#and they grew to love eachother. and then lost it so soon

[arolesbianism]

I need to get back into a drawing mood already so I can draw one of my new guys she's my newest obsession. Girlie who's been standing just off screen of every bad thing that's happened in the last decade

[liasadventuretime]

✦ YOU JEALOUS ?

neteyam x reader x ao'nung

PROMPT ➜ neteyam and y/n had anything but a good relationship, always fighting and bickering over something. but once those lustful eyes and lingering hands started getting noticed, everything changed, but neteyam could possibly have realised everything too late.

TAGS ➜ angst, slight mention of sex, teasing, heavy language

"you know what, fuck off and leave me alone skxawng" if there's one thing that neteyam can do so well and effortlessly it's annoy you. he enjoys it, you can see it on his face from how hard that motherfucker smiles.

he was "The Mighty Warrior", the best, the smartest, the strongest, the most mature. but when jake and neytiri couldn't see him, he was just another teenage boy, who got more dick than brain. you were incredibly grateful for everything that the sully family did for you, taking care and trying their best to always make you comfortable, since you lost your parents in the same war where neytiri and jake met. one time, you remember well that night, while doing some late night talking with lo'ak, he said that it seemed almost like eywa took something but immediately gave it back to you, "what Eywa gives, Eywa takes". 

but if you knew how much this lil bitch was going to annoy you, you might've as well killed yourself. but you're grateful you didn't because Eywa gave you the mom, the dad, the brother and the two sisters you never knew you needed. you and neteyam used to actually be very close, as children always playing and laughing together, almost made neytiri doubt if Eywa sent you to them for him. but as soon as you two realised that you were both the best, things started to crumble. what was filled with love and laughter, was now filled with bitterness and competitiveness. the first fight of yours, became one of the many. 

but it seemed like everyone noticed it but the two of you. the tension, might as well say sexual tension, was thicker the more you two grew. it could intoxicate the whole room. flirting with eachother with insults, and punches. never realising what you felt , not being capable of explaining the attraction between y'all. so you simply ignored it, and continued bumping heads as long as you could feel his hands on you and as long he could hear you talking, actually insulting, to him. as long as he could look at you being so angry because of something HE said, making YOU feel something, anything, towards him. 

you were fighting once again because of ao'nung, neteyam always making comments about how he holds you, or kiss you while fake moaning with others around. to say the least, it was embarrassing and you were kind of scared ao'nung would take it the wrong way, because you knew damn well you didn't like him. 

"oh yes, ao'nung fuck me harder please i'm such a whore" neteyam said while laughing and getting in front of you to stop you from going away, you raised your head to look at him only to see that fucking stare and smirk he always seemed to have plastered on his face. that face. that handsome and hateful face. lo'ak was on the ground laughing his ass off, enjoying every single one of your fights, but he also stayed there and watched to know who was going to throw the first punch, since none of your arguments has ended without one of you being on top of the other, and not in the way y'all think.

"why don't you like him ? what are you ? jealous because you know he could fuck me but you can't even touch me ?" he suddenly stopped laughing, his grin being replaced with a serious face, making you smirk knowing you hit him where you wanted. even though you hated eachother so much, you were both so jealous. if your jealousy for one another could pay the bills, you'd be the richest in the fucking room, that's something neytiri always said. 

"you're such a slag you would let anyone with a dick and muscles fuck you 'till you're dumb" he whispered in your ear, feeling the smirk on his face without even having to look at his face. your grin dropped immediately, feeling your blood boil and before you even realised it, it was your last fucking straw. 

you punched him right in the jaw, taking him off guard and making him stumble, but you didn't even have to think a second about it before he returned the punch x5 harder but on your nose. lo'ak immediately got up annoyed but also kind of scared one of you would kill the other, it's not like you weren't capable of it. 

" dad ! " he called, when he saw you on top of him but with wrists restrained by one of his hands while trying to dodge your slaps and punches. blood was pouring down your nose, and the bruise was already visible on his face. your nose could probably bleed for maybe another five minutes, but he would have to carry the mark of your punch for the rest of the month. 

"my lord, fuck. DAD ! THEY'RE FIGHTING AGAIN !" he screamed and then sighed, jake immediately ran to the both of you, with the angriest expression on his face , since this was your third fight that week. he pulled the two of you apart. "if i hear you two motherfuckers ever fight again, i'll lock you both in a tent until you'll make peace, understood ?" 

you could barely stand on your feet, neteyam was still holding his jaw and jake was breathing heavily, so you didn't wait a second and you both said "yessir, sorry sir" at the same time, because if he got seriously angry, may the lord have mercy on anyone he comes across. 

neytiri tried to talk to him, and jake tried to talk to you but even after all the promises, you just couldn't avoid him. he was with you always. at home, in the field, in the clan, in picture frames, in dirty dreams, while ao'nung's hand was on your waist, lingering way too much... you just couldn't frame him out. 

it's not like he could do anything about you either. he lost count of how many times his mom tried and convince him of trying to at least not always end up with your hands all over each other, and a few new bruises. he just... can't ? for some reason he couldn't fathom why you couldn't leave his mind. you were imprinted on his eyelids, tattooed in his mind, even while battling, showering or with his hands between his thighs. he was addicted, and whatever you were, you were much stronger than the "herbs" he smokes with you in the nightime, which was the only part of your day where you would rant and talk about anything that came across your mind. 

you didn't like eachother one bit, that's true. but when he had something on his mind or just needed to talk to someone who could understand him, your tent was the first one he visited. with all the pressure and responsibility that you two hold, having someone that can understand you is important. basically every night you either met on the beach or his tent, to just smoke, talk or even cry. you ended each "peace" session with a hug and went back to hating eachother the next morning.

"hey, are you coming ?" lo'ak said while entering your tent, placing himself next to you while you were rebraiding your hair after your fight with neteyam. you looked confused for a second and asked "coming where ?". you weren't even sure you wanted to go wherever he was going, because you just know neteyam is going to be there. but why let him ruin all your fun ? ao'nung was probably going to be there, so why not ?

lo'ak looked around your tent and took the sandwich that was on the counter next to you, taking a bite off of it. "i was eating that if you don't mind" you said taking the sandwich out of his hands, to cut it in half and give him the other half. he smiled at your gesture, you could hate him all you want but you just had that sweet spot for him. lo'ak was definitely the person you were the closest with, having eachother's backs and protecting one another in any situation. if he wanted to get in trouble, you followed him while complaining because you were actually scared he would get in some serioustrouble.

"i don't know, tsireya just asked some people if they wanted to hang out and talk and shit, we'll see" he said while trying to be so non-chalant that made him look so nervous. you eyed him for a bit, and when he noticed you smiled and hummed.

"what ?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

"nothing" but your smile only grew more. he knew what you were thinking, but he just wanted you to say to make sure it wasn't that obvious.

"no c'mon, what ? why are you smiling ?"

"you know that you will have to talk to tsireya alone if you want her to like you, right ? like, do you expect me to also be there while you eat her out or what ?" you laughed, while he was trying to hide his blush but it didn't work. 

"YOU'RE GROSS WHAT" he picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at you, but you dodged him before he even threw it. after that, lo'ak tried to not look at you in the eyes while calming down.

"sooo..." he looked at you with a smirk on his face and puppy eyes.

"so what ?" you asked while looking at yourself in the mirror, putting a bandaid on your nose to prevent the scratches from getting infected. is you, being turned because of the memory of him pinning your wrists with one hand to prevent from punching him, that bad ?

"YES !" he jumped up almost scaring you, proceeding to chant and grunt all over your tent. "c'mon, she might already be there, hurry up" you stood up taking his hand and running out of your tent. 

after just five minutes, you saw where tsireya was and immediately went there, lo'ak being way too impatient, but this is the actual first time he has liked someone this seriously, so who were you to tell him to calm down ? 

lo'ak immediately went straight to tsireya, but you decided to look around a bit to see if you could find anyone. well, maybe someone. 

you turned around the fire place, when you accidentally bumped shoulders with someone, but as soon as you realised who you were turning around for to excuse yourself, your heart almost stopped.

he winked at you with a smirk on his face, and immediately walked away. still confused because of your interaction with neteyam, you find ao'nung. he smiles and pats the space between his thighs, you walk there and immediately sat while looking at him. he used to hold you tight and place his chin on your head. even though you didn't like him that way, he was the first guy that held you without hurting you. he was sweet, kind and strong. the perfect man. he cared so much about you, but you both knew you didn't want anything serious, just someone to have a bit of fun with. between his big arms you felt protected, safe from everything and anyone.

his smile could light up a whole room, his back and hands could protect hundreds of villages, his words could heal the deepest wounds, his tears could wipe away continents but he loves so deeply he can get buried inside anyone's heart.

but for some reason…

...you still didn't feel the spark.

the spark, that unfortunately, you could feel with someone else.

whom you didn't realise was looking directly at you with the deadliest stare ever. when you noticed him, you immediately froze. but why ? why were you acting like you just caught ? why do you feel this drowning heavy feeling in your stomach ? why was your heart missing a beat, but you felt that heartbeat somewhere else ? why is it that everytime he makes you cry, another tear rolls down your thigh?

why, why, why ?

he held a cup in his hands, basically chocking it, but didn't get his eyes off of you. his posture rigid, his eyes cold and his arms veiny, probably because of the blood that was boiling in his veins.

then, an idea crossed your mind.

you took ao'nung hand who was, as usual, lingering on your waist and placed it on your thigh rubbing it up and down, making it get more and more near to your inner thigh with every stroke.

his patience was slowly thinning out. he couldn't stand it. you're so beautiful when you tease him, it hurts him so much. he wish it could be him. making you whimper and crave oh so more with those eyes which were veiled with tears, and how could he resist his beautiful girl ? how could he say no to you ? if you ever gave him the chance, he would destroy you.

he would treat you as if you were a princess, caring, protecting, and nurturing you but would fuck you as if you were a whore, biting, marking and making sure the next motherfucker could taste his dick on your clit.

he felt blood rush to his erection, making it more noticeable, but why the fuck did he feel that way ? WHY ? maybe he was jealous because he knew you can tell a joke, but will never tell a lie.

ao'nung has a chance, while neteyam doesn't. which makes him feel sorry for you, because he would make sure that everytime he fucked you, you would come back crawling and begging for more.

more, more, more.

nothing was ever enough. the lustful stares, the lingering eyes, the blush, the smiles you both tried to hide so much, but never worked.

why did he feel jealous every single time you hung out alone with lo'ak, or you laughed at everyone's jokes but his ? why did he get hard everytime you spoke near his ear or accidentally touched him ? why was he so sensitive around you ? every move of yours making his stomach flip ? why were so... you ?

meanwhile, ao'nung carefully moved your hair out of the way, making neteyam hold his cup even more tightly, and whispered in your ear "what are you doing, darling ?"

ao'nung couldn't act like nothing was happening, his smile plastered across his face, making neteyam even more angry and angry by the second. he probably enjoyed the teasing more than you did. you looked at him with those innocents eyes that neteyam couldn't resist, and whispered back

"nothing" and kissed the back of his ear, taking him off guard and making his erection now way too noticeable. that was neteyam's last straw, he could kill someone with his bare hands. but the difficult part was admitting he would've done it because of you.

he sometimes wishes you could die, because not having you makes his heart cry of pain every single day. in his opinion, it's his life's biggest torture. but as someone else would say, his heart and dick were so full of you, he could barely call them his own. the way you looked at him in the eyes while teasing another man, could make any person fall to their knees and beg, beg, beg. which you weirdly enjoyed, it's not like you didn't know the effect you had on people.

it was enough for now, you didn’t wanna take it too far.

you stood up, and lightly kissed ao'nung on the lips and whispered goodnight. neteyam immediately threw away his cup smashing it, and stood up following you, making people watch you and him as you both left making everyone ask themselves what was happening.

before you could enter your tent, you felt a big cold hand grab the back of your neck making you gasp, and making you turn around you and look up to stare directly at neteyam's eyes, the most beatiful and deadliest eyes ever. you could get lost in them, but did he know that ? was it even worth it to think all that stuff about him if he didn't know ? was all the fighting, jealousy and teasing worth it ? why ?

because you were both too proud to admit anything, nonetheless your weird and sick attraction for eachother.

"what the fuck was that kiss ? what the fuck are doing ? are you his whore ? hm ? " he said grinning his teeth and hissing, almost making a nerve on his temple pop, while keeping his hand tight on the back of your neck. the amount of time that you fantasised about his calloused hands roughly all over you. you could just feel his jealousy through every word he spat in your face, and lord why was it so attractive ?

this man was so angry, but so damn attractive and oh did it make you want to let him do anything to you. anything.

you smiled and grinned, knowing what was going thru his mind, and whispered in his ear, feeling his goosebumps and breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"you jealous ?"

[maybankswhore]

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒.

summary: jj was your first love. he was your first everything. but rafe was persistent on being your last. jj figured the relationship with rafe would run its course. he didn’t think rafe would get too far , but when you and rafe get engaged , he realizes he might’ve lost you for good.

this is based off the unreleased song ‘wedding bells’ by nick jonas ( obv written about #niley but wtv not my fight !! )

“ pardon my interruption. the drink’s just setting in and all of my reservations — a reason i don’t exist. she says ‘ can you keep a secret? a ceremony’s set for june. i know it’s a rush but i just love him so much. i hope that you can meet him soon. ”

The night air seemed to suffocate him. He felt like an idiot just sitting there , his fifth beer of the night thus far in his hand. He had been soaking it in. His eyes were entirely on you and he hadn’t tried hiding it , even though you had barely noticed.

He knew why you didn’t.

You were over him. JJ could feel it. You weren’t searching the crowds for his eyes to see if they were also looking for yours. Your gaze didn’t linger on him when you danced , a playful expression on your face.

Instead you danced with yourself , the happiest smile he had ever seen on your face. The night sky seemed to love you , shining on the most attractive parts of your features. The aura around you was alluring , holding him captive.

He loved seeing you like this. So authentically beautiful and warm. He just hated that he wasn’t the cause of it— or a part of it at all , really.

Though JJ knew it had been his fault things were turning out the way they were. He was silly to think a girl like you wouldn’t have somebody better out there for him , snatching you up the first chance he got.

He was being selfish letting you go. He wanted all the things temporary happiness brought him , and it cost him you. JJ hadn’t thought it all the way through , he knew that. He didn’t know why he never thought of the day he’d see you loving someone else.

He watched as you lazily strolled over to him. Your eyes with facing low , red glazing over them. A silly smile on your face as the shots you threw back with Kiara starting to circulate through your bloodstream. “JJ! What’re you doing all the way out here?” You laughed , plopping onto the empty spot beside him.

JJ’s heartbeat quickened , avoiding making eye contact. “Just takin’ a quick breather.” He sniffed , rubbing an imaginary sore spot in his jaw.

You were too cross faded at the moment to notice the falter in his expression and distant tone of his face. A silly grin on your face as you stared at the stars , finding yourself becoming entranced with them. “Remember when we used to stargaze?” The memory still fond in your brain.

JJ nodded lightly , a sad smile on his face as he recollected the memories he held so dear with you. The ones he had taken for granted.

“Those were some good times.” You grinned. Absentmindedly , your head lulled onto his shoulder. A habit you had broken long ago but the drugs made you feel a bit hazy , the unspoken ridge in you and JJ’s friendship seemed non existent.

Even though you and JJ had broken up , you had found yourself in a place to let go of the hurt you had once felt. Finding Rafe— finding love elsewhere had shifted that for you. Now , you craved his friendship , the purity of what it was before then. The platonic , but comforting way that only two bestfriends that had grew up with eachother could feel. It was something nobody else could replace.

“They were.” JJ murmured back , closing his eyes at the feeling of you.

“I have to tell you something.” You whispered to him. You wanted to gush it to the world , you had been holding it in for weeks. The news would shock the island— the gossip going from person to person. It was supposed to stay a secret for a while but now seemed like the time to tell JJ. . . You had liquid courage and you wanted him to be the first one to know.

You weren’t sure how he would take it. While you were over the moon excited and happy— you couldn’t help that nagging guilt in the back of head stop ruining your mood about it.

You had nothing to be guilty about. JJ had broke up with you. JJ chose someone else over you.

But it still didn’t stop you from feeling worried about his reaction.

JJ sat up straighter and faced you. Drunk thoughts were real thoughts. He told himself.

“You can’t tell. . . anyone.” You emphasized , anxiously biting your bottom lip.

“Never a soul between us.” JJ swore , the old words you’d recite to eachother as children touching your heart.

“We’re thinking of a June wedding.” You gulped nervously , digging out the ring Rafe had given you out of your pocket , slipping it onto your right hand.

JJ’s chest nearly caved as he looked at it. The way it just fit your personality so well— it was exactly like something he’d see you choosing yourself.

That hit in for a multitude of reasons. One because Rafe had liked you enough to get to know you and see what you liked. He was surprised Rafe Cameron was capable to taking someone else’s feelings into consideration. Two because he knew how much you probably loved it. The small attention he paid to detail.

God , he felt as though he was going to throw up. His stomach immediately felt nauseous , thinking of you married to him , vowed to him. His girl. His Y/N.

“Isn’t it like. . . rushing into shit?” JJ kind’ve laughed , an awkward sound mimicking one left his throat instead. He tried to sound casual , not like he was panicking and on the verge of passing out.

You giggled like a school girl , awestruck. “I know it’s a rush but I. . . I just love him so much.” You gushed , your eyes turning into hearts at the thought of him. It made JJ feel disgusted.

He didn’t want to ruin everything for you. He didn’t want to open his mouth and made that silly , love drunk look on your face to change.

So he didn’t say anything. He just smiled and nodded. Ignoring the way he felt tears welling up in the corner of his eyes , blinking them away at your oblivious attention.

“ pardon my harsh reaction. you put me on the spot. but if i’m being honest , i’m hoping that i get caught showing you i’m unhappy. letting you see my truth. ’cause if you recall , our anniversary falls eleven nights into june. ”

The next time he had heard about this , his demeanor wasn’t all that cool.

JJ really wished it was all just a really , really , really bad nightmare. When he woke up the next day , he completely avoided talking about it again. He was hoping you were just drunk and it wasn’t actually happening. He did not want to visit those feelings.

But as you stood in front of him with Rafe beside you , telling the Pogue’s– breaking the news , the reality of the situation fell upon him.

“Are you two fucking crazy?” JJ sneered , standing up from his sitting position on the couch. Rafe took a protective stance in front of you at the sudden action , making JJ scoff. “You don’t need to protect her from me.”

“JJ maybe we should just—” Pogue tried to intervene. The way your face fell made him jump into action , but JJ shrugged him off.

“No! Pope. Man , ’cmon. Marriage? You can’t seeing think this guy is good enough for Y/N.” He waved a hand in front of Rafe. “This is coked out , crazy Rafe Cameron who literally beats the shit out of us.”

Pope grew silent , feeling JJ’s point.

You pushed Rafe to the side , boring daggers into JJ’s head. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” He scoffed. “What’s wrong with you thinking we’d wanna hear this?”

“I was thinking you guys were my friends! And you’d be happy for me.” You shouted back at him. Everyone was staring at the two of you cautiously , not wanting to see how this end.

Even Rafe didn’t feel like it was the time to hash out the past. You weren’t ready for that.

“God , Y/N don’t you think you’re being a little bit naive here?” JJ pointed at you. He could feel Rafe’s eyes glaring at him but he didn’t care. His focus was on you , the way your hair fell down your shoulders and framed your face. The way you had just looked so. . . grown up. He was just still so used to feeling like a teenager , like nothing was ever too serious. Nothing really mattered. You weren’t the little sixteen year old Y/N he knew. The one that made him daisy chains while smoking a joint behind John B’s house. The one who skipped school with him and make trouble on the Cut.

Things had changed and he hadn’t even been paying attention. He felt foolish.

“How am I being naive , JJ? It’s been a year since everything’s happened. He’s been doing good—”

“Do you not even remember our anniversary?” JJ said just above a whisper , clear defeat in his voice. “It’s eleven days into the month of June.”

You were taken aback at his words. They hit you like nothing had before. You were expecting alot of things , but the mere remembrance of the anniversary you two shared was not one of them. They seemed so distant to you now , the younger self of you and the weight it held. It had been a long time since things had been that way and you thought JJ had felt the same way about the situation.

But as he turned and pushed past all his friends and flew out the back door , you knew things wouldn’t ever be the same.

“ no , i don’t wanna love if it’s not you , i don’t wanna hear the wedding bells prove that we can’t try one last time. i don’t wanna hear the wedding bells. ”

“It hurts so bad.” JJ cried into Pope’s shoulder. It had been days since he’d seen you but he’d heard from other people and your decision hadn’t changed.

You were glued to Rafe’s side since. He had paraded you around the island with the ring loud and proud now that the news was out. His family were beyond happy , even if you had been a Pogue— Rafe’s change was enough to win them over. John B and Kiara weren’t fans of it , but they liked seeing you happy. And Pope did his best to support everyone.

But JJ was heartbroken. Time had left him , passed him without him even noticing. There wouldn’t be a time and a place where you were his , ever again. Marriage was deep. It planted a clear divide between you and Rafe , and you and him.

There would be no another time.

“I know.” Pope sighed , squeezing JJ’s shoulders. “But she deserves to be happy.”

“I know.” JJ sighed , feeling his heart squeeze.

“Even if it’s not with you.”

“Even if it’s not with me.”

[twisted-gremlin]

Platonic yandere first years!

Ace(sibling):

- he is overly protective of Yuu, makeing sure that they are by him at all times

- he was glad that they can't use magic but has alot of mixed feelings about them following him to NRC

- he practically begged Crowley to let Yuu into Heartsbyul- but there was no room (he didn't mind shareing his bed- but, his roommates better leave you alone)

- he invites you to every celebration! Why? Oh Trey was worried you're not eating enough in that shack with the greedy rat-

- he isn't strong enough to actually kill, but he is cunning enough to manipulate people, trying to get a boyfriend without his permission- hey look at all this homework- oh he wants to break up and hates you? Oh big brother is here for you-

- you're never leaveing your bother♡

Deuce(sibling)

- he is worried that his baby sib is gonna go down the path he did- he made sure that any gangs would never take you in, but would beat to death whoever dared lay their hand on you- its ok- he and mom is there to hold you and protect you-

- his mom sent you to NRC so that he could protect you, and he swore to her that he would.

- he allways walked with you to class, he even made you join the track club, Jack was trustworthy, right?

- you have some things you are allowed to do on your own, just be careful, of anything goes wrong and he finds out, he isn't letting you do that stone again

Jack(bestie)

- he saw you as like a little cub that was lost and alone when he first saw you

- as you two grew to know one another, he did his best to take care of you. Hungury? He has some extra food, it's not like he bought it just for you- cold? Idiot, you need a scarf- so what it has his sent? You'll be protected from other beastmen who may want to pick on you

- he greets you every day and walks you to class (like he did with ruggie), if he has the time he waits outside of your class and walks you to your next one

- he wont let you think about going home, why go home when you have it so great here? I'm sure none could love you like he does, or even protect you like he can when you're at home-

Epel(sibling):

- excuse me- he is the man here- he can take care of ya- why are you laughin-

- Epel beats the snot out of those who try to hurt his sweet and innocent baby sib- they are a sweet apple tart- none hurts em-

- Epel before Vils traning was much- much more aggressive towards others, with a slight sweetness. But now, he acted more sweet and innocent until the time came where his opponents was in their backs

- now he uses thar cuteness to ask to hangout and stay by your side. You can't exactly say no because... look at that face-

Ortho (sibling):

- in life, you weren't all that close to Ortho- he and Idia were allways hanging out with eachother.

- then the accident happend, now you can get rid of the fake brother or your older Otaku brother-

-you're at NRC because of said Otaku, so while he was in class, you got to do whatever you wanted- and a certain robot followed your every move

- if Ortho evaluated someone as a threat they would be exterminated as soon as possible.

- you tired to get him to leave you alone, to make his own friends and learn about others. But he would make his following you a bit more... subtle...

- while he tried to get his big brother outside, he kept you inside. He played games with both you and Idia, to keep you content and stay

- need anythjng? He will get it for you, he wants to be a good brother for you- so you don't have to linger in your hurt anymore- so you didn't have to be alone anymore-

Sebek(friend/Maleus' bestie)

- you as a pathetic human from another world had caught the eye of Malleus, so, he needed to vet the human to he sure they were good for his master

- his first meeting with you was interesting to say the least. Despite your conditions (and his attitude) you treated him kindly and sat down with him and had an array of tea and baked sweets (courtesy of the Heartsbyul bois)

- he started to see why his master took a likeing to you, you were sweet, a good listener, and even interesting. He just, couldn't understand why you would want to return to your boring world?

- his master would take amazing care of you- even extend you life! All you had to do was ask!

- so why are you breaking their hearts and asking for help going home...?

- maybe... your mirror could be broken? This Mickey is a distraction, and they had room in Diasomnia, he will keep gaurd of your room, it'll be by Malleus'!

[tsumuus]

crushing on you | zuko

a/n my first work for atla. just a short headcanon, longer fics will come soon trust. ive been writing short headcanons on if haikyuu characters were to have a crush on you so heres one on if zuko had a crush on you. not proofread.

masterlist

prince zuko

the two of you first met in the middle of his journey with the gaang

you joined the group due to common goals

initially he was very gaurded and aloof

over months of shared experiences and battles, you and zuko developed a mutual respect

you often found yourselves paired together during missions

which helped grow your bond

you appreciated his determination

he admired your strength and courage

as time passed

casual conversations escalated into deeper talks

you learned about his past

he discovered your vulnerabilities

your friendship became a source of confort and strength for the two of you

he was the last to realize his feelings

he began to notice small details about you

like the way your eyes lit up when you laughed

or the way you seemed to care more about protecting others than even yourself

at first he tried to dismiss his feelings

convincing himself that his focus should remain on taking down his father

however the more he supressed his emotions, the stronger they grew

it might have been a quiet night by the campfire

where you shared a rare moment of peace

in which he had a moment of clarity

he found himself lost in thought

realizing his feelings for you were more than just admiration

once he acknowledged his feelings

he lowkey got awkward around you

he'd stumble over his words

blush easily

avoid prolonged eye contact

his protectiveness intensified greatly

hed always position himself between you and danger, even if it wasn't necessary

his need to ensure your safety became almost instinctual

although he tried to hide it

he couldn;t help feeling jealous when he saw you with other people

especially if you seemed particularly close to someone

he;d ask you to train with him often

these sessions were a way for him to spend more time with you while also helping you improve your combat skills

he'd try to be less hot headed and more patient around you

he cherishes quiet moments when it was just the two of you

whether it was watching the sunset

sitting by the campfire

or just simply walking next to eachother

these kind of moments brought him a sense of peace

he'd struggle with these feelings for a long time

unsure with how to handle them

he was afraid of jeopardizing your friendship

or even worse, appearing weak

eventually he'd probably turn to his uncle for advice

but if iroh wasn;t avaliable

he'd confide in aang or katara if he needed some serious advice

but if he needed a confidence boost he'd go to sokka

and if he needed a reality check, he'd ask toph

took him a while to gain the courage to confess

he wanted the moment to be perfect

one evening, under a starlit sky

he finally told you how he felt

he was nervous, and his words were faltering

but his sincerity was evident

he expressed his admiration, respect, and love for you, hopinh you might feel the same

regardless of how you would responds, he ws relieved yo have finally shared his feelings

[maggiecc]

When the World Shifts (Finnick O’Dair x reader) Part 2

Finnick O'Dair x reader

TW: It's about the Hunger Games, so murder, talks of death

You have been made shorter than Finnick, but it's not important. Do I include Y/N?

No Betas, we die like vikings.

Part 1, Part 2 (here), Part 3, Part 4: TBD

The day of the reaping came all too soon. The days leading to the reaping were filled with training, for Finnick, and you, as well as everyone taking shifts with Annie. If you were with her, Finnick trained with Mags, if Mags was with her you and Finnick trained, and if Finnick was with her, you and Mags trained. Annie had fallen back into many of her old patterns from the months after her games, if she did not have one of you to ground her she would start to scream and rip her hair out. You worried that when you and Finnick left, Annie would only have Mags but she will know where you are and you are unsure if Mags will be enough.

“Are you ready love?” Finnick pulls you from your thoughts. You take a breath in to steady yourself.

“Does it really matter?” You attempt to joke, but your words hold much truth. It doesn’t matter if you are ready, the reaping will occur and you will soon be on a train to the capitol, whether or not you like it.

The District 4 victors all gather together to walk over hand in hand. You walking next to eachother, Finnick, you, Annie, and Mags stepping onto the stage together. You looked at the bowls, the left had 3 pieces, and the right had 1; seeing them making it feel all the more real. 

The capitol representative who had drawn, Annie’s, Finnick’s, and your names walked up to the bowls. He began his long-winded speech from the capital all about the importance of the Hunger Games and how significant the quarter quell is. It was a summary of what Snow had said, and that speech was already burned into your brain. You start to disassociate from yourself, it had been so long since the last time time you had been at the reaping in person. 

After your victory, you tried to go to the reapings to meet the tributes after they were reaped to help comfort them, but it became too much. No matter how much you tried the tributes were outmatched by the careers. So over the years, you had to stop going, seeing the names pulled and looking at the faces of the children who were lambs to the slaughter became too much. Sometimes you still dream of those first few kids, 

Coral was only 14 when she was chosen, and had a smile that could light up a room. She made you a bracelet you still wear on your wrist, made of dried fish bones and odd-shaped shells. She went in with Moss, a soft-spoken 16-year-old. You grew up on the same road as him, his older brother even went to school with you. He did not have hope for himself but spent the game trying to protect Coral. They lost their game by a sneak attack while they slept, leaving you a wreck for weeks. The only comfort you had was they went fast, a mercy not many receive in the games. 

The next was Annie, and although she won the loss of her partner hurt you as badly as the first two you lost. Annie winning was both a blessing and a curse, it let you keep Annie but the next 2 years held hope which only made the pain hurt more. After losing 4 more tributes you eventually stopped going to the reapings. You wanted to be there to help the kids but the mental torment was simply too much. Finnick trained, them and Mags the group after, you returned to join the rotation knowing that it was hard for Finnick and Annie as well.

Your reminiscing was cut off by someone grabbing your hand. You turn to look a the source of the warmth and comfort. Finnick looked down at you and tried to give you a comforting smile. It was like he read your mind and knew what you were doing, and he was probably doing the same. You all knew not to get too attached but it was impossible to look a those young kids and not care.

“It will be alright, love” Finnick attempted to comfort you, but you could not even muster a response, only being able to squeeze his hand.

“We shall let the men go first,” The host announced, laughing as he pretended to search around the bowl, but there was only one name. You knew what the host was about to say but you still flinched upon hearing it. “Finnick O’Dair!” 

The host began to clap and District 4 reluctantly joined in, out of respect for their only male victor. Finnick gave the cameras a wave as he walks to the side for the next name to be called.

“Alright, now for the female tribute!” The host was loud and excited, so clearly capital. He saw this as some sort of game but the districts knew the truth. These were murders, children slaughtered for nothing, a war they weren’t alive for. “Our female tribute is . . . Annie Cresta!” Your heart sinks. Annie broke out in tears holding herself as she begins to weep. You knew what you were about to do, knew she wouldn’t enter the games but hearing her name still hurt her.

“I VOLUNTEER!” You scream tears starting to form. Mags begins to wrap Annie in her arms as you walk over to join Finnick. 

He wraps you in a hug and leans to whisper in your ear “We will make it out, I promise.” You nod your head and wipe your tears.

You move to stand side by side and grab Finnick's hand. You raise it high above your head for your District to see. All of District 4 began to cheer for their victors, turned back into tributes. They finally have a reason to have hope, both of you were survivors and maybe you could have a chance, that they would not have to watch more of their people be slaughtered for entertainment. You had the same hope, maybe you could make it out, maybe both of you could.

Once you were able to walk off the stage you run to where Annie and Mags stood. You wrap them up in your arms, and Finnick does the same holding all three of you. Your little family, the only people who truly understood you was being torn apart. Annie grabbed both you and Finnick, gripping your arms to the point her nails dug into your skin but you ignore it. She is still crying but not screaming anymore. She lets go of your arms and grabs your heads to put them to her. She was unable to speak but you understand what she is saying. Annie lets out a soft laugh and you know that she cannot control it.

“We will make it back to you, I promise,” Finnick tells her. You don’t know if she believes him, or if you do but she lets go of your heads. She grabs your hands to give you one last squeeze followed by Mags giving you both a soft touch to the cheek and a smile. 

The peacekeeper starts to head towards your group, a sign you had to leave. Their weapons stayed in their hands, not pointing towards you, but the threat was clear. You are leaving now.

“We’re coming you grunts,” Finnick told them as he turns to walk. You begin to join him but quickly turn your head around and mouth, I love you to the woman. Annie turns into Mags' arms as her weeping returns.

You turn to look up to Finnick, seeing him tensing upon hearing Annie’s cries but not being able to hug and comfort her. You grab his hand and squeeze it, making him look at you. “We got this. Mags will take care of her for when we come back.” you try to comfort him.

He gives you a soft smile that does not fully reach his eyes “Of course my love. They don’t stand a chance against us.”

You nod your head, then turn forward to walk, hand in hand with Finnick, knowing that whatever you are going to face you will at least be with him.

[sleepisoverrated]

My headcanons about Dick Grayson

Dick is touched starved.

Think about it he grew up in a circus, that he considered family, when he was little he always got physical affection and after he was adopted by Bruce he still got some(because lets face it Bruce was a softie for Dick when he was Robin) though a lot less because Bruce isn't a touchy person, but after being fired and going solo he had a lot less physical affection from his loved ones(especially when he had a "falling out" with the Titans and YJ). I think over time he became touched starved, thats why he gives bear hugs and is more affectionate to everyone. AlsoI think it got slightly better when he was Batman and had his Robin. That's why Damian is more clingy with him and allows Dicks affection (He also knows when not to touch)(Also you can't convince me Dick isn't Damians favourite person and that they don't share a father-son relationship (mentor-student, older brother-younger brother, hero-sidekick, hero-fan all of these also aply))

Dick is still angry with Bruce about a lot of things.

How he took away Robin. How he dared give it away without his notice or permission. How he made Robin into a mantle. How he found out he took in Jason and gave him Robin from a newspaper. How he failed Jason and then blamed him. How he didn't say that Jason died. How he wasn't even invited to his funeral. How he kept secret that Jason was alive. How he used a batarang on Jason, almost killing him again, instead of Joker. How he treated Damian when he first came here and sometimes even now. How he purposely separated him from Damian, because he was jealous (of their father-son relationship). How Bruce beat him into submission to join Spyral. How that wasn't the first time Bruce hit him. How Bruce never made a backup plan to extract him from Spyral. How Bruce forgot(got amnesia) him in Spyral. How he lied to his siblings that he went along willingly with it. (If you can't tell I like Angry Dick Grayson fics)

‌Dick and Slade are frenemies.

Basically as long as Dick doesn't interfere with his jobs, they are close friends, but as soon as he interferes they don't hold back from lethal force. I know Slade kidnapped him and kinda tortured him and Dick was obsessed with him to the point of insanity, BUT they both obsessed over one another so much that they know eachother the best and after a while they sorta lost their motivation to constantly fight(though spars are still fair game, the only rule is the other doesn't die) eachother. So now they meet up monthly to bitch and complain about their lives and gossip like old ladies, with some alcohol on a random rooftop. They are the embodiment of don't mix business with pleasure, when they meet on one of Slades jobs they pull out all stops and fight viciously, mercilessly and brutally, but the next day(night?) Slade comes over with the good whiskey and they spend their night watching the rom-coms, because Dick thinks it's funny to force the Terminator to watch them and because he's endlessly amused when Slade actually gets invested in it.

Dick Grayson taught Damian.

About the Romani language/culture, acrobatics, trapeze, circus, travel, all the recipes of Romani dishes that he knows, Romani stories, Robin tricks, stories, secrets (By Romani culture Damian is his son and they both decided to keep that a secret from the others, btw he also learned about Damians Arabic traditions, foods, language). I think that Damian values this more than his inheritance as an Al-Ghul and Wayne, because Dick chose to give his culture and inheritance to him, not because he was obliged to.

...So you seemed to like my rant's/headcanon's *throws cautiously some more headcanons in your direction*... have some more?

P.S. Someone pointed out that there are a lot of canon in the last post instead of headcanon's, but I read so little of the comics that I can't really tell whats canon and whats not.

[soapiemomorphine]

My Rottmnt Separated Au!// Masterpost

(*Dj Khalid voice *: Another one ) (scroll to bottom for links to other posts)

This one’s called:

How I Met Our Brothers

And it’s an au of my own inspired by all the greats, like @daedelweiss @dianagj-art @trubblegumm @red-rover-au and more! (Seriously go follow their blogs)

Mainly by @trubblegumm and by the feral Leo from @cupcakeslushie , and you’ll soon why

With out further ado;

DRUMROLL PLEASE DUN DUNNUNUUUUHHHHH

(Also dont worry ab my chicken scratch I have it all written down lol)

(Click for better quality lol)

Since my writing’s shit (lol) here’s the transcript for what I wrote: the character descriptions first, then the pluses from top to bottom

Donatello Hamato:

Raised by Splinter/Hamato Yoshi/Lou Jitsu in the sewers under Brooklyn

Started looking for his bros after his dad told him about them

Met April when he was 9 (she was 11)

He met Leo when they were both 11

Baron Michelangelo:

(I hc that Baron is a title, not a name; like Lord or Lady, so Mikey inherited Draxum’s title)

He’s been training to be a mystic warrior since he was born

Muninn (the one with a larger body and the underbite) wanted him to be named Angel, Huginn (the one with a larger head and overbite) wanted him to be Michael, so they compromised with the perfect name (don’t tell Draxum they saw it in a human pamphlet )

Raised by Draxum alone until he was seven

At 7 y/o he met Raph and ever since both Big Mama and Baron Draxum have joint custody over them

BM and BD raise them like a divorced couple, they alternate houses weekly and they celebrate each holiday twice, (Big Mama and Draxum only come together for their b-days)

Besties with Raph and Cass, (met Cass when he was 10, she was 13)

Rapheal Jitsu :

Training to be a mystic warrior since he was 9

Big Mama named him what she and Splinter would have named their first son; (he proposed to her, you can’t tell me that they didn’t talk ab baby names)

Big Mama was not the only secretive one in the relationship, she didn’t know what Splinter’s real last name was, (and as a gang leader she doesn’t use her name anymore) so yes, Jitsu is Raph’s legal last name

Met Mikey when he was 9 y/o

BM and BD raise them like a divorced couple, they alternate houses weekly and they celebrate each holiday twice, (Big Mama and Draxum only come together for their b-days)

Besties with Mike and Cass, (met Cass when he was 12, she was 13)

??????? —> Leonardo Hamato:

He grew up in the sewers in Staten Island, the one who brought him there was *REDACTED*

Staten Island is full on awful people, so nobody took him in, and he learned to fear people

Donnie found him, and named him Leonardo and gave him his birthday, making him 11

Other Info:

+ because Leonardo was hella malnourished as a growing young lad, Donnie ended up being the 2nd tallest by the time of the movie

+Splinter became more proactive in Donnie’s life ever since he lost sight of the other three brothers and became more proactive in his training when he met April because he’s more paranoid than he is in the show

+Don didn’t really care for Leo (he was comfortable as an only child and Leo changed his routine), until Leo got deathly sick and nearly died

+Big Mama and Draxum (somewhat) reformed only b/c Mikey and Raph would cry and throw tantrums (they won the moral argument slay) when they would talk ab their plans and beliefs (Draxum loves his children more that he hates humanity, and Big Mama finally learned how to love with Raph)

+Mama truly loved Splinter, but was insecure about him loving her as a Yokai (she had trust issues) and b/c her morals are hella skewed, it seemed like a great idea to keep him the only way she knew how, by putting him in Battle Nexus (and she makes bank with him there! In her mind it seemed like a win-win)

(Note: Big Mama’s and Splinter’s relationship will solely be as exes, because it would be hella unhealthy for Splints to trust her after she betrayed it like it. (They both lied to eachother during their relationship in this au) Their relationship in my comics and fanfics in this au will solely be as estranged exes, they will not be getting back together)

If this post gets like, at least 30 notes then ill post a comic on how Leo and Donnie met! (Edit: oh wow. U guys did it)

Lists of HIMOB Posts:

Disaster twins post

Sunset duo post

HIMOB Donnie meets the Canon Mad Dogs // Bonus Comic

Donnie and the Stranger: Part 1 // Part 2

The name Rapheal: Part 1 // Part 2

The Caretaker: Part 1 // TBC . . .

[enid-rhees]

Omg, yk the sex pollen trope? Well, Enid and reader are out in the woods and stumble across a special plant and they decide to go check it out. When they bend down to touch it, it sprays onto them or something, infecting them. Not immediately ofc. At first they're both just shocked/surprised, looking at eachother and start giggling. Deciding it's no biggie, they then head back to their place at Alexandria.

They sit down together in readers or Enid's room, reading comics or doodling together, talking a bit. Then slowly they both notice they feel the symptoms of the plant... (increased heart rate, blood pressure, respiration. Their skin will appear flushed and pupils dilated. There will be an increased blood flow to genitals and decreased inhibition.)...

And ofc, you my love, take it from there <333!

Btw, Enid and reader are "just friends", but everyone in Alexandria knows they like eachother. They're both just too nervous to admit their feelings. But they're always hanging out with eachother. Reading comics, drawing, gossiping, going on runs and getting eachother cute jewelry/clothes/office stationary/etc. Whatever they can find for eachother when they have the chance really!

Anyway, I hope this makes sense, and I hope you write this because I just know it's gonna be absolutely amazing!! Ily, take care boo 💋❤️✨

hi hi !! tysm for another request :)) i am familiar with the sex pollen trope so i’m a bit confident that i can do this? i have never written actual smut before so this is 100% like an experiment for me and maybe i will start writing more of it if this story turns out well :)

warnings: SMUT. MINORS DNI. it’s literal smut. fingering, eating out, bit of scissoring like you get the idea.

the air was cold today, but you preferred it that way anyways. you had already spent majority of your time out in the woods with Enid, walking around looking around for nothing in particular.

neither of you had been this deep into the woods before, though. it was an unfamiliar area, but you both still knew how to get back home without getting lost.

as you looked around the area, Enid stopped, leaning down to look at something. “Y/N, come here!” she exclaimed. you turned around at her voice, walking over to her.

“have you ever seen this thing before?” she asked you. you kneeled down next to her, getting a closer look at the plant she noticed. you slowly shook your head, “i’ve never seen that before. do you know what it is?”

“no,” she said, shaking her head as well. “it’s kinda cool looking, though.” she added. out of curiosity, Enid reached her hand out, lightly touching it.

“doesn’t seem to be poisonous or anything.” she observed. after she said that, the plant released a small burst of mysterious liquid, landing on both of you. you flinched, looking down at your hand.

“…are you sure?” you asked her. Enid nodded, “yeah, it would’ve started to burn or itch if it was. it’s harmless. i’m just surprised i’ve never seen it before.”

you looked up at the sky, noticing that the sun was starting to set. your worries began to grew from this plant, but Enid didn’t seem to be worried at all.

“lets head back,” you told her. “it’s getting dark.” Enid stood back up, brushing dirt off of her jeans. you two started to go back the way you came from in the woods, keeping an eye out for the large gate that would soon come into view.

when you made it back, you followed her to her house instead of yours. you couldn’t remember the last time you two hadn’t spent the night together, it was a daily routine that hasn’t been broken in over a year.

you set your bag down next to her bed as she started to look for movies for you two to watch tonight. “anything good?” you asked.

she shrugged, “not really. we’ve seen almost all of these already. we need to start finding more next time we go out.” you pouted slightly, leaning back against her headboard.

“we’ve officially hung out too much.” you said, causing Enid to laugh out loud. “you’re right. that’s totally the reason.”

“if you want, we could just rewatch one. i don’t mind.” you told her. Enid started to look through the box of movies again, “nah, kinda tired of these ones.”

you sat back up, moving closer to her on the bed. “well, is there anything else you’d like to do?” your hand briefly brushed over hers, and you suddenly started to feel your heart race.

without warning, your face felt hot, and there was a new feeling in between your legs. you looked over at Enid, who’s face was red and her pupils were beyond dilated.

“Enid..?” you asked hesitantly. “that plant…” you whispered. she turned to you, and the feeling between your legs intensified. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to ease that feeling.

your breathing had began to fasten, your chest rising and falling quickly.

without another spoken word between you two, both of you leaned forward, connecting your lips in a needy and messy kiss. a whimper escaped your lips against hers.

her hands wandered all over your body, stopping at the button of your jeans. she started to unbutton them, hurriedly pulling them down your legs.

Enid pushed you back onto the bed, slipping off your shirt as well. she attached her lips to your neck, sucking marks into various places. you couldn’t help the moans that left your lips.

her hand trailed down your body, fingers resting against your clothed clit. your body jolted at the small affection. “Enid,” you breathed out. “please..”

Enid slipped her hand under your underwear, softly and slowly rubbing circles on your clit. a loud moan from you filled the room, your hips thrusting up against her hand, trying to get more friction.

your mind was racing a million miles an hour, unable to process this. you had dreamt of similar situations so many times, and it finally came true.

she removed her hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. Enid moved so she was hovering over you, placing her thighs on either side of yours.

“Enid- i need you, please.” you whined. you couldn’t find yourself to be embarrassed for how needy you were, too far lost in the moment. “i know, sweetheart.” she whispered.

she moved farther down your body, leaning her down. slowly, she slipped off your underwear, throwing it across the room, not caring where it landed.

as she got lower, Enid lifted your legs, placing them over her shoulders. her hands gripped the flesh of your thighs. “do you want this?” she asked, eyes glistening with lust and need.

“i want you, Enid. need you,” she didn’t need any more confirmation before attaching her lips to your clit. your head fell back into her pillow, uncontrollable moans coming out every few seconds.

her fingers replaced her lips as you suddenly felt her tongue on you, lapping up every last bit you had. if someone could hear you right now, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to care. the pleasure was overwhelming. her tongue skillfully plunged in and out of you, her fingers going an impossible speed on your clit.

you gasped, “Enid- i’m- i’m close,” with that new knowledge, Enid pulled away, removing herself from you completely. you whined again.

Enid hovered over your body again, and you reached up, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it across the room. she took off her shorts and underwear, and didn’t waste another second reconnecting your lips.

you reached down, teasing your fingers on her clit. she moaned, and you swore it was the most heavenly sound you would ever hear. you moved your fingers down further, hovering your fingers over her entrance. “please,” she whispered against your lips. a smirk tugged at your lips as you entered two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out. “faster, Y/N- please,” she begged.

you decided to listen to her, pumping your fingers at a fast pace, and she started to release the most beautiful sounds you’ve heard. your thumb reached up, messily toying with her clit.

“more…please.” she whispered again. you entered a third finger, and she released the loudest moan so far.

she started to rut her hips against your fingers, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. you could tell she was close by the way her breathing became jagged and you removed your fingers, causing her to whine.

you smirked up at her above you, “you didn’t let me come, but you expected me to let you?” you asked with a teasing grin.

“shut up,” she grunted, moving her hips down. your clits brushed over each other, causing both of you to moan.

“do that again,” you told her. she lowered her hips again, pressing them down on yours. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure that consumed you.

Enid started to move her hips back and forth on you, gripping your hand to keep her steady above you. you lifted your hips, meeting her rhythm.

both of your moans filled the room, and you couldn’t bring yourself to even a little bit to stay quiet. the pleasure was overwhelming and neither of you wanted to stop.

the pace of her hips started to falter, and you felt the deep feeling building up inside you. both of you were close.

“Enid- i’m gonna- i’m-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you like a truck, a loud scream coming from you. Enid didn’t stop her movements as she came, moaning out your name. she continued to lazily thrust against you, riding out both of your orgasms.

she fell against you, her body going limp. your lips connected in a weak, but messy kiss, both of you completely fucked out.

“you did so good.” she whispered against your lips, “so good for me.” you brushed the hair that stuck to her face behind her ears, looking directly into her eyes.

“i love you,” you whispered. you were in such a haze, it just slipped from your lips like it was nothing. Enid smiled, “i love you, too. always have.”

she connected your lips briefly again before you pulled away, “can we go find that plant again?”

[bigdumbtickler03]

Stray Kids - Boredom

Pairing: Lee!Hyunjin X Ler!Changbin

Warning: This is a tickle fic. If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!

It was a quiet night in the dorm, all the members were out eating dinner and doing other activities while Hyunjin and Changbin stayed home and just hung out inside all day. After an hour of eating pizza and chatting, the pair was sat on the couch. Hyunjin was laying across Changbin’s lap as the two talked away about random things.

They eventually grew bored of just talking and wanted to do something fun. Hyunjin then perked up with an idea. “Hey Binnie, I have something we could do!” Changbin turned his head to the blonde boy in his lap. “I’ve been in quite of a mood lately if you know what I mean” Hyunjin said with a smile. Changbin smirked as he immediately knew what Hyunjin meant when he said he was “in a mood” He wanted to be tickled.

With a big grin, Changbin grabbed the bottom of Hyunjin’s shirt and slowly started pulling it up, revealing the soft tummy underneath. Hyunjin giggled in anticipation, waiting for Changbin’s tickles. “Are you sure you want this, Hyun?” Binnie asked with a caring tone. Hyunjin nodded and smiled softly. “Of course, Bin! Why would I ask if I didn’t want it?” He explained, earning a chuckle from the other boy.

Changbin started off light. He gently traced his fingers around Hyunjin’s stomach, teasing him as he did so. “Tickle, tickle!” he cooed. Hyunjin giggled, slightly wiggling from side to side. “eehehehehe!! oh gohohosh!” Bin smiled at the blonde’s cute reaction and continued his work. He then started using all five fingers to scribble all over Hyunjin’s skin, not leaving a single part of his midriff untickled. This only made Hyunjin laugh louder. “Ohohoho gohohohosh!!! Please stahahahap!!” He begged. Changbin rolled his eyes at the boy’s pleads.

“Stop? But I thought you wanted this, Hyunnie!” He teased, causing Hyunjin to blush and giggle even louder. “Why did I agree to thihihis?!” he said through his laughter. Changbin softly squeezed the blonde boy’s sides and hips, giggling at the squirming boy in his lap. “Plehehehease!!” Hyunjin laughed. Changbin couldn’t help but notice that not once did Hyunjin try to stop him. He just continued to lay there and take the tickling.

Changbin’s fingers started tracing lightly around Hyunjin’s belly button, and that’s when he grabbed his arm. “Oh, ticklish belly button? How cute~” Changbin teased. The brown haired boy pinned Hyunjin’s arms above his head and continued to tickle the area around Hyun’s navel. Hyunjin was in stitches, wiggling and laughing brightly as Changbin tickled him. “Changbihihihin nohohohoho!!” He didn’t say it but the both of them knew that Hyunjin was loving every second of the ticklish torment.

After a few more minutes of tickling, Changbin decided to go for the kill. He lowered his head down to Hyunjin’s stomach and blew a big raspberry directly onto his belly button. Hyunjin lost it. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAHANGBIHIHIHIN!!!” The blonde boy wriggled like a fish out of water, causing Changbin to lose his grip on Hyunjin’s wrists. Hyunjin rolled off the sofa and onto the floor with a loud *THUNK* He stayed on the floor for a few minutes, clutching his stomach and trying to shake off the phantom tickles.

Changbin looked down at the boy rolling and giggling on the ground and couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable it was. “You okay, Hyunnie?” he asked. Hyunjin nodded and continued to softly giggle for a few seconds. He got up onto his feet and pulled Changbin into a hug. “Thanks for the tickles, Binnie.” Changbin smiled. “Anything for you, Hyun.” The two of them fell asleep on the couch soon after, hugging eachother close.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Eight Months (Part 2)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n went missing at the end of spring. A note was left explaining that after her father, Bob Newby, died, she just couldn’t bear to stay in Hawkins. The others were shocked but after gaining no leads on where she could be, they had to accept that she was gone. But when summer rolls in and Hawkins starts getting scary, Steve and Dustin find themselves venturing into a Russian base and uncover more secrets than they bargained for.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, torture, mentions of blood, knives, needles, mentions of a drug

[A/N: So I’ve written loadssss for this but it was super long and I’ve had to split it into separate parts so I promise it gets better. Will be posting Part 3 as soon as I have time outside of uni!]

Eight Months [Masterlist]

Eight Months: The Serum

[Part Two]

“What are they going to do to him?”

Robin’s voice was small and quiet, knees brought up to her chest as he sat across from you, cautiously eyeing the cuts and bruises across your body. She already knew, the fear had latched onto her mind even before Steve was dragged off by the Russians. But she had to hear it from you.

“Do you really wanna know?” You counter, lips tightening as her head nods slowly. “Um… it’s his first time, so they’ll just keep asking who he works for, how he got in… all that shit. And when he doesn’t give an answer they like… let’s just say we’re gonna have matching bruises.”

“Shit.” Robin mutters, squeezing her eyes shut and resting her head on the wall behind her.

You watch her intently, the worry and fear that she is radiating. She and Steve were obviously close, as friends or more, you weren’t certain of. You couldn’t deny the jealous pit of anxiety in your stomach just thinking of the possibility. You had been in love with Steve Harrington since middle school. You stuck with him even when he lost himself to Tommy and Carol, being his reminder that he was better than them, that he actually was a nice guy. You even supported his relationship with Nancy Wheeler despite how much you and her had despised eachother.

And now you find out that it’s been eight months since you disappeared. A lot can happen in eight months. If she made him happy, you were just gonna have to put up with it. And make sure that they both make it out of here alive.

“First time.” Robin mutters and you whip your head up to see she was looking at you, “You said it’s his first time.”

“Yeah.” You nod, avoiding her eyes as you look to the ground. “It took them more than a few punches to actually believe that I’m not some kind of spy.”

“I’m sorry.” Robin offers and you shrug, “Seriously. If anyone had known-”

“It’s fine.” You smile sadly.

“No.” She suddenly shuffles her way over to you, sitting cross legged in front of you with a worried frown. “Steve talked about you all the time. Like, all the time. It was kind of annoying actually. The urge to hit him with a scoop grew bigger every day.”

You chuckle at her words.

“But…” She continues, reaching out and tapping the tip of your shoe, “I know for a fact that Steve would have come here guns-a-blazing if he had known.”

You open your mouth to speak but the distant footsteps echoing in the corridor brought you to your feet immediately. It took Robin a few seconds longer to understand before she was right up with you. Instinctively grabbing her hand, you squeeze it for comfort as you both stare to the door, waiting.

It swings open, two guards stood there with ropes in their hands. You knew exactly how this went.

“Stay still and do what they say.” You whisper to the girl next to you. Her eyes widen before a guard suddenly drags her forward.

“Hands.” He orders with a thick accent. She looks to you while doing what she was told, wrists suddenly bonded together.

You hold out your own to the other guard, your hands quickly tied together before you and robin are escorted from the room. Walking down the corridor in complete silence is something you’ve grown accustomed to. In fact, you knew it took exactly 14 steps to reach the room they usually threw you in.

13. 14. And you were there, the door being opened before a guard stops the other, looking to you.

“The boss wants her.” He speaks in Russian and your eyes widen. They had no idea you understood what they were saying but they kept the conversation brief.

You suddenly were pulled away, Robin’s startled reaction causing her to try and move to you, yelling when she was thrown into the room and out of view.

Panic flowed through your body as you were taken down a hallway you hadn’t seen before.

***

“Get your hands off me!” Robin yells as she’s thrown onto the floor, the door locked behind her.

As she turns her head from the fall, back already hurting from the contact, her eyes widen. Steve was led next to her, barely moving. And blood covered his face.

“Steve? Steve?!” She patted his face as best she could with bonded hands, fear rushing in. You were right. They had tortured him just like they tortured you.

Another door opens into the room, and Robin turns to look. She could almost feel the blood drain from her body when she recognised him as the man that had taken Steve before.

“What did you do to him?” She begs, angry. “What did you do?!”

Her efforts get her nowhere when a sharp slap is sent across her cheek, knocking her back to the ground.

Russian words are spluttered out everywhere around her as she’s dragged towards a chair, back to back with Steve who still wasn’t responding. She had never felt more terrified and alone in her life. Steve could be dying, and she couldn’t help him. You could be dying and that terrified her. You could already be dead.

“Steve? Steve?” Robin begged for him to wake up, to let her know she wasn’t the only one left. “Steve, can you hear me? Don’t touch him! Steve!”

“I think your friend need a doctor.” The man spoke in broken English, a cruel smile on his face. “Good thing… we have the very best.”

Once they all break out into mocking laughter, Robin took her opportunity. She spat, directly into his face, refusing to show her fear. She had dealt with cruelty all her life, and she’d be dammed if she let another person break her down.

“You are going to regret that, suchka.” He threatens, holding her gaze until she felt her fear bubbling to the surface. She had seen your scars. And you didn’t seem like the person who had given up easy.

But, to her relief, they left the room.

“Somebody help!” She shouted out once they had left, praying Dustin and Erica had gone to the authorities. “Help! Help!”

“Hey, would you stop yelling?”

Steve’s grumbling voice almost made her cry in joy.

“Steve! Oh my god!” She breathed. He was alive. “Steve… are- are you okay?”

“My ears are ringing, and I can’t really breath.” He states, the pounding in his head only worsening from the harsh hues of artificial lights. “And my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but, you know, apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

“Well,” Robin nods, trying to find a silver lining. “the good news is that they’re calling you a doctor.”

Steve finally raises his head as Robin chuckles nervously, focusing on the room before a frown appears on his beaten face. “Where… where’s Y/n?”

“I don’t know.” She admits, shaking her head. Steve’s heart rate quickens. “They- they took her into a different room. God, and she looked scared at whatever they said. I don’t understand Russian as well as that though, like the alphabet thing is all you’re getting from me.”

She pauses, tilting her head to the side as if she’d be able to see Steve. “Steve?”

“They’re gonna hurt her again.” He whispers out and Robin’s breath hitches.

“No-no.” She tries squirming against her restraints, “No, I’m sure she’s fine. Okay? She’ll be just fine.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, Steve, it’s-”

“I told them.” He mumbles and Robin stills, silencing herself. “They kept asking and asking and asking and I… I got angry. I told them I knew Y/n.”

“Maybe they didn’t hear you?” Robin suggests with a high voice.

“It was the last thing I said before they knocked me out.” Steve groans, his face throbbing in pain. “She only just convinced them she wasn’t a spy and I ruined it.”

“She’s strong.” Robin nods, mostly to herself, “And from what I heard, she’s a badass, right? She already made it eight months in this hell hold, she’ll be okay. Us, however? I’m not so sure. If we make it out of here, we’ll find her. We just need an escape…”

Her voice trails off and Steve frowns, looking back as best he could.

“So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?” Robin’s plan was already forming in her mind, and it all rested on their capability of shuffling over to a scalpel.

“You lied to us.”

His voice was low, head staring out of the lab window.

Being dragged from Robin had sent you spiralling, wondering what they were doing to do to you, but mostly her. You didn’t know the girl, barely met her half an hour ago, and yet you were afraid for her. She didn’t deserve any of this. Steve didn’t deserve any of it.

The room they had taken you to was new this time. You had barely enough time to take in the giant windows overlooking busy bodies in a computer lab before your eyes drifted to the giant laser in the building, pointing at a gate into the Upside Down.

You had known they were trying to open another gate, courtesy of your ability to pick up languages pretty quickly, but you hadn’t expected them to be getting this far. The rift was already being torn through with immense power. If they succeeded, Hawkins would have more than just the demo-dogs you faced last year to deal with.

Once the man in charge had returned to you, your instinct was to stay quiet. He was busy wiping away something from his face with a scowl, discarding the napkin in the palm of a Russian soldier’s hand before facing the windows and clearing the room.

So now, it was just him and you.

“Your friend told us.” He finally looks back at you as your heart dropped. “Tell me, are you working with these Americans?”

“I know him from middle school.” You say quietly, already expecting the worst. “What did you do to him?”

“Not as much as I’m going to do to you.” He sneered and your blood runs cold. “They won’t talk, that much is clear. But now I know their weakness. The boy seems to… care for you.”

Your mouth runs dry once you immediately understand. He was going to use you against them. And it was going to hurt.

“They aren’t a threat to you.” You insist, eyes drawing back to the gate. “If you let them go…”

His eyebrow perked up while you stay fixated on the red gaping hole inside the lab. You knew what they wanted from you, you’ve known it all along.

“I’ll tell you everything I know about that.” You point to the window and he smirks, glancing behind before walking straight towards you. Guards suddenly enter the room, grabbing your arms and keeping you still.

“Stupid American.” He tuts, grabbing your face and tilting to the side so he can see the scar on your eyebrow, the one he gave you with a knife months ago. “We don’t need your information. But we do need you for something else.”

Just as you went to question, a sharp blow to the side of your head blackened your vision and you fell into a deep sleep.

Robin’s plan had failed.

She had completely overestimated their abilities for spy work, her hope only landing them both on the floor, shoulders aching from the impact. Part of her was glad when the Russians came back and picked them off the floor. And then the dread set in. They were back for answers they didn’t like.

“Let us try this again.” The man says and Robin scowls at him.

He positions himself in front of Steve.

“Look, man. I already told you. I work at scoops, we were expecting a delivery-”

“Shush.” He orders and Steve closes his mouth. He really didn’t want another punch to the face. “We have different ways of finding the truth.”

“That is the truth, shithead.” Robin scoffs.

“Tell us or we kill her.”

Steve’s anxiety heightens when he walks to the girl behind him, on edge. “No, no. Me! Hurt me, not her!”

Robin waits for the pain but is surprised when the man circles back around, towards the door to their right. They both watch as it is swung open and someone is dragged in, a long streak of red running down the side of their face. You.

“Y/n!” They both yell and Steve immediately feels his heart drop.

“Now then,” The man smiles as they bring another chair in, situated where they both can see, and you are strapped down into it, head hung low. “Who do you work for?”

A choked sob leaves Robin’s lips as Steve sits frozen in fear. Eight months you had survived here. And it had all come crashing down because of a stupid mistake he had made.

“Please.” Robin begs, eyes staying on the wound to your head.

“She doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Steve tries and the man simply nods.

“Very well.” He snaps his fingers and another man enters the room, dressed in a white lab coat. ‘The Doctor’, they assumed.

The Doctor walks over to you and picks up the scalpel they had tried and failed to obtain earlier. In a swift motion, he brings it to your neck, causing them to scream out.

“No!”

“Stop!”

He holds it there while the man in charge laughs bitterly. “How sweet.”

“What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Robin pants. Her breath hitches once you begin to stir awake, a quiet groan leaving your lips as you blink away one hell of a burning headache.

“Ah, finally.” The man stands and walks to you. “For a moment, I thought we had hit you a little too hard.”

He takes the scalpel out of the doctors hand and takes his place, tugging hard at your hair to bring your face up.

“Leave her alone.” Steve spits out and you finally focus on the situation.

You had tried your best, you did, but you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips when you felt the cool metal blade against your throat.

“Who do you work for?” He said again and your heart raced faster.

“Scoops Ahoy!” Robin yells, practically kicking and screaming, “It’s a shitty underpaid job that we had to get because of our shitty overpaid parents, okay? Just don’t hurt her!”

“I don’t like that answer.” He shrugs and slices at your throat enough to start tearing the skin, a trickle of blood slipping down as they yelled out. He stops pushing before he makes any real damage. “One last chance.”

Steve looks directly into your eyes and he feels sick. He’s stuck in a chair, the fight already leaving him from the torture, and you were one slice away from death. And he couldn’t do anything to help.

Death didn’t really scare you anymore. In fact, you’d been expecting it for a while. But knowing that your best friend would have to watch the life drain from your eyes? Not a single cell in your body could allow him to see that.

So, you did what you had to. You lied.

“They don’t know anything because they don’t know I’m a spy.” You choke out and Steve’s eyes widen. He knew you were lying, after all he had known you for years. He just couldn’t believe you were going to sacrifice yourself for them.

“Finally.” The man chuckles.

“She’s lying.” Steve blurts and you try and shake your head at him. What was he doing?

The man looks between you both with a scowl on his face. “I am not finding this humouring any more.”

“Just let them go and I’ll tell you everything.” You insist.

“No, he’s right, she’s lying.” Robin chimes in. She didn’t know you well but you had proven yourself to her long before this moment. There was no way she was letting either of her friends die down here.

You could almost cry at their words. They didn’t know you had given up. You needed an escape just like they did. But ‘escape’ meant very different things.

“Hm.” The man beside you slowly nods, bringing the knife down from your neck. “It seems no one wants to tell the truth.”

“Or you just won’t accept the truth.” You grumble and he laughs at you.

“I like you.” He continues to chuckle, The Doctor beside you hiding a snicker. “You are feisty.”

“You have no idea.” You spit, trying to think of a way out. You knew what was coming next. This wasn’t your first encounter with The Doctor.

The man nods his head briefly and The Doctor walks to his table, messing about with vials of blue liquid you’ve come into contact with one too many times. He stands in front of Steve with a scowl on his face.

“Try telling the truth this time, yes?” He strokes the hair out of Steve’s face. “It will make your visit with Dr. Zharkov less painful.”

“Wait a second, wait. Wait, wait, wait!” Steve tries to scurry away from the giant needle headed his way and you struggle against your restraints.

“No!” You yell, “Leave him alone you mudak!”

The Doctor abruptly stops, the needle barely a centimetre away from piercing Steve’s skin.

“What did you just say?” The man in uniform narrows his eyes and you smirk.

“I’m sorry,” You tilt your head, “did you want me to translate for you?”

“So… the little girl knows Russian, eh?” He steps closer to you and his hand flies to grab at your face, hard.

“Shit, leave her alone!” Steve panics as he watches the Doctor bring the needle towards you instead.

The needle is pointed at your neck and your breath hitches, your glare never leaving the man’s face.

“Change of plan.” He suddenly says and you frown. “We should not give this American what she wants.”

The Doctor smiles before turning and plunging the needle into Steve’s neck.

You and Robin scream, thrashing about so much it would give you whiplash. Then, the needle is injected into Robin’s skin and you feel the colour drain from your face. You knew what the serum did; calming your nerves just enough to send you a little loopy, perfecting the vulnerable state that would make you spill out information to anyone who asked.

But you knew that most people didn’t survive it unless they could reject it from their systems in the next hour. You just needed to remember how to get the drug out. You needed to remember.

You squeeze your eyes shut as The Doctor approaches you, finding no reason to fight. The last you felt was the sharp prick of cool metal against your skin.

To be continued…

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Rogues x Rogue!Reader headcanons

Maybe the reader was friends with them ( and also had a crush of course) when they were sane, and stuff happened and now they're a new rogue and met each other again at Arkham asylum!

I love how this took me forever to fucking post. (Also look I learned how to add color ooOoooOo)

Rogues x Rogue!reader finding eachother in Arkham.

Jervis Tetch

You used to work alongside him before he went.. mad.

You both were pretty close, friends even. Took lunches together, laughed at inside jokes, Hell it was a real Jim and Pam relationship!

Of course, you hadn't told your friend everything about your life. By day you were a secretly pining coworker of his, but as soon as you clocked out..? You turned to a life of crime.

It was thrilling! It was a revolt from society! (Because we do live in one) It was you having the time of your life. Still, you wished you could've told your friend.

When the news broke out about his crimes, you were only half shocked. The city does fucked shit to its citizens.

Time passed, you never really saw him. Besides a warning on the tv, that's about as close as you guys got... till the GCPD fucked your shit up.

Because of your latest stint, GCPD thought it'd be best to get you some help. Hoping to change your ways.. jk they sent your ass to the Arkham Asylum.

After finally getting settled in, you made your way to the common area. You were bored out of your mind, unsure how to deal with being here. Should you read? Color? Craft? Sit there and look pretty?

Last one sounds good. You took a seat, the lunch table seating wasn't too uncomfortable. It's not like you'd be here for a while anyway. Remembering this, you decided to take in the various characters of the Asylum. Killer Croc playing chess with the Riddler, Harley Quinn learning how to embroider her clothes, The Mad Hatter reading a-

Holy shit, it's him. Jervis!

"My my, look what the gcpd dragged in." You laughed, walking toward him. His eyes glance up, not recognizing you. "Please go away, I'm reading right now." He grumbled, turning a page. "Wow, I would've figured you'd be more excited to see your old coworker." You teased. Jervis placed the book down, looking at you fully now. He got up and laughed, holding you tight in his arms. "You're here! Oh my goodness.. wait how are you in here? You must tell me everything!" Jervis dragged you to sit on his lap, telling him about your adventures as gothams newest villain. With every time he looked at you, your heart grew more and more. You never wanted him to look at you any different again. Perhaps he'd like a sidekick?

Johnathan Crane

Your relationship with him was.. complicated.

University work was tough, but so were you. Him not so much. You often found him in his office squeezing the shit out of a stress ball.

Being that John was a nerd man of intelligence, you could only imagine how many migraines he got grading tests and preparing assignments for his students.

You made his life easier though, buying him lunch and talking about the students.

"I'm sorry, he asked what?" You laughed, almost spitting out your food. "He genuinely asked me why he couldn't pick up the specimen tube with TONGS. As in the utensil for grabbing salads!" His laugh was infectious, you had to admit it. You could listen to him for hours, God this crush was unbearable.

One night you were awoken to your phone buzzing, a call from Johnathan? This late? Nothing good happens after 2 am.. maybe you should leave it.

Besides, if it was so important he'd call again.. which he did.

The call consisted of breathy rambles which were kinda hot, to which you asked what was happening. "Listen. You probably won't hear from me again, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I hope we see eachother again." And then he hung up. No answers, and you were left with more questions.

You became a gotham Rogue, looking for your lost friend in any possible scenario. It wasn't till you saw a broadcast on TV about the Batman finally putting the Scarecrow in handcuffs, charting him off to Arkham. Horrible as it was, he was finally in one place. Time to get arrested!

Fairly quick, they scoop you up and shove you into a cell. That was easy, All you had to do was blow up an apartment complex. What? They're rich, they'll be fine! You take a quick look at the people around you in cells. Poison Ivy, some dude, Johnathan Crane WAIT-

Wow.. it's him. After all these years, he looks different. His hair is longer and unruly, and the dark circles under his eyes have gotten bigger. What a cutie. "Professor Crane!" You yell, hoping to get a laugh out of him. His eyes shot up, looked around, then saw you. Johnathans eyes got as wider than saucers, and you swore you saw his lip curl into a smile if only for a second. Did he miss you? Was he happy to see you? God, all you wanted was to run into him and hold him close. You'll have to wait for recreation time.

Edward Nygma

You had met him at a support group for individuals with trauma. No matter what it was, if you had to get it off your chest and couldn't afford a therapist you went there.

Was it the shit coffee? The stale donuts? The odd smell in the air you're pretty sure was from the carpets? You weren't really comfortable here.

It wasn't until you had a group activity had you actually said something to him. He was fiddling around with a pen and paper, nervously bouncing his leg.

You sat next to him, sipping your water as he wrote. Curious, you tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Sorry! Looks like you were deep in that.. whatever it is you're writing." For some reason, Ed didn't snap at you. He didn't tell you to leave, or fuck off. "It's a puzzle I'm designing."

As Ed explained the ins and outs of the puzzle, you couldn't help but notice how cute it was. You had never met a man so focused.

So you kept in touch with him. A text now and then, meeting up for dinner or lunches, a shoulder to cry on. You were there, it didn't bother you.

However, things changed after he had not texted or called after an entire week has passed. You were scared, so you rushed to his place as quickly as possible.

You slammed your fist onto the door, panicking as you could almost feel the echo it gave off. "Ed? It's me.. Please open the door, I'm worried!" No answer.

"Was it something I said..?" Just like that, you noticed a green glow coming from the door. That's odd.. you grabbed the doorknob and turned, surprised at how easily it opened for you.

From the walls to the floor were papers upon papers of different symbols and mechanical equations. "What the fuck?" You whispered, going further and further into the studio. The green glow, as it turns out, was a large neon sign in the shape of a question mark.

What Ed didn't realize was long before he changed career paths, as did you. So this entire change, though surprising, wasn't beyond you.

There's no telling where he was now, so maybe that chapter of your life closed.

Except that wasn't totally true. The cops thought you were a part of this, as your fingerprints had been found in the area. Dammit, into the Asylum you go..

A few days into your stay, you hear some commotion in the common area. Yelling, no, ARGUING. "I am the smartest man in this room! You fucking idiots wouldn't know what I'm trying to get through your thick skulls!" That voice..

Oh my God it's Edward. And he's changed. Once the crowd dies down, you hop over to his side and tap his shoulder. "I'm WORKING." Ed growled, looking at you as he prepares an insult. But he doesn't. His gaze softens "Its.. you?"

"Yeah.. can we talk?"

Harleen Quinzel

You and Harleen were the best of friends.

Inseparable, and that's the way you liked it.

All you wanted to do was spend time with her. Needless to say, you had a massive crush on her.

How could you tell her about your life of crime though? Would she understand? Would she pull away? It scared you, you didn't ever want to lose her.

However, your worst fear would come true in the form of a clown.

It wasn't long till she'd stop answering your texts, which broke your heart even further.

It was late. 2 A.M to be exact. You couldn't sleep due to the sirens, but you swore there were more than usual.

Nothing good happens after 2 AM. You should just go to bed and sleep it off.. okay a peek outside the window wouldn't hurt. As you stared out the window, you realized it was much more than sirens. It was so much worse. The Joker had invaded your neighborhood, and was doing his usual shit. What an amateur, smiley faces everywhere. We get it, you're a clown.. wait a second. Under the sirens and blaring weapons, you swore you heard a familiar voice. But it couldn't be, could it? You get your gear on and decide to investigate, sneaking around behind the shadows.

It's confirmed. Harleen, now going under the name Harley, was partnered up with the Joker.

And by partnered up, He was frenching her right then and there.

You held back hot tears as you tried to run, but alas, you're a known criminal in a crime scene.

Of course you're taken into custody and eventually thrown into the local Asylum.

While everyone is supposed to be asleep, you found a way to escape your cell and roam around. God this place is dilapidated, we really need more funding.

As you walked the cold empty halls, you could hear two things. Guards playing poker and.. was that sniffling? Crying? Hm.. wouldn't hurt to see who it was. Further investigation led you to a bright blonde wailing into a pillow, occasionally snotting up her tissues. Poor thing. "Psst, hey." You whispered, the blonde stopping to wipe her eyes and look around. "Over here." You replied, waving at her.

The blonde gasps, as do you. She's covered in bruises and cuts, most looking man-made. "Oh my god.. You're here." She cried. Wait a second.. "Harley? Holy shit what happened to you?" You asked, attempting to break the lock as quietly as possible to comfort her. Harley just shrugs, not sure how to answer "Oh you know.. Puddin' got a little mad one day." She attempted to get out, but this just made her cry harder.

After successfully breaking in, you rush to her side. Holding her close and wiping tears away. "Hey its okay.. I got you now. You're safe.." you whispered into her ear.

Pamela Isley

Ah, STEM classes. The ones that tests a students will to live, with the right professor of course.

Why anyone takes this major is beyond me, but hey you didn't mind. The exams were awful, but you had a friend at least.

Pamela Isley. Pammy. Always has her nose in a flower and her head in an equation. A brilliant woman. God you adored this woman.

Pam was quiet, sure. But when she was with you she want on and on about everything.

"You know, when I'm with you.. it's like I can tell you anything." Pam told you as you both sat next to eachother in the campus rec room. You blushed, taking her hand as you smiled. "I feel the same way." You both came to an understanding. But you hadn't told her everything, like what you did after 7 pm.

After she had told you she would be meeting with a professor on who knows what, you just brushed it off as help with a certain question or maybe an upcoming assignment. But afterward, she stopped texting. Completely. You were upset, sure. But if something happened to her? You could never forgive yourself.

You were getting ready for your night on the town, when you noticed something odd growing on your windowsill. Is that.. a Lily? You gently take the petals into your hand, it reminded you of your old.. ahem.. friend.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." You heard from behind you, causing you to jump and turn in fear. The voice came from a young woman, smiling at you with admiration and a bit of fear. "Oh, what? Don't you recognize your old friend?" She cooed into your ear.

"Pam?" You whispered, taking her hand. Before she could get a reply in, GCPD bust down your door and arrest you both on the spot. Apparently just before, Pam had murdered a local businessman because of the harm his buildings construction did to the native plant life in the city.

"How long have you been in crime?" She asked you, sitting across from you in the dining hall.

"I could ask the same for you, Ivy." You teased, taking her hand.

[buubsii]

Lost and Found, C. Kestis.

Based on a ask i received yesterday!!

Cal swung his lightsaber recklessly, carnage following wherever he went; his comm-link beeped as Cere’s voice filled his ears. “Cal, Focus on the mission, we need to find General Tarfful, as soon as possible… Look kid, i know you want to find (Y/N), but the mission at hand is more important” Cere said to him, Cal dashed across a wall, Memories from a few weeks prior lingering in his mind.

[A few weeks prior to current events]

“(Y/N)!!” Cal screamed out as his lover was dragged onto the ship like a ragdoll, short cuts and scratches scattered along their face, Cal broke free from the stormtroopers holding him and found his lightsaber, he sprinted towards the ship taking them away, before he could reach it however, the ship ascended into the air, far from his; or anyones reach, Cal tore the storm troopers apart, they had killed Prauf, He wouldn’t let them hurt his beloved partner, a fellow Jedi who had fled with him to Bracca. 

[Current time] 

Cal cut through the thick jungle vines, his arms growing sore as BD1 chirped innocently “I wish you could have met her BD, she was the most gorgeous woman you would have ever seen….” Cal spoke softly.

As Cal got closer to the imperial base ahead of him, his mind started to wander, thinking of how ecstatic his lover would have been to discover the tomb’s with him, knowing how much they loved exploration, often dragging Cal with with her to explore the shipwrecks and the area they had to live in. It was little moments like that that kept Cal going, that even now continued to live in hope that there was some type of peace in the galaxy.

Cal reached the base and started tearing through the dozens of Stormtroopers and an occasional Purgetrooper here and there, when he felt it, a force signature.. Your force signature, so familiar, yet it feels… weak, unnatural compared to the usually strong and powerful force signature Cal would feel during your irreplaceable nights spent together on Bracca. 

As Cal wandered through the halls of the Imperial Base your force signature grew stronger, as if you had felt Cal’s signature as well, Cal started running through the halls, blocking rogue blaster strikes and killing whoever, or whatever stood in his way of you… he ran through the halls and reached what appeared to be a cell, in it, you lay limp on a cot, the only sign of life being soft blinks every few seconds and the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breathe shallowly, your mouth opens, a soft gasp escaping your lips as Cal rushes into your cell, picking you up off of the table, and using his comm link to call Cere. “Cere!!” Cal spoke as he tried to find somewhere the mantis could land without being attacked. “Yes Cal! What is it???” Cere responded quickly to Cal’s sudden words. “I found her Cere! I’m gonna need you to bring the Mantis to my location, I'm sending it to you now, they're hurt, you need to be quick…” Cal spoke as he approached a suitable place for the Mantis to land and take off quickly.

The Mantis landed on the platform and the ramp slowly descended, Cal moved as fast as he could carrying you, he laid you on his bed as the Mantis took off, sitting just above Kashyyyk’s Atmosphere, Cal sat next to your resting body as he used Bacta spray on larger wounds and cleaned them with a clean rag that sat inside the med kit underneath his bed.

[A Few Hours Later]

Light footsteps were heard as you walked into the ‘Kitchen’ of the Mantis, Cal’s head whipped around to face you as he rushed out of his seat and hugged you, You winced and hugged him back. Cal nuzzled his head into your neck as you embraced him, the two of you walked backwards, towards the back of the Mantis.

They pulled apart as they sat on Cal’s bed, looking into eachothers eyes, “I missed you so much..” Cal spoke softly, leaning his forehead against yours. You connect your lips with Cal’s, choosing to express how you feel with actions not words. “I missed you too, my love.” you said, intertwining your fingers, with his, you yawned and let out a stretch, several joints making a popping sound as Cal stared at you, eyes full of admiration for his lover. “How about you rest (Y/N). These past few weeks have been… eventful to say the least, i’ll stay right here, i promise you..” Cal suggested, as you laid down he joined you, and he stayed there, remaining by your side even as you awoke. 

Thanks for reading!! <3 Have an amazing day, my little shooting stars!!

-Izzy.

[iminyourbookshelf]

Songs I think fit Frubbo because yes

Of course this is my own opinion, you don't have to agree. If you want to add anything just feel free to do so! And as always this is the character, not the content creator.

I'll add the song, artist, the meaning of the song when you search it up, and the lyrics that made me think of them.

Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms

The waning days of a mutually self-destructive relationship

"But you're a killer

And I'm your best friend

Thinks it's unfair, your situation"

I feel like this might soon reflect on what's to come. Fred keeps repeating to Tubbo about how he's not someone he should be trusted because there are things he's done that aren't good.

"Well I try to write you poems, but the words, they don't make sense

My hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense"

Sometimes when Tubbo is writing letters to Fred, the message he's trying to convey can come off wrong. Such as the first instance of him inviting Fred on a picnic and Fred interpreting it as him asking him on a date instead of just a hangout. Not to mention the two aren't that good at voicing their emotions to eachother.

"And I try to show emotions, but my eyes won't seem to wet"

This reflects Fred's struggle with dealing with emotions. Though he's trying to learn human emotions, technically he's still not allowed to because of the Federation.

Favorite Poison by Fuller

Bad choices in dating

"You get high on breaking rules

Cutting lies and blurring truth

I got lost after finding you

Can't cut, cut, cut you loose"

Tubbo often liked to mess with Cucurucho by explicitly breaking rules because of his dislike of the Federation. Fred as he grew closer to Tubbo also started to loose trust for the Federation, and as stated in one of his letters "For the first time after living on the island I can't make firm decisions." Hence the "I got lost after finding you" lyric. He's grown to close to Tubbo to want to stop being his friend as well

"Your a bad habit and I'm a bad boyfriend"

Fred has been reprimanded for keeping a connection with Tubbo, though despite that he still keeps exchanging letters with him. Possibly being a bad habit. Yes Fred and Tubbo aren't dating but the "I'm a bad boyfriend" reminds me of when Fred called himself a bad penpal

"I don't know if I'll ever change

You never asked so I didn't say

Maybe it's love because I feel okay"

This could be Fred wondering if he'll ever learn human emotions fully, and questioning whether or not what he feels for Tubbo is love.

No Time To Explain by good kid

The change that comes with getting close to someone and how it can be scary, yet uplifting at the same time.

"I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid

I can't keep it together ever anyway

When every page is in disarray

I think we'll be okay"

Fred feeling human emotions for the first time is quite a big change for him. Despite that, Tubbo is there and willing to support him through it. This reminds me epecially since the lyric is "We'll be okay", not just "I'll be okay".

Oh No! by Kevin Walkman

Letting your walls down and allowing yourself to fall for someone.

"I know we could be more than friendly-

What does that even mean?"

At first Tubbo intended to just be friends with Fred, obviously that didn't work. I view this part as like one of his awkward attempts at telling Fred he likes him while also trying not to make him uncomfortable

"And oh my God!

We could admit that this is odd!

Love at first sight is bullshit now

But look at your face"

Tubbo and Fred's situation-ship/friendship/whatever Fred is calling it I think is probably best described as odd. Though they weren't 'love at first sight' I do feel like Tubbo figured it out earlier on.

"Oh no no shit really hit the fan"

In context it doesn't really work, but the mess of 'Is Fred a 50 year old man'? Or Fred telling Bagi that he never wanted something romantic reminded me of how I felt trying to catch up on everything lol.

"I can't tell my girlfriend I'm gay

Cause she spent eight months thinking I'm straight, oh no!"

Once again in context it doesn't fit but it reminded me of that one dono Tubbo got that said Fred mightve been straight, so basically kind of the opposite of this lyric

[pssysht]

broken hearts mend | jake sully x OC fem ۵ PART2

summery: jake sully lost neytiri in the first battle (so no kids soz) he has been lost ever since, a loner, harsh on everyone and over all broken. no na’vi women could get near him, scaring them away with his sharp tongue.

neytiri was the other half of his soul, his missing piece. as a human jake never found a woman he was willing to kill for, willing to die for. until he was gifted with a new life, and he found her. she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, her skin soft like silk, her eyes bright and full of life. ever since he said goodbye to her, he wishes his brother never died, so he wouldn’t have been asked to replace him on the mission to pandora, so he would never have had to meet her.

flashback

neytiri fell to the ground, the bullet went straight through her, grazing jake. his own side poured with blood but he couldn’t feel it, he didn’t feel anything as he watched her body hit the ground. his knees collapsing beside her, pulling her to his chest.

‘don’t worry darling you’re going to be fine. HELP. it’s ok don’t cry’ he tried to speak without choking up, refusing to realise she was dying in his arms. he called for help, many na’vi women coming to his aid, they surrounded neytiri, giving eachother sorrowful glances. one of the women placed a hand on his shoulder.

‘jake- i’m sorry-‘ she was cut off

‘NO. just heal her. eywa please’ he begged as he held her tighter to him. her once bright eyes dulled as she looked up at him.

‘my jake’ she choked out, as his head whipped down to analyse her face

‘oel ngati kameie’ (i see you)

jake choked out a sob, his grip tightening on her body, as sobs rack through his body, hers grew limp. he lay her down on the ground, as the women around him looked at him with pity.

he stood up, facing the sky people, an anger so strong he felt as if he was floating, he grabbed neytiris bow, killing as many men as possible before the humans retreated. as soon as the chaos died down, he felt his body stop floating, everything that just happened hitting him like a ton of bricks. he broke down, screaming at his people to carry her body to the tree of souls.

present

after the girl left, jake sat himself on a rock inside the cave, his heart heavy as he cooked the food he had hunted for. his mind flicked to the girl once again. she was a lot shorter than him, hips full and face soft. he wondered why she travelled so far into the forest and why she was so scared to see him. but as quickly as she entered his mind, she left, as his brain fogged with memories of neytiri once again.

flashback

‘you’re like a baby’ neytiri teased jake. she’s been saying this since they met, and he could never get sick of hearing it.

they both walked hand in hand to the highest cliff, neytiri wanted to show him how beautiful pandora looks from above. as they reached it, they sat at the edge, their feet dangling freely as they stare into the view.

‘wow, it’s beautiful’ jake whispers, secretly looking at neytiri. she turned to him noticing his stare before blushing. smacking his arm lightly before pulling him into a soft kiss. jakes arm slides around her waist as he shuffles them back away from from edge.

neytiri climbs into his lap, her arm wrapping around his shoulders as she turns her face into the kiss, never wanting to leave. jake has never felt so in love as he lays her down, removing her loin cloth as the sun sets behind him.

present

mayu returns to the village, just in time for her mother yelling that the food is ready. her and her siblings race into their hut, speeding for first choice of food.

‘where were you today?’ her older brother asks as they stand together picking at the food. she looks up at him and shrugs,

‘i bumped into turak maktu today, i didn’t realise how far i had gone into the forest’ she whispers, not wanting her mother to hear of her endeavours. her brother, nobuo, raises his eyebrows in surprise. shrugging his shoulders he walks off to sit with father and begins eating. mayu shakes her head, and joins him.

she cant seem to get jake out of her mind. she’s seen him before, in the village but he seemed much more broken today, sharp and cold. she never really heard him speak to people, always supporting an angry look as people tried to make conversation. she cant help but feel sorry for him, she knows what happened to his mate, everyone here does, she cant imagine watching her mate die in her arms. mayu knows jake won’t return for a few days still, as a way to avoid any na’vi people still grieving.

she decides that tomorrow she will find him again, and bring him some fruit, and warmer clothes to help him through the storm tomorrow night.

jake sticks his head out of the cave, his ears perked up listening to the distant calls of rain, he should’ve known better than to travel without warmer clothes, incase of a storm. and now he’s screwed. he contemplates going back to the village but the image of neytiri at the foot of the tree of souls pushes him back into the cave. he will just wait it out. he will be fine.

as the fire dies down, his eyes close, falling asleep only to have nightmares of her. he wakes to the distant knocking on the walls of the cave. as he lifts his head, he sees the same girl from yesterday stood awkwardly at the entrance of the cave.

‘hello- i’m sorry to bother you again, it’s just i know there’s a storm coming and’ she’s cut off again as he stands up, storming over to her and pushing her out of the cave entrance.

she gasps as she catches her balance and looks up at him.

‘i told you to leave’ he snarls, not interested in whatever she has to say. he knows there’s a storm coming, he can hear it, he doesn’t need some needy girl to tell him.

‘fine. i just wanted to offer some help.’ mayu rolls her eyes, throwing the fruit and clothes onto the floor. she stomps her feet as she walks away, wishing she never helped that mean man.

jake looks down at the mess of her tantrum only to find exactly what he needs. he grabs the stuff and slides back into his cave, shaking his head at the girl, why did she insist on coming back, to help him? he ignites the fire again, eating some of the berries the girl had given him. he moans out as the sweet taste fills his mouth. he places the knitted shawl over his shoulders and arms as he feels instantly calmer and warmer. he wants to thank the girl for her help however his short temper pushed her away. though his thought is interrupted by a loud crackle of thunder ripping through the clouds. wind blows into the cave, his fire shaking as he tries to keep it alight.

mayu jumps as the thunder hits her ears. her feet pick up pace as she exits the forest running into her hut, where the rest of her family sit, patiently waiting for the storm to blow over.

‘mayu. you are in that forest more than you are home’ her mother scolds, sick of her daughter constantly disappearing. mayu nods with her head down as she joins her family, placing her own shawl over her shoulders and snuggling into her mothers embrace.

the storm worsens as the rain hits heavily onto the roof. small leaks forming as it drips onto mayus mother.

‘hekima! i told you the hut is not safe enough. what if this storm was worse? hm? we would not be safe here’ her mother scolds her mate, wiping the rain off of her forehead. mayu giggles at their bickering.

‘okay honey, i will fix it when the storm blows over’ her father retorts with a smile

‘irayo’ her mother replies sheepishly, embarrassed by her anger. they share a small peck as mayu and her siblings make gagging noises.

jake shakes as the tears roll down his cheeks. the cold only reminds him off the warmth neytiri gave him as they slept together under the stars, the fire infront of him only reminds him of the fire surrounding him as he watched his mate die. everything he looks at reminds him of her, he can’t imagine a day where he isn’t grieving for her, a day he can wake up and not immediately want to cry as he wakes up alone. and he most certainly cannot see a day he finds a new mate, no one could ever compare to his soulmate.

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AYE. look at me getting part 2 out the next day. i really hope y’all enjoy the slow burning love story.. or will it be a love story??? who knows.

ALSO if y’all wanna know what i imagined when making my OC mayu here she is

she kinda resembles neytiri but her face is rounder and more innocent. ALSO YOU DONT HAVE to follow this image when reading, you can imagine mayu to look whichever way you please.

thanks for reading !!!!!

[tenderribcage]

Hey, as someone who's entirely new to your blog, I immediately fell in love with Abel. I didn't understand Cain's name until a bit of stalking and didn't know who the hell Pacino was for the longest time(Yes, I feel stupid for not putting two and two together sooner) I soon started getting tired of stalking so like... Could you info dump on me because I would love that and ALSO I'd like to hear anything new?? I just wanted to understand things more without scrolling into the ether

Here's some info dumping romantic stuff about Cain and Abel's relationships! Not exactly what you were asking for but I hope it's fun to read!

So!! A little about Rex and Cain~!! Cain and Rex have known eachother for a long while, Rex first dropping in on Cain's universe when he was shorter and louder, and a lot more immature (he was like 22 at the time, current year he's 27). There was an instant bond between the pair, Cain was drawn to Rex; his loud mouth, his bullheadedness, his heavy, warm hand on his back. And Rex to Cain's reassurance, his generosity, his gentleness. The pair were best friends instantly, and Cain leaned on Rex for support in his every day. Rex grew close to his counterpart, and often found himself lost without him. Things got outta hand when Rex started developing feelings, strong feelings. Feelings that were overwhelming and domineering, feverish even. Cain was so...in need, so weak compared to those in Rex's mafiafell universe, and Rex was desperate to take care of him. By this time, Cain had gotten to the surface and Rex trusted humans very little, so he opted to start checking in on the older man. It was evening when they kissed for the first time, Rex leaning into Cain's skull, his hand tangled in Cain's shirt, pulling him in. But honestly, he had very little leverage on Cain's actions, and Cain gingerly was pressing back against him. The pair were locked in a battle, a tournament betwixt partners in crime. Rex almost fell over the couch that night, and they kept up most of it watching tv and leaning into each other.

And thus, a blooming romance has formed!! :D About Paciano and Abel~ >B) Abel was working at a diner at the time of Paciano's first appearance, hard working and dedicated to her path in life, she set to earn some extra money part time while she worked full time on her schooling. Her usual schedule of 5pm - 12 am bussing tables was taking place when a slender figure waltzed through the door. Paciano smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, like he had a pound of grease in his hair, and cheap, old cologne. He waltzed into the diner like he owned the place, snatching a paper off the counter top and slipped into a booth. Luckily, Abel was his waitress, carefully stepping over to the man and taking whatever he ordered down as quickly as possible. He was a fast talker, and eyed her as she went to take his menu. In fact, he eyed her the entire time he was there, like a ghoul stalking his victim, he ate slow and studied her as she worked around the diner. After that, he ate exclusively at her place of work, starting off smooth and slick, he'd ask her out. The first time, he was rejected, she stated she was hard at work on her degree, and had little time to date. The next time he asked, she blushed and laughed, waving him off. Surely someone so handsome wasn't interested in someone so...frumpy lookin... The third time was the charm. This time he brought flowers, this time he brought a promise. A check. "If you grace me with one little ol' date, I'll pay your student debt off." This was not something she could easily pass up, and the thought of paying off her brother's debt in one fell swoop was so tempting that she, with a chuckle, snatched the check, tucked it into her shirt, and agreed on a time and place.