#ask and ye shall receive 😌

[ineed-to-sleep]

lets see 6, 18, 20 & 24 for either pepper or vincent i crave Lore

6. How do they respond to criticism?

- Pepper is a tough one bc she tends to either be defensive or dismissive. She's used to getting through life with bullheaded confidence and that sometimes means you have to block some people out, and it becomes harder to tell apart who has good intentions and constructive criticism and who is just trying to be an asshole. It usually takes a couple tries to get her to listen, and even more tries if it's not coming from someone she trusts.

18. What did they want to be when they grew up?

- When Pepper was little she wanted to be a cook like her mom, but that dream faded away pretty quickly when she discovered she didn't actually like cooking. Then, when she got into school, she thought she wanted to be a ballerina, which evolved to wanting to be a gymnast and then to wanting to be a baseball player. None of those really worked out, but she still likes baseball a lot. And she still uses a bat. Just not on baseballs.

20. Glass half full, or glass half empty?

- Vincent definitely leans more towards the glass half empty. Although he can see the positives in situations sometimes, his default mode is to be fatalistic and think of the worst outcome possible in most situations so he can try to prevent it. A lot of his anxiety happens bc of this, and sometimes he needs someone else to point out that 'hey man it's not so bad actually look at how things could turn out alright' for him to actually consider the bright side of things.

24. Are they the type to gamble?

- For Pepper, gambling is something that could've appealed to her, the adrenaline rush, the prospect of a large sum of money bringing her financial stability. But she's never delved into it, mostly bc she'd feel guilty to spend money on it. She's not used to seeing her money as being just hers, it's hers and her brother's, and it's there to help them both survive. She couldn't live with herself if she went down that pipeline and developed a gambling addiction.

But in small harmless ways I mean sure, she has bought lottery tickets before. She used to buy one once a year. Doesn't hurt to try.

After her embrace money stopped being that big of a problem, plus she's got a lot on her plate to get lured into gambling. But in general I think she's the type who could've gotten into it, maybe in another life.

(oc asks)

[cottonsocks]

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[thedeathdeelers]

we’ll be okay

a scene from the hello from the other side au

julie tentatively reaches out again, fingers shaking as her hand hovers over his arm. she’s done this countless of times before, and every single time was a disappointment.

but the need for physical comfort was stronger than usual today — surely the universe brought them together for a reason? surely this situation warranted a little hole in the fabric of the universe; a little slip in the laws that governed time and space, allowing them to finally touch?

she takes a deep breath, ignoring the worried hazel eyes focused solely on her, and lowers her hand to where she should soon be feeling warm skin-

only to watch in heartbreaking dismay as her fingertips go right through the boy’s arm, making him flicker and glitch in and out of sight until she pulls away.

she doesn’t look at him, turning away to hide the tears that were already flowing down her face. she was struggling to hold back a sob, her face contorting in pain at the heartache taking over.

“jules-” he starts softly, his own hand coming into view as he moves closer to her.

“don’t.” she quickly cuts him off, inching away, knowing any comforting words from him right now would only make this so much harder. “please, please luke, just. i- i need…” julie stops, unsure of what she needs.

she needs her mom’s comforting embrace. she needs her mom’s reassuring words that she’ll be okay — that they’ll be okay. that she can save him, that they’ll find a way, no matter what. because fate was never cruel.

she needs her mom.

but her mom isn’t here.

and maybe fate was much crueller than either she or her mom ever thought.

she couldn’t save her mom; she won’t be able to save him.

julie shakes her head at the swarming thoughts in her mind, breathing in shakily as she tries to control the sob rising up her throat.

she feels luke shuffle closer to her on the sofa, the cushion underneath them giving way to his weight.

how could an inanimate object be allowed to feel both of their presence, but they can’t?

how could the universe tempt her with a love that could rival anything she could ever find in 2020, but keep him at arm’s length, never to actually be part of her world?

burying her face in her hands, julie can’t control her thoughts as she starts imagining luke moving even closer on the weathered couch and wrapping his arms around her — pulling her in and keeping her warm and safe, whispering words of comfort and helping to soothe the ache that made it so hard for her to breathe.

“what do you need julie? please tell me.” his voice is barely above a whisper now, his body so uncharacteristically still next to hers. she can hear the desperation in his voice, and that just makes the tears fall harder.

what does she need?

she needs the person whose presence brings her the most comfort to wrap her up in his arms, and tell her that she’s okay.

she needs the impossible. wants the impossible.

julie squeezes her eyes shut, only shaking her head in response.

“jules i-” he cuts himself off, struggling to think of what to say, of what to do.

they were in such a unique situation; would anyone know what to do?

she feels the cushion shift again as luke suddenly stands up next to her, but julie feels too guilty to look at him. she shouldn’t have come today; he shouldn’t suffer because she was having a particularly bad day.

she shouldn’t be here — she should take a few deep breaths, fix an apologetic smile on her face and make a swift exit.

it’s the decent thing to do in this situation.

with her mind made up, julie focuses on her breathing and begs her body to control itself even if just for a few moments — she just needed to make it out of here without worrying luke even more.

she’s about to straighten up, slowly lifting her head up to search for the boy in question — only to freeze a second later when she feels a blanket being draped over her shoulders and down her back.

julie stares at the light blue blanket now hanging on either side of her, then slowly shifts her gaze up to the boy standing in front of her.

she can feel her heart hammering against her rib cage, her brain scrambling to catch up.

what-

“i..i just want to try something. is that- is that okay?” luke rubs at the back of his head as he anxiously stands a few inches in front of her shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

julie nods numbly at his request, watching him closely as he moves to her side and sits back down in the spot he had only just momentarily vacated.

her heartbeat only increases in tempo as he leans closer to her, her body recoiling reflexively in self-defence.

“just…just trust me on this?”

julie looks up to meet his eyes at his words, swallowing hard when she sees the soft determination in his gaze.

nodding once, she forces herself to stay still as luke only gets closer and closer.

unable to stop herself, julie closes her eyes, not willing to watch yet another failed attempt unfold before her.

except a moment later, she feels the warmth of a solid arm curling around her back, pulling her closer.

with a gasp, her eyes snap open to find luke right where she had left him, only now he was touching her.

he’s smiling at her, his eyes bright with a twinkle of pride in them.

julie doesn’t want to move; barely wants to breathe.

was she dreaming? was this real? will it all turn to dust if she were to even blink?

“i-i-i-” she tries, but nothing follows, her mind suddenly distracted by the slow circles luke was rubbing against her back.

“i uh, i was thinking maybe we can’t touch each other directly but…” luke looks away for a moment, somehow embarrassed.

“you know how we can both sit on this couch, and it moves and dips and cracks with both of our movements? like, even though it’s with me- it’s somehow also with you? if you get what i mean?”

he’s rambling and he’s looking everywhere but at her now, his free hand moving restlessly in the air as he speaks, knee bouncing up and down, but julie can’t help but smile a tiny bit.

she’s not sure she gets what he means, but she nods anyway.

“so i uh- i thought maybe that was the case with most of the stuff in here, you know? stuff you might also have in uh. in 2020? and i remember you once told me you guys still had this blanket over at your place and i don’t know i just-” he finally looks back at her, his frantic movements stilling a little. “i just really couldn’t watch you like that and not do anything, julie.”

julie can feel the tears that had dried up build up again, fighting to break free and drip down her cheeks.

he- he was touching her. he was holding her and trying to make her feel better he-

julie barely holds herself back from throwing herself at him, reminding herself last minute that they still couldn’t technically touch.

so instead, she wraps a hand in the blanket still wrapped around her, and reaches out to curl her fingers around his.

she watches fascinated as he doesn’t disappear, the feel of his hand through the soft material underneath her fingertips a miracle.

she looks back up to find him watching her, and smiles her first real smile that day.

“thank you luke,” she says, voice hoarse. “really, thank you.” she squeezes his hand to emphasise her words. “you don’t know how much this means to me.”

luke’s signature smile lights up his features just like it always does.

“i’d do anything for you jules, you know that.”

and with that, he reaches out to fully wrap the blanket around her, carefully covering every inch of her before pulling her onto his lap, arms holding her close.

she rests her head on his shoulder, and slowly lets the exhaustion of the day take over.

and just as she’s about to fall asleep, she hears him whisper in her ear;

“we’ll find a way, julie. i promise you. we’ll be okay.”

and maybe, just maybe, they will be.

the end

[t4tstarvingdog]

hello I am awake … (<- haven’t been able to sleep bc I’m on that damn phone also not tired very bored :/ ) hiiii. also yes gay chicken is real I’ve never played it but I daydream about it often (<- lying. or am I…)

hello awake guy, i am also awake (<- hanging out in that damn buddie world) hiiiiii forever and ever . i've never played it BUT i have decided i would win. because i am very competitive and also because i am amazing at games and also being gay

[nickfowlerrr]

https://www.tumblr.com/nickfowlerrr/760258643802406912 BEEFY BUCKY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE *gasping breath in* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

change of pace

pairing: beefy!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. unprotected sex. a little bit of fluff. not edited!

words: 1.1k

notes: ask and ye shall receive 😌 lol when i reblogged that post you know he was all i was thinking about 🥴 lol thank you for sending this, e! 🫶🏻

thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated. hope you enjoy this little drabble! 🩵

“Oh, fuck,” he whines, his eyes squeezed shut while he’s breathing heavy, his hands clenching the back of the couch threatening to break the wooden frame of it. Bucky’s head is thrown back in pleasure as you slowly sink down on his throbbing cock.

He can’t see the way your lips part at the stretch of him, or how you stifle your own moan as you take him in, or the twinkle in your eyes at the sight of him already flushed and lost in the feeling of you straddling his lap, your hands on his chest as you sit on his cock.

His fingers flex as he grips the couch, doing his best to control himself and let you set the pace. Your hands glide up his chest to around his neck as you lift yourself off his lap, until just his tip is inside you, your fingers in his hair as he gulps a breath. You stay for a moment and wait until you see him relax for just a second before you sit back down, his thickness impaling you in the best way.

He whimpers the most beautiful moans you think you’ve ever heard as his eyes scrunch tighter, his lips in a pout as you slowly start to really ride his cock.

“Baby, please,” he begs softly, cheeks pink as he turns his face away from you. His eyes are still closed tight, he’s both too shy and too worked up to look at you right now.

“What’s the matter?” you ask breathily, your torturous movements not faltering as you lean closer to him, your breasts pressing against his chest and your fingers curling in his hair as your soft lips ghost his ear before you lightly kiss his face, another pathetic moan slipping from the beefy man beneath you at the gentle kiss.

His bright blue eyes flutter open then as he turns his face toward you, pout still in place, his eyes much darker than they were a few minutes ago, but that gleam in them ever present.

You titter as your noses brush and you know exactly what he wants before he even says it.

You’re sinking lower on his dick as he finally speaks.

“Kiss me,” he pleads, not even trying to hide how desperately he wants to feel your lips on his. You don’t keep him waiting too long before you give in to his request. Your kiss is soft at first as you keep rolling your hips, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth and his moans against your lips fueling your movements.

Slowly, Bucky lets his arms fall from their place along the back of the couch before he drags his hands up your thick thighs. You don’t stop him so he keeps going.

His heavy palms finding your ass, squeezing the ample flesh there as he follows your movements up and down his fat cock.

His touch dances up to your back and then his hands find their place settling on the curve of your waist meeting your hips. All the while, Bucky kisses you greedily while you let him, your own moans muffled by his mouth.

He squeezes your waist lightly and you don’t know what snaps or takes over you but suddenly you’re spurred on in your movements. It’s not slow rolls if your hips anymore, no. Now you’re bouncing up and down his thick cock as he chokes out a moan in surprise. His big hands are gripping you tight but he doesn’t dare deter you or want you to slow down. He just needs to feel you, needs to touch you and your soft fucking body that he won’t ever get enough of. The way you take him, the way you make him feel, it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. You’re indescribable. You’re incomparable. You’re fucking everything.

He doesn’t know how or why he’s suddenly so overcome with emotion but he feels his eyes sting as he watches you, mesmerized by you on top of him, your breasts bouncing with every raise of your hips, your mouth open as you breathe heavily, soft moans of pleasure spilling out of you.

It feels so good. Everything feels so good, he can’t stop himself. He cries meekly, the most pathetic noise leaving him as his balls squeeze tighter and tighter with your every bounce. His hands tight on your hips and he whimpers again, “Baby, fuck, ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grits, puffing as he tries to hold himself back. You speed up your movements, feeling your walls squeeze even tighter around his thick length as you get closer too.

Bucky slips his hands from your waist to your heavy breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them in his big hands before he lets his lips and tongue slide all over them, kissing them, licking them, before he wraps his lips around one of your pert nipples, sucking and licking the sensitive bud as you whine and moan in the intense pleasure it sends through you. He’s moaning as he takes his pleasure in kind, showing the same dedication to your other breast as you move atop him.

He’s so close. So fucking close. He buries his face in your chest as he holds you close, whimpers and pleas spilling from him as you fuck him perfectly.

“Please let me cum, baby, please,” he grips your hips again. Eyes squeezed shut, he’s almost pained from how badly he wants to just let go. To fill you up and keep you leaking him for the rest of the day. His balls twitch at the thought and he cries out again.

You reach a hand down behind you and gently squeeze him and he almost doesn’t even hear your permission to cum inside you as he shoots his load despite himself the very second he felt your touch. Groans and debauched whimpers leaving him as he holds you down on his lap, finally letting himself move as he bucks up into you.

You have to hold onto him as he fucks into you. Your own moans and whimpers mingling with his as he brings you to your own orgasm without even really trying, your silky walls tightening around his cock and milking him as he rides out your shared high.

His head is on your chest as he keeps you in place on his thick lap, heavy breaths and sighs leaving you both as you hold his head to you, your fingers playing in his hair.

“I love you,” he breathes against you, his eyes closed in bliss as you pet him. You smile down at him, and he doesn’t see it, but he feels it when you place a kiss on head and hold him closer. His arms tighten around you before he carefully turns you both so you’re laying down on the couch now, him on top of you, head still on your chest as you murmur back with that same soft smile,

“I love you, too.”

[dinogoofymutated]

Plz tell me you’re doing a part 2/continuation of you nsfw nightcrawler(only if you don’t want to of course). I just have got to read about Kurt returning the favor cus I just know he’s going to be a little teaser/pleaser 🤭 ya know. Kurt has been one of my first loves since I was a kid and I’m so glad the nightcrawler fandom has come out of hiding because it feels nice to be in a place that gets you😌

NSFW!Nightcrawler/AFAB!reader - part 2!

Don't forget to read part 1!

Ask and you shall receive!! You and @the-girl-who-walks-with-faeries both requested a part 2 so here it is!! I hope this is okay, I know the original was completely GN but I wasn't sure how to do that with this one!

Also, I know we all love our goofy furball but this is a daily reminder that Kurt has so much depth to his character. It's really easy for us as a Fandom to characterize him as a happy-go-lucky ball of constant sunshine but he's much more than that!- Tis all. Peace ✌️

TW: MDNI!!!! Smut, fingering, PNV sex. Little bit of teasing. Lots of petnames. Sorry for the shitty German translations. Creampie.

Kurt used to be really self conscious about his hands when the two of you first got together. It's not that he thought you found them disgusting, in fact, he knew it was quite the opposite.

He was just worried that he wasn't able to prepare you properly. Especially since they're so wide set on his hand. Going two at a time wouldn't be comfortable for you or him.

Eventually, he did become more confident on himself, especially when he tried other ways of foreplay, making sure you're not only prepared, but fully sated before the main course.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

Kurt's hands teasingly rubbed the crook of your thighs, caressing the sensitive inner skin. You can't help but let out a little whine as he slides his hands closer to your lips, only to slide away again. He chuckles, and you faintly hear his tail swaying back and forth against the bed.

"Kurt, don't tease." You softly chide, relaxing further into his chest. He leans over to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your neck sensually. You sigh as he licks and nips at the soft skin.

"Apologies, Schatz. Seems I can't help myself." He muses. You gasp as a fingertip grazes across your clit, teasing at first, before he adds a little more pressure. You let out a noise of pleasure and contentment at the sensation. Kurt's other hand reaches up to caress your breast, thumb gently brushing across your nipple. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as the finger on your clit dips down, teasing your slit as he gathers the sickness pooling there and drags it back up to your clit.

"All this, for me?" Kurt hums, his canines grazing the crook of your neck. You nodd in response, unable to think clearly enough to respond to him. He chuckles again, turning your head to pull you into a deep kiss. You feel one of his fingers teasing your slit again, sliding in rather smoothly. The action causes you to gasp into his mouth, and Kurt takes the invitation. His tongue caresses the inside of your mouth, keeping you rather occupied as he fingers your cunt. His kiss leave you breathless, gasping for air when you separate. His face is just as flushed as your own as his thumb wipes the spit from your mouth. You stick your tongue out to meet his thumb, licking the pad of the digit before sucking it into your mouth teasingly. Kurt can't take his eyes off of you, cursing quietly at the action. The curl of his finger inside of you causes you to release it, moaning as he touches you just right.

"Kurt?" He sucks in a breath at the sound of your voice.

"Yes, liebling?" The nickname causes a flutter in your chest even now, sprawled out across his lap in the throes of pleasure.

"Fuck me?" He's speechless for a moment, heated gaze keeping your own. He can't kelp but lean in and kiss you again, his tail wrapping around your waist to simply have you fully encompasses in his hold.

"...I will do more than just that, my love." He whispers once he gathers himself enough to speak. He gently turns you around, kissing you over and over as he lays you against the bed. His hands trail down your arms. Gathering your wrists and bringing them upwards to press kisses to both palms. His eyes narrow as he catching a glimpse of the bruise forming on one of your wrists, and a heated gaze turns to concern.

"Did I do this?" He asks, tail unwinding from around your waist, like he's worried he'd squeeze you to tight (again). You don't want to lie to him, but you don't want to tell him either, knowing that the thought of hurting you while caught up in his own pleasure is more than a nightmare for him. Instead you pull him down to kiss you. He sighs into the kiss, caressing the bruise before he moves onto his elbows to hold himself above you in the bed. He’s hard against you when you grind up against his pelvis, the action making him gasp. He separates from the kiss reluctantly as you begin to line him up, notching the head of his cock against your slit. He stops you before you try to take him in.

"You stop me if that ever happens again." Kurt says, a little more strictly than you've heard him speak to you before.

"Okay." You nodd at him. "I promise." He smiles at you, brushing the hair out of your face before he begins to push into you, slowly. You're breath gets caught in your throat as he does so, sinking into you inch by inch. Kurt’s face is scrunched up in pleasure, those beautiful sharp canines biting into his lip before he buries his face in your neck.

Nothing has ever felt as perfect as he does when he's finally bottomed out inside of you. He sits for a moment, letting you adjust to his length before your patting his shoulders, begging him to move. He does so, starting slowly, thrusting deep into you as he pours his love into your body. You're doing your best to keep quiet, but it's hard when Kurt feels so perfect inside of you. Each thrust into you sends another flicker of pleasure to your stomach, already feeling so close.

Kurt himself isn't fairing much better, his whines and noises of pleasure being a sound you want to memorize until the day you die. Every once in a whole he'll murmur words of praise and love and appreciation for you, your body, your soul. He's immersed in the depths of you, sinking into your cushiony walls faster and faster as he begins to reach his own peak once again. One particular thrust is a little shaprer than the others, leading you to call out his name.

"Pssst. wir müssen ruhig sein. Liebe." He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His strokes become faster as he gets closer and closer, not too far behind you.

"Kurt! I'm- ah... I..."

"Ich weiß, Schatz. Hah... ich bin bei dir." The knot of pleasure inside you snaps, and snapps hard. Kurt groans as he feels your walls fluttering around him, sucking him in. The sensation is too much. He thrusts inside you a few more times before he's reaches his own peak, cumming inside you in warm spurts. He twitches inside you, letting out small whines as he rides through the waves of pleasure.

Kurt collapses partially on top of you when he's done, pulling out gently and panting as the two of you try to catch your breath. His face is flushed when you look over at him, hair disheveled with his eyes blissfully closed. Your heart skips a few beats at the sight, and you find yourself reaching over to caress his face. His eyes blink open, and he smiles in a way that makes your heart stop. He holds your hand to his face, brushing his thumb across the skin of your knuckles.

"I missed you so much." You murmur, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. His smile would spread wider if it could, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

"We should make up for all the lost time then, love. How long do you think it will take for the others to notice us missing?"

[callsign-fangirl]

Vice Admiral Simpson sir! 😭🔥

Ask and ye shall receive 😌🤲🏽 @callsign-viper

[brotherwtf]

humbly requesting queen for more daddy kink + age gap au 😌

ask and you shall receive.... rubbing hands together evilly

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It seemed more and more evident as their relationship blossomed that Gale knew how to get what he wanted with John, to put it in the sweetest terms. He would be all sweet to John to make him stay in the house, would cuddle him and kiss him and call him so handsome so John had no choice but to stay curled up in bed with him almost day.

Gale also knew that a shorter shirt, tighter pants, and the occasional clumsy picking of something up would make John bend him over the kitchen table and take him right there.

But John was dead set on doing errands this morning, they didn't have many groceries and the car needed gas, but Gale seemed dead set on having John take him to bed.

"We can just do them later," Gale tries and John shakes his head, counters that they won't have time later.

"We can just eat out tonight, come on John, stay in this morning, come back to bed," Gale says and John's getting the slightest bit frustrated.

"Gale, stop, I need to run errands you can wait until I get back," John says, keeping his voice as firm as possible.

It doesn't help that Gales smirk deepens as he walks closer to John, smoothing a hand up his shirt and looking up at him through his eyelashes.

"Come on daddy, won't you punish me? I've been so bad," Gale says, and fuck, John just crumbles.

John slides a hand up to Gale's neck, palm pressed on his Adams apple, thumb pressed just under Gale's jaw. His mouth falls open with the pressure and John shakes his head, pressing a finger under Gales chin to close it.

"Running your mouth all morning, baby. I know that's not what my good boy does," John tuts and Gale shudders from the words, a silent moan in the back of his throat.

"Are you a good boy, doll? Can you show me how good you are?" John asks.

"Yes daddy," Gale whispers and John smiles at him.

He guides him down by his neck until he's on his knees, face pressed into the front of John's slacks.

"Come on, doll, show daddy how good you can be," John says and Gale whines into his pants.

John moves his hand from Gale's neck to his hair, pressing him closer until Gale's nudging along the clothed shaft, peeking his tongue out gently to press against the clothing.

He gently unzips John's pants, looking up through his lashes the entire time, eyes locked with John's as he carefully pushes his boxers down, allowing John's cock to spring out against his face.

Gale moans, taking it in his hand and pumping slowly, licking down to the base and pressing his nose into the fair curls on John's hips. It makes John hiss, bucking his hips forward into Gale's hold. Gale licks another stripe up to the head, swirling his tongue on it until there's precum spilling into Gale's hand. He uses the slick to pump his hand faster on John's cock, moaning in tandem with John's groan.

"There you go, baby, that's my good boy," John groans.

"Fuck, yes daddy, fuck my throat, please," Gale says, pressing his tongue into the slit of John's cock.

John groans again, taking a fistful of Gale's hair and gently pushing him to the base of him, revelling in the pretty gags and chokes that Gale makes in his throat.

He starts to grind gently into him, hissing when Gale's throat constricts around him. Gale's hands come up to hook in the belt loops of John's pants, letting John use his throat how he wants to.

It doesn't take long for John to start thrusting erratically, doesn't help when Gales looking at him with such pretty tear soaked eyes.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking good for me, fuck," John says and he's spilling down Gale's throat, groaning when Gale moans high in his throat at the taste.

John pulls Gale off of him and smiles, cupping his cheek and running a thumb across his cheekbone.

"Are you going to let me do what I need to do now, doll?" John asks and Gale only shrugs.

"Sure, daddy"

[yandere-yearnings]

I know Laurent intro isn’t out yet, but if it’s ok can we have a bit of info about him? I really need to know if he is the pathetic type WHO SAID THAT

I understand if you want to keep the info secret until he makes his debut!

ask and you shall receive nonnie, i will absolutely give you more info abt him😌✨️ also, thank you for sending this in, anything concerning laurent always makes me the happiest🥺🩷 he'll hopefully be debuting soon btw!! his intro is mostly written, now i just need to salvage some time to actually finish it😔💔 and yes, he is definitely pathetic haha i will be expanding on that at a later date

With the way Laurent keeps up public appearances, it would be ridiculous for most to entertain the idea that he works in a field where there's more graves than grass. Under scrutiny, his smile alone is enough for people to turn a blind eye to the blood that stains his skin.

Somehow, he's even managed to claim the title of communal grandson amongst the elderly, and he's dutiful to it too — ever ready to lend a helping hand where needed.

Charming, charismatic, the textbook definition of 'sunshine' whose warmth will undoubtedly melt the coldest of hearts. Rival organisations fear his magnetism will lure away their best workers.

The unequivocal respect he commands wasn't built on power and influence alone, though they were important contributors. If you were to ask any of Laurent's men why they'd take a bullet for him so easily, they'd tell you it's because never once in their lives has anyone showed them as much compassion and sincerity as him.

To those under his wing, he's the reliable older brother that never lets them down. There is security with Laurent; in the way he listens, and the way he protects. Since he's aware of being a home to many, he hides how hard he has to toil to keep the roof from caving in.

Clover knows, ever his trusted right-hand. They've been best friends since childhood, so she's the only one who he can't fool. He depends on her for a lot of things — she insists he does. He tells her about how much he wishes this wasn't his reality, tells her about his guilt, his heartbreak. He tells her all about you.

As full as his heart is to pour out to others, love has never been good to him. Desensitised in a world of death and deceit, it's the only thing he's truly afraid of. He wants to trust you. Laurent thinks you'd be able to fix him.

That being said, it takes a lot of persistence and coaxing to get him to take your advances seriously. He's the type of person who'll pamper you with extravagance, but can't seem to understand why you'd ever want to return the favour.

Over time, you might just notice Laurent's habit of keeping the things that make him happy the furthest from him. If you ever ask him why, he'll deflect and change the subject — something Clover will tell you he does when he feels vulnerable. In any case, that'll be the first and last instance you'll see his eyes unmatching the rest of his cheerful façade.

Although not a quality that matches his job, Laurent is surprisingly gentle. He likes animals, and nature, and reading books under the low light cast from his lamp — a gift from the owner of the oddities shop in his hometown. You could join him, he'd never say no.

He has a lot of scars, and a lot of tattoos to cover them up. He knows he's got nothing to be embarrassed about, if anything, they're signs of loyalty. It's just, sometimes, all he wants to do is pretend he lives a normal life.

In the middle of the night, the stack of towering papers on the desk his sole company, Laurent finds himself thinking about you more often than not.

If there was no duty tied to his name, if he were anyone else and less of a coward trapped within constant tragedy, he'd have liked to reach out. He'd have liked to hold your hand.

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hi uhhh my moot @finchesslingshott wrote the most gut-wrenching binch oneshot the other day and uhhhhhh more binch content pretty pls 🥺👉👈 aid the revolution brother /lh /nf

Ask & ye shall receive 😌

I've had "Somewhere" from West Side Story on loop which was probably the catalyst for this one 🤣

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can I see your cat please? 🥹

Why, yes you can 😃 You asked so nicely, so you shall receive 😌

Had you asked for a photo an hour ago, you'd have gotten to see her sitting in a box that's too small for her 😂😂

Can I see your cat 🥹 pretty please 👉👈

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perhaps locus meditating 😌

Ask and ye shall receive!!! And by meditating you meant like, sexily right? 😂

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Helloo would love love love some more Gabriel/Jim if you have any? Could be literally anything maybe a continuation of the last two or something but anything at all pleaseee 💕

notes: ask and ye shall receive 😌

pairing: Jim x reader

rating: T

“You’re joking. You must be.”

“Why would I be joking?” Jim furrows his brow, perplexed. You tap your spoon on the side of your coffee mug with vigour. 

“Because Notting Hill is a classic! I can’t believe you’ve never seen that film…”

Jim can actually count the number of films he’s seen on one hand - less than one hand really - because he’s seen none of them. But you seem to be incensed by the discovery of him not seeing this one in particular, so he remains quiet about all the others. 

“Are you free tonight? You could come over and we could watch it at my place. You could stay the night if you wanted. I could set the couch up for you! Or, you know, otherwise,” you say, not wanting to put too much pressure on the situation for a first overnight. But Jim lights up at the idea, excited. To be honest it’s nice to just take things slow with him. The relationship doesn’t seem to be hurtling towards sex, neither of you have brought it up, and that’s… fine. It’s nice, actually. It’s low pressure in a way you’re thoroughly enjoying, and Jim is a great boyfriend. 

For you, the event in the park is all but forgotten. 

It isn’t for Aziraphale and Crowley, though. That flash of Gabriel emerging a couple of weeks ago has very much seared itself into their psyches. Neither of them are certain what it means but they’re reasonably sure it can’t be good, so when Jim appears in the bookshop asking what he needs to bring to stay overnight at yours they’re a little… worried. 

“He’ll probably be fine,” Crowley reasons, not wanting to play devil’s advocate - well, not any more, at least - but having been significantly more affected by Gabriel than his lover. He knows the danger of the archangel. But at the same time Gabriel has never shown himself to be any danger to you, quite the opposite in fact; he seems rather smitten. This will be the first time they let him out of their sight for any significant amount of time and there’s a nervousness in the air which can’t be ignored. 

The two of them turn to see Jim packing as many books as he can into his overnight bag, “just in case”, and Aziraphale sighs.  

“Well they both have your mobile telephone number. If anything happens then they can get in contact. Besides, I’m sure nothing will go wrong.”

Neither of them say anything as Jim hoists his several-kilogram backpack onto his shoulder and grins. 

🪽

“Hey! So I’ve ordered pizza and set up the film on the tv in the lounge. Do you want a drink?”

You give Jim a greeting kiss and he grins in a dopey sort of happiness at it. 

“Sure, thanks. What kind of drink?”

“Well, I have wine, or uh, Pepsi?”

“Yes, Pepsi. Please,” he says quickly. He recently became aware of its delights and spent a whole evening at the shop drinking a two-litre bottle and giggling between every sip. You load up the pint glasses which, in traditional English fashion you nicked from the pub, and settle in for a film night with Jim. 

The pizzas arrive about halfway through Notting Hill and you think Jim might explode at the narrative being interrupted. When the pepperoni feasts are devoured and the boxes shoved into the recycling, the two of you end up in a slouchy sort of cuddle. Your head falls onto his shoulder and by the end of Four Weddings and a Funeral you’re fast asleep. 

Jim looks down at you. You’ve managed to miss some marinara when you wiped your mouth so it’s smudged on your lip, but you’re none the wiser. Your chest rises and falls easily and your eyelids flutter as you dream. 

Because he’s pretty sure that Aziraphale and Crowley have done the same for him when he’s fallen asleep, he gently carries you to your bed, lays you down, tucks you in, and whispers ‘goodnight’ knowing that you won’t hear. And then he means to head back to the couch to go to sleep. 

At around two in the morning you stir, desperate for a wee. That is the unfortunate downside of Pepsi. You swing your legs over the side of the bed—

And your heart stops. 

Gabriel is standing there. In the corner. His eyes so luminously purple that they light the room around him. He’s been watching you for some time now, just observing the way that you breathe. He wondered if he should get in bed and hold you. Just to satiate his own wonder about how you feel. Too late for that now, you’ve spotted him. 

“Be not afraid,” he says.

You scream. 

🪽

The next morning Crowley wakes up to a text message from you.

I think there’s something wrong with Jim. 

“Bollocks,” he says. 

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Your dadrond and Arwen killed me so I humbly ask for some Elladan and Elrohir and dadrond content because there never is and they all deserve it

ask and ye shall receive 😌

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5 and 8 for Jason, and 19 and 21 for Tim?

Hello laufire :D I've seen you around in my notes a fair few times, thank you for the ask!

Jason first bc I am predictable 😌

5. First song that comes to mind for this character?

Dana Dan by Bloodywood! I had it as his theme song long before I started headcanoning him as religiously Hindu and the music video feels all the more appropriate now that I do!

There are a LOT of runners up, sixteen in specific I could name off the top of my head bc I made a whole character playlist for him and I listen to it every time I drive (burned CD in my car :3)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Hoo boy, that competition is FIERCE lol I try my best not to talk about it in terms of complaints though. That's just not the energy I wanna have most of the time. That being said, since you asked for some salt ye shall receive hehehe!

I think the through line of the most annoying stuff is that people will point at something Jason did in his villain era and twist it wildly out of proportion into something unequivocally EVIL and then everyone else will (incorrectly imo!!!) claim that it's out of character and due to writers that hated him and we should throw it out.

The worst example of this by far is his fight with Mia Dearden

First of all, it was written by JUDD FUCKING WINICK so yeah this was not a matter of an unfavorable writer!! Second of all, I think it's a goddamned masterpiece of a comic, and THE successor to UtRH

So like you have the second Robin, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then being utterly destroyed... and then you have the second Speedy, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then growing from that to become a fully fledged hero in her own right! So similar and yet their paths have been so different with Mia healing and becoming even stronger and Jason having been isolated and pushed to villainous extremes.

Then during that confrontation each of them know about the other through hearsay and research, but have never met before. Each make their own assumptions and then prove that they are more than what was assumed of them! Jason makes a deeply flawed but earnest attempt to try and connect with Mia and she rejects it because she has the support he never did and therefore has already long ago grown passed what has destroyed and consumed him!!

And some people REDUCE their fight to just "evil scawy Jason trying to hurt poor widdwe Mia"???????????????????????????? Might I challenge those responsible to a duel of paintball rifles at dawn?!?!?!?

Kinda the entire fucking point of an antagonist is to let the complexities and nuances of the characters shine, and that's doubly true of antagonists that used to be protagonists! Mia and Jason are such amazing narrative foils for each other, and tbh, Jason himself is an extremely good foil in general! On top of that the Arrows have long been foils of the Bats, so Bruce and Ollie also foil each other in the background brilliantly as Jason runs rings around them both!!!!

I would need to start pulling up pictures of comic pages and write a full length essay to get into proper depth with it (And I do intend to eventually!!) but the way they each interact with that fight and with their own histories going into it is great for both characters and it's just... gah... basically my favorite comic ever and it's stuck in this meaningless tug of war over "characterization" from two sides who both mostly haven't read the damned thing, let alone properly dug into the analysis of why Jason did any of that or what it might mean to Mia beyond just being unpleasant...

I would KILL to get DC to let me write a Mia and Jason comic. There's so much fun shit that they could do together, no matter if they were allied or enemies, I'm gonna have to write it as fanfiction tbh, but the fact that Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72 is completely ignored until someone wants to use it as flat proof of 'Jason bad and ur bad for liking him' is just...

Le sigh...

Anyway what the fuck was I doing? Answering an ask lol??

Okay here we go: Timmy Time!

19. A relationship in canon that you don't like?

Its gotta be Steph simply due to how badly it was mishandled. As usual with female characters, I feel like Steph's nuance and strength as a character was in direct conflict with how the authors implemented her narrative role as a love interest. The fact that Tim was flat out casually misogynistic to her for her whole introduction and it wasn't treated properly as a flaw is a deal-breaker for me. The amount of Steph's Wikipedia biography that's Tim's love life makes me want to commit arson. The ship itself in isolation from much of the canon may have potential, and the canon material itself isn't all bad by any means, but to me the relationship still feels like a net loss.

21. I do indeed write, uh, a considerable amount of fanfiction about this dude, so: What's your favorite thing to do in fics when it comes to this character? Something that you don't like?

I like making him more unhinged. Or rather, I interpret his early actions as having been spectacularly unhinged, and like to imagine he kept that energy up into later years. I'm so not interested in Tim being a well adjusted person tbh I want him in my wonderful little Freak 4 Freak ship being spectacularly messed up and incredibly weird with nonsensical ideas about how boundaries work

For what I don't like... Hmmmm, this one's a little hard to answer because most of that falls into the neutral category of stuff I have no interest in writing at all, and so I just don't lol

I suppose I don't like to do apologies, though I have written one. I like to get down into the messy depths of sympathy and resentment by having him talk about those conflicts with the allies that have hurt him. However, I think the direct contrition and simplicity of apologies has less and less appeal to me the more I develop as a writer. Apologies retroactively cement an idea of fault and blame. I think there's more room for exploration in having the characters talk through all of the components of the issue without ever having that particular kind of confrontation.

Thank you very much again for the ask!!! I hope this was a fun read :3

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Y'all been asking for more Solo Sikoa content. Well ask and you shall receive. 😌

Summary: Solo enlists the reader to help him out in a match against Karrion Kross and his wife. But the readers help doesn't come for free.

It's about halfway through Friday's episode of Smackdown and you are in your locker room minding your own business. A sharp knock sounds at the door while you are busy looking at your phone. So you get up and to answer it with an annoyed sigh.

"Yes?" You answer the door in a sour tone.

In the hallway you find Roman's unreasonably attractive and admittedly persuasive cousin waiting for you. "Sikoa? What? Did you finally get tired of listening to Sami and your brother snap at each other?" You ask him while also letting him inside the locker room.

"Nah, I'm all business tonight baby." Solo replies and shuts the door behind him.

A hint of a frown crosses your face while your back is turned at the news. "All business? Well now, what's the fun in that? Solo?" You sit down and straddle the chair next to you. "What does your egomaniacal cousin want from me?" You sigh.

"I'm sure that you know Karrion Kross?" Solo replies, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Kross? He's the creepy white dude with the hottie bimbo for a wife, right?" You nod. "Yeah, I'm aware of him to a certain extent. Why?" You place your chin in your hand with a curious smile.

A small hint of a smile crosses Sikoa's face at your joke. "I've got a match scheduled against him later tonight." He explains. "Roman doesn't want me going out there alone. But there is no way in hell I trust Zayn to watch my back against Kross."

"And you don't trust your brothers with the job either, huh?" You reply. "Interesting." You grin at him.

Solo's nose twitches in annoyance but he keeps his cool like always. "Look, are you in or not?" He asks you. "Because if you're scared of Kross then I'd be happy to go it alone out there. Screw what Roman says." He adds with a huff.

"Woah!" You laugh. "Alright there big boy, you can relax." You pop out of your chair and walk over to him. "I'd be happy to help you out with Kross." You inform him. "It is going to cost you though."

"Of course it is." Solo scoffs. "What do you want?" He stares down at you.

You shrug and stare back at him wondering how much effort it would take to make him break.

"Oh, I'm sure that I'll come up with something fun." You shrug again. "At the very least you can buy me a drink after the show."

"Sounds fair." Solo agrees. "Come on then, I'm due in the ring in 5 minutes." He adds and turns toward the door.

You head out to the ring with Sikoa and watch Karrion come out with his wife from Sikoa's corner. Scarlett comes around the ring and climbs in the ring, but not before glancing your way first.

"Well, she's certainly dramatic." You comment from Solo's corner. "Don't worry about the bimbo, I've got her covered." You assure Sikoa before the bell rings.

Solo gets to work in the ring while you keep an eye out for Scarlett trying any tricks on the apron. Solo and Kross are a pretty even match for most of the match, which you don't like.

Near the end of the match, it looks like Kross is about to finally pull the win out from under Solo. Not about to let that happen, you spring into action. You head around the ring to where Scarlett is hanging out and confront her.

"That's quite the man you've got in the ring, Scarlett." You catch her attention. "I bet mines better though. In and out of the ring, if you catch my drift." You bait her in.

Scarlett takes the bait and charges at you. You make quick work of the glorified eye candy and lock her in a soft chokehold.

"Yo! Kross!" You shout to Karrion in the ring. "Me and the wifey here are gonna take a little trip backstage." You tease him and drag Scarlett back a couple of steps.

Karrion takes the bait and abandons Solo in the ring in favor of his wife. He comes barrelling up the ramp like a man possessed so you know that you've got to time this just right. You wait until Kross is right about to get to you and push Scarlett forward and into him.

Once you're free, you haul ass down to the ring and pass Solo. "He's all yours chief." You wink at him and come to a stop back in Sikoa's corner.

With your handy distraction, Solo is able to drag Kross back to the ring and pull off the win. You laugh with pride and walk past Scarlett to head backstage.

"Told you my man was better." You tease her as you walk by.

Solo joins you backstage a few minutes later and doesn't bother to speak with Jimmy and Jey waiting for him on the other side of the curtain. Instead, he heads straight for you.

"Thanks for the assist." He thanks you for your help.

"Well, you did ask for help from the best." You boast with a laugh. "Now, about that favor." You add with a grin. "Drinks are on you tonight big man. And I am on you." You wink with a grin.

"I can get down with that." Solo nods with a grin. "Lead the way then, baby. Roman and the boys can wait until tomorrow."