#he’s really taking all the Ls huh

[agni-ashes]

poor skizz

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[oifaaa]

Did they actually cancel Tim's solo series. Hasn't is been like. Less than a year

Both tim drake robin and batgirls will be ending soon with robin #10 being the final for him and batgirls #19 being the final for them I've heard rumours that it was bc of low sales but I've not actually been able to find the source for that and the one source i could find actually said both series were doing well honestly I'm more inclined to believe its more part of the dawn of dc thingy that's going on

[ze0re]

·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluffy!, kissing (slightly explicit?), sorcerer!reader black!reader

₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 he ls definitely the type to get nervous around eye contact with someone he likes or gets memorized by their eyes. It's a balance between the two.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆. hello my lovely's, I can't believe I’m almost at 1k followers 😧. when I first started I didn’t think I would get this far Into the community, we are so close! only 95 to go 😔.

❝ 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 ! ❞ - 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕

₊˚ෆ 𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 - her pretty brown eyes.

whenever he would stare Into them..he would easily get lost Into them. those dark/light brown eyes, whenever he tried to conversate with you he would always stumble across his words getting lost Into them..which Is why he can never hold eye contact. your glasses made your eyes look more bigger and doe giving them more flare to your eyes. he was never able to focus on what he's trying to say or do without you staring at him. his cheeks would end up betraying him as they ran hot and bright, clearing his throat trying to move on from the embarrassing situation but couldn't. your giggles will go through his ears feeling his heart swell from the sound, your soft spoken voice and wording made his body run hot. you were oblivious to It all but God he wishes you knew what you were doing to him.

he was yet again staring at you as you were focused on working on another robot for a 'project' you've been stressing out about. his hand on his palm as a gentle gaze was set your way, you were so cute when you got irritated. weird thing to say I know but It was the truth. your eyebrows furrowed, forehead with small wrinkles as you did so with a bitten lip and small curses escaping Into whispers as something wasn't done right. nanami was supposed to be finishing his work but he got caught up with being with you by your request. he couldn't say no when you were giving him though puppy dog eyes, he always wondered why you wanted him by your side? maybe because you're alone? maybe because you get lonely? maybe you want company? he didn't question It even though he wanted to but he stayed In silence watching you work. he was so lost In a memorizing daze he didn't hear you call for him, "nanami."

"nanami."

...

"NANAMI!!."

"huh? yes?." he snapped out of his daze, sitting up straight looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you sighed. "did you not hear me?." you asked with a raised brow. nanami thought back to his head but nothing came to mind, It was all foggy. he cleared his throat shaking his head, "no, I didn't. what do you need?." you shook your head with a small laugh pointing at the wrench beside him, "can you hand me that?." he looked at the side of him to see the wrench laying on Its side, picking It up to hand It to you. you gave him a small "thank you." turning your attention back to the robot, moving It side to side before- WACK!. "hope that worked." you said, setting It on the table, pressing the small button on top hearing It power up. you smiled widely with big eyes as you stood up with excitement rushing through your veins, "It worked!" nanami looked at the little robot then at you with a small smile.

he doesn't know why. but seeing you excited made him happy, you were doing a little dance with small giggles. after trying to get It to work for so long It finally turned on. "yuji Is gonna be so happy." you said excitedly stopping your dance, taking off your glasses to set It down on the table leaning forward to look at your work. nanami cleared his throat holding his head up high looking at the robot. "do you mind explaining how It works?." nanami asked, looking his way noticing his pink cheeks with a smile, "for starters, I- or yuji got this little guy from a junkyard when we had a mission assigned. he found him really interesting and asked me If I could fix him. and I did, after a few difficulties of course." you giggled, "but after some time and work Into him I found out how to make It thing work." you poked at It, "I thought It was powered by regular bolts and wires by how formal the model Is, but It's powered by curse energy. cool right?." you looked up at him, nodding his head keeping his eyes on you. "It's not an ordinary robot you would see regularly, I bet this was used to catch curses or something and someone tossed him after he broke down." he's never seen something like this before. he didn't find hardly anything fascinating but seeing you put so much work Into this made him Impress.

you sat down In your chair again, facing him with a teasing look on your face noticing his facial expression. "Is the all mighty kento nanami impressed?." you teased, gaining his attention. he rolled his eyes, "surprisingly yes. actually any of your work Impresses me." all though he said this bluntly and calmly not thinking too much Into It, It made your heart speed up feeling warmness In your body. your eyes widened, "oh! really? I didn't think any of my work Impressed people." you chuckled nervously looking down In embarrassment, he hummed feeling flustered at your nervous reaction. did he say the wrong thing? you became nervous all of sudden. he cleared his throat, "It's good work, y/n. you should be proud of what you're doing." butterflies. you nodded your head with a small smile looking at him again, "I've never been told that before." you chuckled, "I was always told that since I'm a jujutsu sorcerer I can't be anything else because this Is my job but..thanks nanami." you gave him a short smile before looking away again, staring at the robot.

nanami doesn't know where or why he has this confidence all of sudden. should he? should he not? you're right sin front of him..lip bitten, hand on your lap- shit. screw It. he took his advantage of this confidence bringing his hand towards yours l holding It with his gaining your attention again. you looked down at the interlock hands then at him with a confused face, he looked calm but Inside his heart was beating against his chest. he held your hand as he lifted his free one to push some of your braids back placing his hand on your cheek. "It's a first for everything right?." huh?. "what do you me-!." you felt soft lips onto of yours as you looked with wide eyes, your body went tensed and stiff looking for what to do. but the more he kept his lips on yours, your eyes started to relax and close on their own leaning more Into the kiss deepening It. your body relaxed, tilting your head to the side kissing him back at the same pace.

deep and hard breathes were the only thing being heard In the room as you both made out. his hands slid down to your waist pulling you close to his body as your hands unknowingly twent up to his blonde hair, softly gripping It hearing him groan Into your mouth. the kiss lasted a few more seconds before you pulled back first leaning your head with his staring Into his eyes. you panted, trying to catch your breath with a airy chuckle, "didn't expect that." you laughed, nanami blushed nodding his head In agreement trying to hold eye contact with you. your brown eyes shot Into sparks, practically feeling your heart beat on his own chest holding you close.

you noticed how hard he was staring Into your eyes keeping eye contact with almost like..he's getting lost In them. you raised a brow, "Is there something on my face.." you mumbled, he shook his head . "no. It's just..your eyes, they're pretty- beautiful." memorizing. you chuckled again, "do my eyes also make you nervous?." even If he did want to deny It, It was the truth. your eyes made him nervous. they were gorgeous. he loved them. "yes..they do." he mumbled back looking away In embarrassment but you only brought his face back up to face yours, "you're so cute kento.." you closed your eyes leaning In once more connecting lips with his as he kissed back with a heavy sigh. the kiss was gentle and slo-

"hey y/n did yo- OH MY GOD." In an Instsnt you and nanami pulled away with fast heart rates, looking at your open door to reveal a red face yuji looking anywhere but at you two, "u-uhm..I was just wondering If the robot was done! I'm so sorry, I should've knocked!." he bowed feeling embarrassment rush through his body. I mean- he just walked In seeing his teachers making out with you practically on his lap, you sighed pulling back from nanami walking over to the embarrassed yuji to reassure him It was okay but he only kept apologizing.

nanami ran a hand through his hair, he couldn't help but grin to himself.

he had to say, today wasn't all so bad.

[kipscorner]

Monsters! Feel free to change pronouns, relationship mentions and anything else to match your writing preferences! Part of the list has been put under Read More due to it being a long list!

“Uh... my friends call me Phlegm.”

“Mr.(Mrs/Miss/etc) [Name], can you tell me what you did wrong?” “There is nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you!”

“You can't make me!”

“Yes, it's dangerous work and that's why I need you to be at your best.”

“it's going to be a perfect day to maybe, hey, just lie in bed, sleep in or simply... work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!”

“I don't believe I ordered a wake-up call, [Name].”

“Did you see me? I'm a natural!”

“Hey, wasn't I great? Did the whole family see it?”

“You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.”

“Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.”

“I told you, call me [Name].”

“We just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“Quiet! You'II make him lose his focus.”

“Oh, Googley-woogley, you remembered!”

“So, uh... are we going anywhere special tonight?”

“But it's impossible to get a reservation there!”

(singing) “You and me! Me and you! Both of us together!”

“You know, pal, she's the one. That's it. She is the one!”

“Oh, and, uh, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations.”

“Oh, no problem. They're under the name Googley Bear.”

“I wasn't scared. I have... allergies.”

“Do you hear that?It's the winds of change.”

( mocking voice ): ''You hear it? You hear the winds of ch...? –Oh, what a creep. One of these days, I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.”

“[Name], you didn't file your paperwork last night.”

“I'm watching you, [Name]. Always watching.”

“You're the boss! You're the boss! You're the big, hairy boss!”

“She wasn't scared of you?”

“I could've been dead! I could've died!”

“I will personally put you through the shredder!”

“I love working with that big guy.”

“[Name] and I are like brothers.(sisters//siblings/etc)”

“We're just going through a rough time, sir.(ma’am/name/etc) Everyone knows you're going to get us through it.”

“Now, that's my boy(girl,etc)!”

“I've never seen anything like you today. You were on a roll, my man.(girl/etc)”

“So get this-- as if dinner wasn't enough I'm taking her(her/them/etc) to a monster truck rally afterwards.”

“You know, I am so romantic sometimes I think I should just marry myself.”

“'Cause I got to tell you, buddy that face of hers, it just makes my heart go...Yikes!”

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

“Kitty!”

“No, no-- stay back!”

“Oh, [Name], I've had a lot of birthday... well, not a lot of birthdays but this is the best birthday ever.”

“I was just thinking about the first time I laid eye(eyes) on you-- how pretty you looked.”

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Uh, I'm just going to order something to go.”

“Get out of here. You're ruining everything.”

“Please remain calm. This is not a drill.”

“Well, I don't think that date could have gone any worse.”

“Well, a kid flew right over me and blasted a car with its laser vision!”

“I tried to run from it, but it picked me up with its mind powers and shook me like a doll!”

“It is my professional opinion that now is the time to... panic!”

“No, don't touch those, you little...! Oh, now those were alphabetized.”

“It's okay, it's all right. As long as it doesn't come near us we're going to be okay.”

“I have no idea but it would be really great if it didn't do it again.”

“How could I do this? How could I be so stupid?”

“That thing is a killing machine!”

“I bet it's just waiting for us to fall asleep and then wham! Oh, we're easy prey, my friend-- easy prey. We're sitting targets.”

“Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”

“That's it, I'm out of ideas. We're closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!”

“Are you sleepy? You want to sleep? ls that what you want? Huh?” 

“No. Hey, hey, that's my bed! You're going to get your germs all over it. ( sighing ) Fine. My chair is more comfortable anyway.”

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Oh, boy, how do I explain this?”

“How about I sit here, until you fall asleep? Go ahead. Go to sleep. Now. Now... go. Uh, you... go... to... sleep. ( imitating snoring )”

“Really? Well, in that case, let's keep it. I always wanted a pet that could kill me!”

“Is that a joke? Tell me you're joking.”

“[Name], I'd like to think that, given the circumstances I have been extremely forgiving up to now but that is a horrible idea!”

“Don't panic-- we can do this.”

“Actually, that's my, uh, cousin's sister's daughter…”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“That's a cute little dance you've got. It almost looks like you've got to…”

“Where did she go? Oh, did she disappear? Did she turn invisible?”

“[Name], my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today.Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New makeup? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like...”

“Ready or not, here I come! I'm getting warmer! Any second now! Fee fi fo…”

“Don't you think I'm aware of the situation? I was up all night!”

“Yeah, well, until we know for sure we're going to act like nothing happened, understand?”

“You're right, you're right. We're just two regular joes on our way to work. We will blend right in!”

“Very good. Now bon voyage!”

“That's what I decided to call her(him/them). Is there a problem?”

“[Name], you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!”

“ow put that thing back where it came from, or so help me…!”

“But if it was an inside job I'd put my money on [Third party].”

“( whimpers ) last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none!”

“Sushi? Sushi?!! You think this is about sushi?!”

“So I said, ''If you talk to me like that again, we're through!''

“Oh, well, hello, there. What's your name?”

“I got us a way out of this mess but we got to hurry.”

“Oh, you're all right! I was so worried! Don't you ever run away from me again, young lady(mnan/etc)! Oh, but I'm so glad you're safe.”

“We're going to get our lives back. The nightmare is over.”

“Okay, first of all, it's cree-tin. If you're going to threaten me do it properly.”

“Well somebody's certainly been a busy bee.”

“I'm sorry, [Name], but [Third party] said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his(her/etc) evil plot.”

“We got to get out of here now! We can start a whole new life somewhere far away!”

“I was going for a snake ninja approach with a little hissing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It's all about presence!”

“[Name]? [Name], it's me…”

“[Name]? No, no, no, no. It's okay. I was just…No, no, no, no, no, don't be scared. That wasn't real. It's just a...I was just…”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“All you had to do was listen to me-- just once! But you didn't, did you? You're still not listening!”

“Welcome to the Himalayas!”

“Snow cone? No, no, no. Don't worry-- it's lemon.”

“Did you see the way she(he/etc)... looked at me?”

“Take my buddy, Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself King Itchy.”

“Look at that big jerk. Ruined my life, and for what?”

“Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland! I mean, how about all this fabulous snow, huh?”

“Okay, rule number one out here. Always…No.Never go out in a blizzard.”

“None of it matter...Wa-wait a second. None of it matters?”

“So, now the truth comes out, doesn't it?”

“What about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh?”

“What about me? I'm your pal. I'm... I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?”

“I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean for this to happen. But [Third Party]’s in trouble.”

“'Whoa, whoa, whoa. ''We''? No. There's no ''we'' this time, pal. I-if-if you want to go out there and freeze to death you be my guest... because you're on your own.”

“I never should have trusted you with this.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, [Name].”

“I was just mad, that's all. I needed some time to think.” “I'm being attacked!”

“No, I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to be honest. Just hear me out. You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship.”

“If you start crying, I'm going to cry and I'II never get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you but I am now.”

“[Name], I am baring my soul here. The least you could do is pay attention!”

“Somebody's got take care of you, you big hairball!”

“[Name], if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through!”

“You expect me to believe that pack of lies, [Full name]!”

“Go get 'em, Googley Bear!”

“What a plan-- simple, yet insane!”

“How are we supposed to get to it now? Oh, it's a dead end, [Name]!”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Give me your hand.”

“Jump! I'm behind you!”

“Hurry up! Keep moving!”

“You stupid, pathetic waste!”

“You've been number one for too long, [Name]. Now your time is up!”

“Mama, another gator got in the house!”

“Give me that shovel! Come here!”

“All right, I got a move here. It'II bring down the house.”

“I think we stopped him, [Name]. You're safe now.”

“She's(he’s/etc) seen too much. You both have.”

“Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys but I spotted several big mistakes.”

“Two and a half years of undercover work were almost wasted.”

“What, you mean... you mean, I can't see her(him/etc) again?”

“I bet we get the rest of the day off.”

“Come on, pal, cheer up, we did it!”

“Oh, sure, we put the factory in the toilet, and... gee, hundreds of people will be out of work now. Not to mention the angry mob that'II come after us when there's no more power, but, hey... at least we had some laughs, right?”

“Oh, I love kindergarten. Best three years of my life.”

“[Name], you're such a charmer.”

[according2thelore]

holy SHIT that excerpt was so good!!!!!! the elliott ness / hitler bit was hilarious. omg everything i ever could have dreamed and more…. inherent characteristic of dean of all ages is that he is a little shit, and also that he will kill himself for sam.

i also love that baby sam describes grownup sam as barely holding it together. i feel like hearing that would break older dean’s heart but older sam would really just take it as, like, yeah. a little bit true.

do you ever think of them interacting w other characters in this au? cas dropping by, or crowley or rowena or someone calling, lol. if this is set in an elongated season 11, lucifer would be horrific. or… hmm. I feel like claire would be funny, little dean tries to hit on her and she’s just absolutely disgusted.

omg omg omg anon i am kissing you kissing you kissing you kissing you thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!

and haha, thank you! it's so fun to see dean freak out in the moment about meeting his idols (dr. sexy, elliot ness) that i can only imagine how ES!Dean would react to the info that he would actually get to meet them one day! ES!Dean would lose his SHIT if he found out s1e1 that picking up sam from college would allow him to hit on daphne from scooby doo. could you fucking imagine??

LS!Dean would stare angstily into the distance about the "barely holding it together" comment but LS!Sam would say something equivalent to: "ha! yeah. fair enough."

in my idea of how this universe works, i think they would text all their friends a very clear do not come over!! leave us alone until we say it's okay!! we are safe!! personal business!! and everyone thinks they're having a crazy sex weekend, so they definitely do not want to come over. i think once we start adding more characters, this thing gets messy bc how the fuck are we going to explain to ES!Sam&Dean who JUST found out that vampires are real that their best friend is an angel and he also possessed his vessel's daughter claire, that's why she's here and also a hunter and also a child, say hi claire! huh? oh yeah this isn't cas's body, this is a guy named jimmy. no we don't think he's still in there. anyway. he was god for a bit but not anymore and hm? how? oh he ate a bunch of souls. because the king of hell told him to. no not the devil, the king of hell. who's the devil? well. funny story--

but hypothetically i can get down! i love the way your brain works!!! i think it's super fun to imagine all the characters interacting with these squeaky-toy versions of sam and dean who are even more insular and weird as the seasons go on. ES!Sam&Dean are so earnest! and excited! hypothetically speaking, i think it would go like this:

i have been harboring a secret little headcanon that sam and dean's souls look similar, since they're soulmates. to humans, they all just look like balls of light, but for angels or demons...

it makes me think about if cas pops by, he almost...doesn't notice? at first? it depends on the season, but if he's a full-graced angel, he sees the soul first, not the "vessel."

so he pops into the bunker, like "hello, dean. your soul is bright today. can i meet you and sam in the library?" and pops back out. and ES!Sam and LS!Dean are stood there, blinking. and LS!Dean is like. "well. fuck."

and when they all assemble in the war room, castiel looks back and forth between the four of them. for a minute and half of pure silence. "did you have kids?"

"identical kids?" LS!Sam asks, incredulous. "like spores?"

and castiel says "one second." and squints even harder and says. "oh. i see. there are four of you. why did you do that?"

and of course, LS!Sam&Dean are all, "did we do it? we thought someone--on your...ah. team. did this."

and ES!Dean's says, "who's this asshole? oh shit. is he blind? my bad."

"this is our best friend. castiel." LS!Dean says, trying not to laugh. "he has a...religious family."

"is this the friend that tried to be god?" ES!Dean asks, skeptically, and LS!Dean hits LS!Sam on the back of the head, hard.

"it's not my fault! he has big eyes!" LS!Sam says by way of explanation, like that means anything to anyone besides ES!Sam.

"it's very true." castiel agrees solemnly, and both sams trade a look about which thing cas is responding to.

ES!Dean and cas would get along like a house on fire, which is to say...the winchesters don't have a great track record with those. but ES!Sam and cas?? oh boy. best friend alert. if it slips that cas is an angel, ES!Sam is big-eyed, heart-thumping, breathless excited, which none of the other 3/4 are too jazzed about. cas is quite pleased. he preens like a peacock.

"why yes. my true form would melt your eyeballs, samuel." and ES!Sam is almost bouncing up and down in glee. cas never calls sam samuel, but he thinks it adds a biblical affect that ES!Sam clearly appreciates.

they have tea together.

read: sam spills boiling water over his hand while trying to make them tea and cas takes a great deal of satisfaction in healing it. by holding his hand.

read: LS!Dean kicks open the imaginary door of the kitchen like OKAY. THAT'S ENOUGH. HE'S A CHILD. DROP THE BABY.

~~~

crowley texts LS!Dean an ASMR video of someone reading threatening reddit comments (what fucked-up psychological warfare tactic is this??) and when ES!Dean sees the notification, he asks,

"who is the contact with the little devil picture and the...is that an egglant?"

"how did he change his name in my fucking phone? pizza hut. no one. what phone?" LS!Dean throws it across the room because he knows that without a shadow of a fucking doubt that crowley would unhinge his jaw and swallow ES!Sam&Dean whole if he got the chance. or at least desperately try to convince them into a threesome. 

there's no risk of that, but dean is NOT going to explain the 'king of hell' business, so he leaves it be.

~~~

maybe jody (that introduction actually goes smashingly) would bring claire around one day, and, yeah anon, you're right. ES!Dean is a limpet. he's pulling out all the stops. he leans seductively against the table in the war room. he winks a lot. he breaks eye contact coquettishly. claire is stuck between finding it amusing and being horrifically disgusted. she audibly gags when dean smolders.

claire starts to say, "you do know i'm--"

and ES!Dean cuts her off with a shit-eating grin, "if you're about to say your age, don't. i like plausible deniability."

and claire nods for a second before suddenly reaching out, grabbing him, and flipping him over her shoulder. she breaks a chair with his flying body. no one helps him up.

if anything, this makes her hotter, and ES!Dean sees LS!Sam get genuinely angry at him for the first time when he says so.

"back off, dean. i'm serious."

and ES!Dean gets so immediately, blindingly hard that he has to go sulk in his room for a minute or thirty or risk showing the exact shape of his dick to the room at large.

"yes sir. sammy. what the fuck? i'm gonna--" runs into the wall. "i've gotta. fuck. no-- i mean. hahahahahahahahah---" *fading into the distance as dean waddles awkwardly away*

~~~

(and hypothetically speaking, lucifer would be a fucking horror show. LS!Sam is literally covering ES!Sam with his body because didn't he get to ruin sam long enough? you don't get me any earlier. you can't touch him, i won't let you fucking touch him. ES!Dean can tell something is Not Good Bad Wrong Fucked and the sheer depth of terror, of trauma, scares the fucking shit out of him. he looks desperately to LS!Dean like a child looking at their father, can you fix this, how do we fix this? and no one has any answers. lucifer is obsessed. it's a nightmare.)

~~~

anyway, lol! i hope you liked! this one was super fun to think about! dean is always kind of a skeeze, but early seasons especially so lol. i think a lot of people would have a field day w that! and ES!Sam is so earnest and trusting!

thank you again for this ask anon! i always love hearing which part of fics/these posts are folks favourites! kissing you!

have a great day! :)

-lizzy

[shuuuuush]

TO BE WITH YOU [DARKEST MAN HEADCANNONS]

Warnings: none

A/N: @allygatcr , here's your headcannons girlie. I hope u like it 🫶

Dating Darkest Man would include:

He's ALWAYS cracking jokes, and he's honestly so funny. Like you could be on a walk with him through the park or maybe go downtown shopping, and he'd just see something and instantly make a joke out of it. Obviously, he understands that there are certain things you shouldn't joke about, but most of the time, you can't even go 10 minutes without him making you laugh.

↳ "Oh, look! Doesn't this jacket look nice, Darkest?" "Nah I won't lie to you babes, that looks like tarzans underwear. That fluff, I swear he's worn it in his jungle life."

He may not seem like it, but he's definitely one to hold your hand everywhere you go. He just wants to be close to you and like have you in arms reach, especially if you're going in crowded places. Best believe he's gonna hold onto your hand for dear life. He acts like you're a little kid who might get lost even though you're a grown adult. He loves you, that's why he doesn't want to lose you. 🥺

COUPLE NICKNAMES, No for sure he definitely is gonna call you nicknames, it's definitely gonna start out sweet like honey, babes, or love but then if you do something happens and it's hilarious, like for example, yall do a bean boozled challenge and you end up getting the spoiled milk and its the one you hated the most, oh boy, it's one he will remember for the rest of his life, while he's crying laughing at your reaction to it. He's gonna call you that for the rest of the year unless you really hate it and ask him to stop he would.

↳ "Hey spoiled milk, could you pass the milk, please? Not yourself." "Shut the hell up."

He loves it when you kiss him on his cheek or forehead. He’s so sweet and melts every time you show him love. Like this would be the HIGHLIGHT of his day. He would leave to shoot a video at footasylum or beta squad, and then you would kiss him on the cheek, and his whole face would light up. Or if he feels it's not enough, he'd grab your waist and pull you in for a kiss.

↳ "Give me another kiss, pleasee." "Darkest, you're gonna be late for the video." "Honestly I don't really care, and I'm not leaving till you give me another one"

You're almost always his special guest on his videos. Well, at this point, you're not even a guest anymore. You're a regular on his channel, but he'd still introduce you as a special guest. And give you the longest hug on camera while proceeding to smile and laugh throughout the video. And if there's other people in the video, too, like Filly, best believe they're gonna comment on the fact that Darkest doesn't act like this with anyone but you.

↳ "Please welcome our special guest ... Y/N!!" "I'm still a guest on this channel, huh?" "You'll always be a special guest to me. It's my channel anyway."

He knows you so well that if he asked a question, he realised he didn't need to even ask you because he knew the answer already. Like he would just take the time of day to genuinely get to know all of you, like your favourite food, even to the deep questions about you. He'd want to know all of that so when someone asks about you, he'd know instantly what to say. And if you were saying something, he'd know what you'd say next because he knows you so well.

↳ "Babe, what do you want me to ord- WAIT WAIT I KNOW IT ALREADY."

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[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 3 (Oct 25): What If/Fixit

*What if Sabine had made it on to the Chimera with Ezra?  How do they spend the trip back home?* 

“LS-2310, report.” 

“This is 2310, aft deck clear. Over.” 

“Copy.” 

“That’s not going to fool them forever, you know.” 

Ezra looked up from the comlink towards Sabine. The storage compartment they had managed to cram themselves into luckily had enough crates lying around that they had something to sit and lay down on. After the (to put it mildly) hectic day they had had, being able to just sit still for a moment seemed like a gift from above. Sadly, stowing away on an Imperial Star Destroyer, especially one captained by Thrawn, was hardly a situation to readily afford such a luxury. It had been a miracle that they hadn’t been discovered yet. And they weren’t even close to being out of the woods. Sabine had told him that the whole trip through hyperspace had taken the better part of three days even with the colossal hyperdrive ring, so it would take at least that long before they could hijack a shuttle or fighter and make their escape. Until then, they had busied themselves finding stormtrooper armor to disguise themselves in and finding a quiet spot of the ship to lie low. 

“It’ll just have to fool them long enough,” Ezra replied. “Just long enough for us to get back to known space.” 

“The sooner the better.” Sabine replied sharply. Ezra saw her holding herself stiffly as she sat on the crate. Her hands were wringing themselves like crazy, and her left foot kept bouncing like a rubber ball. 

Ezra couldn’t blame her for feeling antsy. Yes, they had managed to get aboard the Chimera and were on their way home, something he himself had been waiting ten agonizingly long years for. But the “they” in question did not include everyone. The last they had seen of Ahsoka, she was fighting off a Elsbeth and a small army of undead stormtroopers all on her own. She couldn’t divide her attention from them for a split second to catch her breath, much less get on the ship. They had been forced to leave her behind. 

They didn’t know if she had managed to get away, if Hyuyang had gotten the ship repaired enough for them to pursue. Of course, even if she had, there was little to no way that she had managed to catch up. At best, she was right where he had been, stranded on a forsaken planet at the edge of existence with no way to get home. At worst... 

Ezra banished the thought from his mind. He could tell that Sabine was beating herself up enough over this turn of events. Having both of them fret over it wouldn’t do anyone any good. Even if he couldn’t see her obvious signs of worry and agitation with his own eyes, her nervousness and shame were shining like a bonfire through the Force. 

Sighing, he sat down with her, putting an arm around her shoulder. “Hey,” he said. “She’ll be alright. The second we can, we’ll find a way to head back out there and find her.” 

Sabine took a deep breath. “We shouldn’t have to. It’s my own fault we’re in this mess.” 

“Don't say-” 

“I mean it!” Sabine snapped. Ezra was taken aback by the outburst, though his expression was evidently enough for her to rein it in. “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “It’s just...she told me time and again what was at stake. I knew from the start that Thrawn coming back would be a disaster. And what did I do? I gave in. I was selfish. And now Ahsoka’s stuck out there and Thrawn’s on his way back to make all hell break loose.” She scoffed. “Some Jedi, huh?” 

Ezra thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully. He could tell she was really on edge, and feeding into her blame wouldn’t do her any good. Then again, it would also be dishonest to pretend that there was no fault at all here. 

“You’re right,” he said at last. “You were selfish, and things are looking bleak.” He tightened his embrace around her shoulder. “But that just means we have something to make right.” 

Sabine looked up at him, her agitation replaced by a puzzled expression. Ezra continued. 

“If there’s one thing Kanan taught me, one thing I learned from my time with him, it’s that being a Jedi isn't about being perfect. It doesn't mean always being right. Every Jedi in history has messed up at some point, sometimes because they were wrong, sometimes because they had no good options. But nine times out of ten, that’s just because they were people. The critical thing was that they got back up and tried to do right even after they failed.” 

He moved around to place both hands on her shoulders. “And that’s what we’re going to do. Thrawn’s coming back, but so are we. We’re going to fight him. You, me, Hera, all of us. We’re not going to let him bring the Empire back. And one way or another, we’re going to get Ahsoka back here too.” He smiled. “And we’ll do it together.” 

Sabine looked at him, her face still etched with concern. “How can you be sure?” 

Ezra just smirked. “I’m about to complete a round trip to another galaxy. If that can happen, anything can.” 

At first, Sabine said nothing. Then, her eyes starting to moisten, she gave a weak smile of her own and enveloped Ezra in a crushing hug. Ezra wrapped his own arms around her and squeezed. 

This was going to be a long trip. But they had each other and a lot to prepare for. 

[icy-watch]

final thinggg just me sobbing and also absolutely eating the delicious whump this episode like he's literally that meme "out here living my best life" "Macaque is dying" "this ain't about him" rest assured, it will happen again. if I drank a sip of water for every whump/flopped on the ground dead this monkey was, I would be soooo hydrated. with how scared he is this episode you'd think this moron would have a smidge more self preservation or tried harder last time, like how hard is it to kidnap a meditating Wukong or y'know, NOT goad MK into trying harder to fight you? but he's kind of been banging pots and pans all season saying he don't wanna do this at ALL get him outta there bro just wants to live. its honestly funny because if you're thinking "but he DID legit try to hand MK over before being weirdly ambiguous and also wanting LBD to get beat" YEAH THATS HIS PROBLEM. he only sees two outcomes and keeps double dating them, weird way to phrase it I know, while also being driven by self-interest. constant conflict of interest until he finally brings himself to this point of being on the Very Edge and straight up loses it more from stress and anxiety. what happens if the bone consumes him? tick tock, he's on a timer. he wants the Samadhi fire to use himself? why not share it w the gang? bro where do you THINK the fire is going to go, one time use? "humanity is going to need to find something else?" uh huh, I know they don't trust you but maybe if you ask nicely to let them burn away your chains for you. he thinks he can just use the fire and ditch "be free of this nightmare" as he said buuuuuuuut it ain't that easy. there's still two other parties in this game and you are stuck in the PLOT. there are no free choices to break away from the narrative silly lol. that's like someone wanting to break the fourth wall from how little he wants to follow either path which makes something from S4 even funnier. but you see the moment of realization in the 3rd special. he's been having a lot of those lately too thanks to the power of friendship Monkie Gang uses. breaking down those impressions whoo, they're not like you or Wukong. also its SO evil how we see LBD's power also go towards his blind eye and we see the skull motif again, the eyes flickering sound effect sounding like a faulty lightbulb?? the face he makes like he's about to be sick and throw up? honestly Wukong makes me want to throttle him next ep in a / exasperated non-hater way bc everybody keeps misreading Macracker... "And Macaboo. He's really going to have to try and stop Team Monkie if he wants to live." oh Icy :) as if Macatalyst has ever been good at doing what the LBD says, and not just bc he's Champion of taking Ls. you should really bonk him on the head and send him to Sandy's for therapy, tea and cats.

You should go back and rewatch every episode with Mackaroo and drink some water for every whump/flop. Hydrate yourself.

Poor Macamoo. He really needs a lot of help.

[landosgirl97]

Needy -JJ Maybank Smut

A/N:This one is specifically for @samxslaughter. Here you go love. Enjoy! 🤤

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, choking, spanking

I was needy. Horribly needy. JJ was at home just laying in bed, giving me easy access if I didn’t have to work. Just the thought of his delicious abs as he’s sprawled out on the bed, naked as usual I’m sure. I thought about how easy it would be if I was home to just jump on top of him and ride him in hopes he would wake up and ravish me. So, I did what any horny, needy woman does. I texted him.

Me: J.. are you awake still?

JJ: Yeah, why?

Me: I’m coming home for lunch.

JJ: Why? Don’t you normally eat at work?

Me: Babe.. I need you. I don’t care if I go without lunch right now.

JJ: Ohh.. I’m on my way to come get you.

Me: It’s not lunch time yet.

JJ: I don’t care. My girl is needy.. It’s my job to oblige.

JJ showed up at my work not even ten minutes later. I decided I’d get after him for speeding later. Right now, I need him. I grabbed his hand and we ducked into the nearest employee bathroom. As soon as the door was locked, his lips were on mine and I was pinned to the door. JJ smirked when he heard me whimper as he kissed my neck. I started to wiggle and grind against him, hoping for at least a little bit of friction as I bit back a moan when he gripped my breasts hard. “You really are needy for daddy huh?” he whispered in my ear. I whimpered again when he brought his hand down to my pants, popping the button and undoing the zip to shove his hand in my pants. “God, so wet for me already baby? Too bad we have to hurry because I’d love to take my time with you, needy girl.” He smirked as he pulled me away from the door and over to the counter. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and used the back of my neck to push me so I was bent over the sink. “Stay there for me and daddy will take good care of you.” A moan immediately ripped from my mouth at the sound of his husky voice and his belt unbuckling. It wasn’t long before I heard his pants hit the ground behind me. I lifted my head up to peer at him in the mirror, seeing his cock hard and red for me. “Ready baby?” he asked. Yes daddy.. Please, just fuck me already.” I moaned out, letting my head rest on my arms on the cool counter. I felt him line up and shove into me immediately, both of us letting out quiet moans at the feeling. “Fucking hell.. So good.” I moaned into the countertop, but JJ was having none of that. He gripped my hair into a tight ponytail and yanked me back so my back was arched and I was watching him fuck me in the mirror. I could immediately feel myself getting closer to the edge.. Between the sounds of our skin slapping together, and the wetness I could hear coming from between my legs, I was about to lose it. Obviously JJ could tell as he let go of my hair, moving that hand to wrap tightly around my throat as his other hand trailed down to rub circles on my clit. “Cum for me baby.. Cum around my cock.” That was all it took before the band snapped and everything went white. I felt my toes curl in my shoes and my legs almost give out under me if JJ hadn't been there. After a couple more thrusts, he whispered in my ear again. “I wanna fill you up princess, make you swollen with my kid. You want that baby?” All I could do was nod and moan as I reached the edge once again, this time my legs actually gave out and I felt my wetness streaming down my legs as he filled me up. “Holyshit baby.. You fucking squirted.” JJ said, eyes wide as he took in the scene. The puddle on the floor, your wet legs, his cock dripping with your juices. “Be ready when you get home to do that again. Now, get cleaned up and get back to work.” He said, tucking himself into his pants and landing a smack on my ass as he snuck out of the bathroom and back home.

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[merakiui]

We love cucking the twisted boys huh, especially Azul he has it so tuff. Idk what it is but it's so funny cucking him, reader took it into their own hands to humble some way ig; it brings balance to the universe, he cannot win

ESPECIALLY AZUL!!! 😩 it really does balance the universe.

He just continues to take Ls and I feel so bad. Bullied as a child, self-conscious, glasses, terrible at PE class, Leona destroyed his life’s work, he outed himself as a crybaby octopus during his Overblot, he gets cucked by the twins who are much cooler, much more confident, not crybabies. All of these Ls are piling up. :( he has to take a W at some point, but how can he when the twins are always sleeping with you?

[themology]

steven grant x gn!reader “museum crush”

part one of the 'crush in various places' series. two. three. four.

notes: requests are open. wrote this in order to cope episode 5, i love steven so much he has all my love and support and my money and i will give him everything i have, self indulgent.

summary: in which you unintentionally plan an unforgivable crime in the museum and steven grant is all up for it.

warnings/contains: not proofread, i wrote this while being half asleep, nothing really, FLUFF, mutual pining.

pairing: steven grant x gn!museum crush!reader.

word count: 708 words, approximately 4 minute read.

okay so you're probably a researcher of some sort and had been visiting the museum for 2 weeks at best

you'd spend like... 2 days on a single exhibit, and no one seemed to not notice this, for some people it's quite odd like who does that?????

especially the staff, donna to be precise, but you managed to talk her out of it and you said you wanted to be left alone, she kinda hates you now

as for our boy, he thinks it's cute, he's come to known your routine after weeks of being there, you both never really had a proper conversation before, just a few greetings and shy smiles here and there, you both wished you did, but you guys are quite busy which is kinda sad.

until, until

“this is so hideous...” you grumbled under your breath

you were looking at this really awful display, and you wondered why tf it's there

respect to the ancestors ig but wtf is that thing

you were about to walk away when you heard a voice beside you, which made you jump a bit because the place in the museum our are currently in is empty because the place ain't interesting at all

“right there you are” cute accent, you know exactly who it is

and of course, out of nervousness and slight shock, you managed to say the stupidest response "what?"

"sorry i was just... you know... passing by"

you feel bad oml he looked kinda scared

you waved your arm frantically because yeah, you don't know what to do lol

"no... no... your opinion is valid, steven"

yes, you know who he is, donna usually shout at him like... 3 times a day

poor guy

"what?"

he looked genuinely shocked, well... he is kinda awkward really but he's too adorable to be overlooked to be honest

you've grown to love his hair, you'd think it's fluffy

"what?" here you go again... you didn't know how to answer and you wanted to slap your face, really

this was probably the end of your conversation and you guys won't talk again and that made you incredibly sad

how stupid can things be??!!?

"what makes you think that this... is..."

oh

gotta take the chance and be entertaining, perhaps

"don't know" you shrugged

"i just looked at it and i wanna throw it"

you looked around cautiously, giggling softly as you saw steven, in the corner of your eye, do the same

"but unfortunately, i can't do that"

that made him laugh

it's the cutest laugh you had ever head

it's sweet, it's almost as if he's been waiting to let it all out

no complaints though it's absolutely pleasant to the ears

"maybe another time, you know?"

he stopped laughing

DID YOU SAY SOMETHING WRONG PP LS

and he chuckled again

wtf

"sure, i'll call you when you know... we can obliterate this thing"

"obliterate?!" you whispered yelled.

his little smile dropped and uh oh "are we not supposed to do that?"

"NO! no"

"i like that... i like that a lot" lmao

y'all looked at each other awkwardly after that but hey... at least you guys are close now huh

right??

"so uhh... you can have my number for the... plan"

he basically turned the whole world upside down just to get his phone

HIS PHONECASE IS ADORABLE WITH THE EGYPTIAN PATTERNS AND EVERYTHING

you were grinning while typing your number

when you gave it back he waved his phone at you with another cute smile and ur heart is melting ik

"thanks..."

"y/n"

"right... thanks, y/n, love"

oh god

"no problem sweetheart" you replied

he was giddy and smiley i swear

and of course his annoying boss had to ruin everything

like let him rest

"right! see you later!" he desperately called out to you and you nodded with a wave at him

you promised that you're going to save him from that hellhole of a gift shop later

but first, you got back to your research

you almost forgot about it though lmao

it was a fun day though

steven definitely made it better

definitely did not regret expressing your intrusive thoughts about throwing an artifact older than your entire bloodline

<3

additional notes: i'll be writing more of these tomorrow because it's 4 am in here I NEED SLEEP; thank you for all the requests and i'll be working on them as soon a possible!

📌 DO NOT REPOST — blog navigation/masterlist. buy me a coffee. my carrd.

[coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy]

I forgot how many Ls Jimmy takes in a single day on empires. He's really getting evicted on all fronts huh

[outrunningthedark]

So I'm wondering your thoughts on when it could truly be considered a parallel vs when they are recycling a former story and role reversing. I feel like the entire LS episode was everything they have previously done in either OG or LS and assigning it to new characters. Some parts - totally made sense to me with the parallels but some parts felt ... lazy. I think sometimes fandom gets so caught up about the brilliancy of stories (everything is a parallel and everything means something), they don't sit back and go - didn't we do this already? Haven't we moved past this? Isn't that the point of a story - to have growth?

For me, it's fine to headcanon something as a parallel, but I don't assign that label to anything unless the 9-1-1 show runners come out and say it was meant to be one, which never happens (because we've got two different people talking now). I think (understandably) people want to use that term because the alternative "cheapens" the product - "The writers meant to do [this thing]! They have a plan (just like the one in my head)!" vs. "Wow, they really hit copy/paste and thought that was enough, huh." But in the interview Tim did with the two co-showrunners in '22, they mentioned how they aren't always up-to-date on what the other show is doing (particularly LS with OG since LS airs later), so someone on the staff will throw out an idea and it's another's responsibility to be like "Did it already." And obviously, going by the close proximity of some stuff, they just say "Fuck it" and proceed as planned, with a few changes to make it seem different (like what happened tonight - serial killer story lines in two half seasons).

Not to throw a bucket of cold water on anyone's enthusiasm (although that's technically what I'm doing, lol) the "parallel" of the two ships when trying to will their most important person to survive is...a very generic thing to say to someone when they're fighting to stay conscious. Buck told Chimney to stay with him (albeit not in the same tone because it was years ago) when he found Chimney suffering from the stab wound. I've watched my non-yet-canon otp do it on another show (idk if it means anything beyond being bffs). Athena said it to her daughter in the ambulance after the overdose, even. The LS writers tacked on a few "baby's" because that is appropriate/expected and it's "!!! THE PARALLELS !!!" TBH, I think a lot of the time a "parallel" is actually one show taking something they liked from the other show and fixing it to fit the characters. (First one that comes to mind is Madney baby + Albert in the ambulance vs. Ryder baby + TK struggling to wake up.) "Parallels" aren't for the GA, remember, because 1) the GA isn't looking that closely and 2) the audiences for both shows appear to have different tastes since the viewership isn't anywhere near identical. If anything, parallels, particularly ones involving the two most talked about ships, are for the fandoms to dissect. Tarlos fans get to say their scenes hold more weight because they're "real" while Buddie fandom clings to the hope that all roads lead to canon. Everybody (kinda sorta) gets what they want out of it.

[sorcererinthestars]

Stormy Nights [FAHC]

Been a long while since I've posted any writing on here, huh? Thanks so much to the @rtwritingcommunity's secret "sunshine" fic exchange because it keeps me writing when the world is turning upsidedown. Thank you to @shadeofazmeinya for the huge help and basically co-authorship of this fic!

Please enjoy @fornhaus! <3

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41001033 Word Count: 2711

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It starts as a sprinkle. 

After a heist, especially when it was raining like this, it was common for the Fakes to hole up for a while, disperse their (now growing) crew to tiny apartments and safehouses across the city to avoid detection. The last heist was more… chaotic … than most, which led the lads to duck and run into a seedier part of the city than they would have liked. The apartment was crumbling around them and Gavin gags at the moldy smell as he slams the wooden door shut behind him and slumps onto the couch, already texting someone or something.

Michael peers out the window at the growing storm and the police helicopters and cars racing around the city, lighting it up in flashes of red and blue on dancing raindrops. Thankfully no one was hurt badly — there was no way they were going to be heading back into the city that night.

“Geoff says stay put,” Gavin announces from his position on the ratty couch. “Storms’ too bad to try to regroup tonight. Last thing we needed was one of the three LS storms to hit tonight, huh?”

“All that praying for rain worked out at the worst fucking time,” Michael mutters, moving towards the kitchen to start rummaging through the cabinets. Neither realize that Jeremy had also retreated to the window, silently — uncommon for him — peering out into the rain. The others chatter turns into a quiet monotone behind him as instead the drumming of the rain on the glass panes and the small balcony fill his ears and turn his stomach. 

Slipping on wet concrete, going down hard, an ankle snapping like white hot fire…

The others running on ahead, no one turning.

A rough arm yanking him up, a man’s gross breath on his face, spittle hitting as he was screamed at… 

Police sirens…

“What do you want for dinner?” Michael’s voice yanks him back to reality and J turns, blinking owlishly, as Michael brandishes a wooden spoon and repeats the question for what seems like the second or third time. “J! Ramen or spaghetti? We ain’t got many options.”

“Ramen’s fine,” he says quietly, turning back towards the window, unable to look away although he probably should. Gavin gives Michael a bit of a sideways look, but neither really press that response. In a clatter of pots and pans, Michael digs out a good one and starts boiling water for ramen, focusing solely on getting food down his hatch as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t take long for the patter of rain to become a sheet, slamming hard against the roof and walls. Jeremy takes an involuntary step away from the window.

"We’re lucky," Gavin hums lazily from the couch, glancing up from his phone as the drumming of the rain becomes unavoidable. "We could've been caught in that shit. Hell of a getaway that would've been."

“Would’ve gotten those fancy clothes wet. Then what would you do?” Michael teases as he stirs the pot, glancing over his shoulder with a bright grin. Jeremy glances at them both, somehow uncomprehending how they could be so jovial. Laugh so much. 

Gavin scowls. "Are you kidding me?" he says. "I wouldn't have got out of the car in that and you know it. Don't need to be on the field to hack and I’m more than comfy camping in the car to save these threads." He sprawls further across the couch, glancing over to Jeremy, who was still uncharacteristically quiet. It was enough that it was starting to alert Gavin, who often was the least aware of these things. "What the hell are you doing, J?" he asks. "More than enough room on the couch, don’t gotta stand there like a lump.”

Jeremy turns to look at him, trying to school his expression into something normal, when a lot of things happen at once. A crack of thunder bursts through the tiny one bedroom, feeling like it shakes the apartment from top to bottom, volume tremendous. The rain, already heavy, seems to increase. Gavin yelps from the thunder and again as a large drop falls from a brown patch on the ceiling to hit him on the head, whining wordlessly.  

Before anyone can really get their bearings or react to what had just happened, the power flickers once… twice… 

“This place is bloody shit,” Gavin pouts, sitting up from the couch, wiping the dirty water out of his hair grumpily, and looking over at the others as the lights flicker. “Power’s not going to last.”

Michael glances between the two of them and frowns as he sees Jeremy just sort of … standing there. Face white, as if he had seen a ghost, just staring up at the light. “Lil J?”

Before he can say anything else, the lights plunge into darkness as another huge crash of thunder breaks across the sky, causing all three of them to jump this time. The rain continues, slamming against the ceiling as if it wants to get in. Michael abandons questioning Jeremy as the whole kitchen shuts off, swearing and immediately trying to save the half-cooked ramen that immediately just sort of starts to congeal. "Fuck!"

But Gavin had caught the look in Jeremy's eyes before everything goes dark as well. He pulls out his phone again quickly, fiddling until the flashlight illuminates them both. Jeremy isn't looking at the ceiling anymore, instead staring blankly at the rain hitting the window…

It's dark. 

He huddles behind a dumpster, shivering, hoping that the rain would pass before it fully washes away his pathetic shelter. He was kicked out of the fuckin' T stop by a worker who threatened to call the cops. Like it would mean anything to anyone if he just hung out in the dry for a while, but no, they chased him back out into the oncoming storm. Fuckin' Masshole. Although, he was one too, but at least he had the decency to let people stay dry before he tried to rob them.

He could go back to the gym, but his boss was there, and he didn't want to deal with any of them. So he'd just wait out the storm in the dark, trying not to get too soaked, and hope that it passed fast enough...

"Jeremy!" Gavin was shaking him, enough to rattle him out of the memory that crashed over him like a wave. Was he sweating? He felt damp, but maybe it was just the memory. 

"Huh?"

“Bloody hell,” Gavin retorts, shaking his head in relief. “I was gonna slap you next if you didn’t answer. You just went comatose on me there, man. You look sick, what the hell’s the matter? You need me to call Jack?”

Jeremy allows Gavin to manhandle him towards the couch, feeling like he was walking through a dream. He keeps trying to look back out the window until Gavin, frustrated, throws the curtain and blocks the view of the rain and lightning outside.

Michael abandons his attempt to get the stove to restart, swearing, and they all jump again as the whole place illuminates with a flash of lightning. "Fucking thing's dead until the power comes back," he grunts. "Guess we're having crackers for dinner. What the fuck's up with J?" He turns to look at the two of them with his concerned snarl, where you weren’t quite sure if you were in trouble or if he was going to angrily ‘mom’ you.

“Spooked of something,” Gavin frowns, sitting beside Jeremy on the couch and gently taking one of his hands, in an uncharacteristic show of comfort outside the bedroom. “Talk to us, J. Are you hurt?”

Jeremy seems to shrink into himself as the lightning continues to crash around them, obvious even through the closed curtains, flashes of light flickering across his face before plunging them back into darkness. They can barely see if it wasn't for the light of Gav's phone. 

"I'm fine," he finally says roughly, shaking his head and seeming like he was snapping out of his trance. "I’m just gonna go to bed." He tries to stand up, to shy away from them. Maybe sleep would make him not see the memories flash before his eyes. The trauma that curled like a snake in his gut.

The lulls in the storm always were what got him. That moment when you thought that the rain was over and everything settles, silent, sparkling. When he could come out from wherever he was hiding, start moving down the street, looking for better shelter. 

And then the rain comes again, harder, the sky screaming and crashing, whipping across the ground out of nowhere. He's soaked and freezing, trying to run to shelter, but people don't want him around.

Gavin and Michael exchange worried glances but both move to follow him, not wanting to leave him alone like this. It takes a bit of fumbling in the dark to find the bed, using the lightning flashes to direct them. Jeremy still jumps with every one, and even more with the roaring thunder.

Ignoring the others and really trying to swallow back the embarrassment in his throat at all of this, Jeremy just toes off his work boots and climbs into the bed, hoping in the warmth of the covers and blankets he could avoid the thoughts leaping out from where he thought he had banished them. It’s hard, though. They keep piling over each other to take up space in his brain. He wishes they would just go away, thought that by moving to a desert city he wouldn’t have to deal with storms of Boston caliber ever again. It’s certainly been a long time, but every place needs rain once in a while, and the roof can hardly hold up against this monstrosity. The wind howls around the corners, whips through the cracks, screaming and howling as it tries to shake the whole apartment loose from its foundation.

Despite trying to be, though, Jeremy isn’t alone. Almost as one, Gavin and Michael are quick to curl into the bed with him. Neither were the most tactful “cuddlers” — their current relationship was mostly confined to wild sexcapades — but damned if they weren’t going to try when they see one of their own so distressed. Michael yanks Jeremy into his arms as Gavin wraps his spindly arms around from behind, cocooning Jeremy in a bundle of limbs. “Fuck, Jeremy,” Michael frowns. “You’re shaking.”

It’s awkward and a bit poky, but Jeremy can’t help but relax, the feral part of his brain knowing these boys are his boys and trusting them to somewhere deeply instinctual to keep him safe. A primal part of him saying that it’s ok to draw comfort from them. “...’m fine,” he grunts. A lie, but it feels good to pretend.

“I don’t want you to lie to us,” Michael frowns, laying his chin on his head and dropping a rough kiss there. “You don’t have to. Let us help.”

The thunder cracks again and instead of responding, Jeremy just makes a low noise from somewhere deep inside and shrinks deeper into their embrace. He doesn’t answer, because what would he say? He can't describe a life of trauma in a few minutes. He knows the boys with him won't judge him, that they'll understand and both had shit of their own, but he doesn't even know where to begin.

Gavin just holds him tight, shushing him softly and rubbing his back. “Just breathe, luv,” he murmurs. “We’re here. You’re ok.” It’s easier for him to be comforting without gaining anything from it, a warmth blooming inside him to know he’s helping Jeremy. 

"Don't like thunder," Jeremy grits through clenched teeth, somewhere inside the pile. Michael snorts a bit at the obvious.

“That’s alright,” Gavin hums, somewhat more respectful. “We gathered that. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get through the storm together, alright?”

“Aren’t you gonna make fun of me?” Jeremy retorts darkly. Normally it’d be something they’d do, none of the Fakes are above a lot of casual teasing. “I’m — fuckin’ — a bank robber and I can’t handle a little thunder.”

“Gav’s a fucking bank robber too and he gags at wet bread,” Michael teases. “Geoff’s fucking scared of heights every time Jack flies, to the point where he has to sit in the middle of the cargobob or he’ll piss himself. We all have our shit. Doesn’t mean you’re not still part of the team.”

Jeremy’s quiet for a moment before he turns to glance over at Michael, flushing a bit. Despite their … carnal relations… Michael is rarely so affectionate. But it’s nice. “I guess,” he says roughly after a second. “Seems fuckin’ dumb, though.”

“Brains can be stupid,” Gavin chuckles. “But fear is fear. Just means we’re here to help you through it.”

“You gonna let us help you through wet bread?” Michael chuckles as Gavin squawks. The rain continues to rap sharply on the roof and the window and Jeremy is almost thrown once again into another memory of a similar room, a similar rainstorm, being shoved out and alone, his whole world disappearing, but…

Gavin’s arms tighten just gently, the warmth surrounding, and they ground him, connect him to the world around him. Michael can feel him starting to spiral again and wraps his arms again over both of them, only adding more warmth and pressure for Jeremy, like a human weighted blanket. Gavin continues to rub his back and the panic eases, making breathing a bit easier.

He leans against them both as they hold him. “Thanks,” he squeaks. “Appreciate it.”

“We can stay here until the storm passes,” Michael hums. “The good news is they don’t last too long here.”

“I’m not going out in that,” Gavin says immediately. Instead, he burrows farther into the pile, as if it can protect him. “Listen to the wind, and I’ve got my clothes to worry about.”

“No one’s moving from this bed,” Jeremy agrees quietly. “We can put some music or videos on our phones?” Michael suggests. “Help block out some of the sound.” But he makes no move to untwine himself from the comforting pile. There’s something so warm and safe here that even he can feel.

Jeremy sinks against them, glancing out what parts of the window he can see to watch the pounding rain. But this time, he forces himself to realize, he’s inside with the warmth of his two favorite people flanking on either side of him. 

He wasn’t alone, in the dark and the wet. 

He was safe. Loved.

Both hold him tight, stealing a kiss or two, just trying to provide as much comfort as they can. It’s not hard to see that they all enjoy this. Maybe this was something they could do often. Not only using each other’s bodies for pleasure, but cuddles too. More soft things. They can be soft, which is a luxury not many in Los Santos can afford.

Jeremy just closes his eyes and releases a sigh, letting them hold him tight against the pounding of the rain. Grounding and protecting him. It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks. “I was kicked out of my old gang during a thunderstorm,” he finally says, more to the ceiling than to the others.

Michael instinctively holds him a little tighter. “Fuck them. Leaving you in the fucking rain. You’re better than them.”

He snorts. “Maybe. Found you guys cuz of it though, so it must not have been all bad.”

“You found where you’re supposed to be,” Gavin agrees fimly. “Though, I wish it had been a kinder road to get here.”

“None of us had kind roads to get here, Gav,” Michael retorts.

Gavin sighs. “I know. But at least we’re here now.”

That statement seems to echo through the old apartment. In different safehouses across Los Santos, the Fakes were shaking off a stressful heist, celebrating in whatever way they wanted, and finding their own beds. And here, three men — a bit rough around the edges but still looking and finding that comfort we all crave — cuddle together. Warm and safe, away from the horrors of the world.

Here now, together.

[throwaway-yandere]

For match ups I'll just say I think Tighnari, Diluc, Xiao and Dain would love you! (I love how Dain's your ideal match sksksks)

Sorry late reply I just wrote down some notes real quick. I'm trying to process this I feel red–

I definitely was not expecting Tighnari and Xiao but huh now that I think about it yeah maybe we could get along. (To those who reads OC!MC!: Okay, turns out it really was my fault that Alhaitham's taking Ls. I didn't know Tighnari and I were partners-in-crime, my bad–)

I'm unsure if you added Dainsleif just to indulge me but I'll gladly take it 😭. I love this man so much. I still can't accept the recent epiphany I have that maybe I am, in fact, obsessed with him the same way I obsess with my fave fictional character of all time. Idk how to explain it, but have you ever experienced going "No, no one can [character]. He's been with me for 3 years. They're the only one for me." and you're in denial that your loyalty is wavering? So uh, yeah–

Dainsleif still hasn't come home for 500 years idk what milk he bought out there but he better come home soon. Hoping that the 3.5 leaks are real (copium)

((Also Master Diluc Ragnvindr... Is this why your C2 came home instead of Nahida *pulls out a fork*– C'mon my friend! Let's have a chat! I'd bring in some grape juice if you want– sit down, comrade.)))

[iman2]

The thief ||

Gotcha. The name you stole is “belly”. You have hexed this blog. Again. Let’s dance tho. I’m the crazy murderer princess and I’ll kill you too.

Go against the queen and pay. 💕

I’m the queen, shut the fuck up. The queen is a murderer, your problem is that you think I need to be a fan favorite. I’ll be the villain. How that does be?

I wouldn’t know. God is good.

Is he? You know I hate him, right? Hate hate hate that motherfucker.

? This is frying my brain.

Oh yeah, iman2? Some of us would call that delusion. Why do you think you’re chr1sbr0wn’s girlfriend? That’s weird. It’s so weird, it’s almost like…Pf2 is copying 1111. It’s obvious actually. Might be more obvious than c-error. The industry this, the industry that. Stop sabotaging Christopher. Love in the way, call me everyday. I can see that too.

But I am.

You are what?

His…gold.

Yeah, his album is the gold one, huh? You can do magic on me, but not HIM. I feel like if he did a return to sender on your ass it’ll work. He should shoot you. If he did some on the soy sauce hoes, it’ll work too.

I’m perfect. I’m the love of his life.

I feel he should shoot you, amm1ka. How is onigga getting to make me a stud? Why am still in Trinidad? Who blocked me?

You blocked yourself.

How?

Everything is in your head. Just like now. I’m the wife.

You look like diamond brown. The two of you can die. He doesn’t have to take no Ls.

I am the real diamond. Diamond is erased, just like you.

Hmmm…okay. So he should kill you fr fr. If he does offensive magic, it should work. You deserves it, whatever happens. You’re the bones, anyway. I tried to be nice to you.

But she said you would die.

She can’t kill me. If bajhan can’t, she can’t. Christopher’s the hold up, really. He needs to send that spell BACK. not just remove it. My life is at a standstill all because he fucked you, gr8.