#never going to be a straight prompt with me i always gotta make up a context JBKGKBJG

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

please draw werewolf doc when u have the chance

stick to physics, doc

transcript, bc my handwriting is shoddy but i'm too lazy to fix it:

DOC: duhuhhhh- Marty! MARTY: Yeah Doc what's up? DOC: You know that thing I was working on with Einstein? MARTY: Yeah, what about it? DOC: Well, uhhhh. How do I put this- MARTY: Oh my god, Einstein! MARTY: He's not- DOC: No, no, Einstein's perfectly alright, don't worry. It's just- DOC: There's been a... recent development. As you can see. MARTY: MARTY: (the floor calls to him.) DOC: Marty-

bonus doodles:

[tiramissyoucake]

I would LOVE to see a fic based on your different roles thingy with the variants, especially the pastry chef and idol one! <3

THANK YOU THANK YOU IVE BEEN WAITING RAAAAAAH HERE ARE 2 SNIPPETS not as good as I hoped but I hope ya'll like it

Based on this

Full-Mask Invincible:

"Is that all, then?" You were sweeter than the desserts in the display case, Mark nodded his head absentmindedly, a light pink dusting his cheeks with a dopey smile, he should say something.

"Yeah.. hey— uh, I... really love the cupcakes you make, I was never a big 'dessert' guy, but yours?" He made a chef's kiss gesture prompting a small laugh from you, embarrassing but effective. "Can't go a day without 'em."

Your smile was adorable as your hard work was praised. "Thank you! I usually have to make them really early and then put them here myself," you explained while gesturing to the kitchen doors in the back then the case infront of you. "Helps that I open before lunch rush."

He nodded in acknowledgment as he tugged out the sum for his dessert's cost from his wallet. "Smart! I'd gladly trample over a few businessmen to get the last few cookies." His joke invoked another laugh, damn. He was on fire today.

As you carefully wrapped up the box and placed it in a paper bag, you caught a glimpse of the cake pops you kept near the register. "Here, two cake pops, on the house!"

His eyebrows went up at that, his mom loved those. "Wait, are you sure? C'mon, you gotta let me pay—"

"I insist! Consider it thanks for supporting local businesses!" God, your smile, your tone. He was ready to melt into a puddle then and there.

. . .

Seeing you again, in a world that wasn't his shook him to his core, he remembers the catastrophe your bakery went through; an explosion. Someone tried to take something away from him and they killed you. baked goods that never got displayed or even tasted, you were crushed under the rubble.

His body moved before his mind could send any commands, shooting straight for you through the clouds, buildings and whatever running civilians remained, his arms clamping down around you.

"It's you— you're alive- I can't believe you're-" his rambling went on as he let out a sigh of relief, your fear and shaking hands unknown to him. "Mark?! What're you doing here?!"

"What do you mean? I'm here for you!" He pulled back, his face fully obscured save for the goggles, you could barely see tears behind the translucent material. "God— you're just as beautiful as you were in my world, come here, it's not safe—"

You snatched your hand back harshly, looking at him with an angered expression. "You're one of them!" You announced, wary. "The psychos running around in Invincible costumes!"

His heart dropped, you never looked at him like that— you were always sweet, soft. As soft as the desserts you made were chewy and sugary.

"(Name), please, don't be scared." He coaxed, his hands opening to you. "Come with me, I'll explain everything if you just co-"

"No! I'm not going anywhere with any of you!" Your rejection stung, sure, he wasn't 'YOUR' Mark, but he was Mark. Was that not enough?

A frustration filled his veins quickly as he grabbed your wrist harshly, tugging you close and ignoring your noises of protest as you came in contact with his chest. "You're scared, I get it." His arm came back around your waist, holding you close. "But I'm not leaving you, not like last time."

"I'll never let you out of my sight ever again."

♡

No-goggles Invincible:

Mark never saw a person as blinding as you are, God, every album you release, you manage to become sparklier. And he would know because he's been following you for a while.

He abused his power to see you worldwide, meet 'n greet in France? Boom, first in line. Exclusive merch release with your album in Japan? He bought the first copy. Concert in Australia? No ticket needed when you're a super-powered alien.

He couldn't believe he was shaking your hand, his newly bought album on the table. "You're even prettier in person!" He grinned, your kind smile making his heart race. "I've been watching you for a while, y'know? Since your Heartthrob Cutie Era!"

"Whaaat?! Really?! That's so long ago! Thank you for your support!" He could die here and he'd be happy, you looked adorable in your newest era outfit, the theme was filled with candy, bright colors, swirls and bows, he could eat you up.

"Thanks for coming by the way! Who do I make this out to?" You held the sharpie in your hand, ready to sign as he restrained himself from telling you to just write that you love him.

"I wouldn't miss this for the end of the world." Mark sighed, glancing down at the album. "Mark, with a K, Grayson."

"To.. my... long-time fan, Mark Grayson!" You signed with practised finesse, his name written with a heart and a parasocial slogan of 'Thanks for the love!♡'

He wasn't getting a wink of sleep after getting home.

. . .

During the time where Invincible work drowned him, he fell behind in supporting you. Missed out on a few albums releases and exclusive releases, the obsession became more casual.

Though the memory of your beaming smile and warm greeting rushed back to him as he spotted you, not as shiny but still you, trying to sneak through the rubble, evacuating too late. He slowly hovered down to the ground behind you, eyes wide as a smile slowly stretched across his features.

"Holy. Shit." Crude, but what else would he say? It's his idol! You turned sharply with a gasp. "It's you! They got a version of you here too?!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, frozen like a deer in headlights as this 'Mark' studied you, no goggles to hide his wandering eyes from taking in your entire form, he noted confusion.

"... hello? You forget your own career?" He did a gesture that was too cute for someone who was tearing apart the town and its civilians to be doing "'I'll steal all your hearts and more!', c'mon! That's you! Your whole... y'know, bit!"

You shook your head, cringing as he facepalmed. "Whatever, you're probably delirious. Amnesia or panic or whatever." He gestured for you to follow him, taking two steps away before hearing receding hurried ones, his head zipping around to see you trying to run.

"Hey! HEY! WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" His foot pushed off the ground, flying in an instant to you and tackling you to the ground.

"Yeah! No dumbass bodyguards to keep you away from me, now!" He laughed breathlessly, excited to finally have you to himself, no security or anything to restrain him from talking to you too long.

"Let go!! Get off me!!" Your shouts were ignored as you clawed and shoved at him, palm connecting with his cheek and pushing him away he resisted and leaned closer to you.

"Ooh, fiesty thing! You're so cute!" He laughed as he bit into your palm, eliciting a scream from you as you harshly pulled your hand back. "I ruined this town enough, the others won't mind if I fuck around with you for a little."

"C'mere, why don't you give me one of your cute little poses?"

[bunni-v1]

yes u did write basically this exact thought but thigh riding (absolutely scrumptious btw) but I cannot stop thinking abt riding ifa n him straight up not helping. just him laying back, enjoying the view and teasing you when you start to struggle

You're So Unfair

U made me do the thing where it was supposed to be short and sweet but ended up being a full thing i hate-love you goldie. I also like totally ignored your prompt by the end, but I know your horny ass is gonna eat this up anyway so i don't wanna hear any complaints.

TW: NSFW; Overstimulation; Mean Ifa; Title corny suck my dick; unedited

Info: Ifa x Fem!Reader (fem bodied, use of “ma’am”); NSFW

MDNI (I'm serious)

It’s literally his favorite thing to do. You always know it’s coming too, wether you’re out with friends or quietly working on something in his clinic, the second his hat hits your head you know what he’s got in store for you. While he does do it just for fun and to see you squirm, there’s a pattern of him getting annoyed by something or someone right before he does it.

It’s a subtle proclamation to you and whoever you’re around that Ifa’s going to ruin you tonight, though you really hope Ororon (and certainly not Citlali) never connects the dots. Ownership, not that Ifa’s all that obsessive about it, but sometimes he’s gotta remind people that you’re taken. Sometimes he has to remind you you’re taken, what with how popular you can be, it’s just precautionary. So, he sets the hat on your head with a smug smirk - sometimes he’ll even drop a hint or two of what’s to come, depending on how annoyed he is with the other person.

In the end, it doesn’t matter, you still end up the same as always. Settled nicely on Ifa’s lap, dick fully sheathed inside rubbing all the right places, and he’s just watching. Hands behind his head, still fully clothed, smiling without a care in the world as you try every tactic in the book to get off. Rolling your hips into him, bouncing, circling your clit with your fingers, playing with your tits, different angles, combinations of all of it… nothing worked as well as he did, and he knew it too. It's why he was so damn pleased with himself, eyes crinkling in delight as you tried to get off by yourself.

“Hard time-“ He begins, cutoff by a sharp glare from you. He pulls his hands out from behind his head to show you he means no harm, the cheeky bastard. “‘f you don’t want my help that’s fine, but-“

You groan, “Ifa if you don’t shut your mouth I swear to the archons you’re a dead man.”

You don’t miss the subtle raise of his brow, not that you can be assed to care much more about his teasing right now. Too hot and flustered, just wanting to get off and go to sleep. You readjusted yourself for the fifth time, back into the original position straddling his waist. Your legs were too weak to support much more than that now, thighs practically shaking from all the effort you'd exerted by yourself. Readjusting gives you a second to calm down, close your eyes, and breathe - maybe if you just started over it would be easier. You knew it wouldn't be, not without Ifa's help, but you didn't get to decide when he was done being an ass.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Ifa's warm hands settle on your thighs, somehow hotter than your own flushed skin. He gives you a little squeeze when you peer down at him, face scrunched up in a warning sneer. He squeezes lightly, showing no harm, and you're too tired to do anything more about it - not that you could deter him in the first place. One last deep breath, your final moment of sanity, and you lean forward to place your hands on his chest.

This position makes his dick press up into you at an angle, rubbing just right against your gummy walls. You use him as leverage, pushing off his chest to aid in your steady bouncing. Back and forth, slow and steady, making sure the drags of your walls were just as painful for him as they were for you. You couldn't tell if it was successful, his face was as relaxed as it always was, an easygoing smile ever-present as he watched your expression. The only reaction you got was the slight flexing of his fingers against your thighs, squeezing and rubbing over the soft flesh in quiet encouragement.

You had no idea how he could remain so calm when you were doing everything in your power to drive him crazy. You were going crazy, he felt so damn good inside you, but it didn't seem to affect him. Not the way you were drooling along his shaft, not the way you were clenching around him, and not even your whimpering was enough to get more than a smirk out of him. It was impossible to get off like this, and you couldn't even get him back for it. No matter how hard you threw yourself down, there wasn't enough. You needed his help, you needed him to just flip you around and fuck you into the mattress.

You bunch the fabric of his dress shirt into tight fists, focusing more on the power of thrusts than the feeling. The wet slap, slap, slap of hot skin on skin sounded in the room. Your body was heating up again, skin red hot with fury to finish, breaths shallow, and head fuzzy in your need. Did he really break you by doing nothing? Archons, he was the worst, genuinely the worst. The buttons on his shirt pop open from your angry fisting, and his eyebrows raise curiously at your renewed vigor, but your mind is far far away from here. 'Just a little further, a little harder, a little more and you can finish' you repeated in your head. Sweet little lies to encourage yourself to keep going.

You don't even feel the hat slowly slipping off your head, nor do you realize Ifa's hands are readjusting themselves. Too lost in your desperation to notice until you feel him readjusting the hat with a firm push on your head. It throws you off your rhythm so badly that you sit straight up again, unfocused eyes looking at him in nothing short of confusion. He takes his time readjusting it, though, ignoring you in favor of making sure his stupid ugly hat is settled nicely on your head. The realization dawns on you slowly, that he was more worried about you wearing his hat than he ever was about what you were doing. Your eye twitches when he settles his hands on your waist, squeezing as if to tell you to continue what he had interrupted.

You don't, though. Your chest is heaving, your mind is barely there, your skin is burning hot, and you have this awful tight knot in your stomach that won't come undone no matter what you do. You'd worked your ass off to fuck yourself against a brick wall, and he was more worried about his stupid hat. You wanted to scream, punch his chest, tell him how much you hated him... but instead, you curled over and cried. You were so overstimulated and tired, it was all you could manage to get out. You needed him so badly and you tried so hard and the only thing that bothered him was his dumb hat.

For all it's worth, that got him to react, sitting both of you up and rubbing your back sweetly. You find it in yourself to punch at his chest lightly, which doesn't seem to bother him much. Not when he takes your face in his hands with an unsure smile - seems you'd really caught him off guard with the tears. Good. He deserved it.

"Why're you cryin'?" He asks with hardly restrained amusement.

You give him another firm punch to the chest, "You're a jerk, you care more about your stupid hat than me."

He laughs at you, "That's what did you in, bro. The hat fallin'?"

"You didn't even care until it started slipping," You accuse hotly.

He scoffs, "I wouldn't say that-"

"I was tryin' so hard 'nd I'm so hot and it hurts so bad," you ramble out your woe, Ifa nodding along like he understood it all. You don't know how long you go for, but Ifa hums along diligently like listening to a petulant child. Soothing you so well that you almost forget he was the reason you were suffering so badly.

When you're more level-headed, he tugs on the brim of the hat to get your eyes on him, "You want my help, or are you done for tonight, darlin'?"

"Please?" You whimper, too softened by him to put up a fight anymore.

He smiles sweetly at you, hands sliding down your back to your hips, "Alright, sweetness, whatever you want."

"Take your shirt of first." You say sharply, already tugging at the offending fabric.

He laughs, helping you work it off without any protest, "Yes ma'am."

Once he is uncovered, he leans back into the pillows, chuckling when you look terrified. He doesn't need to verbally reassure you when he carefully takes your hands and pulls them to his shoulders. You brace yourself there obediently, pouting when he takes a second to readjust his hat on your head, then slides his hands down to your hips again. He gives you one last chance to say no, waiting for your nod before he finally gives you the attention you've been wanting all night.

It's much more than you expected after all the sweet cooing and coddling just a few moments prior. The vigor you'd been fucking yourself with earlier had returned, only now Ifa was in charge. His hands brought your hips down on him at a bruising pace, not giving you a second to collect yourself in the flurry of thrusting. It was good though, much better than the nothing from earlier. The head of his cock was bullying your cunt over and over, dragging against each pleasure point and filling you up perfectly.

You could feel the slick leftover from earlier sticking between the two of you, cool against your rapidly warming skin. It made a slick slopping sound with each harsh thrust up into your aching pussy, a reminder of how badly you'd needed him. The harder he goes the louder it gets and the more your mind fogs up. Your body was weak, limbs shaking as they struggled to keep you held up and in position. The only thing keeping you sane was watching Ifa's expression, understanding now why he liked doing it to you.

His eyes were fixated on your body, sliding up and down, unable to decide where they wanted to look most. From the sticky mess where you're connected, to your tits bouncing in time to his rhythm, down to the way your hips sink from his tight grip. Lip permanently caught between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he looked like an art piece from a fancy Fonatainian art gallery. When he catches you staring, the smirk that lights up his face only seems to make it worse.

Your eyes encourage him to go faster, harder, make you fall apart for him. The heat between the two of you makes you feel dizzy, each movement adding to your building pleasure. This time, though, it wasn't plateauing. It kept going and going, climbing and tightening in your stomach, so close. Your arms give out on you, making you fall forward into Ifa's shoulder. Normally he might pull you up by your hair and make you keep going like that, but it seemed he was spent tonight too. Instead grabbing your ass and slamming himself up into you at the new angle. It offered both of you a tighter squeeze, getting Ifa to make noise for once, groaning with each rapid thrust.

The knot in your stomach snaps all at once, pent-up pleasure slamming into your body all at once. White hot pleasure curls up your spine, making you sob into Ifa's shoulder crying out for the archons loud enough for the whole of Natlan to hear.

You hear Ifa mumble, "Hope Mavuika can't hear our prayers."

He continues to fuck himself up into you, prolonging your orgasm enough that you start shaking. Your body was way too used for him to go at it so hard while you were cumming, but that didn't stop him. When you start begging him to stop, he just presses your face into his shoulder and shushes you with kisses too gently for what he is doing to you right now. You dig your hands into his hair, tugging at it almost as a punishment.

Yet, he doesn't stop, just kisses the side of your head, "Just a little more, I'm close, we can stop right after 'kay."

You shake your head wildly as another knot builds up in your core again, and you know you're going to tumble into another orgasm if he doesn't stop soon. He nods, ignoring your protests as he slips his hands under your thighs to pull you along his member. You're drooling into his shoulder now, voice raspy from how loud you'd been crying. The little knot in your stomach was snapping again as his tip rubbed against your gummy little walls, forcing another orgasm out of you. You clench down around him, pussy determined to end the torture as soon as it could, choking his dick until finally, he buried his face into your shoulder. Muffling his moans through wet kisses along your skin, hands coming up to run through your hair.

You are left basking in the afterglow, chests heaving against each other and hands tangling in each other's hair. Neither of you wants to break the quiet atmosphere built up, enjoying the ache between your legs and the warmth of each other. Ifa, always the stickler for aftercare, is the one who finally pushes you up to a sitting position. He smiles at you when your vision focuses in on him, reaching up to readjust his hat for the final time that night.

"Feeling alright, bro?" He asks quietly.

You nod, a little unsteady, but fine, "You're a monster."

He smiles tiredly at you, pressing a kiss to your temple before gathering you up in his arms and pulling both of you up from the bed. "Would a monster draw you a bath and make you a snack?"

You laugh, "My monster would."

[srue-on-fire]

Same As We Are

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader Words: 1200 Rating: General Audiences Prompt: #28. A proposal, but it doesn’t go as planned. Title: Tom Odell's Grow Old With Me prompt list 🩶 read on ao3 | part two

🦌.💕

Buck had a plan.

A good plan.

A foolproof, no-way-this-goes-wrong plan.

Which meant, of course, that everything immediately went wrong.

It started with the cookies. He wanted to make snicker-doodles for you because they’re your favourite and you almost never share them with anyone. Especially when Buck baked them. 

Three tries and three flopped batches and Buck almost gave up before packing all the baking goods and booked it to Eddie’s place to use his oven. They came out pretty good but he had to sacrifice half of the batch to the Diaz boys. 

And then the cabin. He wanted to book a nice, cozy cabin with a lake view. He wanted to sunbath with you and have a little tussle in the water. But the one he liked wouldn’t open up with a free spot for a few more weeks. Any other cabin that looked nice enough was either too costly or too big. 

So, he settled for the one that’s nestled in the woods. He made sure it had easy road access in case of emergency. That’s just the firefighter in him. 

Next was the blanket. The past two years, every time Buck came home with his uniform ruined at work, you cut those clothes into patches and made a nice blanket out of it. It is well-loved on days Buck’s sick and you’re at work. 

He had put it in the washer the night before and forgot to check the settings after the previous wash of quilts. By the time he went to grab it this morning, it was still soaking in detergent water, nowhere ready to be taken out. 

And now, the weather. The forecast had promised clear skies, a crisp breeze, and just enough sun to cast a golden glow over the hiking trail Buck had picked out weeks ago. 

The spot at the top had the perfect overlook —rolling hills stretching for miles, the city skyline in the distance. It was supposed to be cinematic. Romantic. Something straight out of a movie.

Instead, as Buck lifted his head to drink some water from his bottle, the first raindrop landed right on the bridge of his nose.

His heart sank.

No. Nope. This wasn’t happening.

He tilted his head up, glaring at the sky like he could intimidate the clouds into backing off. Instead, a deep rumble of thunder echoed in response.

“Oh, come on,” he muttered under his breath, waving a finger at the sky.

“Uh, Buck?”

You were a few feet ahead, standing near a bend in the trail, hands tucked into your jacket. Your brows were raised, amused but suspicious. “What are you doing?”

Buck scrambled to stand properly. “Stretching,” he blurted.

You blinked. “Stretching?”

“Yeah! You know, gotta keep the limbs loose,” he bent down, reaching for his toes in what had to be the most unconvincing stretch of all time.

Your lips twitched like you were trying not to laugh. “Uh-huh.”

Before Buck could do more damage to his dignity, another fat raindrop hit your cheek. Then another. You frowned, glancing up at the sky just as the light drizzle started.

“Okay, I think we should turn back before we get soaked,” you said, adjusting your bag on your back as the rain started coming down harder.

Buck frowned, glancing between you and the trail ahead. “Yeah… you’re right. I don’t want you catching a cold out here,” he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “Come on, let’s head back before it gets worse.”

You blinked in surprise, because he had been raving about this hike for weeks. “Wait, really? I thought you’d try to convince me to keep going.”

“Baby, I love you, but I’m not about to let you freeze in the middle of the woods just for a hike,” he laughed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Besides, I can always bring you back here another time… maybe when it’s not a downpour.”

You smiled at that, squeezing his hand. “Alright, let’s go.”

Buck looked back at the trail one last time before sighing and turning around to make their way back to the cabin. He really wanted to get to the top, but keeping you warm and safe mattered more. The ring in his pocket could wait.

Five minutes later, it wasn’t just raining. It was pouring.

The once-sturdy dirt path had turned into a slick, muddy mess, and every step was a gamble.

You sighed. “I hate to say ‘I told you so,’ but—”

A sudden boom of thunder drowned out the rest of your sentence. The next thing either of you knew, your foot slipped on the muddy trail, sending you straight into Buck’s chest.

“Oh shi—”

Buck staggered, arms flailing as he tried to steady you, but his boot slid on the wet ground, and in a spectacular display of bad luck, you both tumbled down into the mud.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Then you let out a wheezing, breathless laugh. “You absolute disaster.”

“Hey! You’re the one who stumbled into me!” Buck groaned, rubbing a hand down his face —only to smear more mud across his cheek. “This is not how this was supposed to go.”

Still laughing, you rolled onto your side to look at him, squinting in the rain. “Oh yeah? How was it supposed to go?”

Buck hesitated.

This was it.

The plan was already in shambles. The rain had ruined the perfect spot, he was covered in mud, and any sense of romance was currently being washed away by the downpour. But you were still here, lying next to him in the mud, looking at him like he was the best thing in the world.

So, screw it.

He sat up, pulling the ring box from his pocket, wiping it off on his already-ruined jeans before flipping it open.

Your breath hitched as you sat up too, almost slipping back onto the ground again at the sight of that. “Buck…”

He took a deep breath. “I was supposed to do this at the top, where it’s, you know, scenic and romantic and not a mud pit. But since we’re here…” He swallowed hard, heart pounding as he cursed himself for not remembering the speech he’d been writing in his notes app. “Will you marry me?”

You inhaled sharply, lips parting, but you didn’t say anything right away. Instead, you looked at the ring, then at Buck —soaked, shivering, shaky grin on his pinkpinkpink lips even as the rain poured down his face.

And then you laughed, in a way that made Buck’s chest feel warm despite the cold. Like you couldn’t believe this was happening, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You are such a mess,” you teased, shaking your head.

Buck only grinned. “You keep saying that, but I’d really love a yes right about now.”

You smiled, soft and certain. “Yes.”

Buck blinked. “Wait— yes?”

“Of course, it’s a yes, you idiot!” You swatted his arm. “Now put the ring on me, I’ve been waiting too damn long.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Buck let out a shaky breath, still grinning as his hands trembled —not from the cold, but from sheer relief. He carefully slid the ring onto your finger, his fingertips still streaked with mud.

It fit perfectly.

He stared at it for a second, then up at you. You were still smiling, rain dripping from your lashes, and something inside him ached with how much he loved you.

So, naturally, he tackled you back into the mud.

“BUCK!”

He was laughing too hard to care that you were smacking his shoulder. “What?! You said yes! I’m excited!”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“You love it!”

You huffed, but the way your fingers curled into the front of his jacket said he was right. “Yeah,” you admitted softly, kissing his birthmark. “I really do.”

Buck grinned and pressed his forehead against yours. “Good.”

He kissed you, slow and deep and absolutely filthy, considering how much mud was involved, but you melted into it anyway. The rain poured around you, the storm raged on, but none of it mattered.Because even though the proposal hadn’t gone as planned, it was still perfect.

🦌.💕

A/N: okay, i really really can't resist birthmark kisses. i have a thing for them and buck has the prettiest one so i can't not appreciate it. dear anon, let me know if you don't mind #26 being nsfw, i can make it a sequel. i understand your struggle to pick one 🫂 hope you enjoyed reading this, thanks for the ask!

Read the sequel Like A Force Of Nature.

[ssentimentals]

Hiii!! It is been a long time since i got here 🤧, I hope you are doing good. I saw the new request prompts and the number 47. Sickfic/caretaking has attracted my attention, so I was going to ask you if you could write a woozi x reader who has bad migraines and maybe it is mixed this time with back pain.

You can change it if it is too specific or do not do it if you don't feel like it!!

hiii angel, you should come here more often 💜 i am good, hope you're well too! i definitely can, thank you for requesting!

prompt: sickfic/caretaking

woozi could see it. you tried your best to hide it and he gotta give it to you - it took him few days to catch up. he hates how you go all out to help and support others, but don't let others do the same for you, always ignoring your problems because they are not 'big enough'. he knows that probability of you admitting you're in pain is as low as snow during summer, but he still tries: 'how are you feeling, babe?'

you look up from your laptop, your face illluminated by blue screen. you were grimacing few seconds earlier but now you're trying to smile at him: 'all good, just a bit tired.'

your lie falls flat. woozi is always careful, always tries not to voerstep and make you start lecturing him on whole 'i am independent and strong woman, i can take care of myself' thing but his patience snaps. without saying anything he comes closer and points at your laptop: 'save your work. save your work and close your laptop.'

you blink at him. 'what-'

'do it yourself before i take that laptop away and just turn it off without saving shit,' he bites, not caring that his tone is off. 'you work can wait, we need to stop your migraine first.' at this your eyes widen and woozi quirks an eyebrow at you: 'you hid those pills well, baby, but not well enough.'

you have nothing to say. those migraines started few days ago and yesterday they got so bad that your eyes dtarted watering against your will. add back pain on top of that and you turned into a one big exposed nerve and you knew that your boyfriend saw right through you and your attempts to hide it. lie that you're fine is on your tongue but you swallow it, following woozi to the bedroom. you don't like admitting but it feels nice to be taken care of, to have someone else fret over you. woozi is not very expressive, but you can feel all of his feelings even when he doesn't say much. right now you know that he's worried and annoyed at your for not saying anything, for example.

'we can try cold and hot packs on your neck, which one do you prefer?' he asks in a business tone. when you get under the covers, his hands instantly smooth the blanket and he fluffs the other pillow, making sure you're comfortable. 'i'll turn off the light, do you want lavender oil? i'm not giving you another pill, i'm sure you've taken plenty already.'

'cold pack,' you answer, grimacing when back echoes in pain once you fully lie down. 'and no oil for now, i think.'

woozi nods and quickly gets to work. in few minutes you have cold pack pressed to your neck, light turned off and window open. he places cup with a herbal tea nearby and gingerly lies down. woozi is not used to seeing you like this - his usually strong girl never looks this fragile. it pains and angers him; he reaches out to take your hand in his. 'never hide this from me,' he asks quietly with a slight tremor in his voice. 'i don't want you to suffer alone. i'm always here to help you.'

'it's just a migraine,' you whisper and a sudden pain that shoots from your neck straight to your head makes you gasp. 'oh god.'

'nothing is 'just' when it comes to you,' he mutters and leans closer, worried. 'is cold pack not helping? if it's very bad-'

'give it time,' you interrupt. 'ten minutes or so. we can change it to hot pack if this one won't work.' you open your eyes, squinting at him. 'i am sorry for not telling you sooner. i thought it'd go away. didn't want to bother you.'

'you never bother me,' he instantly says, scowling. 'stop thinking that. nothing about you is ever a bother. let me take care of you.'

you sigh and close your eyes. a bit later you feel cold lips pressed on your forehead. woozi kisses your forehead, tip of your nose, both of your cheeks. you smile and lips press on yours in a light kiss. 'try to sleep,' woozi whispers. 'i will change packs. rest, baby.'

'i love you,' you whisper back without opening your eyes. cold pack helps with the tension, easing the pain. 'thank you.'

'i love you more, my strong girl.' woozi kisses your forehead once more. 'now rest. i'll be right here when you wake up.'

putting his phone on 'do not disturb' woozi lies down next to you and carefully wraps one arm around you. he'll be right here for you even if you can't ask that out loud. he'll still be here.

a/n: hopefully you liked it!! - nini

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[withlove-xixi]

— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”

[steddiewithachance]

Vampire Pancakes

A response to this writing prompt. Thought it was too cute, had to write it! @dwobbitfromtheshire

🥞🫐

No one really knows what to do with Eddie right now. Everyone is jittery around him, going so far as to hold their breath when he so much as twitches. Even Dustin is squinting at him with calculating eyes; he's analyzing Eddie for threat.

Eddie will continue to courteously ignore the hand that Nancy is keeping stationed on her belt conveniently close to the little pistol everyone knows she's hiding. It doesn't matter that Eddie helped them kill Vecna, or that he saved Baby Byers' life. It doesn't matter when he has sharp teeth, dark eyes, and a thirst for blood. He can't blame 'em for being scared.

Eddie thinks about his dad. Wonders if even Al would see Eddie as a monster now.

Eddie got picked on a lot as a kid and he'd often come home from school tired and weepy. Al would look up from the couch in that black tank top he always wore. He'd set down whatever he was smoking to pat the spot next to him.

"What happened Ed? Was some little shithead mean to ya?"

Eddie would nod and slump into his father's side, eyes burning from the spicy, smokey air. When Eddie pressed his face into his dad's arm, Al would pull back and pat his head with sorrowful eyes. Al didn't really know how to comfort a kid or maybe he thought that being distant was in Eddie's best interest.

"You're too soft, Ed. Ya gotta make those kids think you can pack a punch. Chin up, eyes mean, shoulders back. Make 'em intimidated, make 'em fear ya."

So like any kid who thinks their dad's word is law, Eddie listened, or tried his best at least. But his dad never said that mean eyes, dark clothes, and loud music would get him accused of witchcraft by a bunch'a angry jocks and chased straight into hell.

Now his sheepies -his kiddos- are looking at him like they're scared, like they can't trust him and that is a fucking gut punch. Because pretty early on in his high school career, he decided that his purpose was gonna be standing as a shield for other kids like him. He wanted to be a source of safety and warmth in an otherwise cold and unforgiving storm.

Being feared is lonely and sad, Eddie has discovered, and he worries this is his new permanent reality.

Eddie quietly sits through his friends hammering out the logistics of a nighttime schedule to organize sleeping shifts so someone always has an eye on him. It's sick. Eddie has to excuse himself to cry about it. He has no uncontrollable urges to eat anyone here, Steve does smell appetizing, but he wouldn't jump the guy.

He can still eat human food apprently, it barely does anything for him, but it's something. Eddie thinks it's enough to quell any feral urges he may or may not get. He thinks the party is being unreasonable about their safety precautions, but really, he'd probably do the same if there was a monster in the same house as him.

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It's a long night, he can't fall asleep but he'll pretend to so that everyone can relax a little. The changing of the guard chafes at him and makes his lip quiver. He bites his lip to prevent a wounded sound from slipping out when Robin nudges Steve awake and says it's "his turn on hell shift". Eddie jolts because he remembers he has real sharp teeth now, and biting his lip does, in fact, hurt like a bitch.

"You're not asleep, huh?" He hears whispered into the air of the big living room after Robin has settled back into sleep. It's Steve's sweet and melodic voice.

"I'm trying." He responds, brokenly.

"Wanna get some fresh air with me for a minute? I need'a smoke." Steve is already shrugging the sheets off of him and carefully stepping over his sleeping friends towards the back door. Eddie doesn't think he has a choice, but to follow. Stepping out of this stuffy room does sound like a relief though.

Eddie makes the same journey through the sea of teenagers sprawled across Steve's floor and out the sliding glass door. When he steps onto the patio, all of the crickets stop chirping around him. The night goes silent. What the fuck? Is that because of him? He loves the sound of crickets, though.

He walks over and curls up in one of the Harringtons' fancy-loungy-pool-chairs. Steve stays standing, leaning artfully against the side of his house next to the glass. He flicks open his lighter and the small flame illuminates his square jawline with a warm glow. He's so achingly handsome. He's like a movie star, or a model.

"You okay?" Steve asks conversationally.

"Not even a little."

Steve sighs and pushes off the wall to walk towards Eddie's chair. He sits at the foot of it and swivels so he's looking at Eddie.

"I'm really sorry Eddie. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I won't pretend to." Steve sets a hand on Eddie's ankle and Eddie could cry from the small gesture of comfort that he's practically writhing for. "I feel like what happened to you is all my fault. I know that 'sorry' wont cut it, but for the record, I am. Completely and utterly sorry." That's a silly thing to think.

"It's not your fault, are you kidding? How do you reckon it's your fault?"

"Sending you with Dustin? Alone? Putting all that responsibility on you?" Steve looks down at his cigarette with disgust. He twists it into the cold concrete next to his socked foot and looks back at Eddie. There's no fear in his expression, and for once Eddie is grateful for his reckless bravery.

"It was the best plan and we all agreed to it. Don't sweat it, Harrington." Eddie feels like he's not all there. Feels like maybe if he was more composed he could comfort Steve better, but he's hungry and dazed, sad and tired. Steve nods solemnly, and clears this throat.

"And about everyone being kind of on edge... It'll pass. I think they're all thinking about when Billy Hargrove got possessed by the mind flayer and went homicidal on us. He tried to kill all the kids."

Eddie desperately wants to hear all the other Upside down stories one day. He keeps trying to stitch together all these scraps of lore that keep getting dropped on him. He has no right to ask about something so traumatic, so he'll just be patient and wait for more lore to drop.

"Everyone's just being cautious. Vecna's dead though, so I'm not really sure who they think would possess you." Steve finishes and squeezes Eddie's lower calf where his hand rests.

"I get it. Kinda hurts my feelings, but I get it." Eddie mumbles and feels his eyes getting heavy. He wonders if he could fall asleep out here. Maybe if the crickets were still chirping and it wasn't so goddamn quiet.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." It's fine, this might not even be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

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In the morning Eddie curls himself into Steve's little kitchen nook. Eddie kind of loves the window seat, it's something his mom would have wanted, Eddie theorizes. She was always looking out windows, probably daydreaming about escaping. Eddie does it too.

The kids seem warmer this morning. There's no more hushed whispers or pointed looks. They're talking and moving around the house less cautiously. Hopefully, the stiffest interactions and the worst of their distrust is behind them. Nancy's still watching him like a hawk though.

Steve shuffles into view, his socks are bunched up around his ankles. It's cute.

He holds out a plate for Eddie with a dumb smile on his face. When Eddie reaches for it, he sees a stack of pancakes and the top pancake has a little face made out of blueberries and two whipped cream fangs. It's a vampire pancake. Steve made Eddie a sweet little vampire pancake.

"Oh my god, you're so adorable." Eddie squeaks and makes a grabby hand for the fork Steve's holding. Steve blushes and hands over the fork.

"Do you like it?" Steve asks coyly. The pancakes feel like a hug, they feel like an apology that Steve doesn't even owe.

"I love it, chef." Eddie pokes at the pancake-vampire's cheek. "I don't know if I can eat him. He's too cute." Eddie giggles. Steve looks up at him with bright sparkly eyes. God he's perfect. Eddie's hungry for him in five different ways.

Robin and Dustin come up beside Steve to look down at the plate.

"I want one!" Dustin announces loudly. Steve turns around and heads back to the stove, he looks so proud of himself.

"You can have normal pancakes. Those are special for Eddie." Steve says with a wink. Dustin looks down at Eddie and pouts at him as if Eddie has any say in who gets what kind of pancake.

"Dustin had to watch it all happen, he should get one too." Eddie tells Steve earnestly while Steve is pouring more batter into the pan.

Dustin gloats and yells "Exactly! Thank you, Eddie."

And it feels like things are gonna be okay.

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Christmas Kindness submission

To Qoldenskies,

I’ll straight up say it. You write my favourite Donnie angst out there. There’s the obvious masterpiece that is the Canary Continuity, and the horrifically underrated Coming Undone. Both are such visceral, heartbreaking experiences that I have enjoyed from start to finish. And Caged Lungs broke me down. Miner’s Eulogy was what shattered me, though, and Clipped Wings? What a RIDE. With each chapter you post, I can’t believe we’re getting closer to the END. Not the END. I don’t want it to end, but it’s gotta. We do need that promised happy ending.

Honestly, your interpretations of the characters? Especially Donnie? They’re so well thought-out and clever. There’s so many important layers to them and what drives them, and it all comes together SO WELL. You’ve definitely done your homework and put a lot of care into your stories. It shows.

What I also have to praise is how beautifully crafted the writing ITSELF is. The metaphors and parallels are so clever. You use them masterfully to paint a better picture of the characters and their struggles. It’s like you have two narratives running at once, sometimes, the obvious one, and the supporting one that explains so much. I don’t always catch that, since I’m not that smart, but I know it’s there. Commenters help me out by bringing attention to it. 

Emotions? Spot on. I feel so much, and the experiences are painted so viscerally that it’s hard not to feel along with the characters.

And I wanted to also bring up one more thing. I really like how you ‘distort’ and break up the dialogue when the characters are in distress. The stammering, the added words, (for examples, “I’m— I’m too muh-ch,” “something’s wro-wrohng, Raph and Leo are ouh-out—“ (cu) “I’ll d-do– I’ll do any-hhh-thing,” “I’ll– I’ll clean it up, I promi- hhh -se!” (cl)) really helps me HEAR how they’re talking. I’ve never seen stuttering or dragged-out words articulated so ‘as-said’— meaning, that is exactly the noises they’d be making if you heard them (particularly the shuddering of breath that accompanies then ‘hhh’, if that makes sense). This is probably my favourite little detail exclusive to your work. I absolutely love it. It’s such a small thing but it definitely enhances the reading experience.

Because I don’t want to leave out your ‘smaller’ fics, I wanted to say that I have read Circomvating Death, too. It definitely is a nice little refresher to all the angst (but I LOVE angst), and I’ve enjoyed the humorously chaotic adventures of Donnie and Casey Jr. Whenever you get back around to writing for that, I’ll look forward to seeing where they go next!

And Enhancements? Short but sweet pain. The idea of NO existing painkillers working on them makes a lot of of sense. The super-soldier piece is such a fun little concept to play around with, whether for badass purposes or whump. I also love seeing the concept referenced in your other stories. It works great as a little headcanon establishment. It doesn’t need to be a massive masterpiece to still be great.

I know you’re also planning Where We Went Wrong as a B-team sep AU, and I’m definitely looking forward to that and your bad things happen bingo prompts! I know all that’s in the right hands, and 

You have a lot of talent, and you deserve all the positive feedback, fan art, and fanfics you’ve gotten so far.

And I did read the post where you said that your family is too poor to celebrate Christmas, but I hope you can cherish the time you all have together regardless (and beat that Christmas Curse that’s plagued you for the past couple years). <3 Have a great one! Wishing you all the best.

@qoldenskies

Christmas Kindness Event Post

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 5

i’m sorry i wasn’t here, not just tonight, but every day. i haven’t been here. i know that now.

i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you. 

maybe you should take a break. and… get help.

where did you find that kind of courage?

i thought if i just kept my head down and followed the rules, everything would be fine.

these people kill with false hope.

sometimes what's painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i enjoy being better at things than everyone else.

i haven’t felt at home in this world.

remember, i’m still betting on you.

okay, but what about me? i’m not ready.

i would give anything to not give a shit, but i do.

time to forgive yourself, kid. you got a future. you gotta see that now.

some nights are so damn dark. and then they still manage to get darker. 

every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone.

it’s like i was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it.

i don’t want you guys to die for me.

i got my rep as the strong, silent type to think about.

we have to be brave in this life we have, simply to exist now.

they can’t hurt me. there’s no one left that i love.

fuck you, you really hurt my feelings.

all we have is what we carry on our backs.

do you trust me or not?

that’s the thing. if they don’t know it was a lie, they get to just live.

i wanted to be brave. i wanted to be more like you.

i’m not brave. i’m a shit person who does shit things because i don’t give a single shit about anything.

so you feel like you didn’t do enough then, now you have to do everything for everyone.

your head is shoved so far up the future’s ass, you’ve completely abandoned the now.

i haven't had a family in a long time, but i have one now.

i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.

you want me to be scared of you. but i’m not.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

you’re like the most put together person i know.

you can be charming when you’re not angry or hungry.

i didn’t ask for you to rescue me. you did that, for you. 

i’m normal. this is what normal looks like when you’ve had my fucking life.

i don't think it's something you get away with. you still have to live with what you've done.

i’m in this now, and i need to know everything. you owe me that.

how come you never choose me?

you had the guts to do something brave. 

people go through all sorts of stuff, bad things, and they don’t tell anybody.

i worry myself, too.

i just know that i need to make my life count. it’s all i can do.

might’ve been shitty parents, but they’re still your parents.

when we get there, we’ll be different. we’ll be ready. 

you missed me that much?

a lot of hope is dangerous.

i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here. 

it’s the things we love most that destroy us.

you're a good person even with all your bad qualities.

see? we’re good together.

you really think the world’s gonna end?

i’d like for the time i have left on this earth to mean something.

i don’t give a shit anymore. i just want to be a good person.

what if you just want something, and you want it so bad?

i guess we both got what we wanted.

you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.

we walked into the darkest place there was, but we did it together.

you’re not bored. your heart’s broken.

i don’t pity you, like at all. i wish i was like you.

she took me straight into the fog of war.

you don’t know everything. and you can’t control me.

you can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me. 

you’re fucking badass.

i love you. can you handle me saying that?

i make a habit of expecting the worst so i won’t get hurt.

i know this is too little, too late, but i’d really like us to be friends.

i sure hope you catch me when i fall. 

why focus on what’s wrong and not what’s right?

your lies, you can’t even keep track of them.

love is a kind of killing, and none of us get out alive.

maybe something good can come from something bad.

there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls. 

remember half an hour ago when you wanted to murder me? 

that’s all we are the whole time, shells with nothing inside.

please, can you just talk to me? anything you need, just say the word.

i keep blaming everyone, but it was me. it was my fault.

yeah, maybe fire and gasoline can hang out.

it is so easy to find yourself in dark places.

what’s right is that i feel something for you that i just don’t feel anywhere else with anyone else.

i’m going to have to take that risk.

you said it yourself, you don’t remember what happened. is it so hard for you to believe you might be innocent? 

you know what the worst part is? i really thought i had good instincts.

you’re right, you don’t owe me shit, but i’m asking you anyway. 

i could’ve been nicer. i could’ve been less of a monster.

we grew apart from each other. we’re two different people now.

you’re both sad and lonely. you’re a perfect match.

maybe we just needed to work through the bad to get to the good.

you were right. everything is cursed.

god, you are so gruesome. 

you take me for everything i’m worth.

it’s okay if you’re scared.

are you trying to get me to forgive and forget?

[mangosrar]

you tell me, asshole.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: yall this gets a lil steamy. pls don’t dox me!!!!

an: last part of middle game 😓 it’s been fun 😛 my requests are now open so send them in pookies 🤍 also this is not proofread so pls ignore any mistakes i’m on vacation i haven’t got time for that shit. love you 🤍

part 1, part 2, part 3

you couldn’t help but throw your head back to let out a laugh and if chris could’ve bottled the sound and got drunk on it, he would have….

his lips were on yours again in an instant. he gave you no time to wipe your tears. he moved his lips across your face and kissed them away. leaving heart shaped scars in his wake.

his mouth found yours again and his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you granted it and the kiss grew needy. heavy breathing and clashing teeth. chris’s hands wandered down to you’re thighs and tapped softly, prompting you to jump. once you were in his arms, still kissing him, he walked the two of you downstairs to his room.

once inside chris kicked the door shut, his lips never leaving yours, before he dropped you down onto his bed and separated himself from you. earning him a whine from your mouth. he walked back over to the door locking it, then turned to face you. he looked so good like this. his shirt was riding up showing the waistband of his boxers and shorts, his hair was messy and his eyes were half lidded and dropped, he looked like he was about to eat you alive.

“what you like my outfit?” his voice snapped you out of the trance.

“i think i’d like what’s underneath at lot more” he just smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, treading back over to you. he hovered over you, one hand on the bed on both sides of your legs.

“you’re so pretty baby, it’s a shame i’m gonna ruin you” his face was so close to yours you could feel his breath. you gulped involuntarily, earning a grin from chris.

“don’t get nervous on me now sweetheart. you gotta get used to it” he wasted no time waiting for a reply. he pushed you back on the bed connecting you’re lips again. you shuffled back so you’re head was on his pillows and he pulled you’re shirt over you’re head. grinning at the lack of bra you wore. his lips instantly moving down to your neck and collar bone. leaving open mouth kissed there. the ache between your legs was becoming unbearable. his lips moved down to you’re chest, licking sucking and biting. the sounds coming out of you’re mouth was like music to his ears. he loved it. he loved the sweet sound of you’re voice.

his lips moved over you’re stomach and he stopped, slightly moving his head away from you’re body. his eyes never left yours once. they were daring and dark

“chris please” your voice was desperate and high pitched.

“what do you want baby?” his hands ran up your sides and settled on you’re waist.

“make me feel good” his smirk grew at your need for him.

“i always do princess” he needed no confirmation to continue. he knew you wanted him to.

he pulled off your pants and left feather light kissed around the area you needed him most. never once giving you what you want.

“stop teasing chris” he let out a light chuckle and pressed a soft kiss over your panties. your breath hitched and he hooked two fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down agonisingly slow.

“so wet and i’ve barely even touched you victoria” he tutted.

the second they were off he dived straight in. he threw you’re legs over his shoulders and your back instantly arched off the bed, hands flying to his hair tugging on it causing chris to groan.

the way his tongue was working you was magical. you were sure you were going to die. the sounds he was pulling from you were so lewd you felt bad for matt and nick upstairs.

“chris don’t stop” you’re pleas we’re futile. he was in no way shape or form letting up. he was devouring you like it was his last meal, mumbling sweet nothings against you.

“so good for me”

“you taste so good baby”

“you sound so pretty”

between his words and his mouth working you up, you were so close to tumbling over the edge.

“chris i’m so close”

“come on princess, give it to me”. that was all you needed to hear before you were hurling over the edge. pulling chris’s hair so hard. almost screaming, wrapping you’re legs around his head, probably suffocating him but you were too far in to care. chris worked you through you’re high never once slowing down, until you started pushing his head away and becoming sensitive.

when he pulled away from you, you could’ve came for a second time right there and then. he was panting and his face was glistening with you’re wetness. he crawled up to you’re face and put his lips on yours. you could taste yourself on his lips.

“tastes good no?” you couldn’t help but become embarrassed at his words. pushing his chest and turning you’re face away from him. he just laughed and took the opportunity to kiss you’re neck.

you could feel his hard on pressing against you’re lower stomach. pulling his face up to be level with yours, you stared deep into his eyes.

“i need you inside of me” you’re voice was so quiet and soft he couldn’t help but press a gentle peck to your lips, admiring the softness.

“yeah?” his lips curved up into a cheeky grin and you just nodded.

he didn’t make you wait a single second before he was pulling off his pants and boxers and lining himself up to your entrance. he pushed his lips against yours as he pushed himself in, causing you both to whine. his thrusts were slow yet hard. he laced his fingers into yours and held your hand by the side of your head. he was being so gentle with you. usually chris likes to throw you around a little, not to hurt you but he liked rough sex. this was different. it was soft and passionate, he was whispering in your ear like his life depended on it.

“i love you so much rue”

“you’re mine”

“you’re so good to me”

you’re nails scratched down his back, trying to ground yourself. the way he was fucking you was sending you spiralling. reaching that spot so deep inside, pushing the air out of your lungs every time he moved back in. you were a mess under him. panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. his lips sucking hickeys into you’re neck never felt so good. chris was just as bad. hips stuttering every time you tightened around him. groaning and moaning your name, chanting “fuck” every time you pulled his hair. it was like he was savouring the moment. worried he would never have you like this again.

you were so close and chris could tell, the way your moans became louder and more whiney, the way you were clinging to him for dear life.

he brought his lips to yours again in a feverish kiss, you could barely even keep up with his lips with how good you felt. chris noticed this and smiled into the kiss before speaking.

“go ahead rue, make a mess, come on i know you want to baby” his voice was raspy and strangled, you couldn’t take it. with one last harsh thrust from him he sent you flying over the edge into complete ecstasy. you were screaming his name and clawing at his back like there was no tomorrow. chris wasn’t far behind you, he shoved his face into the crook of your neck, hips stuttering and he let out a strangled moan of your name before you felt him finish inside you with a loud whine.

he collapsed on top of you and you both stayed like that for a while, catching you’re breath. your hands stroking through his hair, soothing him.

eventually chris pulled back and places a soft loving kiss on your lips. pouring all of his heart into you as he did so. he pulled away and started into your eyes as he spoke.

“i can’t believe i ever let you go rue, i don’t know how i watched you be with someone else when i loved you this much. how stupid am i” the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

“you tell me ass hole” he let out a breathy laugh at your insult and just kissed you again.

god was he glad to have you back.

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[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Opposites

Note: huge thank you to @meandmypagancrew for assembling all the lyrics for this post! At the same time, they also created an amazing, giant set of lyrics I'm tentatively calling TS and Juxtapositions, which is a looser interpretation of this "opposites" prompt, and which tumblr is currently not letting me actually post on the blog due to its length. Hopefully I can find a workaround soon.

'Taylor Swift'

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: I’m only up when you’re not down

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Love Story: You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess

You Belong With Me: She wears high heels, I wear sneakers

You Belong With Me: I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry

Forever & Always: It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone

Forever & Always: So here’s to everything coming down to nothing

SuperStar: This is wrong but I can’t help but feel like there ain’t nothing more right, babe

You All Over Me: Held out, and held on God knows too long

That’s When: When it’s sunny or storming

That’s When: Laughing, when I’m crying

That’s When: It was sunny or storming

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Mine: You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter

Mine: I fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter

Sparks Fly: It’s just wrong enough to make it feel right

Dear John: Or maybe it’s you and your sick need to give love then take it away

When Emma Falls In Love: She waits and takes her time ‘cause little Miss Sunshine always thinks it’s gonna rain

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

All Too Well: You taught me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me

22: It’s miserable and magical

I Almost Do: I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: I say “I hate you,” we break up, you call me, “I love you.”

Begin Again: He didn’t like it when I wore high heels but I do

Begin Again: He always said he didn’t get this song but I do, I do

Begin Again: You don’t know how nice that is, but I do

Forever Winter: He spends most of his flights getting pulled down by gravity

Forever Winter: I’ll be summer sun for your forever, forever winter if you go

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Blank Space: I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

Blank Space: You’re the King, baby, I’m your Queen

Blank Space: Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Out Of The Woods: The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color

Out Of The Woods: We were built to fall apart then fall back together

I Wish You Would: We’re a crooked love in a straight line down

I Wish You Would: You gave me everything and nothing

Bad Blood: Did you have to ruin what was shiny? Now it’s all rusted

How You Get The Girl: And then you say, “I want you for worse or for better”

This Love: This love is good, this love is bad

This Love: This love is alive, back from the dead

Wonderland: Whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams

“Slut!”: In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

Say Don’t Go: Now your silence has me screaming, screaming

'reputation'

…Ready For It?: Some, some boys are trying too hard, he don’t try at all though

I Did Something Bad: They say I did something bad, then why’s it feel so good?

I Did Something Bad: You gotta leave before you get left

Gorgeous: You make me so happy it turns back to sad

Getaway Car: The ties were black, the lies were white in shades of grey and candlelight

Dress: Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

Dress: Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: It isn’t love, it isn’t hate, it’s just indifference

Cruel Summer: Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

The Man: And it’s all good if you’re bad

The Archer: I say I don’t want that, but what if I do?

The Archer: Easy they come, easy they go

The Archer: Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

You Need To Calm Down: Sunshine on the street at the parade, but you would rather be in the dark ages

Daylight: I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Daylight: I want to be defined by the things that I love, not the things I hate

'folklore'

the 1: Been saying “yes” instead of “no”

cardigan: A friend to all is a friend to none

cardigan: Chase two girls, lose the one

this is me trying: I had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting

illicit affairs: It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times

illicit affairs: They show their truth one single time but they lie and they lie and they lie a million little times

invisible string: Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

epiphany: Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out, out

epiphany: Someone’s daughter, someone’s mother

betty: I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you

betty: Those days turned into nights

peace: I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me

'evermore'

willow: The more that you say, the less I know

'tis the damn season: I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

tolerate it: I notice everything you do or don’t do

tolerate it: I know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it

tolerate it: Gain the weight of you then lose it

ivy: I’d live and die for moments that we stole

marjorie: What died didn’t stay dead, you’re alive, you’re alive in my head

marjorie: What died didn’t stay dead, you’re alive, so alive

closure: I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life, staying friends would iron it out so nice

right where you left me: Friends break up, friends get married

right where you left me: Strangers get born, strangers get buried

'Midnights'

Anti-Hero: Midnights become my afternoons

Midnight Rain: He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Question…?: Good girl, sad boy

Vigilante Shit: I don’t dress for women, I don’t dress for men

Vigilante Shit: I don’t start shit but I can tell you how it ends

Vigilante Shit: She don’t start shit but she can tell you how it ends

Bejeweled: Don’t put me in the basement when I want the penthouse of your heart

Labyrinth: Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

Labyrinth: Break up, break free, break through, break down

‘The Tortured Poets Department’

But Daddy I Love Him: Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?: If you wanted me dead, you should’ve just said, nothing makes me feel more alive

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): I can fix him, no really, I can, woah, maybe I can’t

loml: Still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried

loml: You low-down boy, you stand-up guy

loml: When your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes, well, you took me to hell too

loml: What we thought was for all time was momentary

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: And I don’t even want you back, I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

Clara Bow: It’s hell on earth to be heavenly

imgonnagetyouback: Told my friends I hate you, but I love you just the same

The Albatross: The devil that you know looks now more like an angel

The Prophecy: I guess a lesser woman would’ve lost hope, a greater woman wouldn’t beg

Cassandra: When it’s “burn the bitch,” they’re shrieking, when the truth comes out, it’s quiet

The Manuscript: Looking backwards might be the only way to move forward

Other Songs written by Taylor

Beautiful Ghosts: Born into nothing, at least you have something

Beautiful Ghosts: Born into nothing, with them I have something, something to cling to

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Give me something, oh, but you say nothing

I Heart ?: I’ll be fine if you just walk by but you had to talk about why you were wrong and I was right

I Heart ?: And now you ask about you and I, there’s no you and I

Only The Young: The game was rigged, the ref got tricked, the wrong ones think they’re right

Only The Young: They think that it’s over but it’s just begun

Renegade: There was nowhere for me to stay, but I stayed anyway

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can say goodbye and you can say hello

You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You can laugh and cry

Official Alternate Releases

Vigilante Shit (Clean Version): I don’t start it but I can tell you how it ends

Vigilante Shit (Clean Version): She don’t start it but she can tell you how it ends

Cassandra (Clean Version): When its “burn the witch,” they’re shrieking, when the truth comes out it’s quiet

[radioactive-mouse]

alright i’ve done it. my hero characters as ranked by which dropout show is their natural habitat. NOTE that this does not mean that they are GOOD at the game, but they do belong there

if you disagree and i have wildly misplaced ur fave i would LOVE to yap about this bc there are some im not sure abt. elaboration under the cut for those i find particularly funny:

make some noise: MS JOKE THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN OF MAKE SOME NOISE. she would have SO much fun doing silly little bits and have someone play ball with her. she’s having a great time. the rest are here just on vibes

um, actually: i just know. that in another world. izuku and shigaraki could’ve settled their shit in the most nuclear game of um, actually ever played. they are both here not just to play, but to Destroy. god help whoever gets put on that couch with them. also izuku needs an outlet to be a bit of a smartass and this would be Perfect for him <3

dirty laundry: imagine with me that mina and kaminari share the top spot because theyre hosting. and then of course monoma neito: professional shit-stirrer. himiko just wants to gossip with her friends :) and. listen. walk with me. i just know. that dabihawks would fucking kill each other on that set. the episode will not wrap without several fatalities. and it’s awesome

game changer: HEAR ME OUT. HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT. note that i did NOT say that they would be good at it. i did NOT say that they would have a good time. but i need bakugou to walk onto the game changer set Locked The Fuck In and not come up for air until the game is over. he’s so competitive but there are absolutely no comprehensive parameters for success. he’s going to have a brennan “I CANNOT WIN.” style meltdown and it will be fucking excellent. i need todoroki on here for similar reasons, i need the game to begin changing around him after he’s fairly certain he’s figured out the rules, and he gets prompted to do something and replies with a completely monotone and sincere “what?” and stares at the host in silence. speaking of host idk don’t ask me hizashi just gives big sam reich energy. also mirko’s here for a similar reason to bakugou but she’s gonna have more fun than him because she thinks it’s more a Fun Puzzle to figure out the rules than an active hindrance to her ability to Win.

smartypants: PUT SHINSOU HITOSHI UP THERE RIGHT NOW. he is going to make a powerpoint about the stupidest shit you have ever heard in your life and then deliver it with a completely straight face and when asked to elaborate will answer like he’s genuinely thought about this for longer than he should have. aoyama would also be So Fucking Funny idk you just gotta see the vision. the other three are rlly just here because i think they’d be fun audience members

nobody asked: HATSUME MEI’S LITERAL DREAM. also neijire would get to ask all her questions that everyone else thinks are weird and people will like engage with her and find answers to them :]] i love her so much. also all might is just here because i didn’t know where else to put him but then i imagined a Very Scared smallmight trying to stop these kids from running into traffic but also being a little too curious to fully hold them back and it made me laugh rlly bad. kurogiri is chaperoning

breaking news: i didn’t say he would enjoy it. but aizawa is the breaking news UNDEFEATED CHAMPION. he’s never cracked. he has the Katie Marovitch Resolve. also tamaki would be a fucking wreck on this set but it would be really funny. tooru has an unfair advantage because you can’t see her face but she always laughs first anyway <3

honorable mentions: shinsou i think would also have fun on dirty laundry, and you can’t put midoriya and bakugou on that show at the same time because they will clock each other immediately. i would do anything in the world to see a todoroki smartypants presentation. or breaking news honestly. similarly i think izuku would have a great time on smartypants it’s like enrichment for him <3

[artemismoorea03]

DPxDC Writing Prompt Idea

I have no idea if this has been done before but I just had this idea so if it has been done feel free to ignore this but I gotta share this.

So, I always see these prompts of different characters being related to different DC characters. For example I've seen some where people say that Tucker is related to Lucius Fox. Dash is related to Harley Quinn. Jack being related to Bruce Wayne. Danny related to Tim/Damian/Dick or any of the other Batfam but one I haven't seen before is one that I feel could be easily used.

Maddie Fenton is related to Jim Gordon.

Now, I've never seen this or even heard people talking about it and I can kind of understand why. Maddie is shown to have a sister but like - hear me out anyways.

Maddie has a cousin, she has met him a couple of times as a kid and only once as an adult when Danny was around 7. There wasn't any real reason for it, just a Family Reunion and an excuse to spend time as a family, something she often forgot to do when she was so determined to get the Ghost Portal open.

Her cousin is Jim and his daughter is a good ten years older than Danny. She had heard that Jim was quickly rising in rank in Gotham City and that his daughter - despite the occasional odd truancy issues - had her head on straight. Jazz also adored the older girl and followed her around the entire reunion, looking almost like Barbara's little sister.

Danny got closer to Jim than his daughter though, and started talking about things that he probably shouldn't have. After all, what 7 year old has a filter? What 7 year old knows not to mention the fact that sometimes their food attacks them or that Jazz is learning how to cook because sometimes mom and dad forget to feed them because their research is important. The more Danny talks the more concerned Jim gets, but he's also conflicted.

This is his cousin, the same cousin who the time Danny fell and scraped his knee peppered kisses on each and every one of his freckles on his face and danced with him until the pain stopped and then patched him up and danced with him again. This is family. He's sure that Danny is just... making things sound bigger than they are, as children do - at least he hopes that's the case.

But on the off chance that there is something going on he slips Jazz and Danny both his number and gives his cousin the same number in case anything came up.

As the years go on though Jim starts to see more red flags. Small things at first - Jazz asking how to change the batteries in a fire alarm. Danny calling to ask if pot-lids could be stuck in the microwave to cover rice. Basic questions that could be asked to a parent or a parent should be doing for their kids anyways. But whenever Jim asked about this the answer was the same.

"Mom and Dad are busy in the lab."

This continued for years until a call from Jazz one night seven years after he'd met them for the first time. She was crying and sobbing, her voice shaking as she tries to get the words out.

"Danny had an accident. Mom and dad aren't home, what do I do?"

Jim was 900 miles away, he had no way to get to them. No way to get him to them. So he did what he could and instructed her to hang up with him and call for an ambulance. Jazz was scared though, she didn't trust the doctors but thankfully Danny's voice could be heard.

The relief Jazz had when her brother woke up was enough to make Jim feel like he was going to throw up. The call ended shortly after that but he made sure to call a few days later and ask his cousin how Danny was doing.

"Danny? He's just fine!"

"That's good. He healed from the accident then?"

"What accident- oh, Jack no, that goes to the right - your other right. Jim, sorry I have to go. We can talk about this later, okay?"

Jim was appalled. Jazz had called him in tears, hyperventilating and Danny had been unconscious - Jazz though he was dead - and their parents didn't have any idea?

It was a little over a year later that he got another call. Just as frantic, just as scared, but much worse.

Danny was all but screaming in the back ground, voices were telling him to holds still and that they knew it hurt but he was bleeding out and he needed to hold still. Terrified, hurt, betrayed voices. Jazz again explained the situation, this time eerily calm.

"I can't go into details over the phone but we're coming to Gotham City to seek Asylum against a law that will get Danny killed. We need you to keep Batman off of our tails until Danny is healed. We'll handle everything from there."

"Healed? Healed from what?" Why did these calls always happen during work. "Jazz, what is happening? You have to give me something if I'm going to protect you guys."

"... My parents cut Danny open, Jim. They cut him open and he's hurt bad. Myself, Danny, and two of our friends are on our way to you now." Jim felt like his jaw hit the floor then snapped back up so hard it gave him whiplash as he sank back in his chair. "Before you ask; no. Hospitals aren't an option. Danny isn't a meta and they weren't violating any laws when they cut him open. Which is why we need you to keep Batman away from us for as long as possible. What... what Danny is shouldn't exist and if anybody gets a hold of him they'll cut him back open, turn him into a super weapon, or destroy him."

"Then why call me. I'm a police commissioner. What makes you sure you can trust me?"

"I'm not. Neither are the others with us but the only thing Danny has said since we saved him is 'Go to Jim'. We're following his lead on this. So... I'm trusting Danny, who has his full trust in you, Jim. Don't let him down."

[fanficcrow]

Catch Me

tasm peter x reader

Ok so, this one isssss technicalllyyyy dual pov, but there’s a lot more of your pov.

a/n: I found a prompt generator :3 As always, no use of y/n! also basically co-written by @petalpaw4 bc of the amount of ideas they’ve given me 💀

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff! maybe light weirdo!peter bc he pretends he’s never met the reader before :3

please rb and comment if you like the story! your words are what help me write <3

Your POV

It all started at the gas station near your apartment.

You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This stuff always happens to you, it’s like you’re a bad luck charm.

The thief’s angry yells jar you out of your state of self reflection. “I swear to god you old hag, if you don’t give me all the money in the register, I'm gonna shoot this bitch!” Suddenly he swings his gun, and now you’re staring right down the barrel.

Your heart stops, more than anything hoping for a hero to show up and save you. Is this really how I’m going to die? You think. That’s really shitty. You had just started college, haven’t even had a chance to really see the world, and now it’s all over? Fuck, this blows.

The woman at the register nearly trips over herself in her rush to get the money out of the register when suddenly, the bell on the door jingles. The thief whips his head around to see who’s there, but before he can even blink his gun shoots out of his hand.

“Woah dude, you gotta be more careful with things like this!” He said, gently tossing the gun up as he shot a web at it, sticking it to the wall. The man’s grip on you slackens, and you shove off of him before stumbling straight into Spider-man.

He catches you deftly with one arm, sending your heart racing. “Did no one ever teach you how to treat a girl? His eyes momentarily darken and you feel a shiver go through you. Apparently some things can make the notorious comedians get serious.

He glances over at you before letting go of your waist. “I’ll take care of this guy for you.” He winks…. or as close as he can get to with that mask on, which doesn’t really have the same effect.

Spider-man had the man wrapped in webs and hanging from the ceiling in a matter of moments. Really, the robber couldn’t have put up less of a fight. It’s like he gave up as soon as spiderman started walking towards him.

“I hope you don’t mind hanging out.” Spider-man said brightly with a small giggle. “Get it, get it; cause I-“ He cut off, noticing the thief’s heated glare.

He sucks in a breath. “Geez, tough crowd, huh.” He says before turning to you.

It was like fireworks. As soon as he locked eyes with you, you were sure you were in love.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I- uhm, I ah.” You fumble. Shit, why aren’t words coming out???! You clear your throat. “Yep, I’m just dandy!” You wince at the crack in your voice.

Spider-man laughs again and you cover your face, burning with shame.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright, I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” He winks at you…. again.

Pretty???? Spider-man thinks I’m pretty????? You’re absolutely sure you’re about to implode when you hear him clear his throat.

“Well, I, um- I have to go! Lots of world-saving to do, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man stuff- you know how it is.” He gives you a quick smile and runs out the door, swinging away before you can even choke out a reply.

Peter’s POV

His heart beats wildly as he swings off into the night. Who would’ve thought that he’d run into her while he was out superheroing?? Just his luck that he would look good in front of the cute barista while he was in a mask. He groans. Just great.

——1 week later——

Your POV

The campus map rustles in your hands as you smooth out the creases. Ever since that run in at the gas station you’ve been more jittery, moving to a new city is stressful enough without running into danger.

Although….. danger might mean seeing him again. You think back on the robbery and how quickly Spider-Man handled the situation. It’s odd, but as soon as spider-man showed up you weren’t scared. Almost like he radiated a calming energy that affected all the people around him.

You put a pause on your daydreaming and actually try to find the class you’re supposed to get to. It’s the first day of college and you only have 2 lectures to get to, but it’s gonna take you a while to find them…

As you walk the map obscures most of your vision, so you don’t notice the boy walking down the sidewalk towards you.

Peter’s POV

Peter walks with his head down, loud music blasting in his ears. Like most of his free time, currently his head is full of plans to ask the cute barista out. He’s thinking through the ending of another fantastical plan when suddenly a girl runs into him, dropping her map.

It flutters away on a chill autumn gust and the girl curses loudly. He turns back to her, apologizing profusely, when he realizes the girl he’s been fantasizing about is standing right in front of him.

“I- I am so sorry…. oh my god..” He curses quietly to himself. “Is there any way I can pay you back?”

She looks at him, and he can’t explain it, but it seems like something briefly flickers along her expression. “It’s fine, the map wasn’t much help anyways.” She chuckles self-deprecatingly and his heart twists. “But…..” She looks up at him. “If you could show me where to find Anthropology 101 I wouldn’t mind.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Peter’s heart leaps. “I have that class!!” He says excitedly. “I could walk you there, since we’re going the same direction anyways.” He looks on eagerly waiting for her response.

Your POV

Your irritation fades as the boy talks, stumbling through his words. He’s so nervous it’s almost funny. “Yeah, sure.” You say. His eyes light up as you nod. “Lead the way!” You gesture vaguely around. “Otherwise we’ll be walking in circles all day.” You chuckle self-deprecatingly.

He nods and starts walking, but before he turns he calls out. “Oh, I’m Peter by the way.”

[theladyram]

Even though you didn’t technically ask for it, here’s a three word prompt!

Brenda/Sharon (obv): “it’ll be fun”

Thanks for the ask! This is only a snippet of the story (because I am long-winded and cannot help myself lol). For anyone that wants to read the whole thing, please feel free to check it out on AO3:

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. ‘specially now that it’s dark and all the lights are on!” Brenda batted her eyelashes at her girlfriend.

“Am I in the Twilight Zone? I’ve practically had to drag you on every roller coaster in this park today. Why ‘Wonder Woman’? Why now?” Sharon asked, stupefied.

“Well, she’s my favorite of all the superheroes, and you know I always call you my own personal Wonder Woman. So I gotta try this ride at least once.” Brenda smiled at Sharon with stars in her eyes and the goofiest of lovesick grins.

The brunette chuckled then leaned in and whispered in Brenda’s ear. “Yes. I remember the first time I found that revealing little Wonder Woman lingerie number waiting for me on the bed the night we moved in together. You had a lasso lying there and everything.” She laughed again.

Brenda gulped, remembering. “Yeah…that was…that was a good night.

So how about it, pretty lady? Just one more ride for the road?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow. “Well, I was ready to go home and offer to take you on another kind of ride, one where you wouldn’t have to wait in line…”

Brenda swallowed hard again.

“…but I wouldn’t want to put a damper on your enthusiasm. Still, I never would have thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh pffft, I’m sure you and all of Major Crimes never would have thought you’d see the day I’d come back to the L.A.P.D. to take your old job as head of FID after you took mine, but here we are!” Brenda laughed, and Sharon shook her head. Her dear girlfriend did have a point.

So the couple got in the very long line for “Wonder Woman Flight of Courage” and waited for their last ride of the evening. Sharon watched as Brenda bit at her nails, chewed on her lip, and whimpered like a scared puppy, more and more with each minute that passed and every step toward the loading platform they took.

The Wonder Woman themed coaster was by far the tallest and fastest coaster at the park, and Sharon was aware that Brenda knew it was her favorite ride of all time. But she also knew that Brenda didn’t just randomly volunteer herself to go on roller coasters, even with Sharon. Although Brenda typically ended up enjoying herself in the end, her anticipatory nerves would usually get the better of her as the pair would advance in line. Once the women were in the coaster car ascending up that first big hill, Brenda would often fall apart, either by going radio silent and eventually squeaking in fear, or if the coaster was a particularly intense one, bursting into tears until the water works quickly evolved into a cackling joyous laughter. If it was a group outing, one of the guys would have to dare her or instigate a challenge to get her on the ride.

Sharon smiled as she remembered the exchange between Brenda and Lieutenant Provenza when the group of friends were all at the park the month before: “I see things in the South haven’t changed much since the Civil War huh? ‘Y’all’ are a bunch of yellow-bellied wimps. They should call you Georgia pansies, instead of peaches. No wonder you lost the war!”

Brenda was very transparent when she was aggravated. She scrunched her face and puckered her lips. Staring straight ahead she would not make eye contact with the lieutenant, refusing to take the bait.

“We all know your lady is the wicked witch, but YOU’RE the cowardly lion, that’s even worse in my opinion.”

Brenda had known Provenza was purposely trying to get a rise out of her, but Sharon watched and knew the instant the chief’s body ignited from head to toe with fiery rage.

“Those are fightin’ words, and you’re gonna eat them!”

For the brilliant manipulator Brenda was, she was also very easy to manipulate in certain situations. And that was all it took for her friends to get her onto the roller coaster “Full Throttle” that day.

But back in the present, Sharon was flummoxed. There had been no begging, no daring, no teasing, or undue influencing. Brenda was actually asking Sharon to go on this ride with her, and not only that, she was asking one of the operators for the front seat! …on this ride of unmatched intensity…this ride that as much as Sharon enjoyed it, was the only roller coaster in the park that Brenda had NEVER been on before. Something was wrong here.

And when something was wrong, Sharon would always take it upon herself to get down to the heart of the issue and resolve it right then and there. But today was an exception. Today they were having too much fun together for Sharon to ask one too many questions and potentially talk Brenda out of the whole thing before they even got on the ride. Today was her and Brenda’s first anniversary since they had begun dating, and there was no way she was going to do anything that might cloud the celebratory spirit of their special day.

Finally, it was their turn. Sharon looked over at Brenda as the gates opened and the operators beckoned the pair over to their seats in the very front car of the train. She had never seen anyone smile and cringe so profoundly at the same time. The blonde looked crazed, and Sharon worried she might faint before the ride even started.

The pair sat down and strapped themselves in. Operators on either side came by to press down on the harnesses to make sure they were safely secured in their seats. Before the young man on Brenda’s side of the aisle could fully pull away, she yelled up at him desperately:

“Do me a favor and give it one more tug, will ya?!”

“Oh Brenda Leigh.” Sharon couldn’t help but giggle.

 The older woman looked around at their surroundings and wondered briefly why the boys hadn’t joined them on this particular escapade. They had spent the day together as they often did now that they were all palsy with one another – all of the men being rather enthusiastic about thrill rides and amusement parks…well, all of them apart from Buzz. But the other guys could talk poor Buzz into just about anything. Sharon laughed again when she remembered his futile shout into the empty California wind about “needing to find new friends” as they all plummeted down the first steep drop of “Twisted Colossus” earlier that day.

But where were they now? Why hadn’t Brenda asked them to join them on “Wonder Woman”? Surely, she’d want the boys to witness her conquering her fears on the biggest baddest ride in Magic Mountain. This was her chance to really stick it to them, especially Provenza.

But Sharon didn’t have any more time to worry about the boys. She was too worried about Brenda. The ride started to slowly wheel them out to where they would be suddenly jettisoned up the 210-foot hill. The entire track, the two Ws logo, and the various surrounding areas were all lit up with gorgeous shimmering red, white and blue lights.  

At first Sharon thought the clicking sound to her left was part of the rhythmic clanking of the chain lift pulling them along the track to their launching spot. When she realized that the sound she was hearing was actually her girlfriend’s chattering teeth, she was immediately consumed with guilt for all the times she had seemingly pressured Brenda into joining her on rides like this one. It was obvious to Sharon now that these experiences were more scary than enjoyable for her.

“Brenda honey listen, I feel just terrible, I don’t want you to think you have to do things like this to make me happy. You make me happy, YOU. On the ground. Not being hurled around in the air or falling down a 90 degree drop at 100 miles-per-hour. And believe me, I’m more than satisfied if the only place I’ll ever hear you scream is in our bed.” She looked over and smiled lovingly as she squeezed her girlfriend’s hand. “And don’t you worry, I won’t ask you to join me on another roller coaster ever again.”

“Oh Sharon, as much as I loved hearin’ you say all that, ‘specially the screamin’ in our bed part, believe you me, I wanted to ride this coaster with you, and every other one you ever asked me on. But more importantly, I got somethin’ I wanna ask YOU right now…right this very second before it’s too late.”

Suddenly Brenda lifted her arm into the air, her left hand and fingers fixed in a thumbs up gesture.

Facing the woman she loved, she smiled and pointed forward with her right.

“Look!” she exclaimed.

Sharon gazed forward and there on the illuminated pedestrian bridge that extended over the piece of coaster track about forty feet in front of them, were all their friends – Provenza, Julio, Mike, David, Andy, and Buzz – lifting up giant poster boards over their heads. Brenda raised her right hand now and gave another thumbs up. The men looked at each other, and then all at once the boards lit up in a spectacular display of red, white and blue lights. Each board showcased a different word in a different color to spell out: SHARON RAYDOR, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Sharon couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and soon she really couldn’t see it anymore because her eyes were filling with tears that were spilling out onto her glasses and blurring her vision.

No one had ever done anything like this for her. And now this wayward, wonderful, beautiful little blonde woman —this woman who at one time had worked overtime at being the bane of her existence—was the one to do it, to make her feel like she was the queen of her universe, the most cherished woman in the world, to make her feel whole for the very first time in her life.

“So, whaddaya say, Wonder Woman?” asked Brenda, waggling her eyebrows. 

Sharon opened her mouth to answer, but in a millisecond the train surged forward at lightning speed sending the couple hurtling up the hill and then careening down it at 120 miles per hour. Sharon had never heard another human being scream like what she heard come out of her girlfriend’s mouth, although as usual, once they were halfway down the first big hill Brenda’s shouting transformed into bellowing laughter. Sharon joined her, with the addition of happy tears sliding down her cheeks. The pair maneuvered so quickly around corners and over mini hills that her tears were carried away by the wind, and Sharon figured the two of them must resemble cartoon characters in the extremity of their expressions that materialized through the course of the ride.

Once their train made it all the way back to the loading station, Brenda remembered she was indeed alive and was still waiting for an answer to her question.

“Well?” Brenda asked with a shaky timbre and a lopsided grin. Her body was still feeling the effects of the coaster ride.

Sharon opened her mouth to answer and happened to look over to her right. She realized not only had their friends made it back to the platform with their signs and were now watching their interactions, but the whole crowd was almost entirely silent, staring intently at the women, seemingly hanging on their every word.

Sharon took her girlfriend’s trembling hands in hers.

“You went through all of this for me, the least I can do is marry you.” She leaned in and passionately captured Brenda’s lips with her own.

The boys, the crowd, and even the ride operators clapped and cheered. Sharon opened her right eye amidst their kiss and watched Mike, Andy, and Julio pick up their lit poster boards and turn them around. She broke the kiss to laugh when she saw they now read: SHE SAID YES!

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

I found out tonight that gore is actually a massive trigger of mine for nausea! 😀👍

My partner convinced me to watch squid games because of a couple characters he really likes, and I’ve enjoyed it a lot, except for the fact that I get a really strong urge to gag whenever there’s a lot of violence (it varies on how intense it is, but it’s always there). I’m almost done season one but I had to turn the tv off after episode six before I threw up on my couch because that shit is intense. (I actually love this show so much though and it’s really frustrating that my inability to stomach all the gore stops me from binging it)

To her to the actual point of this ask, this all got me thinking though about nausea triggers in general, and how different people have different ones. I now wanna know your head cannons for the genshin boys’ (+lumine) nausea triggers outside of straight up being sick, so here’s this ask 

(When I say triggers, I’m thinking like specific smells of sights or thoughts, and whether they’re super sensitive or if it’s just an annoyance)

(Btw, no pressure to answer this quickly, it’s just some food for your brain if you ever want a prompt for going into excessive detail about characters)

Ahh this took me so long to answer, primarily because I wanted to put a lot of thought into answering this and not just rush through it! (Y'all know how I love head canon list. Nausea triggers, how haven't I ever thought of making a headcanon list on that??)

I am gonna make the actual prompt list in a separate post, just because I really want to put a lot of thought into it because that's what makes headcanon lists so fun!

(I really miss the days when people were asking me for all sorts of headcanons and lists, so this makes me so happy and excited 🥹 Thank you so much!)

On a different note, oh man that sucks!! I've never watched squid game, but I've watched a lot of things with heavy violence and gore, and I'm very fortunate to say that I'm not squamish at all in that area. That's gotta suck though, I'm sorry you have to deal with that! May your suffering fuel plenty of sickfics so you at least have something good to take from it!

I'm gonna get on writing that headcanon list, so expect that to be my next post 👀