#there is a fanfiction in the making but it's tough

[snowpoet123]

They were two adults in a car.

An undertaker and a reporter, two professions that relied on being close to disaster.

But the disaster wasn’t there anymore.

[luvrxbunny]

homecoming ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i wrote this at like 3:30am 🦢

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MNDI, really light choking, dry humping, piv, some praise, oh and some hair pulling but i feel like joel miller smut = some hair pulling.. with me at least cus like.. THE CURLS (not proofread and much longer than intended)

okay so Joel coming back from a trip, maybe it wasn’t even super long, a week or so but nothing you guys haven’t weathered before.

but for some reason; maybe it’s been a long time since he was away from you for even a day.. Joel all but loses his mind without you.

it’s like he goes into heat or something. like his body knows that he can’t have you and suddenly its craving you 10x its usual amount.

he comes back late at night, near midnight. all the guys wanted to take shelter for the night, arrive at the community in the morning but Joel hadn’t mentally prepared himself for another night without you. he refused to go another night without you.

you’re snug in bed when he crawls in. you’re pulled from your sleep by the dip in the bed but you instantly recognize the broad chest pressing against your back.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. you reach over his face as he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you, poking you in the back with a feeling you’ve missed.

“is this okay? i’ve missed you so much, love.” you only hum in response, arching your back so he can grind against the plush of your ass, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into the back of your neck as he starts humping you. “we can stop if you’re sleepy, baby.. shit.” his arm comes to wrap around you.

his forearm stretches diagonally across your torso as he cups your blood with his palm, using you for leverage to grind himself more forcefully into your ass. “could- oh god.. mmm we could w-wait for— until the—”

“baby, shut up.” is all you mumble before twisting to finally devour his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you’ve ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

you turn back around to bury your face in the pillow in front of you, too uncomfortable with your body twisted but leaving your hand to play with his hair. “needed me this bad, baby?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he’s acting.

all you get in response is a growl from Joel before his hand leaves your boob to flip your body around, letting you face him, letting you— for the first time— really take in his disheveled state.

his hair is mussed— definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds to not disturb the silence of the night. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“i’ve needed you more that air, dove. been craving your soft body, your- fuck- your sweet sounds.” his voice gets high near the end of the sentence, only reminding you of his need. “swear i’ve been seeing you in the stars at night. m’losin my goddamn mind over ya’.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you’ve started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with Joel’s incessant movements against you.

you stay silent, let him release wet moans into your skin as you take matters into your own hands.

you grab his waist band and pull the buttons apart so roughly you may have broken them. you keep up your urgent demeanor as you free his cock from its confines.

his hips don’t stop moving as you fumble with his pants, he grinds against the air, your hands and your wrists, anything he can reach.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you quickly pull your panties aside and shove him in.

he’s surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he’s been dreaming of, craving, fiending for over the course of the past week.

his head is finally pulled from your neck as he sits up a bit with his hand on your throat, his index finger and thumb holding your jaw in place as he forces you to look him in the eye.

his brows are furrowed and there’s a look of confusion and a softness that feels like begging in his eyes. you’re waiting for him to scold you, remind you who’s in charge, that you don’t do anything without his permission first. but instead he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he’s been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he’s never able to get the full thing out. “there you go, sweetheart. just like that.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he’s ramming into your g-spot like he’s been searching for it for weeks. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when Joel pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you’re not all there, that you’re holding on by a thread for him. it fills his chest with pride.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. “it’s okay, baby.. m’here now.”

Joel lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. “you don’t gotta be all tough anymore.” it feels as though he’s opened up a new channel inside your pussy, like he’s reaching places that weren’t accessible before. like he’s reached heaven, inside you. “you can let go, darlin’.”

you explode.

its that godforsaken southern drawl of his. whenever he talks to you in his low, smooth voice, like pouring warm honey right into your ear, filling your brain with sweetness. you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn’t even been aware of how badly you’d been craving him.

you knew you missed him of course, but you thought you’d be satisfying yourself decently in his absence.

you obviously had forgotten when your orgasms feel like when they belong to Joel.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don’t feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and Joel tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxed as your soak his cock in your juices.

Joel fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the bed. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat his cock, giving him a milky sheen, an award for his actions and a reminder of your own craving for him.

it’s more than a punch in the gut, it’s like he’s been completely winded, like someone has punctured his lungs and crushed his heart inside his chest.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with its seed.

Joel almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he’s too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after a week of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

“love you s’much.” Joel mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re my perfect girl, y’know that? everything i dream of, everything pure.” you feel that terrifying warmth spread through your chest, that intense, buzzing love that blooms in your chest whenever he opens his mouth.

“i know, joey.” your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum. “i love you so much more, y’know that?”

he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. “no way.” he sighs against your skin. “ain’t possible.” he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

his lips just barely ghost over the area as he falls asleep, his cock warm and soaked inside you.

a horrid surprise for Tommy when he tries to welcome his brother home with a “gourmet” breakfast in bed service.

[sunfuqr]

So my Favorite Part in the book is one little scene near the very end, i don't remember exactly where, but Ponyboy pulls a broken pop bottle on some socs who try to fuck with him because the kid is just sick and tired of being fucked with ig. who can blame him, right?

anyway the socs peace the fuck out bc Pony meant Business and they could tell. Then Two-bit appears from stage left (he was right behind him with Steve ready to back Pony up) and is understandably kind of freaked out. Pony is changing and I imagine it's kinda scary that the baby of the gang is growing up BUT-

Pony starts picking up the glass and it's just? Two-bit is relieved and Pony doesn't get it but it's fine. The important parts of Pony are still there, even if he's getting a little rougher around the edges. He's staying Gold, but he's also getting wise to the world. Both Johnny and Dally kinda got what they wanted, even if it's still really unfair, and Ponyboy is gonna be okay.

[achaotichuman]

When you come up for a cool plot detail for your fic but don't remember if you said something in earlier chapters that would contradict it, so you're going through the whole fic desperately making sure you don't accidentally make a retcon.

[demonbarberofbeepbeep]

hurt/comfort lucy barker save me

[formalmess]

here we are, yet again! we’ve got some familiar and brand new faces this chapter. what shenanigans will luigi get himself into this time? read and find out... mwahaha... >:3c

[gallawitchxx]

🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤

here's the 44th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: i lose, to watch you win by @energievie

catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly! [ read scenes one & two in their entirety ON AO3 ]

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Ian leans in again, pressing his lips to Mickey’s in a peck that lingers too long on the pull back.

Suddenly, a woman pushing a stroller passes on their right, her tiny tot giggling at a volume that pulls both of their attention; their limbs a flurry as they step back—the Southside having shaped them both.

This is part where Mickey’d clam up, take space, push away, but those demons are suspiciously silent, replaced with foolish notions of love and grandeur. Like he’d lose, just to watch Ian win.

He blushes, straightening his spine. “Alright, alright, I’m fucking starving.”

[popchoc]

for clexa, angst 19 please?

You Didn’t Just Break Promises, You Broke Me Clarke & Lexa — The 100 (ep. 3x03)

After a short knock, Lexa re-entered Clarke's room with one of her dresses delicately draped over her arm - careful to avoid any wrinkling. She caught Clarke in front of the mirror, which in any other situation would have made her smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this for us?" she asked, her jaw tight with tension.

Clarke, about to finish her last braid, turned towards her. "I am," she answered, "But I'm not doing anything for you."

The emphasis on the last word wasn't hard to miss. This you was meant to be singular. This you was for her and for no one else.

Swallowing hard, Lexa avoided Clarke's stern glare. There were not many people who could make her feel small, but somehow Clarke didn't even have to try. With her eyes stuck on the floor, she mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"You said that already."

"Because it's true. If I'd known th—"

"—that you would ruin everything?" Clarke snapped, cutting her off before she could finish. 

Lexa didn't reply. She did force herself to look back up and meet Clarke's gaze though, despite the way it made her feel. She'd hated those moments when Clarke had been angry with her, but right now she would give anything to see her like that again. Anything not to see her in pain, which was a thousand times worse.

"You know, you didn’t just break promises," Clarke went on, her voice more quiet now, almost calm, "you broke me."

She watched how Lexa let her reproach sink in, before abruptly spinning away from her, just like she'd done a season ago. Yet unlike last time, she didn't leave. She just moved to the big window at her left to take in the land far down beneath her - or so Clarke presumed, as she could now only see her back.

"I know," Lexa simply said.

Clarke looked at her. Not at the army commander, not at the blood-stained warrior that betrayed her, but at her—the girl underneath all that. The girl with whom she'd spent all those weeks. Who she had come to know and appreciate for who she really was. Who she had come to care about, and who cared about her too - or so she thought.

Not Heda. Lexa.

Lexa, who had managed to find her, to capture her - only to realize this wasn't Clarke. Not anymore. The traces of the past months were clear, written all over her. The once smooth skin now harmed and shattered by life and battle in the wilderness. The soft, pleading eyes that she'd stared into right before they'd parted now hardened, lying dark and deep in their sockets. Lexa had been visibly shocked by the dirt, the scrapes, the bruises; berating those who'd brought her in.

But Clarke wasn't talking about her time in the woods. If anything, those days of survival and solitude had only strengthened her. Nor was she referring to the reason she ended up there. How it had been the treachery at Mount Weather that had made her lose everything: starting with her innocence, then her home, her people, and—eventually—herself. 

No, it hadn't been the action, the war they'd been in, that had given her the final blow. It had been the person. It had been the fact that Lexa, of all people, had broken her trust, and with it, a part of her. A real part.

Most likely her heart.

Because life had been chaos. From the moment she'd set foot on earth there had been conflict, danger, loss. Always, all the time, with not a minute to spare to even think about anything else. About anyone other than those who needed her. Let alone about herself; her own feelings, her own desires.

When Lexa had kissed her, it had awakened something in her. She knew that the moment their lips touched. But she also knew she needed time. Her mistake was believing she had some. Believing Lexa understood, cared enough to respect that… and would wait for her.

Clearly, she was wrong.

Lexa had literally turned her back at her. Deserted her. It had been a slap in the face for many reasons, but more than anything it had been the true realization what she'd meant to her.

Yet the worst part still had to come.

In the months after Clarke hadn't been alone. Lexa had been with her - all the freaking time. Whatever she'd tried, whichever distraction she'd sought, from fighting panthers to sleeping with Niylah, Lexa had never left her mind. And not just in the hating-her-guts-way, a feeling that she at least supported. No, the truly destroying part was the fact that she'd kept longing for her.

She had many reasons to be angry with Lexa, but the truth that she still had such a hold on her, after all she'd done, made her hate this girl even more. And with it, herself...

Clarke blinked, breaking her stare, then sighed deeply.

"I don't think you do."

Slowly, Lexa faced her again. To Clarke's surprise, she didn't fight her, didn't tell her wrong. She just nodded, in the most subtle way. It was nothing, really, yet when their eyes locked, they shared a look of careful understanding. One that seemed to say: we've taken ten steps back, but maybe, just maybe, this could be a small one forward?

Clearing her throat, it was Lexa who eventually broke their silence.

Holding up the dress, she said, "I think this should work," before swiftly leaving it on the bed on her sudden way out. "I'll be in the throne room, waiting for you."

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[sakis-sweets]

could u do a budo/osoro fic?

sorta gives me the same vibes as aoi/osoro but also seems opposite? either way i am super intrigued and i have the perfect idea

Osoro stared at the walkway to Akademi from the street below. From here, she couldn't even see the school that she'd just been suspended from. She wouldn't be allowed to see it again for seven weeks. The sheer unfairness of the situation was enough to make her boil over with rage, but what could be done? It's not like she wasn't used to standing up against the rest of the world. So she did all she could; turn heel and-

"Hey, Shidesu-san," came a deep voice from behind and above. Osoro looked back up at the top of the walkway, only to see someone from the martial arts club. Osoro raised a brow as he ran down the hill to meet her. "Um..." Now that he was face to face with the school's allegedly most dangerous student, he seemed to be at a loss for words. "Er, first of all, are you okay?"

"... Hah?"

However, the student didn't seem fazed by her attitude, for whatever reason. "I mean... well, I hate to say it, but rumors spread fast here." Ah. So he knew that she'd been suspended. "I'm not going to ask what you did, but I do have something else to ask you about."

"Say it, then. I'm not supposed to be loitering around here."

"Just hear me out. Once you get back, why don't you join the martial arts club?"

"Are you out of your mind?" Osoro nearly shouted, turning to fully face him.

The student's hands flinched, as if about to be raised in defense, but he kept his arms at his sides. "I'm perfectly sane," he insisted. "Everyone knows how strong you are. If you used your strength for something constructive, I'm sure people would stop talking behind your back."

Osoro scoffed. "As if. People will think what they want, no matter what. I shouldn't have to work my ass off to change their minds."

"Even if those people are in charge of your academic record?"

Osoro gritted her teeth and glared at the boy, using all of her restraint to stop herself from stepping over the line separating school property from the public sidewalk. "Listen, bastard, I know what game you're playing at. 'All she needs is discipline! If the martial arts club can reform someone like her, then surely they're a club worth joining, right?' But I'm not at all interested in your stupid PR campaign, so fuck off." Osoro turned again, storming away from the school, until he spoke again.

"Were you able to heal its wing?"

Osoro froze in her tracks, staring at the ground. How...?

"I saw you, months ago. You were the only one who stopped to help that bird. You even made sure there wasn't a mother who might be looking for it. You held it as gently as you could, took it home, and nursed it back to health. I'm right, aren't it?" Osoro trembled. She held her hands in such tight fists that her knuckles turned white. The student couldn't see her face, but he kept talking.

"No one else knows the truth about you, but I do. You're actually a very kind person, aren't you?"

Osoro grimaced at his words, even as tears pricked at her eyes and she struggled to breathe. No one, not even her own family, had ever called her kind before. Her father only cursed at her, if he wasn't outright ignoring her. What other language could she use than what she'd grown up hearing? How else could she act when her only example was from someone who was never kind to her? She had no idea how to communicate that she really wanted to be a good person, even to the boys that had started following her around a short while ago. Only this one had truly seen her.

"I... c-can't believe... you saw something like that."

"If you join my club, I can help everyone else see it. I know you have a strong sense of justice. That's all you need."

Osoro choked out a laugh. "What about your club leader? There's no way she'll accept me, even with your recommendation."

"Actually, as of today, I'm the leader of the martial arts club."

Osoro whipped around to face him, her cheeks still sparkling from her tears. The student grinned proudly, and now Osoro saw the bandages and bruises peeking out from under his gi. "I finally beat my senpai while sparring, and she passed leadership of the club onto me. That means the club's roster is up to me."

Osoro's lips curved upwards into a clumsy, unsteady smile. "Who the hell even are you?"

"My name is Budo Masuta!" the martial arts club leader declared. "When you return from your suspension, please consider joining my martial arts club!"

Osoro was completely blindsided. She didn't know what to say or how to act. Finally, she muttered, "I'll... think about it."

"In that case, before you go..." Budo stepped over the line off of school property and held out his phone. "Let's trade numbers. Y'know, in case you need some help with studying, or... just some company in general." Osoro blinked, noticing that the tips of his ears had turned red. "A-And, um... if you're ever up to spar or something, I'd like to learn more about your style of fighting. Or to see that bird, or... just learn anything else that you think people should know."

Osoro felt an unfamiliar sensation; blood was rushing through her veins to fill her cheeks and neck. Her heart raced and she felt light-headed. Was she sick? "U-Um... let's just trade numbers for now. I really have to head home..."

"Ah, right!" Budo stammered, rubbing the back of his head as the two of them turned on their devices' infrared. "Sorry to take up so much of your time." Their phones beeped and were put away.

Osoro and Budo stared at each other for a good five seconds before looking away. "Um... bye." Osor began briskly walking away.

"I'll text you!" Budo called after her.

His words reverberated in her head. When did she feel so sweaty? Osoro suddenly thought that she was glad to have been expelled; it would give her time to recover from whatever this malady was.

The sooner she recovered, the sooner she could see him again - the only person who ever believed in her. The very thought that she might not be alone anymore was enough motivation to keep her moving forward.

[134340am]

(re: my wip list lol)  

i... am literally speechless :-( /pos thank you so much for telling me this 😭

[itstimetodrew]

Normniles……

[poisonandpages]

As a horror fan and a fanfiction reader I love a Scream AU as much as the next bitch but sometimes people will be like "Scream AU where this character makes the calls and that character does the killing 😈" and it'll be about two characters who in canon would likely need a third character's help to kill a spider.

[evasive-anon]

Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

[artofapeach]

Remember that stoneman85 guy that you hear a while back. I forgot to mention that guy sexualize his characters WHO ARE 16. He also laziness steal stuff from other media. For example. For one of his story, he rip off starfire, her powers, her backstory and costume and claim it inspiration. God I hope he doesn’t find zoophobia, he was just make jack a Mary Sue, rip off some zp fan kids, just Damian make evil, ignore rusty being gay and ruined my girl Cameron

Yeah, I remember him! I didn't find his stuff all that bad, but I also barely read more than the first chapter (which were way long wwww)

But hey! Your feelings about him are valid! Feel free to vent to me if you need to! I love being a listening ear!

Buuuuuuut I also love to talk, so if you don't wanna read my thoughts, ignore the tags X3

[mactavishsgfandwife]

141 When They’re Sick

bilingual privilege is using your second language to scribble down notes for your tumblr fanfiction in class with the reassurance that no one else will be able to understand what you’re writing 😋 pure fluff (not proofread)

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

soap has such man flu vibes

i just know he will have a little cold from never dressing appropriately for the english weather (he thinks he can tough it out) (he can’t) and then lays on the sofa for a week, miserable and constantly pining for your attention

he loves a cup of tea when he’s sick but he also swears that irn bru has magic restorative qualities, and "that’s how i keep m’physique, bonnie"

Johnny groans, rubbing his face with his palm as he lays stretched out over the sofa, his feet resting on one arm and a hot water bottle flopped lazily over his stomach. For the most part, the grunts and sighs seem genuine, but you could swear that he makes sure to emphasise his suffering when you walk past, just to let you know what a big strong boy he’s being for dealing with his sore throat and slight headache.

"Head hurts…" he groans, holding a forearm over his eyes to shield them from the light.

"I know, honey… you want a paracetamol?" you pat his head, trying to hide your little, sympathetic laugh.

"Nah, only just had one… Y’could gimme a kiss, though," he grinned up at you, his tone lightening a little.

"Ew! Stop, I don’t want your germs," you laugh, pulling your hand away from his hair.

"Aww, c’mon… might make me feel better," Johnny teases, sitting up a little (he wasn’t really that weak in the first place) and holds your wrist so you can’t escape. When you see the stupid, irritating grin on his face, you know you don’t really care about germs. You just want to kiss him.

Captain John Price

price, when he’s feeling ill, likes to be looked after - the number one cure for ANY of this man’s problems is a warm bath

he loves it when you act like a little housewife for him, running him a warm bath and bringing him a constant stream of cups of tea - sometimes he’ll pretend to be sicker than he is for a little longer than he has to just for a day or two more of being doted on by you. not that you don’t do that anyways.

but he’s a menace when you try to go off shopping or to work - he lays a strong, hairy arm over you, mumbling something about being sick and needing you to stay

if you massage his back and shoulders when he’s feeling sick, he will be so happy. it takes a little longer than when he rubs your back because there’s just more of him, with his broad shoulders and muscular dad-bod (yum)

You have John laying on his front, on the bed, arms crossed under his head. His hair is damp, getting the bedsheets a little wet beneath him, and he has a soft white towel wrapped loosely around his hips - he smells strangely like lavender (he definitely used your shower gel instead of his because yours is nicer - you pretend not to notice, as your hands gently move up and down his sore back).

He’s managed to come down with a bad cold the day after an intense workout, so his body is totally exhausted and nothing really appeals to him other than laying down. Being as fit as he is, you wouldn’t expect him to be in such a state, but the man needs a break and it’s plain to see.

The soft light from the nice-smelling candles that you’ve lit on the bedside table plays in his wet hair, which you gently comb your fingers through.

"You been using my products again, hmm?" you grin with a gentle tone, leaning in closer to him.

"Sorry love…" he starts to respond, his voice a little hoarse.

"It’s okay," you laugh softly, nuzzling your face into his back as you lower yourself on top of him, like a weighted blanket. Your soft hands wrap gently around his scarred sides, as little sighs of contentment leave your mouth.

"What happened to my back rub?" he teases, feeling your body laying against him. Still, he doesn’t a muscle to stop you from cuddling up to him.

As you keep quiet, enjoying the warmth of his body, he chuckles and pulls himself into a more comfortable position below you.

"That’s alright, sweetheart…" he replies to your silence.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

simon would try to be an unphased tough guy but he’d have little moments of weakness

he’d insist that he’s not that sick while taking paracetamol and drinking tea constantly, pulling you close to him as often as he can and being clingier than usual (he’s always touchy, but he is particularly reliant on you now)

he’s in a terrible mood, but just resting his head on your shoulder or holding you while you work helps him… better yet, he loves it when you’re sitting on the sofa and working on your laptop, or watching a film, and he gets to lay down with his head in your lap - with your soft fingers occasionally brushing through his short hair

he’s a tough guy, but when it’s just you and him, he can just lay down with his girl without worrying about being ghost. he’s just simon - poorly simon, with his sweet girlfriend taking care of him.

Phone in your hand, you quietly text your friend about her crazy ex boyfriend and the dress that she’s going to wear out tonight - the red one or the other red one, with the different neckline? You look up to the doorway to see a tall, tired man walk into the sitting room - 6’4", dressed in an old grey hoodie and a pair of pyjama bottoms, ruffling his hair and looking utterly exhausted.

"Thought you were asleep, Si…"

"Can’t sleep," he mumbles gruffly, silently moving towards you and finding a spot to lay his head - right in your lap, his feet resting on the opposite arm of your big sofa.

Understanding his fatigue, you sigh softly and stroke his head as it lays against you. His skin is pale, showing his sickness, and his eyes look tired and dry. A little groan escapes his lips as he shuffles on the sofa, trying to make himself comfortable.

"Love you, darling…" he whispers softly, his eyes shutting in preparation to finally sleep.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

i feel like kyle’s love language is food

if you make that man a curry or a good spag bol, he will secretly be making plans to propose to you as he eats it

and that’s all the more true when he’s ill or tired out - some comfort food home cooked by you would mean the world

Gaz had a bad cold and had been hibernating in bed all day, mostly asleep but occasionally watching the football or texting Soap to complain about how sick he is. As you walked into the room, brandishing a bowl of spaghetti carbonara, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, what’s this?" he grins, his voice a little hoarse.

"Carbonara. For you," you chuckle, placing it down on his bedside table, "I have some work stuff to finish, I-"

"Y’could just stay with me instead. I’ve been locked up in here all day," he teases.

"You’ve been asleep all day! I really need to… well…"

"Come on, baby."

You struggle to hide the grin that’s creeping onto your face, not wanting to procrastinate your work any longer (this wasn’t the first time Kyle has stolen you away from typing up emails) but he got what he wanted when, a moment later, you were cuddled up to him. Wearing his tshirt and your underwear, with your head resting on his shoulder.

"Oh my God, this is so good!" he chuckles, eating, voice still strained from the sore throat. He’s mostly just happy to have you next to him (oh, as well as the pasta).

gaz is my babyyyyyyy i don’t think you guys get it 😣😣😣 this took an age and a half to write i hope it’s up to standard thanks for reading!! xx

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

JJK Men General Relationship Headcanons

Note: my first writing hope yall like it... feel free to leave requests

WC: 1.1k

CW: None just fluff

Neutral!reader x gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso

GOJO SATORU

Bro is a menace. Will make you question why you are dating him everyday. He just likes making you mad yk those types of guys that flirt with you by being mean to you. HE'S ONE OF THEM

Spoils tf out of you. I feel like he would give you gifts and he definitely makes a big deal about it. He loves LOUD

Definitely the type to make you wear a G-letter necklace and you can NEVER take it off. I’m crying 

 His love language is physical touch. No arguing. He NEEDS to be touching you 24/7. Hugs from behind are his favorite omg and with him so tall and all. My ass is 5’9 and he’s 6’4 just ughhhhhh 

Random thought but I feel like he's a nail biter. Yeah he acts cool and all but, that's how that mf relieves his anxiety. He be munchin fr. So if yall bite your nails too (i do) you can bond with that 

GETO SUGURU

Ah Geto! I feel like he's the type of guy that is quiet around everyone else besides you. He opens up to you and tells you everything when he gets comfortable.

He also spoils you but it’s more quiet in a way. Yk how people say private but not a secret. That’s yalls relationship. 

He loves loves loves calling I feel. He will always facetime or call. When he's playing videos or smth yall are on the phone. 

Love Language is definitely acts of service. He cooks and cleans, Definitely has GREAT hygiene. He just always smells so yummy. 

Random thought but, he definitely always wears a hair tie on his wrist. For you or for him but mostly for you. Also weirdly he also always has chapstick. Pookie don’t have not one crack in them luscious lips. The flavor imma has to say good old strawberry. 

NANAMI KENTO 

WHEN I TELL YOU I CREAMED MY PANTIES the day I saw a tiktok where it said he was 200lbs. IMAGINE that hunk of a man smothering you in kisses and cuddles. OMG I love this man. 

He’s like Geto. He loves you quietly. But he's the type of man that would date to marry. You bet your ass he's gonna marry you. I wanna marry him. Everyone wants to marry him. 

He loves coming home from work just to be with you. You are his peace. I feel like he’d like bag rubs and he’d like giving you sum too yk. You feel me. 

Love language is definitely quality time. Imagine baking bread with him. OMG i love baking guys i’d bake him anything. But yeah cute little date yall can have. So cute so domestic. 

Random thought but I feel like he’d ask for you to iron his clothes yk since he always wears a suit. Like he could def do it himself but he just likes watching you do it. He def has that “in love” stare while watching you. NANAMI 

TOJI FUSHIGURO

DADDY

I feel like out of all the guys for him he would take the longest to fall in love with you or actually realize that he has feelings for you but, once he realizes he's WHIPPED 

He’d do anything.. Tell him to go to the store no questions asked. You don’t feel like cooking. He’ll try his be… yall are ordering food. Need a foot rub, he's right there on the couch with you watching whatever show YOU like rubbing your feet. 

I'm sorry but I have them daddy issues. Like if yall argue or smth and he makes you cry or makes you upset, he doesn’t mean too. He'd feel so bad and he’d be the BEST comforter (is that a word?). Like he just holds you and stuff and apologizes. 

Love language… This a tough one. Imma go with words of affirmation. I feel like he takes pride in being told he's doing smth good yk. Hes just trying his best to not fuck up another relationship yk so please tell that poor baby he’s doing good. 

Random thought but let's say in my little world of fanfiction he never left Megumi. It'd be important to him that Megumi likes the woman he’s with yk. Let that motherly instinct kick in. 

CHOSO KAMO

THE LITERAL LOML. 

YOU have to teach him how to be in a relationship. He won’t know nun. Like yes he knows women and men like each other, they get married and shit, and have babies. But he doesn’t know how to yk romance you ig. BUT YOU BEST BELIEVE HE WILL TRY THE HARDEST

He will def be the type to ask around and read up on it. Bringing you flowers and chocolate yk little gifts here and there. Always telling you he loves you and DATES so many dates. He wants everyone to know yall are together. HE IS YOURS. He’d def be the type to ask, “can i be your bf?” instead of “be my gf” yk. Yall know what i'm talkin bout.

Not that this man has anything to be insecure about but, I feel like once he is out in the public and stuff he notices that no one has any marks like his over his nose. He’d just feel a little uncomfortable but don’t let him. KISS HIS MARK PLEASEEEEE. God he blush so much and that embarrassment about it will fade completely. SO CUTE i just wanna nibble him. 

Love language.. I could literally write a 5 page essay with works cited on how he could be all 5 but, well go with physical touch rn. The first time yall kissed, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. He def pulled away with his eyes still closed savoring the moment. He literally is always kissing you and hugging you. He's so clingy in a good way. Always holds your hand in public. DO NOT SPLIT THE POLE. He would be on the verge of tears (I'm being dramatic). 

Random thought but he’d def be the type of guy who would be like “let me ask my gf.” He knows he doesn’t need your permission to do stuff but he just likes telling you and letting you know. He so ugh…i just want him in my pocket is that too much to ask.