#trying to respond to all pending requests

[nickybloodhead]

M I N E

All day you had been gone and James missed you, every now and then he would look at the clock, watching the minutes and hours tick by and you still didn't show up. He had no problem with you going out with your friends, but come on, why should it take you so long?

The moment you walked through the door, you saw James walking towards you with a frown on his face.

"Where were you?" There was no warm welcome home, just a complaint, you narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Hello to you too, and I went out for drinks with my friends" He continued to frown and followed you as you made yourself comfortable, taking off your jacket and boots, it was a little late and you wanted to rest, but he had other plans. He put his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"I hate it when you go out all day, you're mine and I miss you" he grumbled against your neck, giggled softly. So that's what was keeping him in a bad mood.

"Well, now you have me here and we can do whatever you want" You turned to look him in the eyes and smiled sweetly at him, you expected him to take you to bed to cuddle up and rest all night in each other's arms, however the mischievous smile that grew on his face let you know right away that it wasn't to be.

***

James had you in a mating press, balls deep in you as he moved in and out of your hole, both gasped, your fingernails scratched his back with each rude thrust. The moment you mentioned that he could do whatever he wanted, it didn't take him long to grab you by the waist and push you onto the couch to kiss you, he was really needy, as his hard bulge pressed against your pussy as he devoured your mouth. He had no intention of being tender or making love to you, he ripped off your clothes and spread your legs, ripping open your panties so he could get right into your pussy. He started slow as usual but as soon as he heard your first moan, he gave free rein to his desire, his hands pressed your thighs to your chest to fuck you thoroughly.

"Shit, you take me so good, look how deep I am inside you" His mouth was half open as he buried himself in you, he was completely drunk with desire. His hands holding you to keep you from moving too much, he was using you as his personal plaything and you couldn't be more okay with that.

He leaned in to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss, you bit his lips as he growled, for a moment he pulled away just a few inches and held your chin, then he let a thick trickle of drool slide down to your mouth, he covered your lips with the palm of his hand and smiled arrogantly at you. "Now, be good for me and swallow it."

You opened your eyes surprised and turned on by what he had just done, you tasted his saliva and swallowed it as he commanded, your cheeks were red from the dirty act, but one that had delighted you. James smiled haughtily and thrust his hips harder, drawing a needy moan from you.

"Dirty slut, taking my drool, so thirsty for me" There was a smug laugh that reverberated throughout the living room, as he took your hole and molded it to his whim. James was so far gone into himself, only seeking his pleasure through your body, his girl's body. Your voice had gone hoarse from moaning so much, so only little squeals of pleasure were all that could be heard from you, you couldn't help but be horny, not with the way James was using you.

But you were especially losing your mind a little over that disgusting act that you wanted again, so silently and waiting for him to get the message, you opened your mouth, begging with your eyes for him to do it again, to spit in your mouth.

James felt his cock twitch at the sight of you so hussy, it seemed you had enjoyed being fed with more than one of his fluids, he smiled at that and stuck his thumb between your lips, pressing your tongue down.

You wanted to taste him again but he just teased you, fucking you harder, his hands squeezing your flesh hard enough to leave bruises, a shudder ran through you at the thought of all the marks that would be on your body, marks that proved who you belonged to.... James Hetfield was a greedy bastard.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a spit filled your mouth cavity, you gasped as you felt the amount of drool dripping down, you must be quite the perverse image of depravity now, however, you took it as you knew James wanted it and smiled at him in such a pure and innocent way that made him lose it.

"Hell, you're as fucked up as me and I love you" He kissed you with abandon as his hips increased the pace, his fingers rubbed your sensitive bud until it was hypersensitive, making you both cum hard; you were sure the whole neighborhood had heard you, but fuck it.

His load kept filling your womb until it overflowed out of you, his hips slowly stopped as you both came down from the top, you yourself were a mess of your wetness, shit, you sure had ruined the couch.

Both of you were barely breathing normally, James pulled out of you and collapsed on the couch as your legs were stretched from the position he had kept you in, you felt a sharp pain in your back and knees, that had certainly been a rough session, you were exhausted and didn't think you would be able to make it to bed on your own.

James noticed your wince so he hurried to massage your limbs, he might be tired, but he never let aftercare go forgotten, especially when he was so hard on you. His hands relaxing your sore spots felt like heaven, you hummed contentedly and with the little strength you had left you cuddled up to him, your face buried in his neck.

"You know... Fucked up or not, I love you too," you murmured against his skin and left a soft kiss before falling unconscious on top of him. James smiled, you were definitely the one, the only one he needed in his life.

Wow, this took a while but it was an anon request, for some reason the request was lost to anchor it with the story but here it is anon, I hope you like it and sincerely... I'd let James spit in my mouth, too

[randomchaosyay]

Pretty Boy - Amethio

I would marry him in a heartbeat 💗

I know I have pending requests but I wrote this at 3am against my better judgement

Warnings: None

Reader gender not specified

Amethio wasn’t good with affection, or surprise visits. That being said, you probably should’ve warned him before going over to surprise him. By surprise what you really meant was that the rest of your group was on vacation and you were assigned to help him since you two made such a great team.

It’d been a while since you’d seen him in person, always having other simple tasks to do. You and Thio always kept in touch via text though. It took him a while but now when you asked how his day went, he didn’t just say fine, he actually delved into the details. The progress was slow but you loved him all the same. You knew affection is hard for him but you love that he’s trying, just for you.

Reaching where your pretty boy, Zirc, and Conia are, you took a breathe and steeled yourself for the chaos that was going to ensue when you entered the building with a bag of freshly baked sweet treats.

As soon as you entered, the chatter stopped as they looked at you for a second. Then they were instantly lunging for the baked goods in your hands, Amethio getting to them first surprisingly. Zirc and Conia let out small groans of disappointment, before practically tackling you in a group hug.

They gave you the run down on what was happening and the progress so far. You didn’t have the heart to tell them that Thio already told you everything when they were so glad you were back on the team. A few seconds after they finished the run down Zirc tapped Conia’s shoulder and whispered something in her ear, causing her to leave with a promise of catching up soon.

That just left you and Amethio in the room together.

You ran over to him and tackled him in a hug which he stiffly returned. You moved back so you two were now sitting up on the couch with you on his lap facing him.

“I missed you, pretty boy”

“I missed you too” Amethio responded, hesitantly and awkward.

You took a moment just to stare at him, to take in all of his features once again. He really was beautiful. You knew Amethio wasn’t comfortable giving affection, but in the time that you had been dating he had gotten used to the way you showed your love for him.

The rest of the day was spent sitting with your pretty pretty boy, just enjoying each others company and lazily eating the food brought, together on the couch.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Personal Torture

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: fluff / gym au

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: a lot of body soreness lol

Word count: 898

Author’s Note: I wrote this from experience – well, minus that I didn’t have Bang Chan to help me recover. But the rest was very much so written in the moment.

“Easy… take it slow.”

You whimpered as you slowly descended onto the couch, no part of your body quiet in its protests. The strong hands around your biceps supporting you were a pleasure and a pain, and when you finally sunk deeply into the cushion beneath you, you were relieved when Chan let go.

Crouching down in front of you, your boyfriend tried hard not to laugh at your expense. It made his soft guidance over to the couch seem irrelevant as your eyes – thankfully not hurting in any way – glowered at him. “You okay there?”

“I’m going to hurt you.”

He bit his lip briefly. “I don’t think you can, not at least for a day or two. Besides, if you hurt me, who is going to help you into the shower once I’ve fed you?”

Grumbling at his smart response, you tried to fold your arms across your chest in annoyance. Instead, you winced as your armpits, of all places, ached with the stretch. Christ, was there a part of your body where you wouldn’t ache after today? You let out a huff of air. “I’m never going again.”

“Yes, you will. It was your first session. It makes sense your body would ache afterwards.”

“This much? I feel like I’ve been put into a tumble dryer and thrown about for an hour.”

Chan couldn’t hold back a snort. “It’ll get easier when your body grows accustomed to exercising. I promise.”

“Did you hurt like this the first time?” you asked, looking at your boyfriend’s athletic shape. You then scrunched your nose. “Never mind, I’m sure you came out of the womb this fit.”

Laughing now, Chan patted your knees gently and grimaced when you whined in displeasure. “I don’t remember. I was always pretty active as a kid. And whilst the imagery of baby me coming out with abs is frighteningly hilarious, you’ve seen photos of me as a kid.”

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. It was one thing joining the gym and mucking around on the cardio machines. But a personal trainer? Chan, I just paid a woman sixty dollars to kill me.”

“You’re still alive.”

“My last breath is pending. I’m pretty sure if I try to stand up again, that will be my final act.”

“You’re going to be fine,” he insisted, moving into the kitchen and clanging things about. “I bet as soon as I’ve fed you and then gotten you into a shower to ease the ache in your muscles, you’ll be right as rain.”

“It took me twenty minutes to get inside from the car before, remember?”

“Fifteen of that was you telling me you couldn’t possibly move because you would fall.”

“My legs are still shaking. They’re like jello.”

“No pain, no gain.”

“I don’t want to gain. Actually, I do. Gain weight. That’s always been easy for me to do. Squatting down to my ankles on my first PT session? Surely that was her having a laugh at my expense.”

“Didn’t you finish all three sets?”

You frowned. “Yes, but-”

“Then you are stronger than you feel right now. Look at your effort. You didn’t give up.”

“I wanted to after the squats. That’s an exercise designed by the Devil himself.”

Chan gave you a pointed look. “But you completed it all.”

“I didn’t want to fail my first session!”

“And you didn’t. Think about how much you asked of your body just now. And it responded to all your requests.”

You thought over his words, pursing your lips together. He was irritatingly right. A smug smile bloomed over his face when he realised you had silently acknowledged his claim.

“Surely, what I did today wasn’t the norm. There’s no way I am going to recover from this to repeat that routine again so soon. If the squats don’t kill me, the damn yoga exercise on the ground will. I am now aware of muscles I didn’t know existed, Chan. I’d rather go back to being oblivious of them.”

Bringing over the sandwiches he’d made for you both, Chan sat down heavily beside you, grinning when you glared at him. He then handed over a plate before taking a bite from his own. After swallowing it down, he said, “I’m proud of you.”

“Of course you are. You’re a gym bro who successfully convinced your fitness-illiterate girlfriend into joining a gym and paying money to torture herself.”

“No. I’m a guy who listened to his girlfriend complain one too many times about feeling gross and wanting to be healthier and supported her in making small changes. Whether you never go again or not, I’m proud of you for putting yourself first like that.”

Placing down your sandwich, you took in his genuine expression, a small proud smile crossing your lips. “I didn’t fail.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“My butt is going to look amazing after conquering squats, isn’t it?”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

“Are you sure you’ll be proud of me if I never go again?”

“Well, you’ve already paid for your next two sessions, so…”

You groaned loudly, wincing when your body disagreed with your efforts. Having a cute butt wasn’t worth all this agony.

“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,” Chan attempted, though he could tell you were beyond inspirational quotes now.

“Kill me now. It’ll be less painful.”

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[gorey]

hello this is an urgent situation I'm sorry

I run a gfm for a friend in Gambia that got taken down at random because I missed an email requesting I provide information

There was a $100 donation pending that we can't get back I'm waiting for gfm to respond to what I told them but it's most likely they refunded it to the donor

My friend Musa bought food for his family in advance of receiving the donation because he thought he would be able to pay it off and now he's potentially in a lot of trouble because he has no money to show for it he's telling me the store owner he bought food from might have him arrested

I'm trying to raise $100 ASAP all funds will go to my friend Musa and his family in Gambia dm me and I can give you information for MoneyGram or Remitly which are the best ways to get funds to them quickly

Otherwise my c/sh/pp is $Asher07 and I can provide proof that the donation is going directly to them

I can provide screenshots about any of this if asked

Pls reblog this is urgent I don't want my friend to get in legal trouble because of this error I don't have any income myself and I can't ask family to cover this expense I don't know what to do

[sotwk]

SotWK Blog Housekeeping/Update:

I've finally cleared up my Inbox/Ask box! While I consider that a big achievement, it does not mean that I have succeeded in responding to all the Asks and Requests I've received over the past year. 😅

It means I have responded to all Asks that I could respond to quickly. I still have saved screenshots of headcanon requests and fic requests that remain on my "To-Write" List, and that's what I hope to tackle next. Along with my own self-initiated projects, of course.

For transparency's sake, here's what those pending requests currently look like:

14 fic requests

20 headcanon requests

But then there are also the love confession prompts I received from my Valentine Event from last year! (Don't ask me how many there are left of these; it's bananas how many I got in response to that event. XD) Those are last priority, since I'm sure almost everyone who submitted a prompt has forgotten all about it--but I haven't! I'll still lean on those prompts for fic ideas, or bundle them up with other requests.

Everything that comes into my Ask Box gets an answer. That's always my goal.

I am also going to try to harder to respond quickly to every Ask, if only to tell the requestor I've taken a screenshot and it's going on the "To-Write" list.

My Ask Box will always remain open. I might close or limit fic requests temporarily just to keep the pileup from getting bigger, but for now, I'm comfortable with keeping them as is.

Thank you again to everyone who continues to believe in and support this hopelessly slow (but trying her best) writer! I appreciate every Ask and opportunity for interaction!

[hb-writes]

Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Please just indicate in some way that the ask is a request. Sometimes people send a string of dialogue or a random quote with no other info attached and I’m not quite sure what it’s supposed to be for.

Upcoming:

Currently working on the next LLB chapter.

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—Updated as of May 20th, 2024.

Masterlist

Pending Requests:

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

Emma got into an accident and Christian is there with Ana.

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

isiah and clara with #7 from the sultry prompt list, “almost caught”

part two for pretty in pink

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

The Punisher:

What's Lenny relationship like with Frank and how did they react to meeting each other for the first time?

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

“I don’t need a map to know we got lost.” With Suits

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.” & “It was just a joke!” For Suits

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone." For Twilight

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

Can you maybe write one for Mia one that she keeps having nightmares? Strong on the fluff and angst? Maybe each time she changes who she wants for comfort (usually one of the boys) and they’re all having a hard time understanding what triggered them and how to stop them?

Mia Cullen with Carlisle Cullen were Mia desperately needs his comfort (maybe she gets bullied in school or something)

Bridgerton:

None

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

None

Supernatural:

None

True Blood:

None

White Collar:

None

One Tree Hill:

None

A Discovery of Witches:

None

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| Ao3 Version ((link pending)) | F!Reader version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The sequel: The Penalty Round ((V. spicy, 18+ only)) || || F!Reader (Ao3) | GN!Reader (Ao3) | M!Reader (Ao3) ||

↠ Requested By: No one, twas a gift to a friend ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+ so minors need to shoo)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Prompt: “They’re hiding behind the sofa.” ↠ Total WC: 1.9k~

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’. His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.” “Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement. “Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

↠ When you and your lover decide to play an extreme version of hide and seek shenanigans ensue. Damian, unsurprisingly, is not impressed.

Here’s the long overdue gender neutral version of the og fill! Said fill can be found on my personal blog, and while I contemplated putting the GN versions on there too, I figured this was a good way to direct eyes to my writing blog since I’ve basically been MIA for the whole of the year.

It should also be said that there won’t be any M!Reader options this time around as the entry for this collection could’ve been GN from the start. In truth I would make the whole collection purely GN, but since these were initially written for a lady-type friend I feel it would be wrong to scrap the F!Reader version entirely. That said, there’re literally no major changes to the story aside from pronouns, so I do not see the point in further differentiation. However, if enough people request it I can make an M!Reader version, but again, all it’ll do is turn she/they to he/him.

Also, also—it’s gonna be a bit before this goes up on Ao3 as I’m still trying to figure out how I want to format things over there.

|| The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

Damian looks up from the book he’s been reading with an arched brow. Under normal circumstances seeing a civilian panting and frantic would give rise to his protective instincts, but the flush to your cheeks is a warm one and the glint in your eyes amused, if a bit pleading. It takes you far longer than it should to notice him and the Great Dane at his feet, but to your credit you do not allow your shock to register over much.

“I can only assume that you and Grayson are playing at yet another inane game?” he asks as he marks his page with a finger.

Your responding nod is a bit absent as your eyes dart about the breadth of the library. “Yeah. Hide and seek, extreme edition.”

“And what, pray tell, makes it ‘extreme’?”

“The uhhh… penalty round…”

You fluster visibly as you utter the words. He does not inquire further.

Though large, the room offers little in the way of concealment. The heavy velvet curtains are too obvious a spot while the statues are too narrow to hide anything from even the most cursory of glances; likewise the bookcases are hardly a viable option given their positioning and spacing, and the overly high legs of the oversized furniture render the pieces just as ineffective for your purposes. He points all of this out to you with a bland aplomb that leaves you huffing out your frustrations.

“Well that’s just great,” you mutter as you continue to search for harbor in vain. “I didn’t see him, or hear him, for that matter–”

“As well you shouldn’t,” the boy sniffs. While he may not possess the former assassin’s level of skill, Richard still spent the better part of his childhood and adult years under Father’s tutelage—if you actually had been able to detect him he’d be greatly remiss.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re all living shadows, I get it,” you continue on with a roll of your eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, even though I couldn’t sense him I know he was right on my ass, Dames. There’s no getting out of this room without getting caught, and I’m really not trying to lose this thing.”

Though he is thoroughly convinced that your competitive streak is going to get you in trouble someday he cannot help but to find it a bit winsome. Not that he’d ever tell you that. No, instead he chooses to offer you the help that you desperately need—an unexpected concession, but apparently he’s feeling generous this afternoon.

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’.

His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement.

“Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

He has barely finished the final sentence before you’re diving behind the sofa with a flurry of no’s followed by hasty word of thanks. The sudden movement is enough to pull his companion from his slumber. Startled, Titus’ woofs loudly as his head whips from you to his master and back again, and it’s only his familiarity with you that keeps him from doing more. A few good scratches behind his pointed ears from the boy is enough to see him calmed, though your continued maneuvering does have him sniffing at you with a weary sort of curiosity. When you finally settle down behind him he too relaxes in full, allowing sleep to once again claim him with a swiftness that only the most trusting of creatures can manage.

It takes well over twenty seconds after that for your breaths to even out into something less obvious than the laughter-laced huffs they start out as—hardly an acceptable showing, but to be expected given the circumstances, the vigilante supposes. In yet another uncharacteristic display of unspoken solidarity he in turn syncs his own breathing with yours, thusly lowering your chances of detection by at least another twenty percent or so.

The space returns to the peaceful lull it had been in prior to your entry, though this isn’t to last—can never last when the humanoid Labrador that is his brother is around. The eldest Wayne child bounds though the door with a shout of your name followed by a breathless laugh. Damian can only assume that said breathlessness is due to the joy that he always seems to exude when he so much as thinks of you and not because of any legitimate strain on his part.

“That was pretty sneaky, babe,” he continues on as he steps more fully into the space, “using the hidden passages like that. But now you’ve cornered yourse– Oh! Heya, Dami.”

“It took you approximately twelve seconds to notice my presence, Grayson. Had I been an assassin out for your head you would already be dead.”

“Then I guess it’s good for me that you’re outta the game, huh?”

“Indeed.”

Richard chuckles a bit at that, his fingers flexing as if they long to ruffle the loose wave of his little brother’s hair, though both distance and a rather pointed glare keeps him from doing so. Still, the energy that ever courses through his veins demands movement and so he rises onto the balls of his feet and bounces in place a few times—eyes casually scanning the whole of the room all the while—before he rounds on Damian with a beaming smile.

“Catching up on your reading, huh? What’re you– Ah, a le Carré, eh? Wouldn’t be my first choice to unwind with, but ya like what ya like,” he concedes with a shrug. “I’m just glad to see you actually relaxing for once.”

The younger male finds himself bristling at the statement, just a bit, but a voice that sounds a lot like Pennyworth’s reminds him that not every comment is bait to be risen to. Still, “I take exception to your inference, Grayson—I relax when I deem it to be necessary.”

“Yeah, I know you do, littlest of bros. I just wish that you ‘deemed it to be necessary’ more often. You’re only young once, yanno? You gotta use that free pass for stupidity while ya still got it.”

“If you lot are anything to go by it shall not be expiring for a long while yet.”

Richard’s grin is impish from where he’s currently scrambling up the side of one of the bookcases. “Well, you ain’t wrong…”

Though he can assume his brother’s ultimate goal, the way he’s going about finding you leaves Damian utterly confused. Does he really think you to be atop the thing? Or is he simply trying to gain the advantage via a more advantageous vantage point? In any event he decides to use his genuine confusion to his personal benefit when he inquires as to just what it is that Richard is doing.

“Huh? Oh, I’m just looking for my darling lil partner,” he replies as he descends to the floor once more in a controlled fall. “They uhh, they wouldn’t happen to be in here, would they?”

“Please refrain from involving me in your childish games, Grayson.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”

Hating the idea of anyone being able to read him so easily the boy is quick to bury his face in the pages of his book once again with a dismissive click of his tongue. Though his eyes remain glued to the lines of print before him, his focus is zeroed in on Grayson’s every movement, but even with his sensory intake being reduced to what he can glean from auditory stimuli and his peripheral vision this is hardly a feat. The man bounces around from window to window whipping back curtains with equal amounts of flair and abandon; an overly dramatic “Are theyyyy… here!” accompanies every flap of fabric, much to his brother’s annoyance and his partner’s growing amusement.

Keep it together, Damian silently pleads when a particularly loud giggle escapes from the confines of your hiding spot. Grayson is in the middle of yet another exclamation so it more than likely goes unheard, but his younger coughs and clears his throat anyhow. His eyes immediately pinch in contemplation as he wonders why he feels the need to cover for you, it’s not as if he stands to gain anything from aiding you—in fact he would be better off if you were found sooner. A swifter detection means a swifter return to the quiet he so craves.

He isn’t quite sure how he has managed to become so heavily invested in your victory, but a brief bit of introspection has him writing it off to the quite charm that you wield seemingly without thought or effort. Sure, you have the capacity to annoy him to no end, but there is no denying that there is something magnetizing about you. What’s more, you’re one of the kindest people he has ever had the privilege of knowing despite life giving you ample reasons not to be. It’s so easy to see exactly what it is that draws Richard’s bleeding heart to the tenderness of your own. Though he may have made some questionable decisions with his previous romantic partners, Damian is sure that what the two of you have is made to endure.

Of course he gives voice to none of this, choosing instead to level his brother with a disgruntled look. “If you’re quite finished kicking up several weeks’ worth of dust…?”

“Alright, alright,” said with hands raised in concession. “Enjoy your book, baby feathers, I’m out.”

Though the use of the infuriatingly infantile nickname leaves Damian seriously contemplating testing his brother’s reflexes via a launched international spy thriller, he abstains if only to keep eyes off of him. With your impending (and shared) victory so close at hand, a vicious little smile plays along the corners of his mouth. Your pursuer is nearly out the door, just a few more feet and he’ll have retreated into the hall once more–

Pfft-hah!

Why?? he silently laments. There’s no reason for the sudden burst of mirth that he can see. Grayson was leaving, you had won.

Even muffled there is no denying the distinct cadence of your laugh and your lover’s eyes narrow as he looks towards the sound’s source. “They’re hiding behind the sofa.”

His statement brokers no response, but that does not mean that he will not receive one.

“No.”

Giggle-snort.

…Damn.

“Ha! I knew it!”

Well, Damian muses as he watches his brother toss the giggling mess of a human over his shoulder, it cannot be said that I did not try…

A/n: Not me losing every round of hide and seek I’ve ever played because I am a giggly bitch lmao. Anyways! Looking back over this now I realize that this touches on the relationship between Reader and Damian more than it does ReaderxDick, but whatever, it’s fine lmao…

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[jjunieworld]

REQUEST RULES & GUIDELINES ‎ ⸝⸝⸝ ˚ ✮ my rules and guidelines for requesting!

to request a fic, please send in an ask following the rules down below! i write sfw and nsfw, so if you’re a minor, blank or ageless blog requesting nsfw your request will immediately be deleted and you will be blocked.

who i write for:

i mostly write for tomorrow x together, but you can request for these groups as well: enhypen, stray kids, ateez, and bts i don't have masterlists for some of these groups because i make them as i write fics for them. if a group doesn't have a masterlist, i haven't written any fics for them yet!

groups i’m planning to write for:

p1harmony, seventeen you can request for these groups, but there’s a chance that i might not write it. i’m not as familiar with these groups/their members. i’m still learning them!

i will write:

smaus (drabbles, fake texts, etc), oneshots, drabbles, reactions/headcannons, fluff, angst, crack, and smut

i will not write:

smut for underage idols or idols who are freshly eighteen. unless the idol is twenty-one or above, i won't write smut for them. do not ask me, you will be blocked. dark and/or racist themes, sa, abuse, race play, noncon, feet, piss/scat or any other bodily fluids other than cum and maybe spit, abuse, lactation, pedophilia, incest/stepcest, dd/lg, illegal or large age gaps, extreme bdsm or bedroom play, knifeplay or gunplay, member x member or idol x idol, extreme pain, ageplay, bloodplay (unless vampire), hybrid, anal, male!reader since i can't represent it, tba...

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UPDATES:

Horrified parents furious over vile charges of N.J. custodian tainting food with feces, urine

District where custodian is accused of tainting food with feces, urine says it will continue to clean school

An elementary school custodian in Cumberland County is facing multiple charges accusing him of urinating and spitting on school cafeteria cooking utensils, rubbing his genitals on food, spraying bleach on food items and performing sex acts with inanimate objects at the school, all while videoing himself to share online.

Giovanni Impellizzeri, 25, of Vineland, is employed by the Upper Deerfield Township School District and worked at the Elizabeth F. Moore School, which serves students in grades 3 to 5, according to authorities.

Authorities received multiple anonymous tips regarding “alarming posts” Impellizzeri allegedly made in a group chat on the messaging app Telegram, according to court documents.

A tipster reported that Impellizzeri posted videos of himself “performing sexual acts with items from the school, as well as doing things that would endanger the well-being of the students at the school,” police stated.

The videos allegedly show Impellizzeri spraying bleach in a large container of cucumbers, spitting on utensils, rubbing his genitals on utensils and food, and urinating in bowls, according to the affidavit of probable cause filed with the charges.

“Video showed Giovanni Impellizzeri utilized multiple pieces of bread to wipe his penis, testicles, and anus, as well as spitting on the bread, before putting the bread back into the container to be later served to children at the school,” police stated in the affidavit. He was also seen “masturbating and urinating on pillows and kitchen bowls.”

Investigators went to the Elizabeth F. Moore School, which has about 250 students, and verified locations seen in the videos and recovered items matching or resembling those seen in the videos.

Officials are trying to determine if the alleged acts occurred recently or sometime in the past, according to the Cumberland County Prosecutor’s Office. Impellizzeri has been employed by the district since September 2019.

He was charged Tuesday with third-degree aggravated assault, two counts of third-degree tampering with food products, third-degree endangering the welfare of a child, and third-degree attempted endangering the welfare of children. An additional charge of second-degree official misconduct was filed Thursday.

Impellizzeri was placed in Cumberland County Jail pending court hearings. Court records did not list an attorney for Impellizzeri as of Friday morning.

In a message to the school community this week, Upper Deerfield Schools Superintendent Peter Koza indicated the employee was on administrative leave and in police custody, and that the district was cooperating with investigators.

“Based on the information received at this time it has been determined that the alleged inappropriate activity did not involve anyone other than the individual in question and occurred after school hours,” Koza wrote in the message.

Koza did not immediately respond to requests for comment on Friday morning.

The school district is working with the Cumberland County Health Department to ensure food preparation, serving utensils and surfaces have been properly sanitized and any food products in question discarded, according to the prosecutor’s office.

Authorities are taking steps to collect bodily fluid samples from Impellizzeri to determine if there is any potential for infectious disease transmission, officials said.

“Once a determination is made, notification and next steps will be provided by the health department to ensure the health and safety of those involved,” the prosecutor’s office said.

The health department recommended individuals contact their healthcare provider if they suspect any illness.

“Once we have lab results, both body fluid specimens and any food samples collected, we will be able to provide more information and direction. We also need timeframe verification,” said Cumberland County Health Officer Megan Sheppard. “For now, parents and those involved should contact their healthcare provider if they show signs of illness, particularly severe illness.

“We will be sure to provide further direction as more information becomes available.”

Anyone with information related to this case is asked to contact New Jersey State Police Detective Alex Angerman at 856-451-0101 or submit an anonymous tip online at CCPO.TIPS.

[acacia-may]

Some Blog Updates, My Apologies, and Words of Explanation of What Has Been Going On Around Here Lately...

I really am sorry for the sporadic way that things are having to be run around here. For everyone who has pending asks and requests from months ago, I am so sorry I can't fulfill them for you right now. I have not forgotten about you and still plan to respond to all the asks as soon as I am feeling better. In an ideal world, I would respond to all asks in the order they were received and wouldn't have so many promises still pending out there, but unfortunately, that isn't something I can do right now due to serious chronic health issues.

I have still been writing a few self-indulgent pieces as a form of escapism & coping when I can, if only to try to keep my spirits up during what has been an extremely difficult time for my health, and I hope you all understand that this isn't me ignoring you in favor of working on personal projects rather than on fulfilling my obligations. I do genuinely feel very guilty for leaving you & your asks/requests hanging, but honestly writing "self-indulgence" is generally all I even barely have the energy for at the moment when it comes to fic writing since it takes the pressure off of making something "perfect" for the one who requested it and I find a little extra energy in my own passion and self-indulgence for the topic.

That said, I started that new ask game with the song + heacanon because it was easy for me (and didn't require a lot of effort or writing on my part) so I thought it was something I could actually fulfill for you as a thank you for being patient while you all wait for the bigger, more time-consuming asks.

I really am sorry for not explaining this better before, and if anyone has been confused or hurt by this, I am very, very sorry. That was never my intention. I have included more details below the cut in case anyone wants a more detailed explanation. These are not excuses, just my attempts to explain where things are and what's going on since I understand how it may look out of context and I didn't want there to be confusion or hurt feelings.

Thank you all for being so kind and so patient and for sticking around through all of this chaos! Cheers & much love to you all, friends! Please take care of yourselves. 🥰

As I'm sure some of you know from previous posts, I have been on and off hiatus due to severe chronic health issues for the past several months. The flare of my illness plus accompanying debilitating fatigue has unfortunately forced me to give up most things in my life (both online & in the real world) while I go for treatment & try to recover. Please know that it has never been by choice that I haven’t been around.

All of that said, writing fanfiction has always been a sort of an escape for me and a way for me to cope when I’m dealing with these kinds of serious health problems, so I have still been writing a little bit whenever I am able as a sort of outlet & escapism, but it’s mostly only the most self-indulgent pieces--trying to keep up spirits during what has been a very difficult time. To be perfectly honest with you, I feel the writing I have been doing recently has not been my best work, and I know there have been lots of problems with it (i.e. continuity errors with the canon, dumb spelling mistakes, and grammatical errors ect.) which have been kindly and constructively pointed out by others or mortifyingly noticed by me then fixed--and I do feel a little insecure about the roughness of my recent work to tell you the absolutely truth. 😅 That said, since it is mostly all self-indulgent, I tell myself that it's okay that it’s not perfect because it’s just for me.

Which leads me to the matter of my inbox and all the pending asks. I am so sincerely sorry for all the delays, and I have felt so guilty for having to leave everyone hanging. However, as you have probably guessed from my bleeding heart for fictional overachieving perfectionists, I myself am an overachieving perfectionist, and I know I would feel much guiltier trying to fulfill my requests knowing that whatever I could come up wouldn’t be my best work (since I am unfortunately lacking the health and energy to do that at the moment). I always want to give my best work to everyone who writes into this blog, but this is especially true when you have already had to wait such a very long time for something I have promised. I spend a lot of time on all of my headcanon and fic requests and answers to asks because I really just want it to be perfect and good enough for the person who asked for it. Since I feel like I can’t do that right now, I have decided to put the majority of my asks on hold rather than trying to fulfill asks with what I know will be my roughest work. I promise if you do have an ask in my inbox right now, I see you and I love you. I have not been ignoring you or forgotten you. I just want to give you my best work, and I can't do that right now so I've been holding on to your ask until I feel that I can.

All of that said, I have felt so bad and so guilty for leaving you all hanging (especially while I've been working on personal projects) so I thought of that new game I made because it was something I felt I could actually fulfill and complete, since it didn't require as much effort or writing on my part. It mostly consisted of songs that I pulled from fandom, character, and ship playlists I had already made, and the headcanon tends to go with the song in such basic terms it almost writes itself: i.e. the song mentions going to the beach, so the headcanon is this character’s favorite beach activity is building sandcastles (or something like that). It’s honestly just kind of silly but I felt I owed everyone something I thought I could do (if that makes sense?). The writers ask game I reblogged is just personal questions about my writing process—easy, short answers and low pressure, so that’s kind of in the same “I can do this category.” I plan to wrap up the asks for both of these games, and I don't know what will happen after that. Maybe we'll have to keep playing easier games like that for a little while or (hopefully) I'll be feeling well enough to circle back to more serious, time-consuming asks. I honestly can't say.

In the meantime, I wanted to reiterate how sorry I am for all the delays and also if there has been any distress, disappointment, miscommunication, or hurt feelings for how things have been having to be run around here. I'm sorry this blog has not been run in the way I had hoped or planned, but please know I am still trying my best to make wholesome content for you all to enjoy.

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck around during this chaotic and difficult time and for your continued support! Cheers & Much Love!! 💕

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hello, I am a big fan of your writing 😄 Could you do a fic where a college aged Roger Taylor and the reader who have been dating for a while and they are waiting on a home pregnancy test? While they wait the reminisce about what they have gone through together and the good times. When the results are ready it's negative and they are relieved. Thank you!

Hi there nonnie! You got it! I will have two endings: one where the test is positive, and one where it is negative.

Per Anon's request, Reader here is a person whose body is able to have children, but because gender is not specified in the request, the reader will be gender neutral and can be read to identify however you would like!

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! If you like it- reblog or leave a comment!

Warnings: Mentions of sex and some steamy bits but no specifics or details, mentions of drinking and drunkness, discussions of pregnancy, and mentions of abortion. But plenty of fluff!

Word Count: 1K

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You reached for the pink kitchen timer in the shape of an egg and twisted it to fifteen minutes. That’s all it would take. That would be the moment of truth. Just fifteen little minutes and you would know for sure.

The timer was placed on the shelf of the sink. Right next to it was a pending pregnancy test. You placed both hands on the counter, looked into the mirror at your own face, and took in a deep breath. You held it, then released.

Watching the little white stick for fifteen minutes would only make you feel worse about the results you did not want yet.

Walking out, you saw Roger on the couch. You told him your period was late. Two days wasn’t much, but it was something. He turned over and looked at you.

“Hey, love,” he greeted.

“Hey,” you responded.

He opened his arms, and you followed him, plopping onto the couch. You nestled your head onto his chest where you felt it’s steady heartbeat. He wrapped both arms around you, one rubbing on your back. Another found a free hand of yours and held it.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mmmph, you’re not the one getting tested.”

“Fair enough.”

He noticed your breaths were quick inhales and sharp exhales through your nose. It was troubling for him to hear such. He could even hear your heart pick up.

“Hey, Y/N...do you remember how we met?” he asked.

You looked up.

“What was it like on your end?” he asked.

“We’ve told this story before…”

“Nah, I’d like to hear It from you…” Roger responded.

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You met at a bar. It was dark and there was that odd smell that came with beer- like you could smell bread baking from the wheat that was concocted inside the drink. It was that mixture of bakeries and bars- something delicious was being created to be consumed and enjoyed.

But you could not enjoy that beer in peace. A man who looked far older than you and quite odious slid up to you. He was smiling and trying to get your attention.

“Excise me…I’m just not in the mood tonight. Would you leave me alone, please?” you asked politely.

“What?? Don’t you like a free drink?” he asked, peeved.

You felt your blood run cold when you heard a voice:

 “Hey! I’ll get you anything you want, and you leave ‘em alone!”

You turned around to see…maybe not the most handsome man you met, but the most beautiful. You almost dropped your jaw. He had large blue eyes with thick lashes, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful, silky blonde hair you had ever seen. And he was walking up to you. You began to talk for hours and then traded numbers with smiling faces.

Your first kiss was in the rain. Roger had turned oddly romantic. He wanted to go to a museum of great interest to you. There was a special exhibit for only a limited time- a certain painter you adored. He bought you tickets- nice tickets! And this was before the band got off it’s feet too!

You grabbed his hand, ooing and aaaahing at the art. He smiled and admired it. If he thought anything rude about it, he kept it to himself. Even if he might have appeared low brow, he knew beauty when he saw it.

Once you walked out, it began to rain. Howling with laughter from the surprise of cold water splattering on your heads, you took off your jackets and huddled under them, running to the nearest shade you could find. One was a large tree planted in the sidewalk, proving a relief of raindrops. They weren’t a torrent, but manageable small drips every now and then. You both looked at each other, eyes bright from running and hair damp.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nodded yes.

You tasted the hamburger he ate for lunch, his tongue collided with yours, but his lips felt soft. On your book, it was a perfect first kiss.

It didn’t stop at kissing of course. The first time you did the deed, it was three days later. You had been studying over at his place. Luckily, he ordered in food, complete with dessert. As you put aside your flashcards, you gave a deep sigh.

“How do you feel, Y/N?”

“Good! I feel good about it!”

“Well then, guess we have time for this then!”

He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you onto his lap. You began to make out. Furiously. And you didn’t want it to stop this time.

 As you sat there, you gave him a naughty smile. Then you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the floor. From the quick blinking and half grin, he gave you, he was not going to stop you.

“Rog…Rog I want you…” you said, placing his lovely face in your hands as you began to kiss him again and again.

“I want you…” you trailed down to his neck. You felt his body relax beneath yours “so bad…”

“Have me then…” he said. He unbuttoned his own shirt. Soon you felt the warmth of each other’s bare skin against the others. And it didn’t stop at your shirts.

You were there for every concert you could make it to. You cheered loudly as you could. Despite the numerous groupies with their claws pointed at Roger, he shooed them away. They would give you a glare before moving onto the next band member in sight.  None of you minded that much. There were times you goofed off with drinking games and then would dance all night to your favorite songs before wandering to the house.

“Damn…” Roger would say…he reached into the closet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He got out two shot glasses.

“Rog! It’s five in the morning? And you’re drinking vodka???” you gasped.

“Why else do it? We had an amazing concert and we're celebrating! We’re alive and it’s here, we might as well enjoy it!”

And then sleep until the afternoon when you woke up tangled in each other’s arms but smiling.

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As you were warm from thinking of those things there was a “Ding! Ding! Ding!” from the bathroom. The timer went up.

The moment of truth.

“Here it is…” you said nervously.

Roger took your hand and walked you to the bathroom. Shaking, you reached over and looked at the stick.

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Ending One: Positive-

Two lines. Two clear little pink lines. Roger was next to you; he clutched your hand. The inhale you were taking stopped in your throat. The stick was even moving with you hand. You kept blinking, then you let out a sharp exhale.

“Y/N….my Y/N, what do you think?” he asked.

This was huge. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through in your head.

“Y/N, if you need an abortion, I’ll help you. I’ll play the drums extra hard, I’ll pitch in what I have, I’ll help you to make it happen- we’ll find a clinic that’s safe and then you won’t have to..."

You let out a laugh, tears were already in your eyes, and you shook your head.

“No Roger! No!”

He tilted his head and squinted his blue eyes.

“No?”

“I mean, thank you! It’s kind of you to offer…but no!!!”

You hugged him with both arms, the test still in your hand, dangling off, the two lines staring at Roger. You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Here’s what…I…I want to keep the baby…”

“Keep it? Then…then this is big, Y/N…but…you’re happy?”

“I am happy! I am happy that I have a part of you with me, always- that there’s going to be a person half you and half me out there in the world! I…I’ve wanted to be pregnant for a while now! And I want to have your baby!”

You relaxed in his arms and melted onto his shoulder.

You let go and he held your hands, pulling you close still.

“Y/N…we will do what we can…I…I never thought a year ago I would say this but…I will be a dad to this baby. I won’t leave you and I won’t leave the kid inside you either! You don’t have to be afraid now- you mean so much to me and if that means taking this on, I won’t mind…"

Outside you heard birds chirping as if celebrating. Roger licked his lips and then frowned, eyes looking down.

"But...I'll try...even if I’m not ready to be a dad…” he confessed.

“Will we ever be ready to be parents?” you asked.

There was a pause. The clock ticked as if in silent reply and outside a car passed by.

“Then…then we’ll raise the baby together.”

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Ending Two: Negative.

There was only one line. There were two sighs. Roger was relieved secretly- no responsibilities. No human life to concern himself about. Y/N blinked and rechecked again and again, and then set it down.

“Well…well then!” you announced.

“Why, Y/N…we might need to celebrate!” Roger suggested.

“I…I think so!”

He went to the kitchen, even though it was still the afternoon, and the sun was shining through the windows.

 “Let’s have a drink- it’s something you would have to miss out on! We can throw in some coffee too! And all the stuff you wouldn’t be able to enjoy if you were pregnant!”

Sure enough he brought out the drinks and you were enjoying it. You both held small champagne glasses.

“Part of me…wants to be pregnant. Wants to be a mama. But I…I’m not so sure…”

“It’s a lot of work, Y/N. And…with the band…we’re enjoying what we have…”

“You know…you’re right! I like my life! I like my college and my classes and my friends!"

"No one wants to miss out on those!" Roger commented.

You played with the rim of your cup and looked down, then back up through your lashes at Roger

" Plus, there’s this handsome drummer I’m dating…” you added.

He leaned against the kitchen counter cockily.

“What’s he like?” Roger asked.

“Hilarious. Smart. Talented. Creative. Bold. Fearless. Passionate. Fiery. And best of all…he’s mine…” you praised.

“Same to you, darling.” He replied with a smile that could melt winter.

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[thesilent-o]

He can get hurt. He was hurt and his condition was serious.

Blitzo squeezed his eyes shut, the vision of a feathery tail passing over him after he'd been knocked to the ground. The sounds of rushing steps and panicked voices filled his head while Stolas was rushed into the hospital. Stolas was in the hospital. That fact stuck in his mind and repeated itself over and over again. Would things had been different if he'd been there? Would he had made that much of a difference against Striker? Millie at least should have been capable enough and with Moxie there as backup, they should've been able to get the job done without any issues. Except he hadn't taken the threat seriously. Hadnt realized just how badly Stolas' pending ex-wife wanted him dead. But that wasn't his fault, he reminded himself. Stolas had asked for his company. This whole mess wasn't because of him.

Yellow and red eyes opened to glare down at the screen of his phone. The last message from Stolas still illuminated on the screen. He would be stuck here for awhile he said. The thought of visitation had Blitzo's stomach lurching uncomfortably. Why? Because it wasn't like it should have mattered to him if he saw him in some condition. As long as their business arrangement wasn't called off due to his being injured, that was all that should have mattered to Blitzo. That thought didn't sit right with him either. And it was nearly enough to have him turning away from the hospital entrance. This was too much, he thought to himself. There was no reason that he should be lingering here longer than he already had. He could just talk to Stolas later, once he got out of the hospital.

He can get hurt... and you didn't take him seriously.

Blitzo stopped mid step as the invasive thought filled his head. "God fucking dammit!" He exclaimed to himself. "Alright fine, ill at least go and apologize."

Grumbling at what he could only assume was his own cosnicous nagging at him, Blitzo turned back to head into the hospital. The truth was it was just an excuse he told himself in order to justify walking in through the automatic doors and approaching the front desk. An excuse to find out where they were keeping Stolas and request to see him. Of course, he didn't anticipate to be able to get to Stolas that easily. He was the fucking prince. So of course he had to prove his identity. Although when asked how he knew Stolas, Blitzo choked. What the fuck was he supposed to say? They weren't friends or not that he would.consider. They weren't lovers and he swore he wasn't Stolas' boyfriend. So what did that make him? The question alone was almost enough to push the imp into turning around and stomping out of the hospital.

But with some.pushing, he was able to get access to the room that they were keeping Stolas in. Blitzo only becoming aware of the room numbers as he drew closer and closer to the one that the owl occupied. And the closer he got, the more his walk slowed. His insides were churning. He was getting anxious to see Stolas. Unsure what his condition might be and almost afraid of the emotions it was trying to provoke just by thinking about it. He was alive, Blitzo reminded himself, and sound enough to have been able to respond to his messages. Still a storm brewed within him and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was causing such a storm.

Once he reached the door, he stopped and gripped the handle with one clawed hand. An audible gulp filled the silence while he forced himself to swallow the lump thatd formed in his throat. Finally, he pulled the door open and walked into the hospital room. Greeted with the sounds of machines and the strange intimate feel of the dim lighting around the room. Careful slow steps were made forward while he approached the bedside. In his nervousness his hands clasped together in front of him.

Blitzo stopped just at the end of the bed. His shoulders slumped, hands clapsed and his throat unbelievably dry. He cleared his throat before he found his words, "Uh...hey Stolas... I was uh--in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop in."

Starter for @goetiia

[the-delta-42]

Do Better

Do Better

Adrien was still rocking in the corner, trying and failing to cover his sobs. Alix stared at Adrien, just as Marinette mumbled something and ran out of the room. Alix didn’t know how to respond to this, so she did what she usually did with Kim.

“Dude, you’re Dad hits you, so what?” Said Alix, and almost immediately, she knew it was the wrong thing to say.

“Alix, what the fuck!” Exclaimed Nino, staring at the girl.

“What? It works with Kim.” Justified Alix, as Marinette re-entered the room with Mdm. Bustier and Mdm. Mendeleiev.

“What happened?” Demanded Mdm. Mendeleiev, as Mdm. Bustier carefully approached Adrien.

“We found out Lila was lying, and that Adrien knew and we confronted him about it, Alya noticed something and pull his shirt up and saw belt marks.” Rushed Nino, getting a stern look from Mdm. Mendeleiev.

“M. Lahiff, Mlle. Césaire, Mlle. Bourgeois, if you had a grievance, you should have reported it to a teacher. As for you, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, I assume you haven’t been taking your medication given your intense reaction to someone’s opinion. Again, you should have also gone to a teacher. This isn’t nursery, we aren’t going to have the same reaction as that man.” Scolded Mdm. Mendeleiev, before looking over at Adrien, “But, thank you for, finally, alerting us of the situation.”

Caline flinched back as Adrien tried to bite her to keep her from touching him.

DB

Phillipa frowned at the folder she had received, Caline had gotten in touch with her over a couple of her students, one that appeared to have symptoms of depression and/or bipolar disorder and another who appeared to be both physically and emotionally abused. The woman sighed, before sitting in front of her computer and typing in the first name.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Phillipa frowned at Marinette’s file. The girl was known to them and apparently had been a victim of a racially provoked attack when she was still in nursery. The common trend of her being placed with the Mayor’s daughter had later led her to be diagnosed as depressed in the past five years. There didn’t seem to be any signs that she was bipolar, but Philliapa decided to request that Marinette be tested just to be sure.

Phillipa then typed the second name.

Adrien Agreste

Phillipa reared back at the error message that appeared.

File not found

Phillipa knew for a fact that Adrien needed to see a counsellor after his mother’s disappearance, and presumed death, a couple of years ago. Phillipa looked at the folder Caline had sent again, checking to make sure she didn’t misspell Adrien’s name. She caught sight of a note that she hadn’t seen when she first looked at the folder.

Recently removed from father’s care. Medical examination pending.

Phillipa sighed, before sending an email to Marinette’s usual counsellor and making a start on Adrien’s file.

DB

Gabriel glared at the door to his cell. Nathalie was in another one down the hall, with Gorilla being placed as Adrien’s interim guardian. The police had shown up to the mansion en-masse and had arrested both him and Nathalie on the charge of child abuse.

Who were they to question his parenting? So, what if he used his son for stress relief? The boy was his property. He resembled his mother close enough that Gabriel could barely tell the difference.

Of course, when he said this, his lawyer had tried to get him to stop. The detective in charge of the situation had ended the interview and left the room. Gabriel smirked to himself; he’d be out of here soon.

DB

“Right,” Said Detective Jonas, “We have Gabriel Agreste, on tape, admitting to beating, gaslighting, manipulating and, quite possibly worst of all, raping his own son.”

“And just think,” Said a Detective Sargent, folding his arms, “this was only found out because a girl stopped taking her medication and had a breakdown.”

“Where are we on Dupain-Cheng case?” Asked Jonas, turning her head to look at a Detective Inspector.

“The girl’s got a history of depressive episodes, we found she stopped taking her medication around the same time Hawkmoth first reared his ugly head and hasn’t restarted.”

“All the while not being akumatised.” Interjected a Constable, leaning forwards, “I managed to get a warrant for the notes on her counselling sessions, so we can probably work out what triggered her breakdown.”

“We’ve also started looking into the claims that Agreste offed his wife because she wouldn’t play ball.” Announced the DS, “I’ve applied for a warrant to search the house, there’s been major construction work to both the area under the house as well as the attic.”

“Let me guess, nothing appeared in the database regarding the construction work.” Remarked Jonas, looking over at the DS, “Michael, since your too close to the Dupain-Cheng case, I want you chasing up the computers, I want to know what’s on them and what he was using them for.”

The DS nodded, before getting to his feet, “I’ll give Tech a shout, we might get somewhere that way.”

Jonas nodded as Michael walked out.

“Stevens, Ricca, I want to know more about the attack on Marinette when she was younger, see if it has anything to do with her current mindset. And don’t ask Michael, he’s testy enough about this as it is.” The DI and DC both nodded, before Jonas turned to look at two other members of the team, “And can someone please find out what’s taking that medical report so long.”

DB

Marinette quietly swung her legs back and forth, quietly humming a small tune to herself. Alya stared in shock at the girl who, just a few weeks ago, was a mess and was unable to face Adrien without having a meltdown. Nino sighed as he dropped into his seat and carefully gave Adrien a brief, but reassuring, hug.

“I forgot what you were like when you were taking your meds, Marinette.” Remarked Nino, before frowning, “How are you so high up?”

“I’m sitting on my bag.” Chirped Marinette, before pushing a box towards him, “Eat.”

Nino took the box and opened it, before Marinette pushed another box towards Adrien, “Kittyyyy, eeeat.”

Adrien slowly reached for the box, before quickly pulling it towards him. He carefully pried open the lid and peered inside. He slowly and carefully extracted a passionfruit macaron and nibbled it.

It’d been little over a month since the confrontation and, while Marinette quickly improved, Adrien had been slow to make progress, genuinely thinking that everything his father did to him was his fault. Then came the unknown incident two weeks back where Adrien suddenly decided he needed to be near Marinette. Nino thought it had something to do with Marinette being Ladybug, but he didn’t know how that would change Adrien’s previous isolationist attitude.

Adrien then made a small noise that sounded like a cat chirruping. He reached into the box again and repeated the process. Soon the box was empty, with Adrien slowly placing it in his bag, as if he was afraid that someone was going to snatch it away from him.

Nino felt a twinge in his chest, he knew that Adrien’s dad was strict, but he never thought that the man was actually abusive. Of course, he’d said that to the police, earning him a frown from the detective.

Chloe strutted into the room and did a double take at the sight of Marinette quietly humming to herself.

“Great, Dupain-Cheng is away with the fairies again.” Drawled Chloe, getting a worried look from Alya.

“Is this normal?” Asked Alya, getting a snort from Alix.

“It’ll last another couple of weeks, Marinette’s been off them so long that she needs to get used to them again.” Said Alix, as Marinette absently doodled on the desk.

“But, after that, she’ll be back to normal?” Asked Alya, as Marinette dropped her pen.

Marinette froze, before letting out a sniffle.

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” Asked Nino, making Adrien look at Marinette.

“Snakes don’t have any arms.” Sniffed Marinette, staring at the doodle she’d made on the desk.

Nino sighed; it was going to be a long couple of weeks.

DB

Sabine frowned as she got off the phone with the doctor, “They’re going to be changing Marinette’s medication, they didn’t respond well when I said they were making Marinette loopy.”

Tom hummed, before catching sight of a paper bag sitting under the counter.

“Sabine, where does Marinette get her medication from?” Asked Tom, picking up the bag.

“The pharmacy, like everyone else.” Responded Sabine, not looking at her husband.

“I meant where does she store them?” Clarified Tom, as Sabine finally looked up at him.

“Under the counter.” Said Sabine, just as Tom looked inside the bag.

“She’s keeping them in a mixture of sugar and, I think, aphids.” Said Tom, picking up the medication, “These are out of date!”

DB

Marinette scowled as she kicked the floor, she was too busy sulking to notice her friends walking up to her.

“Is everything okay, girl?” Asked Alya, making Marinette look up.

“They found my snacks.” Pouted Marinette, clearly unhappy.

“You mean that sugar and aphid concoction that you put your drugs in?” Questioned Alya, making Marinette blush.

 “It made them taste nice.” Protested Marinette, as Adrien’s head cocked.

“You hid your medication in sugar?”

“They tasted horrible.”

“How long had they been in there?”

“Over two years.”

The three looked down at Marinette.

“Marinette.” Said Alya, frowning, “Were they still in date?”

Marinette suddenly became very interested in her shoes.

“Marinette?”

“The date’s only a number and is advisory.” Mumbled Marinette, her shoe squeaking.

“You were taking out of date medication, covered in sugar and bugs, are currently at risk of having bacterial infections and you’re upset that you’ve lost as, frankly disgusting, snack.” Said Nino, as Adrien frowned.

“It’s about principle!” Exclaimed Marinette, before Adrien reached into his bag.

“I’ve got pop tarts.”

Marinette leapt at him.

DB

“I simply don’t think it best to remove Adrien from his class and send him abroad.” Said Damocles, frowning at the Graham De Vanily’s.

“But his situation would require that he be placed with a family member.” Retorted Amélie, as Félix scowled in the corner.

“Mrs. Graham De Vanily, please understand, we’re not simply talking about his living situation, but his education as well.” Stated Damocles, pinching the bridge of his nose, “France and England have two rather different schooling systems, and that’s not even starting on the transfer process we’re still going through from him being home-schooled.”

“But Adrien’s safety must be taken into consideration.” Protested Amélie, silently casting a glare at Félix’s scoff.

“Which has been done,” Said Damocles, “Adrien has been place with a family that has been checked extensively.”

“Who?!” Demanded Amélie, glaring at the Principal.

“I am not allowed to say.”

DB

Adrien sat curled in a ball as Juleka draped a feather scarf around Chloé’s neck.

“Why am I doing this?” Whined Chloé, getting a glare from the goth.

“You locked me in a room so I couldn’t be in a school picture, been a general menace to society and Adrien’s living here, so you have to abide by the rules.” Stated Juleka, dropping a big sun hat on Chloé’s head.

“You’re not making Dupain-Cheng do this.” Objected Chloé, making Juleka look over at Marinette, who was staring at a wall, spaced out.

“Because I like her.”

Adrien carefully poked Marinette, making her turn her big, dilated blue eyes on him, “Are you okay?”

“I had coffee.” Slurred Marinette, almost vibrating.

“She put a cocktail of energy drink into her coffee.” Corrected Juleka, as Marinette went back to staring at the wall.

“Doesn’t she usually crash or something?” Demanded Chloé, almost on que, as Marinette pitched forwards and buried her face in a pillow.

“Wasn’t someone supposed to stop Marinette from doing that?” Asked Adrien, quietly.

“I had more important things to do.” Dismissed Juleka, smirking, “Besides, I get to torture Chloé and Alya, because Marinette’s going to be bouncing off the walls later.”

Adrien felt a pang of sympathy for Alya, before Marinette jumped to her feet and bounded out of the room. There was a crashing sound, before Marinette bounded back into the room clanging two pans together.

“Okay,” Said Juleka, putting a pair of gaudy sunglasses on Chloe, “Marinette, what do you think?”

Marinette paused in her steps, slowly twisting her head to look at Chloé. Marinette stared at Chloé for a minute, before putting the pots down and started fixing the crime against fashion Juleka had made.

“And that, is how you reign a wild Marinette.” Smirked Juleka, as Marinette muttered at a mile a minute.

DB

Adrien’s leg bounced as he heard his fath-Gabriel’s sentencing. He’d been placed with a couple that lived close to his school. Bryan and Ellie were an older couple who had experience with abuse victims. Bryan kept his hand on Adrien’s should, doing what he could to keep Adrien grounded. During the trial, Gabriel had slipped up and mentioned akumatising Adrien, which then led to him being identified as Hawkmoth. Needless to say, Adrien ended up in hospital because he had a panic attack.

Ladybug had dropped by the police and collected Miraculous, returning it to the Guardians. Nathalie had slipped into a coma and was pronounced brain-dead a few weeks later. Adrien heard Kim laughing about Mayura being turned into an ‘organ farm’. Adrien didn’t know if Marinette threw up on Kim purposefully or if it was just a reaction.

Adrien didn’t notice he was being guided out of the court room, until Marinette sprayed a sea of journalists with a super soaker that was full of a foul smelling liquid.

“What the hell is that?” Coughed Bryan, as Marinette slid into the car next to Adrien.

“One of my sister’s protein shakes, I think.” Said Marinetted, grimacing at the gunk around the nozzle.

Marinette aimed the water gun out of the window and sprayed Alec Cataldi in the face. She put the water gun down and started fishing around her pockets, before reaching into her hand bag. A small, black kitten mewed as Marinette passed it off to Adrien, before she finally found what she’d been looking for.

“Chocolate?”

Adrien looked at the sweet, before leaning forwards and taking a massive bite out of the bar. Marinette looked between the bar and Adrien, before taking her own equally massive bite. Bryan tutted at them, hiding a smile.

Adrien was happy, despite today’s events, so Bryan decided to let them act childishly. It’s not like those two were going to hurt anyone.

Bryan would later retracted that statement when Marinette’s cat threw up on them.

[earthtonova]

❥ 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚 :D

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hi welcome, happy to see you! have a seat 🔫👁👁

as you can probably tell, this is my side-blog! you’re probably going to see just some sketches, fanart, and reblogs!

i draw mostly undertale related thing (this fandom has me by the neck, send help /hj)

you want to be friends? with me?

that’s a shocker- anyways the moment you’re my friend is the moment you sold your soul /hj

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ask (go ahead);; i don’t mind question here, i might respond or i might not, it just depends.

request (maybe);; i like to draw and i’m open to request, but i might be slow with them

roleplay (no(?));; omg back in my animo arc i was “semi-“ something rp person… it’s been five years since then. i don’t think i can roleplay, but maybe i can try! maybe..

collab (go ahead);; i love collabs! i’m down to collab anytime! :]

art trade (maybe);; i’m kinda down, but i might be slow because i’m working on a lot of things

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my creations

delivery! | undertale au

❥ “Delivery!” is where three out!codes from collapsing alternative universes came together to one void, all just wanting to obtain access to the multiverse for their end goal; therefore, they created an alibi to not create suspicion for wandering around different places. Setting up a pen paling system for others to contact each other through mail and delivering said mail.

the songbird and entries | undertale au

❥ (under construction ;; wip) two outcodes / wanderers that have a confusing partnership. one is an observer and the other is the “songbird” (here’s a concept of it!)

amaryllistale (w/ astrokal!) | undertale au

❥ an alternative universe in undertale

[where-fading-princesses-live]

USPS has the worst customer service. 

I don’t know why I keep using these assholes. I just can’t find anything better atm. Is Fedex better? Idk... UPS I heard is worse. 

I have two refunds pending for over 2 weeks now. 

I started a package pickup request on September 18, using the USPS Click-n-Ship Service. But I cancelled the Pickup Request on the same day I placed the order because I accidentally selected the wrong shipping address. USPS charged me $16.10 for this label that I cancelled.

Also on September 22,  I cancelled a Pickup Request on the same day I placed the order because I could not print the label at that time (my printer ran out of ink). USPS charged me $9.45 for this label that I cancelled.

I e-mailed USPS Tech Support on Sep 22 and received no response. So, I e-mailed Customer Support on Sep 26 and sent them another e-mail today. They are supposed to respond within 3-5 business days.

 I reached out to PayPal hoping they will step in and resolve the issue.

On the USPS website, on my account under ''Shipping History,'' the refund request shows that it is still pending. It has been pending since the 18th and the 22nd, the day I requested the refunds.

USPS has not been responding at all to my customer inquiries.

I should call them. I’m going to keep bombarding them with e-mails until they respond.

So, they charged $25.55 in total and refuse to give it back. I mean-

Not trying to be a Karen or anything but c’mon, I work hard for that money. They took $25 bucks for orders that were cancelled; there was no package pickup request. What do they need it for? For fuck’s sake. I’m going to have to call them. Everybody out here be taking shit from me. I’m so tired of these motherfuckers. They’re always losing my packages or forwarding them to a different address and now I can’t even get a hold of them for a simple fucking $25 refund.

Just one of those weeks. 

Tomorrow is October. This is fucking ridiculous.

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― I’M ALIVE !

hey everyone! sorry i’ve completely fallen off the face of the earth, i promise it wasn’t intentional! this summer totally whooped my ass; i thought i would have a lot of free time but i ended up working 2 jobs and also putting my heart and soul into 3 big projects i’m working on. while i wanted to log on and tell you guys that i’m gonna try and be active as much as i can during the school year, i also wanted to let you guys know how i’m gonna be changing things around here (under the cut)!

I. first off, i’m probably gonna clear out my inbox. not because of anything bad! but mostly just because i’ve gotten so many asks while i’ve been away. that being said, if you have a request that you’d like to send again, go for it! i’ll make sure to read everything i’ve been sent, but unless you’re one of my long-time mutuals, i probably won’t respond.

II. second, i’m going to be changing the way i do milestone events. while i love getting interaction from you guys, it does get a little overwhelming. this blog blew up way faster than i anticipated it would [over 300 followers in the span of 6 months, which doesn’t sound crazy but i’m used to slow growth lol]. so, what does this mean for milestone events? i’m mostly planning on doing events every 500 follower milestone [i.e. 500 followers, 1k, 1.5k, etc.]. of course i’ll be sure to say thank you every time i hit a big 100! but i don’t be doing events for every 100 follower milestone i end up hitting.

III. i’m also going to be changing the way i do requests. i will continue to write for anyone on my list as long as it doesn’t break any boundaries! but i���m not going to promise to fulfill any requests unless i have actual inspiration to write them. this is kind of the reason i fell off in the first place, if i’m being honest. i was getting absolutely flooded with requests and i had just hit like 200 followers (?) so i was doing an event as well. i would wake up to 10 new requests and, honestly, it was pretty overwhelming. writing felt more like a job than a fun hobby i would do in my spare time, so i ended up quitting writing altogether for a few months. i holed up with just my close friends on discord and read loads of fanfiction for like 2 or 3 months. then i started on my personal projects: a 32-part series, a 2-part screenplay, and a 6-installment novel series. and it was definitely an experience that i don’t regret having, but i would rather not go through all the stress again. that being said, you’re welcome to submit any requests that you want [as long as they don’t break any boundaries and the person you’re asking for is on my list]. i DO NOT promise to fulfill any of these requests unless i specifically accept them. you can check for this on my pending page; any fics under “accepted fics” are sitting in my drafts, and any fics under “back burner” are requests that i have received but not accepted yet.

IV. all of my mutuals are 110% allowed to send me or tag me in ask games! they’re so much fun and i honestly feel so flattered whenever i get tagged or get a cute ask game in my inbox! though, from now on, i will be reblogging with my responses on my side dsmp blog @quackitee ! it’s nothing personal or anything bad, i just don’t want my main writing blog to get clogged up with posts that aren’t relevant.

i hope everyone understands! thank you for reading and sorry for the text well!! i love you all lots and i’m very excited to be back!