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via-l0ve · 7 months

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Dating Carlisle Cullen HCs!

a/n: was the requested? absolutely not. am i a slut for daddy cullen? abso-fuckin-lutley

warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, im lowkey an edward hater in this i’m sorry, smut is fem!reader based!! dating daddy carlisle

- when you guys hang out at night /alone he’s all over you

- he holds you, lays on your chest, plays with your hair while you sit inbetween his legs SHSSUWHEISN

- he plays with your fingers while you guys are around other people and he gets a little nervous

- like if your hanging out with friends he’ll play with your fingers and hands, twist around your bracelets and rings

- i love him he’s so soft

- he desperately tries to stop you from popping pimples and blackheads

- “y/n sTOP”

- sometimes you’ll laugh at stuff he says bc it sounds so old fashioned

- he attempts to make you food and most of the time it’s amazing but usually when you two cook it almost always ends up burnt or undercooked or missing an ingredient

- bc he gets distracted by your stupid jokes that sometimes result in a food fight

- carlisle would do anything for you

- literally one time you brought up wanting to go to disneyland because they do a mardi gras parade and he almost bought plane tickets right then and there

- “what’re you doing?”

- “buying plane tickets.”

- “what??? STOP-“

- he loves how you hate when he spends money on you

- it makes him want to do it more

- you both have multiple matching things

- bracelets, rings, necklaces, etc

- he bought you this EXPENSIVE bracelet once and you almost passed out on the spot

- it has your and carlisle’s initials engraved into it and it’s your favorite color

- he lets you paint his nails frequently

- he loves when you do little designs on them too

- he loves being the person you feel comfortable ranting to

- it breaks his heart when he opens his door and sees you with puffy eyes and a red nose, tears reminiscent on your face

- he lets you in and picks you up, speeding you to his bedroom

- he grabs you a big t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tells you to shower or change before talking about it

- and then after that he does whatever you want

- sometimes he’ll comb your hair while you rant to him, or make you some tea on the kitchen island while you talk to him about what happened

- he’d totally sit you on the counter and cut up + feed you fruit and clean the juice from your chin. im sobbing

- 100% takes care of your stuffed animals

- he would love how you bond with his “kids”

- you and emmett would totally play horror games together

- emmett and you are this clip:

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxJdszrIKDCtmfnyVLdhVwf2sGqLcJ6NBU

- honestly either of you could be rhett/link and it would still make sense

- you lowkey make fun of edward ngl

- i feel like he plays games with you and emmett too and he sucks ass

- carlisle looses his shit when he hears you make a gooddamn good roast of him and you can hear him laughing from upstairs

- alice constantly tries to buy you clothes she thinks not only you, but also carlisle would like

- Rosalie would confide in you a lot

- tbh it took her a hot minute to warm up to you but when she saw how happy carlisle was with you she gave you a chance

- jasper loves you tbh

- he games w/ u and emmett and you guys kick ass in rocket league

- sometimes Carlisle will just stare at you for no reason

- you’ll catch him and he won’t break eye contact and you get all flustered and look away

- and proceed to look back to see him still staring

- “what’re you looking at?”

- “just you. :)”

- “okay but why”

- “youre beautiful.”

- “get a room!” ~ emmett

- reminds your to take ur medication

- after meeting your family, he’s always down to babysit with you or go to family reunions or vacations

- if it’s a sunny place he’ll just busy himself with work inside

- always liking ur instagram posts

- he always comments on them too

- just a simple “i love you” or “gorgeous🩷”

——— smut time

- respect and consent king

- wouldn’t dream of hurting you/degrading you ever

- he loves tits. sorry not sorry it’s true

- he’ll play w/ ur nipples and leave hickeys on ur boobs

- fucking looses it when you moan his name

- like, if you do that he’s giving you literally everything he has

- his fav position is missionary or when you ride him but you face him

- specifically if he’s sitting in his office chair and you get ontop of him and-

- makes your legs SHAKE

- he has his hands on your hips while you ride him bc that’s hot

- literally adores your body

- he couldn’t care less of your stomach pokes out or if you have love handles or stretch marks

- he loves you for you

- PRAISE

- this man loves to make you blush and he knows exactly how to do it in bed

- master at giving you head

- literally knows exactly what to do and how you like it done

- fucking dies when you ride his face

- like it’s not a thing that he wants he NEEDS it

- he pays attention to your body movements and how you react to certain things

- he’s the typa guy to get on his knees and eat you out

- tongue around ur clit and fingers inside you pumping in and out and moving around inside to touch your g-spot

#love u mwah #im in love with this man #twilight #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle #carlisle cullen #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #twilight x reader #carlisle cullen smut #carlisle cullen fluff

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strawbbz · 8 months

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gus falling for matt first is funnier to me. cannot change my mind.

Oh abso-FUCKING-lutley it's one of my favorite versions of Gustholomule soley because of the comedic potential

Here's some old art

#matt falling first is like canon accurate imo #but gus falling first is infinitely more funnier im not sorry #pining gus is something thag could be so special #matt is a fuckinf IDIOT!!!#peak gustholomule #toh #the owl house #gustholomule

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randommusicalfluff · 2 months

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Yours arts so cuteeee >//<

Can I have lee!Vox and ler!Alastor, pleeease?

Abso-freakin-lutley!!! I don’t ship them but their dynamic is soooooo good! I love drawing these two so this was a blast to draw

#mango art #tickling #tickle #tickle art #tickle community #tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin tickle #hazbin hotel tickle art #lee!vox #ler!alastor #the sillies #was drawing this at work btw

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cactus-fruit-juice · 2 years

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I feel like a big thing people get into when writing Jason Todd is that he's mad the Joker is still alive and mad he's been replaced. Which is fair as those are a huge part of what drives him earlier in his post resurrection days. But what they also tend to do when writing him is explain away both things then act as if his whole argument easily falls apart with context.

You see a lot of fics go "no batman didn't immediately replace you, Tim fought him for that, he didn't actually want another Robin" and "Batman was going to kill joker but batman can't kill, he still cares about you" and then Jason starts doubting his reasoning or whatever but like I feel like that wasn't the main point???

Was Jason mad he was replaced? Abso-fucking-lutley. Was Jason mad that the Joker was still alive? Yes fucking furious. But that never felt like the main point to me. To me it was the fact that, especially from the outside, his death changed nothing.

He looks back into what's happening in Gotham and sees not only that there's a new Robin but that the Joker had gotten out again. The newspaper headline he sees could quite literally be one from his Robin days because that's how little things have changed. Not only is there another child running around in the same outfit fighting crime but he's literally fighting the same exact man that got him killed.

Not only is the joker not dead but he's still escaping fairly regularly. The security wasn't even beefed up after his death.

And that means his death meant nothing.

His death didn't better the world, his death didn't even change anything. Nothing better came from him dying, there was no greater cause. He simply died.

#jason todd #red hood #batfam #batman #dc universe #just my thoughts

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 11 months

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Could you write a Donnie 2012 with a fem reader who loves listening to him talk about whatever he's interested in, to the point that she'll shush the other turtles if they try to interrupt or shut him down? And like if they don't stop shutting him up she'll just yell at them lmao

if not that fine please ignore

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTLEY! Sorry for the delay! I momentarily died, can I promise it won't happen again? NO! But can I promise I will get to each ask? A HARD MAYBE! But I absolutely loved this idea.

2012 DONATELLO X FEM!READER

Basically: Female reader who loves to listen to Donnie

To say you were smitten with this nerdy turtle was an understatement

God you loved his voice

The way his eyes would light up when he came up with a new invention

The way his fists would ball up and shake in excitement when a plan/blueprint was coming together

He would constantly sit in his lab, telling you ALLLLLLL about the new inventions he made as you laid your head on the table and listened to him, a smile on your face every time.

One time Leo walked into the lab as Donnie did one of his rants with you, his back turned away as he illustrated something on a nearby white board

Before Leo even took a breath to speak to you, you have immediately put a hand on his mouth to keep him from talking, not tearing your eyes away from Donnie as he ranting, not noticing Leo in the room

As you removed your hand, you made a shooing motion with his hand to get Leo out. Leo was confused but obliged, turning around and shutting the lab door

Donnie of course heard the door and stopped ranting to turn towards the door

"Did someone walk in here?-"

"Nope! Nobody at all, now, what was it you were saying about the new additions to the Shell-Raiser?"

"Oh! Right! Anyway-"

God you loved him

One time though, he sat with you on the couch, leaning against your shoulder as he scribbled out designs for a new inventions for his brothers to try out on their next mission

Of course, in the middle of it, the three other brothers decided now was the perfect time to argue about who got to watch their show next

With their bickering, Donnie sighed, he could never get a moment of peace, could he?

"I BELIEVE IT WAS MY TURN TO WATCH SPACE HEROS!"

"Guys-"

"OH YEAH? WELL I CALLED DIBS!"

"HOW ABOUT I CALL YOU 'DEAD' IF YOU DON'T HAND ME THAT REMOTE RIGHT NOW?"

"HOW ABOUT ALL OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I TAKE THAT REMOTE AND BREAK IT IN HALF OVER YOUR SHELLS?!"

"..."

Clears throat, "Anyway, what were you saying Donnie?"

Sorry if this was so short! Requests are still open!

(I'm running out of Donnie Gifs to use y'all, this'll have to do ;-;)

#headcannons #fanfiction #fanfic #self insert #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #2012 donnie #2012 donatello #2012 donnie x reader #2012 donatello x reader #save rottmnt #x reader

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Like A Movie Part VII

Summary: The moment we've all been waiting for!

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Okay so if you guys are on my AO3 you know I'm a smut writing dog. I can't do it for this one, writing about a real person feels like a line I wont cross. But if you like fluff, consider this chapter cotton fucking candy. Remember as you read it these two fools have been dancing around their feelings for a few months now...

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Abso-fucking-lutley.”

Jenna practically drags you through afterparty venue, weaving through crowds and waving off people who try to call her over. She’s a woman on a mission and you’re her cargo. You try with all your might to keep the awestruck, goofy smile off your face, but you fail miserably. You are struggling to keep up with her, your arm completely outstretched as she pulls you through, stumbling behind her. How she’s able to move so quickly in her heels is an outright mystery to you.

When you finally break out into the open air of the night, she takes her phone out, calling her driver. He’s there in less than a minute. The party inside is still raging on so there are no other cars waiting to pick anyone up. She opens the door for you, not waiting for the driver to get out and do it, and you climb in making room for her next to you.

“Wow, chivalry isn’t de-“

Your joke is quickly cut off by her lips. The moment the door shuts she grabs your collar and pulls you in, all earlier hesitance gone. For a moment you’re so shocked you just let her kiss you, but when a sigh leaves the back of her throat you’re spurred into action. What started as an innocent kiss in the hallway has quickly turned into a full blown make out session in the back of her town car. You feel like a teenager, all elbows and knees trying to impress the homecoming queen.

Her driver pretends not to notice. You silently remind yourself to thank him sometime in the future, maybe send him flowers for allowing this to happen without fanfare. When he turns off the side street, rolling into early LA night traffic, Jenna breaks away from you to speak to him.

“West Hollywood. Take us to the apartment.”

He nods and doesn’t reply, turning up the Vivaldi song he had been listening to.

“Wait we’re going to my house?”

She’s still practically in your lap, her arms around your neck and her face inches from yours. It makes your brain foggy.

“Is that okay?”

“Oh yeah of course, I just figured you’d want to change. And that yours is probably nicer than mine.”

She leans back to look at you while she talks to you and you’re kicking yourself for not shutting your damn mouth and going back to kissing her. You fight to focus on her words as you watch her lips move. They’re slightly swollen now, her lipstick lighter than it was in the beginning of the night. You probably have half of it on your mouth now. Your stomach flips pleasantly.

“I like your apartment. And your clothes.”

You curse yourself because as much as you want to go back to running your tongue over her teeth you can’t resist banter.

“Oh you think because I let you kiss me you can just take my clothes now?”

“You let me kiss you?” She leans back further, ready to tease you.

There are two streets you can go down at this crossroads. You can play into this, and inevitably lose. Or you can grovel and beg her to kiss you again. And again. And again. We’ve established that you’re stubborn right? And an idiot?

“That’s right. I have blessed you with these sweet lips on this night, and you should be grateful.”

Her eyebrows rise so high you’re slightly afraid she’s going to crush you. Instead she turns to her driver.

“You hear that Phil? Sweet lips here wants to be dropped off and you can take me to my house after.”

“No no no no Phil, no don’t do that let’s not be rash here.”

Jenna smirks at you, she’s won, you’ve lost. It WAS inevitable. Instead of continuing your stupidity you do the smartest thing you’ve done in a long time. You gently grab her by the back of the neck, your fingertips in her hair, and pull her back to your lips. The car ride is far too short, the sight of your parking lot stopping hands from wandering too far.

When Phil puts the car in park you’re flying out of the back seat, rushing around to Jenna’s side to open her door. You feel accomplished and Phil shakes his head at you, a smirk on his face. She exits gracefully, hiking her dress up and making her way to the stairs.

You lean down in the open car door and quietly tell Phil, “You’re an angel. I owe you big time buddy.”

He coughs out a quiet laugh, “You better get up there kid, I wouldn’t keep her waiting.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re slamming the door shut and sprinting up the stairs, skidding around the hand rail and toward your door as Jenna arrives at it. Your hands shake when you try to put the key in, your fingers fumbling around the key ring. You feel a hand at the small of your back, and Jenna lightly leans into you.

“I’m not going anywhere, slow down.” She tells you.

You take a deep breath. She’s still there. The key slides into the lock and you push the door open, sighing in relief. As soon as you’re across the threshold she’s pushing you against the door, closing it with your back. You almost blurt out a smart aleck remark about her rushing after just telling you to slow down, but you’ve already learned there’s no winning in those scenarios. Plus her lips are on yours again and her hands are pulling on your bow tie, working on the knot.

You’re impressed when it falls loose, and the top few buttons of your shirt are undone, all without breaking your lips apart. She takes a break from your shirt and reaches her arms around your neck, pulling you down to her to deepen the kiss, her tongue skating across your lips. Your heart is racing now, you’re slightly afraid you may be going into cardiac arrest.

Imagine the headline. WRITER HAS HEART ATTACK JUST BEFORE GETTING LAID BY ACTRESS JENNA ORTEGA. The thought makes you laugh through your nose, making Jenna pull back. She looks up at you with a confused smile on her face.

“Sorry, I was just imagining what the headlines would say if I had a heart attack right now.” You tell her, nearly breathless.

She snorts and lets go of your neck taking a step backward to lean on the wall and pull her heels off. Her laughter grows as she’s doing it and you’re not sure if you’re proud of yourself for making her laugh this hard or if you should be embarrassed. You kick your shoes off while she struggles with the second shoe, off balance and still giggling.

You shed your suit coat and throw it over the half wall in your entry way just as she escapes her shoe. When she turns back to you, you feel a sudden surge of confidence and step to her, leaning down to kiss her again. She’s much shorter now, so you’re getting used to the difference without her heels. Her hands loop back around your neck and you decide, fuck it. You lift her onto your hips, her dress riding up as she wraps her legs around your waist. Your hands are on the backs of her thighs as you carry her down the hall to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

———

A beam of sunlight filtering through your curtains draws you slowly out of your sleep. It makes its way up your bed and over your eyes as the sun rises, little particles dancing around it like glitter. You smile sleepily, remembering the best dream you’d ever had. It felt so real. Almost like…

You jolt completely awake, your eyes flying open. You stay as still as you can, listening for movement. You can’t quite tell yet if what happened was a dream or if it was real. But the other side of your bed behind you is warmer than usual, and there’s a soft stinging on the skin of your back.

Very carefully, you turn your head as far as it will go, slowly shifting your body over until you can see the top of her shoulder. Thick brown hair spills over her neck and face, her breathing steady and her eyes closed. You turn back, your eyes wide. It wasn’t a dream. Jenna is in your bed. She’s in one of your giant tshirts and if you remember correctly, nothing else. You lie there for a minute, trying to gather yourself. A huge smile steadily spreads across your face, and you squeeze your eyes closed, fighting the urge to kick and scream in joy.

Jenna sighs heavily in her sleep, her arm moving to wrap around your waist. You can’t contain yourself any longer. You roll over slowly, trying not to wake her. She looks peaceful, her features relaxed and her makeup washed away. You remember watching her in your bathroom from your bed last night, scrubbing her face clean, her freckles making their full appearance.

If she opened her eyes at that moment you’d probably scare the hell out of her, grinning like a maniac, taking in her sleeping form. With that thought in mind you soften your smile, it won’t go away completely but at least now if she woke up you wouldn’t look like a psychopath.

The beam of light that so graciously woke you up is crawling over your shoulder and making its way onto her face. She shifts, the light beginning to wake her up too. You run your fingers up her arm and down her side to rest on her hip. She smiles with her eyes still closed. A brilliant idea overcomes you.

“What are your thoughts on breakfast?” You ask her, your voice scratchy.

She cracks open one eye, her smile firmly affixed to her face. “You want like a thesis or?”

She makes you laugh. The first words out of her mouth are sarcasm. Her sleepy voice sends you into mental cartwheels. You have half a mind to stay in bed with her until some apocalyptic event forces you to get up, but you figure, or hope, there will be plenty of time in bed in your future. Especially once she tastes your pancakes. You kiss her on her nose and she wrinkles it, closing her eyes again.

“You’ll be writing scientific essays on breakfast once you have my pancakes. That’s a promise.” You say as you roll out from under her arm and walk around your bed to your bathroom.

She rolls over to watch you as you brush your teeth. You dig around the cabinet under your sink with your toothbrush hanging from your mouth and come up with an extra toothbrush in its package. You hold it up showing her, and set it down on the counter. She nods once and continues to watch as you spit into the sink, then tie your hair up.

You go to leave the bedroom but think twice and head back to the bed, leaning onto it and kissing her. She licks her lips when you pull back and you make your exit. When you get to the kitchen you slide on the tile in your socks, your arms above your head. You take a second to do a little victory dance, and then tell your speaker to put on Labrinth radio.

You pull bowls and pans out, dancing around your kitchen as you start cooking. Two coffee mugs sit on your counter as the espresso machine steams. You’re so busy focusing on flipping pancakes you don’t notice Jenna leaning in the archway, watching you. Sexy MF comes on and you’re really in the groove, sliding between the stove and the bowl of pancake pix on the counter singing and dancing.

When she starts laughing at your dance moves you pivot around, spatula in one hand. You don’t skip a beat and dance over to her singing the words to her, pointing at her with your spatula.

“God made a master piece, you’re in a league all byyyyy yourseeeelf” you sing, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek.

She shakes her head at you still laughing and sits down at her usual spot at the table when you spin away back to the stove. You dance over to grab her coffee and set it in front of her. Pancakes are transferred from the pan onto plates as the song ends, and you tell the speaker to lower the volume. You grab syrup from your pantry and put it in the middle of the table, then the plates. Finally you sit down with your coffee.

“Now I know you kinda like me, but after you try these,” you point at her plate, “you’re gonna keep me around just for the pancakes.”

She scoffs and pours syrup over her plate. She takes a bite and closes her eyes, a moan slipping through her lips. “You know what, I doubted you. But oh my god what did you put in these?”

She takes another bite and moans again. You chew your food, a proud smile on your face.

“Now I can’t go giving away secret recipes. Then what would you need me for?”

Her eyes glint mischievously, “I can think of a few other things.”

You cough, nearly choking on your food. Her expression is smug and victorious. You go about finishing your breakfast and coffee, easy conversation bouncing back and forth across the table. The familiarity of it all is comforting to you. Your friendship hasn’t changed, except in one major way. You still joke with her and she taunts you and you both laugh and smile at each other.

Once the food is gone and the dishes are washed you lean against the counter finishing your coffee. She’s at the table texting someone and you take the moment just to watch her. She’s relaxed, and comfortable and it makes you feel lightheaded. She sets her phone down and looks up at you.

“So what’s your plan for this beautiful Sunday?” You ask her, jerking your head toward the window, the sun shining high in the sky.

She shrugs, “I don’t usually do anything the day after an event. I’ll probably go see my parents later.”

You nod, “Do you want to watch a movie with me? Before you go?”

Your voice is so transparently hopeful you might be sick at yourself. You sleep with a girl one time and now you don’t want to let her leave. But it’s always been that way, even before you knew you could kiss her and before she left pink welts down your spine. You may as well be labeled an addict, the way you crave her company.

“We can watch a few, unless you have plans.” She replies.

You try to play it cool, like that wasn’t a million dollar answer. “No plans. Though I do need to get my car from Olivia’s house at some point.” You say, turning to look outside at your parking lot like the Mustang might have magically reappeared.

“Phil can drop you off on the way to my house, if you want.”

“Speaking of, when do I get to see your place?” You realize as soon as you say it that it might be a weird request, but before you can stammer and apologize shes already answering you.

“Come over tomorrow, I’ll make you dinner.”

“Ooooh wine and dine, you flatter me.”

She smiles, “I figure I should repay you for the pancakes and the umm, other things.” She blushes and looks down at her hands on the table.

“Yeah we didn’t take the traditional talk, date, sex route did we?” You say, trying to make her blush harder. You succeed, the pink rises up her neck and over her cheeks.

She looks back up at you, “I don’t regret it. Though I do wish you would have figured it out sooner, I was dropping hints about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”

You give her an incredulous look, “You were not.”

Disbelief flashes over her face, “I absolutely was! I told you you were cute, I was over here at least three times a week, and I thought for sure you were going to kiss me at the farmhouse.”

“Okay first of all, you’re nice to everyone, like, all the time. I thought you were just being nice to me. And I was going to kiss you at the farmhouse, until your agent so rudely interrupted me.”

“Okay ‘Casanova,’” she air quotes, “I still had to make the first move.” She stands from her chair, crossing her arms in defiance.

You frown and smile at the same time, you know she’s right. You would have never had the guts. Or maybe you would have, eventually, but it would have taken you concrete evidence of attraction on her end, a signed witness statement and a kick in the ass. Instead of admitting that, you stride over to her and sweep her up, carrying her bridal style and walking into the living room.

You drop her onto the couch and sit in front of her in the curve of her body. You grab the remote and turn the tv on, leaning your weight back onto her ribs.

She grunts, squirming under you, “You know that approach is not going to win every argument we have.”

“We’ll see.” You say, flipping through your watchlist. “Scary movie, or funny movie?”

She finally frees herself from you and slides around to the curve of the couch, it’s her favorite spot. She pulls the throw blanket she likes best off the back and opens it up, laying it across her lap.

“Scary movie. Not one of mine, I can’t do that.”

You sigh, your curser hovering over X. “Fine, but you do realize you’re in just about everything these days right?”

“Not an option y/n. Let’s watch The Witch.”

“Excellent choice.” You say searching for the title.

The movie starts and you lay your head in her lap, foregoing the pillows on the couch. She runs her fingers through your hair, braiding pieces absently as the movie plays.

———

The car ride to Olivia’s house is a short twenty minutes, and you spend it kissing Jenna as often as possible. At this rate you’re going to owe Phil chocolates and a Valentine’s Day card for putting up with the two of you. When he parks the car next to yours, you give Jenna another kiss before opening the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell her, then turn to Phil and reach forward to pat him on the shoulder, “Love you big guy, hope she doesn’t drive you into the ground.”

You laugh at your own joke making Jenna roll her eyes at you and push you out of the car. Phil smiles at you in the rear view mirror. He likes you, you’ve won him over.

You stand in the parking lot and watch them drive away, waiting for the car to disappear around the corner before pulling out your keys.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Casanova.” A voice above your head chimes.

You crane your neck back to the balcony above you, Olivia is there leaning over the railing, a cigarette in her fingers.

“In the flesh.” You say, opening your arms out wide.

“Get your ass up here and tell me everything” She yells down at you.

You make your way up the stairs to her apartment, her front door already open for you. When you step inside, she’s back on the porch waving you over. You skip through her living room and out onto the small porch, throwing yourself into one of her deck chairs.

“Oh you got lucky didn’t you!” She cries out, laughing.

You take your vape out of your pocket and slide your sunglasses on top of your head, no longer needing them as the sun sets behind the building. “A lady never kisses and tells.”

She snorts, kicking your shin lightly, “I saved your ass last night, you will be telling me everything.”

“You did NOT save my ass, you almost COST me my ass!”

“Please!” She jeers, “You were floundering in that hallway. I took her date, saved your ass AND set you up for the spike. I’m just happy you finally did it.”

You want to argue with her further but you know she’s right. “Okay, maybe you saved my ass. And I can’t even take credit for the spike. Jenna-“

“Noooo she made the first move? Oh my god you useless lesbian.”

“Hey!”

“I say it with love.”

“Well… you’re a mean bisexual.” You pout.

“I mean, if the shoe fits.” She drags her cigarette and then puts it out in an ashtray.

“The useless lesbian and the mean bisexual. I think that’ll be the title of my next screenplay.”

“I’m going to have more nicknames for you than any human I’ve ever met, you make it so easy. I think I’ll stick with Casanova, but know in my heart, you’ll always be useless lesbian.”

“I’m touched,” you say, your hand over your heart.

“Come on, let’s go get some terrible fast food and you can tell me everything.”

You stand up, flipping your keys around your finger into your palm. “Lead the way, mean bisexual.”

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell #tara carpenter #wednesday #Spotify

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vanquishedjelly · 1 year

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Mission Accomplished

HellBoy x Reader

Summary- You and HellBoy have been flirting back and forth. Waiting for each other to make a move. Battling to see who will react first. What will happen when you take the flirting up a notch?

A/N- I love the thought of how flirty HellBoy is, and I love the thought of someone else flirting just as much with him (if not more) and so my imagination took hold. Enjoy!

It's been a few years since I've joined B.P.R.D. When I was asked to join I didn't think I would be of much use. I only have Intention/Emotion Sense, both of which I couldn't see being useful on missions, but nevertheless they ushered me to join and I am so glad they did. When I first met Abraham and HellBoy I was blown away by their abilities (and their looks, not gonna lie). Almost feeling slightly lesser than, but Abe was the first to speak up and quickly dismissed those thoughts (which is how i found out he could read minds… crazy, right?) HellBoy on the other hand was kind of stand off-ish?.. is the only way I can put it. His Emotion showed neutrual- no like nor dislike- like he didn't expect me to be around for very long, so he didn't really see the need in putting much time in friendly conversation. Understandable. The first few months it was just me and Abe, goofing about. Normally talking about the books in the library, the missions he and HellBoy has been on- which HellBoy made sure to chime in every now and then to add small details in the stories as he could. Or just chilling- Abe in his tank munching on his god awful smelly eggs and me sitting in the big chair in the library with my phone talking about whatever crossed our minds. Slowly but surely HellBoy started sitting down with us in the library, speaking up a lot more about stories, or even asking my thoughts on random things. I was curious and I felt his intentions, wholeheartedly friendly and emotions were slightly nervous at times, so I opened up to his interactions quickly. After that, me and him talked damn near on a daily basis. Finding out how much of a flirt he was and how much of a goofball he was, was a rollercoaster to say the least- especially on my first mission. Oh lord… You should've seen his face when I started flirting back just as much. I didn't even need to sense to see how surprised he was.

_ "Hey, (y/n), you still with us?" I quickly look up from my forgotten book, staring wide eyed at HellBoy, who was leaning against the door frame. It wasn't hard to sense that his intention was to find me. "Ok, I gotta know what you're thinkin' bout to get that look on your face." He says, his laughter showing through his tone. I tilt my head, "I had a look on my face?" He nods, "yeah, smilin' from ear to ear," he motions his finger towards my face, "and with that far away look, i know it wasn't because of what you're reading." I laugh and shrug slightly, "didn't know i was so easy to read." I sigh, the same reminiscing smile reappears on my face, "just remembering my first few months here." I close the book in my lap and set it aside as HellBoy walks further into the library, almost towering over me. "yeah, I remember the look you gave me when i walked into the room." He says, "the way I saw your pupils dilate." He whistles in emphasis, " I just know you was marveling in how hot i was." I huff out a laugh. "Oh, ab-so-lutley!" staring up at him, "I was so hot and bothered i didn't know what to do with myself." i half joke, fanning myself. He lets out a hearty laugh. "so, you've found me, what'd you need?" I ask "Manning has another" he makes air quotations, " 'Gas leak' for us to fix before it gets too outta hand." I nod, "He needs all of us in the meeting room in 30 minutes to talk about the details." I stand up, "alright, gives me the perfect amount of time to take a shower and get ready." I say absentmindedly walking towards the door with him in tow. "without me?" he says, I can hear his grin in his voice. "yes, without you." I whip around, halting him in his tracks. I run my hands up and down his chest in sensual motions "baby I'd take my time with you, so I don't think we'd make it to the meeting." I smirk. I can basically see the wheels turning in his head, imagining all the things that would entail that moment. "Is that a promise?" He says, his voice in between a whisper and a growl. I can physically feel his arousal build. "Maybe." I smile. He takes a quick intake of breath. 'gotcha' I think to myself. "but," I say, slightly pulling away, "I don't wanna hear Mannings' bitching about us running late." He growls. He raises his hands, about to wrap his arms around my waist, but I whip around and start walking away before he can. I smile to myself as I can feel how frustrated he is.

Mission accomplished.

#HellBoy #Hell Boy #Hellboy x reader #Hellboy x GN!Reader #Hell boy x reader #abraham sapien #GN!reader #almost smut #smut #David Harbour #B.P.R.D.#i need someone to give me more stories prompts

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rosalinabloom · 4 months

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Did I need a pop song from the goblins dedicated to eating babies? No. Did the doctor and Ruby have to join for a verse? Also no. But was it a blast? Abso - fucken - lutley.

#doctor who #fifteenth doctor #the church on ruby road #ruby sunday #goblins #who the fuck names a kid lulubelle?

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spicy-apple-pie · 4 months

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Hi!!! Hello! I was wondering if I could write a fic based on your adopted!Damian AU?

I didn't start writing it yet. I don't know how long it would take to write a first chapter if you gave me the permission, but of course I will credit you :D

Thank you! Sorry if this seem rude.

abso-fucking-lutley!!!

This goes for anyone seeing my work, feel free to create fanfic, fan art, etc of my work. All I ask is that I be credited and tagged if it's on tumblr because I would love to see it.

(Also, the little note at the end is so relatable. Anxiety just be that way I guess)

#shut up spicy #thank you for the ask!!#this is actually amazing #a huge compliment I'm so flattered

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angstics · 1 year

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everything makes fucking sense. three cheers for sweet revenge is abso fucking lutley about choosing music touring as not just a career but your ENTIRE life. theyve talked about how the whole album is about the death of their grandmother, which impacted them specifically because they were on tour for a full year before she passed a day back home. they were so fucking mad. that thread is all over the album, but it finally clicked when i thought about "i never told you what i do for a living". i always interpreted that title as a pun related to the concept album (demo man's job of killing people to become alive), but OF COURSE the concept is a diversion from the auto-biographical meaning.

being a touring musician who loves what they do but regrets how its taken over their life fits in so well. "i did IT all so maybe id live THIS every day." the chorus being about a murder that cant be repented (ESPECIALLY the last line from the last chorus: "it aint the money and it sure as hell aint just for the fame / it's for the bodies i claim") VS shows being described as "killing the audience" by the mcr guys VS from gerard's description, the shows (the "killing") taking from his time with his grandmother. "and we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death / we'll love again, we'll laugh again" circling BACK to helena, the most explicit dedication to his loved one. BUT THE CIRCLING DOES NOT STOP THERE with "i tried / i tried" referencing demolition lovers' "im trying / im trying", indicating the completion of a goal (in this reading being a successful artist).

the song ends submitting to the reality of things, "it's better off this way, so much better off this way / i cant clean the blood off the sheets in my bed." the whole album is about trying to fix death, to fix your mistakes, but you cant. it already happened -- you cant clean the blood.

#mcr #mcr music analysis

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opinated-user · 8 months

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out of curiosity, I searched "violate" on the comic blog again...

nothing showed up.

https://archive.li/h70Nb , tooootally unrelated link pay ab-so-lutley nooo attention in any wayyyy

it's officially gone.

i searched for it from the start of the comic and the entire arc has been scrapped. but you know what is still there? the aftermath when CLO asks G to explain why she metaphorically raped her and CLO tells her that she'd (as 14 year old, mind you) would have consented to mental sex with an adult if that adult had just asked her.

this is the comic right before the entry i just mentioned. if you're a first time reader who never heard about Violate before, you'd have no idea what G did that needed any explaining. next there's a comic of CLO and CMO talking about the situation. followed up G, the child rapist, feeling sad about being a child rapist to her then girlfriend Butterfree, CLO still putting the lock on her room, CMO talking to G and CMO using Lizzy's real name to convince CLO to forgive the creature that raped her as a child.

the comic of CLO asking forgiveness to G is still there and i still hate it just as much as the first day i saw it.

the part in red are there to remark this: this is the dialogue of a survivor of CSA towards her own rapist. in the context of this story, CLO, as the victim, doesn't have a right to be cold or mean to G because "she" (the child rapist, if you forgot) "deserves better".

this story is still asking me to forgive a child rapist and thinks she deserves better. i want to scream. it gets worse when you add the context of everything Courtney talked about and it really sounds like what LO wishes her sister had said to her after Courtney was finally able to stop the molestation at her hands. we also still have the comic of CLO assuring G "i could never hate you" and telling that they're are okay. because that's something you want to read between a child rapist and her victim.

she deleted G actually talking to CLO about the mating bond, but she still left the mess behind how the other characters reacted to this behind. she deleted the confrontation and left the abuse apologia anyway. what is even the point then? now she just made a confusing mess. the Violate arc page is still in the wiki and now i just found out that not only was only two months that passed for CLO to completely forgive G for what she did, but also G apparently was killing people for discovering about the mating bond.

either killing them or taking away their ability to speak somehow, both horrific actions that make G even less sympathetic that she was after violating a child. just imagine that somewhere off screen, there's a ditch where G kept dumping bodies because they could have told CLO about how she was basically raped as a child.

but she "deserved better". she just does. because she's actually what LO wishes she could be, a sympathetic child molester that is a badass that can kill with one look and also got unconditional love from the people she abused even when she doesn't actually deserve it.

that's not all, anon. that's not all at all.

in the section of "character development" of the wiki for this arc, the one that had all the trauma and stress was G.

"willing to attack a child". a normal, healthy and more than that, understandable reaction to your victim potentially finding out that she was molested. feel sorry for G, anon. she felt bad about raping a child, which is even worse than being raped as a child by someone you thought was a friend if you think about it! /s at least according to LO it is! also G won't even attempt to improve as a person in any sort of way after she went through the trauma of raping a child as a fully mature adult. because the trauma of raping a child doesn't make you stronger, anon. it just wounds you.

putting aside my feelings for this horrible idea, you all know what to do: keep the archives of violate and share them up as much as possible, including the wiki page. it's only a matter of time before LO starts denying the arc was ever there and start saying that we wrote Violate or something.

#lily orchard

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