#WE STILL DONT KNOW WHERE THE BUS STOP IS

[the-acid-pear]

A good chunk of my dream today was spent on a bus traveling with my dad where after a very long while of being annoyed by an old woman an old classmate whose face and voice i remember but his name i don't encouraged me to tell her, and tell her i did. At first i started speaking formally but by the end I snapped and i was straight up screaming about how she's annoying and i hate to see her face every time i get on this goddamn bus and it was time someone told her these things. There wasn't a reaction from anyone because i was waking up tho so the dream fell apart before my own eyes.

#luly talks #there were also some moments of claustrophobia probably because my horrible anxiety as of lately #first one was after me and my dad tried to skip paying ticket we were forced to go to the corner behind the bus driver seat #between the machine to pay #and wait until the next stop to do so #second time was after i went to sit on the back because the middle had some weird long seats #there was a very weird guy next to me but i was ignoring him until between him and some other guy (it wasnt intentional they weren't trying #to hurt me but they were doing it anyway) i got stuck and i was like begging them to move snd let me go and saying i was stuck #as i tried to squiggle away #i got away from that bug fuckin g BITING them #and finally the last was before i finally snapped where someone screamed something and i looked out of the window and i realized the bus #was going underwater so i grabbed onto this classmate and ducked down not even caring about it being weird #but then it cleared like nothing and due to that stress i just snapped at the woman #who let me give more context: when my dad and i tried to skip paying she started talking shit in that old woman fashion #but then she wouldn't stop complaining about this student who had done a graffiti because apparently the bathrooms were trash #and one of the things i told her is ''you can have us from morning til noon making graffitis and cleaning them up but that won't change #that the bathroom is still shit #also i think she wanted to cause some repercussions for me speaking like that bc she was like DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I WORK AT ... #and i was like No i don't i never heard of it im new im from the city but with the most arrogant tone ever #anyway it was fun

[vanderilnde]

I don't know how much it fits but, keeping with the theme of butcher!simon's neighborhood being a bit dangerous:

where I grew up (rough neighborhood) there were often bars/pubs and even gas stations nearby that operated all afternoon/night and guys often congregated outside smoking cigarettes and what not. they never bothered the residents, but they damn well worked as guard dogs and warded off strangers.

so... idea: simon and his buddies hanging out outside the corner pub when reader is coming/going to her second job in the weekends, watching closely to make sure she makes it from the bus/train stop to the building door, especially after dark.

OR

alternatively!! simon who stays up and checks out of his window when reader is coming home after dark and doesn't let himself go to sleep until he hears her door unlocking and her making some type of sound (like closing her rickety door or whatever).

i dont think you understand….. reading this altered my brain so viscerally. guard dog simon. yeah.

-

“Still got yer balls in her purse?”

Simon lights his cigarette. The soft smoulder of it barely offsets the flickering streetlight above them, scarcely illuminates the sidewalk. It shines over his face, hanging from the threshold of his lips.

“Yup,” he hums. “Right where I want ‘em.”

Johnny cackles through the plume of smoke curling up and out of his lips. He pats Simon on the back, taking a long drag of his cig, and bumps his shoulder with Kyle’s.

“When’d’ya reckon he’ll let us meet the Bird?”

Kyle rolls his eyes. “When he finds someone to pay.”

“Put a sock in it,” Simon snarls. Taps the ash off his cig. 

Photo is a generous word for it. But it was the only thing Simon had to testify to your existence. A blurry, smudgy picture taken on his phone. Half-eclipsed by his thumb which was accidentally in the corner of his camera. A picture of you leaving the lift—a shallow angle of you walking in some leggings, returning from work. 

It was privy to Simon. A likeness to indulge in during his work days. But in a flitting moment, Johnny laid his eyes on it. Read him to filth for it.

And now, they’re here. 

Off-white sheets of rain running off the canopy they’re situated under. Each holding a cigarette to their lips, resting against the wet brick of a hole-in-the-wall pub. The warm hum from inside pooling into the empty streets of Manchester.

A thin sound arises from it. The chime of a shopkeeper’s bell, signifying the door is being opened. Into the diving rain, you step out, clutching a backpack against your shoulder, your uniform sticking to your skin.

It’s a heavy mass of muscle you almost run into. You stop yourself with a hand split against their chest, against the fleetly rise-and-fall of their jacket.

You have to hoist your neck up to see him. It takes you a while to reorient yourself, to recognise the depthless copper of his eyes. And it takes you even longer to register the underside of his face. Bare, flooded under the soft light of streetlights. 

“Simon!” You squeak. The succession of his heartbeat pumping under your palm. Two men hovering behind him, exchanging puckish smirks. “What are you doing here?”

Simon’s eyebrows purse like he’s confused. He tilts his head, looking at you like a puppy, and shrugs. “I’m here to pick you up.”

“Pick me up–” a chord of bemusement strikes you, collapsing your sentence. Your reservations catch up to you, hitting you like bricks. “Pick me up?”

Simon grunts. His eyes flicker down to your skirt, how it flurries in the wind, and pulls you beneath the awning. 

“Getting y’rself all wet under there,” he grumbles. “Brought you this.”

Simon holds up an umbrella. He waits for you to take it before splaying his big hand on the hind of your spine and turning you around, shepherding you forward.

Your voice is warped with bashfulness when you speak. “Where’re we going?”

“Home,” he says. Three pairs of footfall tread on your heels. Each one more intimidating than the other. Sticky and wet as they trail behind you.

“Just keep walking, Trouble,” Simon mumbles. “‘m here.”

It’s a shield that keeps everyone away. The invasive eyes, the creeping men that usually accompany you on your walk home after work. But today, they’re silent. 

The three men are a pack of dogs behind you. 

Simon, kissing the ground before you walk on it.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #simon writing #writing

[krashoutluv]

Arkham Knight Relationship HCS !! <3

( light nsfw, mostly SFW tho!! )

literally my wife ( i made this pic idc abt creds i just wanna talk abt it)

SFW !! <3

dying on this hill when i say basically any red hood would be soo yummy with a civilian or just someone who is extremely balanced.

im a red hood needs more fucking normalcy in his life TRUTHER.

relationship starts off slow, romantic and platonic, you need to be patient with him long enough for him to get over his mental dilemmas to feel ANY-TYPE of way towards you.

more then like 6 months lets be real yall

his way of bonding is quality time. ill die on this hill, especially at the start of the relationship. Nothing huge maybe just spending a couple extra minutes around you before leaving.

next is probably gift giving, esp with early relations, probably just gonna order you food or put fifty bucks on your countertop. you dont even notice until you realize you find a fifty around the last place he was standing. expect deliveries from R.H whenever he feels bad for something.

doesn't like being around for too long, feels like he's messing up something. ruining your day by keeping you up late (he was there for fifteen minutes), ruining your mood, (there was an awkward silence for like 30 seconds.)

not a overly conscious thought process though, he feels physically he isn’t supposed to be there. for whatever subconscious thing he picked up on, a awkward silence, or hes been there 15 minutes too long or something

well sometimes he'll mentally beat himself up.

he spirals a lot, needs someone to pull him out of that.

i think when he needs to be grounded, its not just comfort its making him feel alive in the present moment. he's never gonna truly forget about his traumas but maybe for just an hour or two; running around an arcade, walking around the city. just making him feel normal, yeah you BAGGED his ass quick.

he needs someone patient, really patient, someone whos very attentive and empathetic. (but not a complete push- over def needs someone to set him in line still)

i think if you move to quickly, he'll get super snappy and ghosting you,, ong put ur hands on him too early and he's left hooking you.

yeah you're waking up and the first thing your hearing is "Its been 12 years..."

second thing you hear is "you've been in a coma for.. 12 years."

third thing you're hearing is, " we think a bus hit you...”

obviously not touchy, even when he is settling down. hes just not sure how to .. or where to .. or why he wants too.

please his mental gymnastics get so crazy, just sit down with him and put on some silly ass movie so he stops

when he’s settled he cant pry himself off you though.

a lot of his expressions can definitely be told by his body language, naturally hes tense but theres certain habits he has when he's maybe thinking too much, or fustrated/irritated.

but he does all of the same for you, comfort, love, as much as he can he tries

Very attentive, has a mental list of 'shit you do when somethings wrong' or 'shit you like.'

doesn't consciously make any of these mental list, he just knows.

"didnt they say they liked this?" He pauses "shit ill just leave it at their window."

so he's like canonically smart as shit.

you have too much work from your boss or professor? hand it over its done in less then two hours.

literally buys you groceries and pays your bills (fucking lover boy.)

arkham knight finally figuring out how to ask for a hug (hes been dead silent for 5 minutes) (link) <— insta reel

HES A CHEM/HISTORY NERD FOR SURE

NSFW !! <3

probably- A FUCKING VIRGIN !! HES A NERD !! GETS AWKARD AS SHIT. WITH RAGING COMMITMENT AND TRUST ISSUES !! (will still die4you tho)

AGAIN, not in a "my soft squishe potato always been scared of sex" way but in a ‘oh my god hes so unsocialized’ way.

yall ever see a big ass dog just..standing.. literally him (hes dissociating)

genuinely dont believe that when he was arkham/training to be, he was sexually or romantically involved with anyone. the last thing that was on his mind was actually pursuing a sexual or romantic relationship.

along with his trauma, he just wasn’t comfortable with any of that.

ghosted so many people..

couldn’t flirt for more then five minutes, just stopped feeling it or got uncomfortable .

I AM ANTI ARKHAM KNIGHT BEING A SEX GOD

not that he’s horribly awkward, but he’s noticeably a bit more quiet for first times.

ofc this man has watched porn n’ shit but hes smart enough to know thats not what its really like.

he’ll still figure it, what makes you tic, what you love, what makes you most comfortable.

kinda shitty at dirty talk, just makes him buffer.

he gets better at it tho, too damn good

gets so snarky and confident about it too uuhgrr

late relationships hes smirking and chatting your ears off cause you know hes gettin you turnt.

he has a love-hate relationship with his scars. 95% they remind him of his past, but 5% hes alright with them because they’ve shown what hes been through.

deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down, he knows hes fine as fuck. TRUST YALL.

again, super observant and attentive. really pays attention to what you enjoy.

I genuinely don’t believe hes into super hardcore/painful kinks or anything.

Sex for him is definitely a way of showing his trust and intimacy with someone!! Let him show you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you feel good! Do the same to him !!

mmm tell him how good hes doing and hes a absolute mess!!

praise him! PRAISE HIM *im yelling from the hospital bed im strapped down on*

wouldn’t let you ride for awhile, but once he’s comfortable with it ,, he’s actually obsessed.

cant see him bottoming , just wouldn’t be comfortable with it

my brain is getting messy so im stopping here! feedback and comments would be cool if you wanna drop some!

#jason todd #jason peter todd #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight #arkham knight smut #jason todd smut #jason todd headcanon #arkham knight headcanon #jason todd hc #red hood x reader #red hood smut

[hanniluvi]

( 🤍 ) BLURRY HEARTS — NISHIMURA RIKI FIC

[ DAY NINE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🤍 ) SYNOPSIS . who knew taking a bus ride back home on a cold day could be romantic?

( ｡♡˚ ) PAIRING . classmate!niki x gn!reader

( 🤍 ) GENRE . fluff, classmates 2 lovers

( ｡♡˚ ) WARNINGS . none ? ~~ WORD COUNT 0.8k+ ( 833 )

( 🤍 ) NOTE . HAPPY NIKI DAYYY 🤍🤍 the back 2 back bdays in dec okayyy 😍 LMAO ANYWAYS i love riks sm u dont understand . but yes yk i had to think of a cute kinda cliche fic idea for this !!! hope u enjoyyyy 🤍🤍

"I have to go," Niki declared, catching Sunoo off guard as he put on his hat. Sunoo looked at him with confusion, and his confusion only deepened when Niki suddenly started running away. "Hey! I thought we were gonna—" Sunoo stopped mid-sentence, realizing Niki wouldn't hear him from where he was. Shaking his head, Sunoo continued on his own way home while Niki had places to be.

Rushing to the bus stop, Niki spotted you with reddened hands—apparently, you'd forgotten your gloves. The bus hadn't left yet, providing him with an opportunity to steal a few moments with you. Sneakily standing next to you, he nudged you a little, prompting you to look in his direction. With his head turned away, Niki pulled out a hot pack from his pocket, offering it to you.

"Thank you," you smiled, taking the hot pack from him. He simply nodded, and both of you turned a shade of red, and it wasn't just because of the chilly weather.

A slight awkwardness lingered between you both, but it dissipated as the bus finally arrived. Leading the way, you approached the bus entrance, with Niki following right behind you.

Finding seats on the bus, you and Niki ended up in the same row, side by side. The awkwardness from earlier lingered, but there was an undeniable cuteness to it.

As you settled into your seat, Niki hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak. "Uh, YN, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

“Oh I don’t mind—here,” quickly removing your bag off the empty seat, a small smile played on your face as you nodded.

He grinned in return, his enthusiasm evident. "Thanks,” Then, with a touch of shyness, he added, "But, uh, can I sit in the window seat?"

Chuckling at the request, you gestured toward the window. "Of course, have it." Rising from his seat, Niki offered a quiet expression of gratitude and slid into the seat, smiling at you as he tapped the empty chair beside him. Responding to the unspoken invitation, you swiftly took your place, feeling a gentle touch between your legs due to the limited space on the seats.

Despite the subtle physical contact, you couldn't help but smile, a hint of red tinting your cheeks at the unexpected closeness.

At one point, you noticed a familiar tune playing softly on Niki’s phone. It happened to be a song you both liked, and without a word, Niki pulled out his earphones and handed you one side, sharing the music.

You glanced at him with a playful smile, placing it into the left side of your ear. "Oh, you like this song too?"

Niki chuckled. "Yeah, it's a good one. Thought we could listen to it together as we wait for our stop.”

“That sounds nice,” and you two continued to listen along. With such similar music tastes, you two just had to exchange phone numbers so that you can send song recommendations anytime. You two were getting closer than you thought.

But as the bus neared Niki's stop, he reluctantly pulled the earphone out, giving you a warm smile. "I have to get off here. It was really nice sharing this with you."

"Goodbye—oh, hold on." As Niki rose to leave, the realization dawned on you that you still had his hot pack. Getting up from your seat quickly, you retrieved it from your pocket, you offered, "Here—"

"No, you can keep it," Niki declined, gently placing your hand, hot pack and all, back into your pocket. "I've got an extra—that one was just for you," he smiled, knowingly bending the truth, knowing that was his only hot pack. But, perhaps, he hopes you'd think of him later because of this gesture.

You returned the smile. "Thank you. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"You bet."

With a friendly goodbye, Niki exited the bus, leaving you in the now vacated window seat. Seizing the opportunity, you moved to the window seat, looking out at the passing scenery. The atmosphere inside the bus felt a bit different without him, but you welcomed the solitude.

As the bus moved along, you noticed a slight fog forming on the window. Absentmindedly, you drew a smiley face on the glass, only to realize there was already a message etched there. Through the mist, you saw something: “me + you = date?”

Right next to the message, there were blurry hearts, already slightly erased due to the fog. Since when did he have the time to write such a sweet confession in the most unique way possible? Were you that focused into the conversation with him that you didn’t bother looking around your surroundings?

Either way, your heart skipped a beat as you read the unexpected message. Blushing, you couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth that lingered even after the fog on the window had cleared.

With a smile, you took out your phone, contemplating what to text Niki. It wasn't going to be just another song recommendation; you had something else in mind.

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[vibingpyro]

I don't get jealous

For once, on the way home from watching Hobie and his band play down at the new pub that has opened up, McGregors, Hobie is silent on the ride home, only murmuring soft replies to whatever question or comment I say to him, an deep in thought expression on his handsome face.

I frown as the bus we're on stops and Hobie gently grabs onto my hand and leads me to the front, and down the steps, and off of the bus giving a small two fingered salute to the bus driver, who Hobie knows and is allowed free rides from.

I give a polite wave to the bus driver and the man in the black cap nods before driving off and Hobie begins to walk, moving his hand from holding mine to gently holding the loop on the side of my pants as we walk together towards our apartment.

Its about a five minute walk but still Hobie is silent, brushing his thumb over the hip part of my pants in casual affection and that only makes me think harder. 'he doesn't seem angry at me...so what is going on?'

Once we reach our apartment, Hobie swiftly grabs onto the key ring on his own belt loop, taking if off and unlocking the door with familiar ease before replacing the key ring back onto his belt loop gently pushing me inside before himself.

"Is everything alright, babe?" I ask softly, taking off my jacket and placing it on the wooden coat rack beside our door. Hobie merely gives a small dismissive hum, "Yeah, I'm alright, keen as a peach." He murmurs, shedding his own jacket, placing it beside mine before walking further into our apartment.

My eyebrows furrow together at the dismissive tone, and I begin to trail Hobie, following him into our bedroom to where he's sat on our bed, untying his boots.

"You haven't said an actual sentence that isn't dismissive, since we left the pub. What is going on?" I ask, kneeling in front of him with concerned eyes.

Hobie looks up from untying his boots, and there's an small scowl on his face but I already know it isn't directed at me. "One of the blokes had the gawl to gauke at you after the show, I seen him in the crowd watching you like you weren't nothing but a pretty face." He huffs, tone coming out more irritated, but he continues. "Then, the new guy on bass, Archie or whatever asked if you n' me were serious-" Hobie's rant is cut off by an irritated groan, finally untying both of his boots with more than needed force.

I put my hands out in front of me in a calming gesture, "Woah, woah, sweetheart. It's okay." I say, trying to cool Hobies irritable and upset mood, I bring one hand up to cup Hobies cheek, gently stroking my thumb over his flushed cheek.

"It's alright to get jealous, I get jealous sometimes too-" I'm cut off by Hobie narrowing his eyes at me, as he tongues the inside of his cheek. 'oh boy'

"I dont get jealous." He scoffs lightly as if the mere idea is ridiculous, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at me half heartedly.

I quickly begin to backtrack, nodding. "Of course..but it isn't a bad thing that you might be." I say, trying to reassure him but that doesn't seem to be a good enough answer for Hobie as he keeps his narrowed gaze on me, jaw clenching and unclenching.

I don't have a moment to react before Hobie leans forward, placing his hands behind my thighs as I'm still kneeling in front of him and gently lifts me up into his lap, effectively making me straddle his thighs.

I can't get a word in either as Hobie leans his head into my neck, breathing in my scent and the tension practically melts away from his body. "I don't get jealous." He repeats softly, pressing soft kisses to the pulse point of my neck, his hands finding my hips to bring me closer to him.

I only breathe out an agreeing "Uh-huh" as my hands tangle in the back of his hair. 'this is going to be an interesting night' I think to myself, cheeks flushing from the incoming thoughts as Hobies lips go lower...

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #astv hobie #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #spiderman atsv

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Chapter 8

Vlad managed to squeak out of the situation with a cash fine and Lex Luther was supposed to be under surveillance. Despite being "victims", experimenting or holding a citizen, albeit a meta, was still illegal.

Danny however was currently with the justice league. They had brought him to a hospital but there wasn't much they could do for him there after discovering Danny had strange abnormalities with his DNA and heartbeat.

Jason sat by Danny's unconscious body while everyone tried to figure out what to do with the situation.

"Why didn't you tell me your boyfriend was a meta human Jason?!" Bruce demanded.

Jason looked shocked at first which quickly turns to anger.

"Are you kidding me?! First of all, when did we have such a close relationship? Because lately we could only manage a small conversation. Secondly I didn't know myself" Jason bit back the anger billowing inside him.

"He's got unknown powers and now Lex Luther knows about him" Superman said with a serious tone.

"who was that other guy?" The flash asked.

"Vladimir Masters, billionaire former mayor of Amity Park" Bruce said.

Jason didn't look at any of them, his guilty gaze fell on Danny.

"He's, how can we even tell if he's going to be alright?" Jason said.

The room fell into silence.

"Have faith Jason, that's all you can do"

Jason clentched his fist.

"I don't think so, I'm going to find another way" Jason stood up.

He locked eyes with Superman, "dont let him out of your sight. He's a prestigious doctor. He's important-"

Jason walked out, "he's important, to me"

Superman sat in the vacant chair and tried his best to use his own powers to figure out Danny's condition. There wasn't much medical data on Danny to begin with so they weren't sure what we considered normal for him. More than once superman had been sure Danny's heart had stopped, yet he was still alive somehow.

Bruce had conflicted feelings about the good doctor. Jason trusted him, then again Jason was a murdering crime lord out for revenge.

He knew Jason and Doctor Daniel had a special relationship, after all, one doesn't usually cripple people for just a friend.

Joker had yet to recover.

Back in the bat cave Jason was taking full advantage of the access to the oicie records. It was harder than he thought it would be to get information on Danny because he wasn't born in Gotham but he eventually found a lead.

According to the hospital records paired with surveillance cameras outside the city, courtesy of Tim, Jason found that Danny had come from Illinois.

There was also that girl, Sam was it? Did she know his secret? She had to know something right?

Tim glanced over at Jason's screen.

"Oh that's the lead of that startup band Twisted Vines." Tim commented.

Jason's head snapped towards Tim so fast he almost counted it as a jump scare.

"Do you know where they'll be playing next?!"

Tim pulled out his phone.

"They have an app, let's see...seems like their doing a gig at Croscee's Pub tonight"

Jason stood up.

"I'm going to that and your coming with me"

Tim was grinning from ear to ear. So cool!

Later that night Jason and Tim in civilian outfits made their way to the bar. The band had already started playing judging by the muffled music pounding through the wall.

Jason opened the door and maneuvered through the crowd of people before resting in a corner.

Tim on the other hand has made his way to he front and was avidly cheering the band on.

Jason was growing slightly pissed off. Danny was counting on him and the best he could do was watch this stupid concert.

The music eventually ended and the crowd of people tried to swarm the band but security held them at bay.

Jason had other means, he snuck into their bus.

The band members were obviously shocked to see a stranger sitting in their tour bus.

"Jason??" Sam asked. They relaxed, if Sam knew this person than it was probably alright.

"What are you doing here?"

Jason stood up.

"It's Danny, we need your help. Danny's not waking up"

Sam motioned for then to go outside.

"He was attacked by Vlad Masters and Lex Luther"

Sam clentched her teeth, "Vlad"

When she noticed the look on Jason's face she explained, "Vlad wanted to get with Danny's mom and kill his dad. He also cloned Danny several times. One time he was successful."

Jason could feel the pits bubble up in his chest.

"I need to see him. That's the only way I can tell you"

"I brought a car"

Sam nodded, "give me a minute" she said before climbing back onto the bus.

Tim ran up to Jason, "did you talk to her yet? What did she say?" He asked.

"Alright, I'm good to go" she said slinging a couple of her bags over her shoulder.

Tim's mouth went wide open.

"So cool" he whispered.

The car ride there Jason went into more detail.

Bruce was a little surprised that the answers Jason had went to find were in the formation of some rock punk.

Sam was admiring the space when she caught sight of Danny. She dropped her bags and ran over.

"How long has it been?"

"A couple days."

"Do you know what they injected him with? What about the state he was in when you found him?"

"He was injected with a drug that I don't recognize in the system or otherwise" Bruce said handing her the tablet.

Sams expression darkened, "blood blossoms, fucking bastards"

"He was extremely agitated but Jason managed to calm him down just before he fainted"

Sam handed back the tablet.

"Blood Blossoms are extremely harmful to gh- to people like Danny"

"No matter what I need everyone in this room to swear an oath not to say anything about Danny's condition. I know someone who can help him but I need you all to ask as little questions as possible"

"Where do you have to go?"

"Illinois"

"Take the jet" Bruce said. Jason nodded.

"And here, this is the contact of a friend who can give you a log of Danny's normal condition and what to do if he takes a turn for the worst."

It was Tuckers contact. Jason and Sam left and Bruce got on the contact.

Tucker had become a software engineer for AmerTek Industries in Metropolis.

Flash said he would pick him up and left before anyone could object.

Tucker had been finishing up a report on a new robot the company was in the planning stages of creating, next thing Tucker knew he was in the arms of somebody going at incredibly fast speeds to somewhere.

"Oh" is all he said when they filled him in.

"Sams already on it huh" he sisd with a nervous smile.

"She always so on top of things"

"She told us we could find his medical information with you"

Tucker blinked, "oh yeah! We had to create an updated version. After the accident Danny couldn't get checked by normal doctors anymore. Thank ancients his parents were so oblivious-" Tucker stopped talking when he saw their faces.

"Did Sam not tell you about that? Maybe I've said too much. In any case if there's something you don't understand, let me know"

He handed over the digital file on Danny.

Not even two seconds later Bruce was grilling Tucker on what ectoplasm was and what machine caused this to happen.

There was also a detailed report on what devices the Fenton's had made and how they interacted with Danny.

"What's this page?" Tim asked scrolling onto the page filled with a list of all the ghosts Danny had fought and their abilities.

"I,uhm, well I don't think I should-"

Tucker shrank under Batmans judgmental stare.

"Sams going to skin me alive for this but, I suppose I should tell you everything"

The heroes listened, stunned at the words coming out of Tuckers mouth.

Not only had they not known about the mad "ghost hunting" scientists. They also had known about the portal to the infinite realms.

They were even more shocked when he told them Danny had been crowned king.

"He was a teenage superhero and we were his support team"

Tucker smiled, "nows he's still saving lives. Danny really is something else"

Bruce had went to eh next room to brood over his failure to see all of this whole Supes glumly accepted the fact that he couldn't have done anything without knowing.

"You guys don't need to be so down about it. Any transmissions Danny tried to get to you guys was most definitely being blocked by Vlad and his fancy equipment"

Clark shook his head.

"So Vlad and Danny have history" Flash said.

"Yeah, deep history. In fact. Vlad shares Danny's condition. They're both liminals"

Tucker scowled, "he's literally a villain. Danny's been dealing with this guy for years."

"I can't imagine being a fourteen year old hero"

A glum look passed over Tuckers face.

"We, haven't talked in a while. But I should've tried. I knew he was going through something rough. It was hard for him. Didn't help that he was bullied either. Danny too nice for his own good"

"For now, all we can do is monitor his condition. Have faith in your friend"

Tucker nodded. Danny would wake up. He was sure of it.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #redhood #dpxdc #fanfiction #jason todd #phandom #TuckerFoley #sam manson #clark kent #Superman #Flash #frostbite #Ghosts

[safety-pin-punk]

hi! I recently wanted to embrace the punk label bc I realized my beliefs/mindset heavily aligns w being punk! but at what point is it ok to call yourself punk? I’m not into punk music yet bc I’m so new and don’t know where to start! is listening to punk music an integral part of being punk :0

Hi!! Welcome to the punk community, we’re excited to have you!!!

At what point is it okay to call yourself a punk? Honestly, I think the minute you decide you want to be one. What actually makes someone a punk, and what are the standards you should try to align to in order to *continue* calling yourself a punk?

Genuinely care about people and your community and try your best to help it

That’s literally it. That is all. Sometimes that involves taking care of a community garden, sometimes its protesting, sometimes its filming cops, sometimes its keeping an eye on the local bus stop to make sure no one snatches a kid, sometimes its volunteering at a food bank, sometimes its punching nazis, sometimes is spreading awareness, sometimes its educating others, sometimes its - … you get the point. And know that not everyone is meant for the front lines either, you dont have to go around starting fights to be a punk

It doesnt have to be anything big. Sometimes just being someone that your community knows is a safe person is enough

I’d also like to take a moment to address the term(s) baby/puppy/kinder punk. These are labels that let others know that you are new to the scene and still learning the basics. But. I dont think these terms are entirely necessary, sure if you like them then use them, but a puppy punk is *still* a punk first and foremost

Okay onto the next part! Is listening to punk music an integral part of being punk? Well, the answer to that will depend on who you ask. Personally, I dont think so

While it is undeniable that music is important to the punk counter culture (we are a music based culture after all), the music doesn’t make the punk. Punk music is important to us because it is full of punk values. In a way, if you pay attention to the lyrics of punk music, you can almost teach yourself all the important ideals of punk. But I don’t believe that you have to listen to the music. Its not for everyone, and thats fine. I think it is far more important for someone to care about those values than anything else

Now there are definitely going to be people out there who disagree with me on some of this, and thats whatever, to each their own I suppose. But if anyone ever tells you that you ‘aren’t punk enough’, then they are just a jagoff and can go fuck off

#mail tag #punk #punx #punk culture

[cosmal]

lizzy mcalpine — send me a lyric + a character and i’ll write you a blurb.

tasm!peter parker + “I wanna go out on the weekends, I wanna dress up just to get undressed”!! (another lizzy lyric sorry I love her)

tired

summary you and pete ditch your plans.

content tasm!peter parker x reader

note I need him so bad u dont understand.

You're almost at the bar, you can hear the music spewing from the brickwork from where you and Pete have just gotten off the bus. He's a few feet behind you and you know he's tired. The both of you are.

You stop and turn back with a hand outstretched. He looks lovely. A pair of dark grey slacks and a white tee. He's got a linen button-up over the top that's rolled up just below his elbows. You haven't seen him so dressed up in a while. You want to stare at him for an inappropriate amount of time.

Pete meets you and takes your hand. You tug him into your side. "You okay?" you ask lightly. You reach a hand up to tuck a stray curl away from his face.

"Yeah," he says just a quietly. He squeezes your hand, the other dragging up your bare arm. Squeezing and feeling the fat there until he reaches your shoulder. He slips a finger under the strap of your dress. He seems just as adored by your outfit as you do his. He struggles not to show it more than you.

"You're not tired?' you ask, letting your hand fall back to your side.

"A little."

You lay a kiss to his shoulder, thankful you have nothing on your lips. You both must look like a pair of lovesick fools standing under a street lamp. Touchy in public.

"Thought so," you say back. He's slow, robotic with his movements. He grabs your hand more now, answers your questions when he remembers. He's an easy tell when he's tired. You've grown accustomed to his sluggish touches and clingy hands.

"You?" he asks after a beat.

You want to lie. Want to tell him you're not just as tired as he is. He'll probably end up feeling worse and pretend for the entire night that he's fine.

"Yeah," you say back, smiling.

Peter straightens his back. He tries to look more alert and fails. You should be inside now, you're already running late. "Okay," he says, "well we can go say hello to everyone. Have no more than two drinks and slip out the back?"

You smile even worse now. "We can't do that Pete. If we go, we have to commit."

"Right," he says firmly. "Yeah."

You try for your best convincing smile. Something demure that Peter hates because it gets him every time. "Or we could just hail a cab and go home?"

Peter looks mildly relieved. Like he'd been thinking the same thing. He wants to smile as well but tries to steel himself you can tell. Tired, he has no room for sternness. "You sure?"

"Yeah, we're both exhausted. We'll last twenty minutes in there." You can imagine it now. Peter slumped against your side in the beer garden trying to hold a conversation - you, even worse.

"But you spent so long getting ready." He runs a hand down the silk of your dress for proof, hand splayed over your hip until it rides up a little. "You look gorgeous."

"You said so," you beam. "In the bathroom. The stairs. The bus stop, on the bus." You feel dizzy with the memory. You'd been just as giving with your compliments until he'd gone pink in the face.

"Well, it's true."

"I only dress like this for you," you admit, with a hint of sheepishness. "You've seen me, now we can go home and you can take it off of me,"

Peter groans and tries to hide it. His adam's apple strains through the skin of his neck as he swallows. Tired, he's not stern, still, he's needy as ever - more if you're honest about it.

"Good idea." Peter shoots his hand out quickly to hail a cab.

Back at his flat, you're both suddenly not tired. A stupid, giggling mess as you both take each other's clothes off. There are no expectations. Peter lets your dress pool at your feet and stares at your face. You steal his arms and pull him closer until your hip bumps his.

"This is much better," he mumbles before kissing you. Breathless and wanting.

"Much, much better," you agree, smiling like you can't help it.

Peter leans out and looks at you. "You wanna have a shower and then listen to music in my bed?"

"We can share your earphones?"

Peter grins. "Yeah."

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fixing the readmore glitch <3

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[fairuzfan]

i know your against voting but if 15 people are on a bus, 3 vote to drive it off a cliff, 4 vote to run over people outside and drive off the cliff too, and the remaining 8 dont vote because the system sucks, then they will still run over people outside and drive off the cliff.

theres a socialist named Claudia de la Cruz thats trying to get into the running so we dont have to vote for either biden or trump. its called votesocialist2024.

She and her vice president have a tiktok under that name where they talk about what they are doing and they have a website with the same name if you want more information.

hey i know this was sent in good faith but it really is not like.... an accurate depiction of us politics. you'd be running over people with the bus either way lol. its just about how loudly or quietly youre willing to do it.

i mean you can vote for claudia im not going to say youre morally a bad person or making the wrong choice like i would for biden, i just really dont like the assumption that its just the people in government being bad actors individually when it really is the entire system that is hellbent on complete destruction. by all means vote if you think its the right choice but dont stop at just that.

[msxrik]

MORE MASACRIK SMUT?? YALL WERE BEGGING FOR THIS I SWEARR.

ill never get tired of this man i swear.

Nsfw under the Cut

Someone asked for the Elevator man Masacrik so i delivered. This one may be a little more toxic guys dont cancel me. also my req's r open!!!

Warnings: porn with little plot. Not read proof. Stalking, toxic behavior, dubcon, mentally ill reader istg, drugging, aphrodisiac used, stalker!masacrik, yandere, kidnapping, mention of needles (onky one time) oral, blood kink, squirting,

It was a normal day. You just checked in the new dorm you got and oh boy it was perfect. Too perfect. It was clean and tidy but.... you had that awful feeling of being watched. Ever since you met that guy in the reception. Masacrik? Was his name. You know the one that makes sure everything's fine in the building. He was also responsible for the elevator there. It was old and rusty so you thought it was normal that he got in there with you. You could swear that you still felt his eyes on yourself even after locking the door.

You unpacked then took a shower, it was a long day so you wanted to rest. There were vending machines in the lobby so you decided to go there and get yourself a snack. It was too late to go to a store anyway.

When you walked out of your room you jumped. As the elevator was already on your floor. Open. It was empty. But the moment you stepped inside you felt someone behind you. There he was. His tall figure hoovering over you as you slowly turn around.

-Hello miss. Where are you headed at this ungodly hour?

You could recall his face from somewhere but you had no idea from where

-uhm. I was just. Going to buy something from the vending machines down stairs.

-Ah. I was making sure everyone's in their dorms by now.- he said as he pressed some buttons and the elevator moved with an ungodly screetch.

-im sorry i didnt want to cause trouble.

-its nothing dear. Just get what you want and lets hop you back upstairs shall we?

You felt your heart skip a beat. As you were deciding on the food you want. You looked up at the reflection in the glass of the vending machine. it hit you like a bus. You've seen him. Yesterday. And the day before. He always was near you. Following you around the town. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you were deciding what you should do. As you were ready to take off to the exit he grabbed you by your hand pulling you close to him. One of your hands was now on his shoulder. And one of his on your waist. You blushed a little. Yes he scared you. But he was so handsome. And his embrace was nothing but comfort for some reason.

-I've finally caught you sweetheart- he purred as the elevator doors closed and he sat down pulling you on his lap.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

-oh honey-his tone was so sweet it made you melt into his embrace- dont cry. We're going to be happy. I'm the only person you'll ever need alright? I'll treat you well sweetheart. Not like the other people in your life

Tears started rolling down your face as he was telling you about the smallest details of your day to day life for like 2 years back into the pass.

Was this scary? Really. But did somewhere in that twisted deprived mind of yours you found this cute? Also yes. Nobody cared about you that much as he did. You lost yourself in thought as you felt his cold hand brush away your tears. Then the elevator Stopped and he pulled you into his room. As you walked in the only thing you saw where pictures

A t o n of pictures.

-Pardon the mess princess-he said looking for something.

You looked around a tad shocked. Then you felt a sharp sting in your neck and everything went black.

You woke up in some room. You didn't recognize it. The thing you did recognize tho was the warm embrace of the man behind you. You turned around to look at him

-where are we..?

-somewhere no one will find you doll. You hungry? You were out cold for two days.-he said Giggling

-a bit

He picked you up carrying you to the kitchen. Then gave you some food and then some weird looking pills

-for the headache. Trust me Baby- he purred at you

You DID take them. And when you were washing your hands you felt them kick in. The warmth spreading through your body as you gripped onto the sink. You felt so woozy you barely walked out of the bathroom.

-Doll could you come here please?

You did. You aren't that stupid you wouldn't disobey him he was being so nice to you. You came up to him and he made you sit in his lap

-You know i love you dearly sweetheart right? -he whispered into your ear stroking your head.

You only nodded smiling like a fool

-That's why you trust me right?

His hand started stroking your inner thigh going a little under your skirt. Then you felt a tingle in your lower stomach. You got so aroused that you shivered all over. Was that normal..?

-Right...-your breath hitched. Nothing mattered to you at that point. You didn't know him at all. But he knew you. More than you knew yourself. You leaned into his touch shifting in place

-needy are we?

You nod trying to roll your hips against his fingers

-A aah don't move. -his hand held you in place as the other one was creeping up your thigh. Just to gently brush over your clothed pussy. Rubbing your clit gently as you spread your legs more resting them on the comforters of the armchair.

-mhmm~ i will make you feel good. I know how you touch yourself.. -He purred into your ear as you blushed.

And he did know. the moment he took off your panties two of his long fingers were inside of you. And his thumb was rubbing your most sensitive part.

You moaned. the aphrodisiac in your veins making you way more sensitive to his touch. You were putty in his hands.

-if you'll be a good little girl ill reward you. So obey.

He lowered his pants making you palm his dick through his boxers You did and oh. The reward? He had you sit at the edge of the armchair with your legs spread as he ate you out. Him, in front of you on his knees. As you tug and pull on his soft red hair. You cried his name as the coil in your lower stomach was threatening to snap really fast.

-Im.. uhg~! -you threw your head back as you felt the sharp pain in your thigh. His nails dig into your thighs drawing blood from them as he smeared it all over you. Making you snap. You came all over his face and he drank every last drop of it. He did not stop, making you shake and close your legs trying to make him pull away.

That was your greatest mistake. He looked up at you his face coated in blood and your cum.

-Get up. Now.

You did. You tried.. actually your legs were giving out. He sat down there pulling you to his lap again this time lining his hard dick with your entrance.

-wha-wait b-but..

-You'll handle this. -he said as he lowered you on himself. You grasped at his hands whining

- 's too big.. fuck.. wai-MnGh!~

-i Told you you'll live. Now behave love i would hate hurting you.

After a moment of discomfort you relaxed the aphrodisiac taking over your mind again. He was scratching that itch you had deep inside you forever. He kept a steady pace as he whispered into your ear

-look down princess you see how well you're taking me? Fuck i love you so much baby you're so good ugh~ -he moaned tightening the grip he had on you.

-mnGh~ i needed t-this.. uhghh..~ -you purred out. The sweet words of affection spilling from you as he gets more worked up from each and every one.

He quickened the pace losing himself inside you. Chasing his own high. He started hitting that one spot. It made you want to squirm away with only a few hits he had you cumming on the spot but when he kept hitting it not caring about your cries of overstimulation he made you squirt. And the sound you made and the feeling of your slick and cum running down both if you dragged him over the edge. He came inside not caring to pull out.

You both tried to calm your breathing as you curled up on his chest hugging him. After a moment of comfortable silence you sleepily asked

-what if they come looking for me?

-No one will look for you, and no one will ever find you have me and i have you. Not a single soul more kitty, now sleep -He said as he picked you up to wash you up a little and carry you to bed.

And you do, you do fall asleep hugging him tightly.

Rmemeber. He Love's you deeply~

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUCH ACTIVITY OMG

#smut #masacrik #masacriksmut #mimi psychocuties #psychonyashki #dr masacrik #doctor masacrik

[smila-mac]

“pick me up here. at 6.”

- ponyboy x fem!reader

- fluff <3

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-3rd person POV-

You made your way out of school, you were exhausted and your sister wasn’t picking you up today - you had to get the bus. There wasn’t anything wrong with it but none of your friends got the bus and you were too embarrassed to ask for a ride, your house wasn’t bad or anything, it just wasn’t as big as theirs. It was silly, but still you just got the bus.

You sat at the window seat, pretty far back and out of the way and waited for the bus to leave. People filed on slowly and you hoped no one sat next to you. Then someone did. You kept your head down and hoped they didn’t start conversation, you’d had a rough day. Just general stress, plus your mum was in a bad mood when you left that morning, and then you’d gotten a test back that you didn’t do well on. So overall - not a good day

You pretended to fix your skirt, then a voice caught your attention, “Y/N?” he said. It was Ponyboy. He was sitting next to you. You had english together and you were to work on an essay about something, you hoped he remembered, you weren’t paying attention.

“hi ponyboy,” you responded, he was really cute and sweet, honestly you had a hallway crush on him for years but you never had the courage to speak to him, you felt lucky when yous were paired up for english.

“i didn’t know you got the bus” he said while looking around.

“yeah my sister couldn’t pick me up today” you sighed

“well for the best, now we can talk about the project!” he said excitedly

“yes, do you know what it’s about? i wasn’t paying attention and dont want to make you do it all” you muttered, you felt really bad for not listening

“yeah well basically we need to analyse this passage,” he pulled out a peice of paper from his bag “then write an essay on it, about your opinions and what an opposing opinion could be and stuff” he said then showed you his notebook with all of his notes from class

“when and where do you want to meet to do it? i can do everyday but thursday” you smiled

“how about friday? we could meet at the DX and.. maybe, after, grab milkshakes at the dingo?” he looked down kinda embarrassed, he was blushing a little as well

“the DX? doesn’t your brother work there? oh he’s a doll, you look very alike” you giggled as you sat back on your seat, his face lit up as you said that

after a while of talking and laughing, it was your stop “oh pony, i need to get off now” you said rather frantically, you were about to miss your stop. You quickly shoved on your bag and Pony started walking down with you

“oh do you get off here?” you asked, you didn’t know he lived round here

“no, but i need to know where to pick you up” he smiled back at you

you giggled as you crossed the road and started walking towards your block.

“so, this is a real pretty neighbourhood” he gawked at the houses. you didn’t think the houses were that nice they were pretty standard, but he seemed really amazed by the houses

“oh, thank you! i’ve lived here all my life, my dad bought it when my second oldest sister was born” you told him

“it’s really beautiful,” he said to you, you smiled softly at him, he really was cute, you couldn’t deny it and he was kind. god your friends would never hear the end of this, never.

“take a photo, it’ll last longer” he laughed, you didn’t realise you had been staring, you looked down awkwardly and laughed a little

“what are we doing on friday then? just going to the DX then going straight to the dingo or are we going to a park or..?” you asked

“i don’t mind, whatever you want darlin’” he looked at you with a smirk, you shoved him lightly, he knew what he was doing. he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his.

you approached your house slowly and you let go of his hand.

“well i need to go now, do you know how to get home alright from here?” you asked

“yeah my brother is gonna pick me up from the bus stop, down worry about me gorgeous” he said to you and grinned

“well, pick me up here. at 6.” you said as you made your way up onto your porch, you turned around to look at him one more time before he went home

“bye darlin’” he said, before you made your way into the house you shouted for him to be safe on his way home.

Your day wasn’t that bad after all.

~~

hey so my first thing i’ve published like this, i’ve got like two more in my drafts with johnny and dallas, request stuff if you want or if yous want to ALSO please give criticism!! i want to know what i can do better

~~ smila

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #darry curtis #the outsiders darry #two bit mathews #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy x reader

[chiiyuuvv]

assign your moots with their bias & a trope!! tell us why too 👀

(i’m curious bae)

↬ my mooties <3

@lunicho : seatmates!taesan

I'm not too sure where this comes from but I feel like you have very… interesting things to say. And although taesan is pretty introverted with his headphones in and all, I feel like he’d always lower the volume of his music whenever you’re in the same class. Que the laughs and agreements.. which turns into opening up to each other on a personal level.. to becoming friends that dont only talk in the classroom.. to confessing

@starryriize : coffee date!leehan

This may be fueled from our previous conversations but whenever i think of you, i think that you’re sitting in the booth of the little cafe that your uni has stored inside the building, there's light snowing falling outside the window as you slip on your warm coffee and eat your desired pastry, when leehan comes through the door and immediately stops in his tracks at the sight of you doing.. nothing but relaxing until your next class. (So this is technically meet-cute) He orders his coffee but his eyes keep wandering towards your figure so he decides to build up the courage and ask to sit at your table. How could you say no to his adoring eye crinkle?

@hyvelxve : love at first sight!mingi

Writing about your bae bc i can 🤭 anyways this was either going to be love at first sight or you fell first but he fell harder.. or vise versa?? Anyways I can defo imagine like.. you guys ride the same bus/train route, and he looks up from his phone when he feels a presence in front of him. turns out it's you asking for the seat next to him since the vehicle decided to become full of passengers that day. He agrees after a few seconds of blanking out because wow his breath is knocked out of his lungs at how beautiful you are!! Glances at you a few times before trying to discreetly pass you his number. Heavy on the trying. But you find his flusteredness cute <3

@rizzkisworld : besties to lovers!maki

Whenever I think of maki.. I always think that he's super energetic and loves to talk. So after a few fun conversations he would definitely consider you a best friend. This is kinda specific but I just have this thought that I think would suit you two 🤔 imagine it's a bus ride to a field trip or something and you both decide to share earbuds. But after watching you yawn a few times, Maki offers you his shoulder to rest on, his head resting on top of yours as he side hugs your waist. This would have to be more of a quieter maki.. but it stills cute, and it still makes your heart flutter 🤷‍♀️

@cupidseok : library!eunseok

Ik we just started talking but when i think of you.. I think very smart and like.. nerdy. Not like bad 🤓☝️ nerdy like but a sweet girl that knows a few things.. with a book against your chest. I know for sure that eunseok would find it super enduring, holding the urge to give you little pats as he watches you study. Happily ditches the boys to accompany you and buy you little snacks.. which builds up to taking you out to dinner although you tell him you didn't need it, then walking you home and being frozen when you lean on your tippy toes to lay a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you for that day. He's definitely thinking about that little moment for the rest of the week

@yuniniverse : secret admirer!junghoon

Okay so like.. yuni, you are pretty loud and extroverted while junghoon is not right right?? But like he likes you a lot.. but is shy around you, so you’d never notice him since he's so quiet. And he knows your fixation on bows, so everyday he’d show up to school early just to place a new bow on your desk. Que the red boy hiding into his books while he bites back his smile when you find his little gift. And especially when you start wearing them daily, boy feels like he just fell all over again. Down the line, though, he builds up the courage to slip his number into one of the bows for you to find :3

@kehnarii : husband!fuma

I know everyone else's is more like crushes to lovers but I genuinely cannot imagine y'all not dating. Shockersss! Anyways I know I've said this before but imagine waking up to breakfast in bed, with the side of kisses and a little swipe of morning breath </3 With dates, the only thing I can imagine is at home movies and such, cuddling against each other as you do nothing. He'd defo propose to you during the sunset, but you didn't hear that from meeee 🙈

Moots I wanted to add but had no idea what to write :(( : @cherrycolaberry , @kpopnstarwars , @cake1box , @mxlly143 + just wanted to assure you that I still love you although I haven't written anything, I just wasn't able to get a good understanding of your personality + your bias

If I haven't included you and we are moots, that's only because we just met or haven’t talked.. like at all :)

#yuvie moots! #yuvie!

[cupoftaae]

Could you do one where y/n is walking to home alone at night and is scared of someone and calls tae or somethingg ? :)) I love the Forever and a Day series!

Hello angel! sorry for the delay in post, been busy offline but im gonna get through my requests now, thank you for reading and loving the series! <3

No warnings, enjoy!!

"why are we getting dessert at 1am?"....."why not?" KTH DRABBLE

"Hi sweetheart, are you just getting out?" Taehyung sat up in bed, phone up to his ear as he picked up your call.

"Hi baby, yeah.." you exhale, walking out of your building and walking to go catch the train home to your apartment.

The past few weeks youve been working as an assistant dance instructor at a fine arts school. You loved teaching and dancing everyday, but some nights were long, and you couldnt let the students leave unless their choreography was perfect.

"How was work then?" he asked, feeling more awake

"well...we finished the main choreo which is actually really good considering we just started teaching it last saturday. I think they are catching onto it now....but we still had to stay late and do costumes and what not..."

"busy, busy girl" he chuckled softly, fidgeting with his shirt as he heard the tiredness in your voice.

"yeah you got that right" you sigh and walk over to cross the street, eyeing the boarding platform for the train. "I'll be home soon, okay?"

"ok my love..."

"do you want me to pick up anything? Im at the train but I can stop quickly at the 24 hour market and bu-"

"hello!"

You stopped talking to your boyfriend as you heard a voice appear behind you. You turned to meet eyes with a much taller man wearing a grey hoodie and baggy navy blue sweatpants. He could have been anywhere between 30-40 years old.

"Uhm-..hi?" you smiled quickly, confused. You hadnt seen anyone around when you first arrived.

"whos there with you?" taehyung listens in to the unfamiliar voice

"hang on, tae" you mumble, putting the phone down as the man steps a bit closer.

"you look very pretty!" the older man spoke calmly, making you cringe. He smelled of cigarettes and booze.

"oh...thanks, im not interested in anything...im sorry. Just waiting to catch the train" you nod and point at the empty tracks in front of you, putting the phone back up to your ear as you turn

"baby whos that?" taehyung frowned, turning down the tv so he could listen more closely.

"I dont know...im at the train and some guy is just trying to talk to me" you whisper through gritted teeth.

"what??" he panics

"how old are you?" the guy asks, now closer to you than before.

"sir...im a little uncomfy with you being so close, I am just trying to get home to my boyfriend, its very late." you try to speak without your voice shaking.

"ah come on...dont be like that, im sure he wont mind if your home a little later. why dont we go have a little fun?" he mumbled

you felt your heart sink to your stomach as you immediately backed up. you wish you hadn't left your stupid pepper spray at home.

"Y/N?" tae called out, but your phone was by your side as you looked back at him. "please.....just go away" you try again

He simply laughed and continued to step closer before a cop that mustve been nearby came up behind him, grabbing his attention.

"hello sir, mind if I ask why you are out here this late?"

He scoffed, shrugging dramatically.

The cop continued to press questions as you quickly made a gesture of appreciation and fled without him noticing you.

You ran off the platform and back into the parking lot of some random store, picking up the phone to see tae was still on the line.

"taehyung??"

"Y/N, what happened? whats going on??" his voice was fast, concerned.

"I- I dont know, i ran away but some guy was near me asking me questions and I just- the cop came by but im afraid to go to the train again...im just-"

"where are you right now?" he stopped you

you turn around to see the 7/11 type market before you, "Im by the convenient store on 11th street..."

"okay stay there, go inside if you can...im coming to get you okay?"

"okay..." you breathe out and sit on the curb right next to the front door, still shaking a bit as your eyes nervously peered around the street, cars passing every now and then.

Taehyung grabbed his keys and was gone within the next 5 minutes, his own nervousness getting to him. He drove to you, keeping you on the line to speak.

"what did he look like?"

"tae i dont know, he was just older...creepy. smelled awful."

"im so sorry that this happened, are you okay?"

"im fine...im just scared now" you laugh breathily.

"im almost there, ok?"

"mhm"

your feet swung against the concrete parking lot before you saw the familiar headlights of your boyfriend pulling in. you waved to grab his attention, him parking the car close to you.

He got out and hugged you, swaying lightly. "its okay"

you give him a squeeze, "im sorry you had to come all the way over here so late.."

"shh dont apologize, you should always keep this with you though" he grabbed the pepper spray you left at home, shoving it into your backpack as you laughed.

"but its pinkkkk" you whined

"so?"

"what guy is gonna be afraid of some pink pepper spray?"

"hey, pepper spray is pepper spray, you just have the bedazzled version. You spray and slay" he shrugged, making you cringe audibly.

"never fucking say that again" you laugh, pointing in his face as he holds your hand in his, beginning his walk to the markets front door.

"why are we going in here?" you ask

"mine as well" he smiled and opened the door, walking in and eyeing the people- free isles.

You followed him as he darted to the back of the building, lifting up the glass case and picking up 2 vanilla ice creams, then going to grab 2 iced coffees.

"whats all this?"

"dessert" he looked back and winked jokingly as he made his way to ring up the items.

You scoffed and stood behind him as he paid, "And why are we getting dessert at 1am?"

"why not" he chuckled and handed you the ice cream and coffee

"valid point" you giggle, "thank you"

He kissed your forehead and led you back out to the car, getting in and enjoying your late night snack.

"so you said the cop stopped him?"

you nodded, licking your cone and looking out the window. "He reeked of alcohol so I doubt it was because he was stalking some young girl....wonder if he was even arrested" you scoff

He hummed, pondering in thought.

The car went quiet for a moment

"do you think hes in the back seat?" tae suddenly spoke, side eyeing you.

"Tae!!!" you shout, playfully smacking his arm as he defensively raised his hands

"sorry, sorry!"

"one more word and im pepper spraying you"

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[gold-rhine]

a little while ago you made a down with the cis bus post about scara killing teppei!! would u mind going a little deeper into how the inazuman archon quest was flawed? i think it'd be interesting :]

asdfghjk listen, that post wasn't actually a Critique, i just thought it's funny and if teppei has to die from scara's actions, we might as well both support trans wrongs and make it fun, i don't actually hate teppei or think he was the real archon quest problem haha

i would like to finish replaying inazuma questline before writing anything in depth, but things which are obvious already:

1.pacing is GARBAGE. it goes from slow to too quick to too slow to wayyy too quick to stopping in its tracks to force u on a date with ayaka on gunpoint, than again way too quick through rebellion parts. and like i'm not an ayaka hater and i know her fans love that quest, but it should've been just a separate story quest like all others. it has NOTHING to do with the story. At least Yoimiya's is connected, though I'd either separate it too or trim the fat on it a lot, but ayaka's is just what feels like several hours of meandering bullshit. i had to wait 10 minutes of real time to make cheese to make her pizza and it was just the start

2.because we had to waste hours going on dates, rebellion part moves at breakneck speed when it tries to do too many things at once: it wants to endear and make you care about common rebellion soldiers, it wants to make you feel like you're earned respect and command position of your team by them giving u trials, it wants to have a cool battle where kokomi is shown to be smart, and it wants to have fatui schemes with delusion effects shown developing gradually via teppei.

what ends up happening is that we do a lot of fetch quests, the battl is not properly set up so it ends up feeling small, and kokomi is shown kinda stupid instead of genius strategist.

3.more on kokomi. kokomi's only triumph is the win of that one battle, but its invalidated in hindsight bc she won by hiring mercenaries, but she hired them using money she blindly accepted, and they ended up being fatui's and it lead to the delusion crisis. like she didn't win bc of any great strategies, she won bc she was bankrolled and manipulated by fatui.

i think what they should have done is first of all, cut ayaka hostage situation, have the battle happen IMMEDIATELY as we arrive, have kokomi win by being brilliant and using her fish as spies or whatever, then combine the "endear and make you care about common rebellion soldiers" (rn happens before battle when u go with teppei around) and "make you feel like you're earned respect and command position of your team by them giving u trials" (now happens after trial when kokomi gives u swordfish team). teppei should just be a loser in swordfish team instead of wasting all that time at the start. then have a SECOND battle (it's a fucking war and we barely fight rn) and thats where fatui setup can happen. this way we establish kokomi as great strategist independent of fatui, make the bonding with rebellion more focused, have more cool action, and fatui schemes are still included.

4. raiden fans dont interact, biggest inazuma problem is raiden woobyfycation at the eleventh hour that immediately disregards both consequences of her actions and other character arcs, but also makes her seem as the dumbest jock in teyvat. instead of her having coherent vision, its just oh its her twin who was smart, raiden herself just didn't know that ppl have feelings, this is why she knowingly let fatui start civil war. but i think i'll talk about it later when i finish the whole inazum

#rhine talks #inazuma ranting

[justmeinatree]

That second part of Made Of Something New!😍😍 Wow, I feel like we need a prompt where him and his girl are just chilling at home smoking weed and he does the blowing smoke into her mouth (can't remember what it's called, haven't smoked weed in almost 3 years😂) or maybe one where she's never smoked before and he does the blowing smoke in her mouth to get her used to it, I need more stoner Niall!😍😂

shotgunning !!! hahaha

hi, omg first of all, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to reach out. you’re fkn amazing 😍

second, i dont think you know what you were getting yourself into 😅 i’m ALWAYS here for stoner niall. -signed, your friendly neighbourhood stoner ✌️

TW : drugs, it’s kinda smutty esque ?

Word Count : 1.2k 🤦‍♀️ oopsie

“niaaaalllllll,” you whine for the hundredth time in the last half hour.

you were in a heat wave, and niall’s air conditioning decided that last night would be the perfect time to give out. which, in theory isn’t a big deal. but the repair company is swamped and they can’t be here until next week.

“can take another cold shower,” niall offers, sprawled on the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, each of his limbs starfished out so that nothing is touching, in an effort to not be sweaty.

you were sitting next to him, much in the same position, wearing nothing but a tank top and panties.

“i can come with you this time,” he smirks over at you, but you shake your head no, the heat always seemingly worse once you step out of the cold water.

“you know,” niall smiles excitedly. “on tour when it gets really warm on the bus, we smoke some weed. the heat doesn’t seem as bad.”

“oh, but you know how bad weed makes me choke,” you pout at him. “can’t imagine coughing up a lung would help cool me down in any way.”

“what if i promise you wont ?” he asks, looking over at you.

“you can’t promise that,” you raise your eyebrow at him, intrigued none the less at how he plans on assuring that.

“yeah, actually, i can,” he chuckles, peeling himself off the couch, going to retrieve a joint. leaving you without so much as a clue to what he’s thinking.

niall comes back into the living room, joint and lighter in one hand, a mason jar lid in the other as a makeshift ash tray. he plops down next to you, hand reaching out for yours, pulling you towards him, “come sit in my lap.”

you cant possibly imagine how sitting your barely panty clad cunt on him, while he’s in the smallest pair of briefs he owns, is ever going to not make you warmer. but he seems very keen on this, so you find yourself going along, swinging your thigh over his to sit in his lap.

niall smiles at you quickly, flicking his gaze down to the joint and lighter in his hands. he’s holding them between your bodies, thumb flicking over the lighter, rotating the tip of the joint into the flame to light it evenly.

he brings the filter to his lips. you’re watching him attentively, always amazed at how easy this seems for him. you assume the extra experience he has on you, helps a lot.

you’re not sure if it’s the heat, your cunt on his dick, or the way his cheeks suck in as he inhales, but you find yourself tingling inside. his eyes look over to you as he holds it in his lungs, blowing out the smoke above your head.

“ready ?” niall smiles at you, leaning forward to bump his nose softly against yours.

“i dont know,” you chuckle. “haven’t told me what you wanna do.”

“s’called shotgunning,” he murmurs against your lips. “s’real simple. just open your mouth when i say and inhale.” he kisses you quickly, pulling away from you, giving himself enough space to bring the joint back up to his lips.

niall takes another long drag, nodding towards your lips, silently giving you a signal.

you part your lips nervously, still not totally convinced this wont hurt.

niall’s nose bumps against yours again, his eyes fixated on yours for any signs to stop, as he starts blowing out the smoke into your mouth.

you inhale what he has to offer, holding it momentarily, and blowing it out next to his face. you’re not coughing. it’s a fucking miracle. “again,” you find yourself murmuring, eyes still locked on his.

he smiles knowingly, taking another drag. this time, his hand cups your neck to hold you steady, his mouth trailing a few kisses over the side of your jaw.

niall’s thumb comes up to swipe against your bottom lip, “open.”

he’s making you lose your mind, his lips ghosting right over yours as he blows the smoke into your mouth once more.

as niall takes another drag, his thumb stays against your lip. you take the opportunity to suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

he’s watching you, pushing more of his thumb in your mouth, feeling you suck harder, your tongue working over his digit.

niall presses his thumb against your tongue, forcing your mouth open, a breathy whimper leaving you, as he exhales into your awaiting mouth.

a shiver runs through your body, the buzz, the heat, the stiffness of niall’s cock, his thumb, all of it. you’re so fucking turned on.

“can’t possibly tell me you’re cold,” niall coos, catching the twitch of your shiver run through your body, his large hard gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

“want you,” you whimper.

he can tell. your hips have started grinding onto him, but he’s not even sure you’ve noticed. your pupils are blown wide, surely from both the weed and the effect he currently has on you.

niall looks down to where your hips are working on him, and he notices it. if he focuses hard enough through the weed induced fog, he can feel it. your arousal has soaked right through his boxers.

“lucky s’the last puff,” niall whispers, resting his forehead against yours momentarily. “you’re making a real mess of me, pretty girl.”

you reach out to press your lips against his, honestly not caring for the last puff in the slightest. you were already stoned and you wanted to kiss him, now. all these featherlight, barely there touches, really getting to you.

but niall loves teasing you. he pulls away so his lips are just our of reach, always quicker than you are, as you chase his mouth.

you groan in frustration, your forehead dropping to his chest. you can feel the moment he brings the joint to his lips, chest puffing out as he takes the last drag.

niall’s hand weaves its way into your hair, thrown into a very messy bun, in an attempt to help with the heat, tugging harshly to make you look up at him.

you grind down harder on his cock, your pussy fluttering over nothing, moaning as his other hand grips your jaw to force it open. your body trembles as you suck in the last bit of smoke, lips crashing onto his, finally.

the kiss is messy, full of clashing teeth and tongue as you both so desperately craved the moment where your lips actually touched.

one of niall’s hands reaches down between your bodies to push your panties aside, exposing your dripping cunt. he’s quick to shimmy out of his briefs, just enough for his cock to be freed.

the bobbing of his prick smacks right up against your clit, a wave of heat shooting through your body. and thank fuck you were much too stoned to notice. guess niall was right after all.

……

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[katieraven]

alriiight so remember how one and a half years ago i said id do a series on skz as romantic tropes, inspired by @jinniebit's post? surprise, i am actually still working on it! i have not forgotten! i just am very slow.

but since ive been working on the enemies to lovers!minho fic over the last couple of days and i actually like where it is going, i figured id prove that i didnt vanish into the void give you a sneak peak.

i wont give you context because i dont want to spoil the rest of the story but i think it works without context anyways.

so here you go.

“I’m just saying, he has a car, he literally offered to take us, why the hell would you not take that offer?”

Jisung and you are arguing in the kitchen. Chan and Changbin are throwing a party at their place and both you two and Minho are invited. It already bugs you to have to spend the evening around him, but Minho offered to drive and while you realise that that is just way too convenient to not take up, it is also going against every ounce of your being to accept that. 

“I’ll walk, it’s fine,” you shrug and return your attention to the dishes you’re currently scrubbing, maybe a bit more vigorously than necessary. 

“Walk? To the other side of town?!”

You have to give it to him; the place is kind of far away. 

“Fine, I’ll take the bus.”

You know he won’t take that as an answer, he knows that you hate public transport. And sure enough, you’re staring at a plate, when Jisung’s face slowly pushes into your field of vision.

“Public transport. You.”

You shrug, “sure. Can’t be that bad, huh?”

“Look at me.”

You roll your eyes, but Jisung is nothing if not stubborn, so you turn to the left where he is still staring at you. 

“You are being unreasonable. We both know you can’t walk there, and you hate buses, so why on earth would you not take the offer of someone driving?”

You hold his stare. You can be just as stubborn as he is, and it already annoys you that Minho will be there at all – you’re not going to drive there with him as well. 

“I just don’t like him, that’s all.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’m not asking you to marry him, am I? You can even sit in the back, and you don’t have to say a single word.”

“I hate sitting in the back, though. And I don’t like when other people drive,” you add a bit quieter, and return to your dishes. It’s not even a lie.

Jisung sighs and pats you on the shoulder.

“So that’s it. You don’t feel safe in other people’s cars, yeah?”

That’s only one part of the problem, but it sounds reasonable enough to just go with this version, so you nod. 

“That’s alright, I don’t know a safer driver than Minho. Seriously,” he adds when he realises that you’re not convinced, “I don’t feel great with a lot of drivers either, but he really pays attention and doesn’t speed and all that. And I’m with you, I can make a fuss about him having to be really careful if you don’t want to say anything.”

He playfully nudges you, and it does make you smile a bit. You suddenly feel bad that you’re being so difficult. Sure, you don’t like Minho, but Jisung does for some reason and you’re being a pain about it. So, you give in. It can’t be that bad.

*** 

And to your surprise, it really isn’t that bad at all. Jisung nudges you toward the passenger seat and goes to sit in the back, and you try and be a decent person and greet Minho when you climb onto the seat. He watches you get in with his attentive eyes – you keep wondering what they remind you of – and nods in return, a small greeting back. 

Jisung starts talking as soon as he closes the door, and you know it is to not make you feel uneasy next to Minho. You appreciate it, but it makes you feel even worse about your behaviour earlier. When Minho starts the car, you clench your fists in anticipation, focusing on the dull pressure of your nail into the skin of your palms, to not focus on the feeling in your stomach. You feel Minho’s eyes on you when you stop at a traffic light, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but the car starts more smoothly when the light goes green.

Somewhere along the drive, you unclench your fingers and run them over the crescents your nails left behind. Jisung was right, you muse, Minho does drive safer than anyone you’ve ever driven with. He eyes you at stop signs and traffic lights, and just before you go around the last corner into the street Chan and Changbin live in, you realise what his eyes feel like. There is a feline attentiveness to them, calmly and quietly observing the people around him. Somehow, it makes you feel even worse about the fuss you made. What it must have looked like from the outside when you refused to shake his hand. You feel like a fool. 

The door to the passenger side opens and shakes you out of your thoughts. You look up, and sure enough, Minho is holding the door, one hand extended – just like he did in the kitchen. Your eyes jump back and forth between his hand and his face. There is something in his eyes, something very well concealed – and when it changes to a satisfied sparkle as you grab his hand, you realise it was insecurity.

***

tag list: @rachalixie (i did promise), @chvnnie (no idea if you are still interested but im not gonna leave you out), @jinniebit (because youre the reason this series exists at all honestly) and @lurkmethist (did u see what i did here amethyst i think im hilarious hehe - but i promised id tag u still) ALSO @an0ther-us3r (bc u liked the other snippet so much maybe u wanna read this too?)

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