#but for those who still remember! yeah i was insane about these guys
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Look who DECIDED TO SHOW UP.
#figured i'd try my hand at drawing these losers again#you can't really tell how much i used to draw them#considering i couldn't repost everything after i accidentally deleted my old account#but for those who still remember! yeah i was insane about these guys#they were like the beta pt tower trio /j#anyway. holy smokes do i draw them better now#sock art#a hat in time#ahit#a hat in time tim#a hat in time tim the ceo of time#ahit thor#ahit thor the inventor#ahit tim's friend
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He doesn’t know how they got here, but Jason’s thankful for it. It’s not often that he speaks to Cass, when Jason’s passions are words and righteous murder and Cass’s passions are distinctly not that, but when they do speak, they manage to get along. Somehow.
“So, why don’t you kill?” Jason leans back on the couch, his favorite mug filled with Alfred’s hot chocolate.
Cass is curled against the arm of the sofa. She looks at him, head tilted. Jason knows she’s reading him, but he’s not sure what she’s finding. It’s humbling, and intimidating, to know she sees more than what he allows to show.
“I can see,” she says. “That one time… I killed. I saw. Pain. Fear. Desp- des- not wanting to die.”
“Desperation?”
Cass nods. One of her fingers fiddle with the material of the couch. Jason knows she’s allowing him to see the motion. He knows it’s her silent way of showing him trust.
“There is more. To dying. Like… like they see their lives-They think- remembers. Loves. Their life- regret, love, everything. It goes through-” Cass taps her temple.
“Their lives are flashing through their heads?”
“Yes. Good. Bad. Everything. I see.” Quieter, Cass adds “I know. I know them, then. I killed a life that I know. They love. Everyone, have something they love. I kill, I kill that love.”
“That must suck.”
Cass leans back. She nods, neck releasing their tension and eyes less hunted, more accepting.
“Yes. I don’t want to- I don’t want to be the end.” Cass swivels her shoulders towards him, now. “Why… why do you?”
“Me?” Jason… hasn’t thought about it for a while, nor too deeply. But this is Cass. And her honesty deserves an honest reply. “I kill because some people shouldn’t be left alive to hurt and kill others”
“Not about… Bruce?”
Jason took a sip of his hot chocolate. Cass settled more into the couch, her eyes clear and watchful.
“It used to be,” he admitted. “About him, I mean. It used to be about vengeance. But then I came back to Crime Alley, and then I saw the kids getting hurt instead of being protected. They’re innocent. And then, it wasn’t about Bruce anymore. Killing is just the means to an end now, for me.”
“Do you- not regret?” She makes a gesture at his leg, where on a normal day, his holsters would be.
“I try to make sure I don’t kill people I’d regret, no. Like, you know how sometimes you guys arrest muggers?”
Cass nodded.
“Sometimes,” Jason said, remembering the days of digging through trash for food and the lingering hunger that rumbled through his younger self’s stomach. “They mug people because they’re desperate. I don’t kill those guys. But people deal to kids? Who hurt sex workers? Rapists? They’re doing irreparable harm, with full knowledge of their actions. For profit, mostly. If they’re willing to ruin lives, then they should be ready for their own to be ruined. It’s justice, for people like me.”
Cass studied him. “Justice…?”
“The only kind us Alley kids could ever appreciate. Arresting an abuser, a threat, and having that stick is for the privileged. Having that threat removed completely is relieving.”
“Can’t trust the world to be fair. But death, is fair.”
“Yeah. I think if I saw as much as you do, it’d be harder to do. But I think I’d still kill, because one person’s suffering after a life of being evil is worth the safety of so many others. To know… well, I guess I’m glad I don’t know what that’s like.”
“I see.”
“I know you do,” Jason grins at her. “But not killing is an act of courage too. Even if B makes it seem like it should come instinctually.”
“Yes. He does not connect, with Damian. Does not understand, fully, how hard. To unlearn.”
“Yeah.”
They sit in silence for a while after that, listening to the sounds of their family clambering around in other rooms.
“Hey, Cass?”
Cass turned back to him.
“I would kill David Cain for you.”
He would. It makes the Pit seethe when he thinks about how much David Cain and Lady Shiva hurt Cass for her to get this insanely good at reading people. He hopes she sees the pure honesty and sincerity he feels at that declaration
Cass puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezed once. Twice.
“Okay. Thank you.”
“No objections?”
“… would not feel too bad.”
Jason snorted.
“Yeah. You and me both.”
He doesn’t know how they got here, but he’s thankful for it anyways, because he understands his sister just that much more now.
#cassandra cain#black bat#Jason Todd#red hood#they have different philosophies#but theyre family your honor#cass would stop jay from murdering people if she sees him#he’d let her bc he’s not gonna win that fight#he’d also go back and kill whoever later#David Cain#being a horrible parent I hate this guy#dc#Cassandra Cain seeing someone’s emotions as they die#she doesn’t want to be a weapon#Batman
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hiii i love your work so much, you're an amazing writer.
can i request a (LONG) instagram au where both the reader and harry are mega popstars and have been together for almost a decade, and now they're married & have a fam together. js overall domestic fluff lol.
thanks
pairing: Harry x popstar!reader
fc: Taylor Swift
a/n: i thank the internet for all the edits of those two together, it definitely helped me finding perfect photos for the story!
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onedirectionupdates
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onedirectionupdates You guys remember those rumours that Harry and YN had a thing back in 2012? Well, I think those rumours weren't so farfetched... What do you think?
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harrysgirly no way! i thought all of you were lying back then!
user93 her? really?
user34 woah, i mean, woah
user56 i need to give her that... she looks stunning
ynupdates Well I don't blame Harry!
user102 i can see that, i can see the vision here
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2014
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harryupdates Harry and YN were seen enjoying a walk in New York!
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ynupdates right after 1989 dropped????? they're insane
harrysgirly WHAT? i thought it was like a one party thing?
user45 what's going on?
user50 what the hell?
user46 James Dean is that you?
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2015
ynupdates
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ynupdates YN and Harry were seen walking hand in hand to YN's party, celebrating the success of Style's Music Video!
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hArrysbtch YOU'VE GOT THAT JAMES DEAN DAYDREAM LOOK IN YOUR EYES
⤷ ynsmybestie AND I'VE GOT THAT RED LIP CLASSIC THING THAT YOU LIKE
harryupdates woah, that's certainly the way to show that the rumours were true
harrysmylife HAND IN HAND? WTF
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harrysleaks Harry and YN back in February!
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hArrysbtch YOU TOOK A POLAROID OF US
⤷ ynsmybestie it's shame that the polaroid is in black and white... iykwim
ynsmymama i can't take it... they look too good together
harrysmylife couples where both people are this beautiful shouldn't be allowed! im protesting! leave some good genes for us!
user45 they're really dating, aren't they?
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2017
harryupdates
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harryupdates Harry and YN were seen attending the after party for Dunkirk premiere in London!
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ynupdates THE MOTHER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER
ynupdates that's not what i call a soft launching but I LOVE IT
ynsmymama SHE IS BACK !!!! I REPEAT: SHE. IS. BACK. HALLELUJAH. I LOVE MY LIVE NOW
hArrysbtch who is this guy? where is my mysterious man?
harrysmylife seeing that he shows up in public only few times a year, i can say he's still mysterious
ynsmybestie she looks good, like good good, super good
user45 i love all those photos, one every year, showing up and making people loose their shit (mine included)
user23 she looks somehow different, but i can't pinpoint what is it
⤷ user45 she's glowing, that's for sure
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2018
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ynupdates someone's getting fired... YN and Harry after Harry's latest interview with BBC Radio 1, where he was asked about YN and denied WITH A SMIRK ON HIS FACE about dating her! they enjoy messing with us!
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harryupdates 'well, i was two times at the hospital. when i was born and after an accident' YEAH, AND HOW MANY STITCHES DID YOU GET? 'i had like 20 stitches on me!'
harrysbtch they're matching outfits! they cute! they parents! they they they...
⤷ harrysmylife guys, she's broken
ynsmybestie she's so georgous
ynsmymama i need music from them both
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harryupdates Harry and YN for The Times!!! harry gave an interview that is going to be available in a few days!
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ynupdates yeah
ynupdates im not breathing
ynsmymama shit's got real
hArrysbtch DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT THE INTERVIEW IS TITLED TWO GHOSTS????? like, we were speculating about it and i think we were fucking right!
user45 the way that he's all sexy and intimidating and she's a cinnamon roll is hilarious!
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2019
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yourbestfriend LOVER
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yourinstagram shhhh, it was a secret
harrystyles Who's that fine fella behind that exquisite woman?
⤷ yourbestfriend it's been years and you're still like a lovesick puppy teenager! how?
⤷ harrystyles Well, I am still young.
harryupdates woah, that, that second photo is definitely something
hArrybtch harry, i'll do anything when you're looking at me like that
ynsmybestie what does lover mean?
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harryupdates HARRY and YN in the photo added to the Fine Line vinyl! Apparently this photo was only in a few of the editions together with Harry's autograph.
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ynupdates YN's rocking the shorter hair with Harry rocking the longer curls
ynsmybestie they both look stunning
ynsmymama i still can't comprehend him releasing the album on her birthday and dedicating it to her... AHHHHHHHH
hArrysbtch screaming, crying throwing up
harrysmoustache the rings, the floral shirt, long curls, the necklace
harrysmylife is it odd to say that i am a slut for this man? man, i am down bad, like real bad
stylesmybabie crying, i love them so much
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2020
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ynandharry GUYS !!!!!!! my make a wish came true! i was on a zoom call with harry and yn today!
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harryupdates that's amazing! i know you waited so long for them to actually accept you for the program!
ynupdates they look so good
hArrysbtch the thing is, they're both in the same house and probably the same room even
harrysmoustache i love my parents
user45 did you guys heard about all the rumours that they both actually have a son who's already 3 years old?
⤷ harrysmylife stop believing in everything you read on the internet
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2021
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harryupdates Harry listens to Folklore, do you?
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yourinstagram How did you make it look so realistic????
⤷ hArrysbtch hey queen!
⤷ yourinstagram well hello there
harrysmoustache i love this edit
ynsmymama harry knows a good music when he hears one
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ynupdates YN and HARRY at the 63rd Grammy Awards!
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harryupdates they are hilarious! they're not even sitting at the same table
harrysmoustache catching up with my bestie after not seeing her for years (it's been twenty minutes)
hArrysbtch AND THEY BOTH WENT HOME WITH A GRAMMY
ynsmybestie that floral dress is doing wonders! she looks like a princess
ynsmymama PARENTS
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2022
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harrystyles Harry's House is out now. It wouldn't have been done without you, though. Thank you, my love.
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yourinstagram I'm gonna go and scream from the rooftops
annetwist ♥️
harryupdates I CANNOT TAKE IT, HARRY. COME ON.
hArrysbtch you little btch. you make me cry with Matilda and then you post this? not cool, man. not cool.
ynsmybestie she's inspiration, she's supportive, she's loving.
ynsmymama wearing his shirt, drinking wine and playing guitar... man that's some happy living there
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ynupdates YN and Harry in Tokyo!
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ynupdates YN's wearing a hoodie gifted by a fan!
hArrysbtch that thumb of his is not going down in the near future, is it?
harryupdates lovely couple
user23 they really don't care about all those rumours, do they?
⤷ harrysmylife what rumours again?
⤷ user23 apparently they have a child together since 2017!
⤷ harrysmoustache you want to tell me that they manage to hide their baby for five years? that's highly unlikely
⤷ ynsmybestie well, yn disappeared for a year and nobody saw her. i don't think it could be that unlikely for them.
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ynsmybestie PARENTS MIMICKING EACH OTHER
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harryupdates oh, i've totally missed it!
ynupdates they have the same mind, that's it
hArrysbtch i love them so much, i can die now
stylesmybabie that's some iconic shit
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2023
ynupdates
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ynupdates YN and HARRY at the 65th Grammy Awards! Once again they went home NOT empty handed! Harry with 3 and YN with 1 award!
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harryupdates i am so proud of them!
hArrysbtch those bitches still weren't sitting at the same table
harrysmoustache they both look so stylish, i love it
ynsmybestie i love how she stood up and started clapping louder when people from the back were yelling that Beyonce should've won
⤷ ynupdates she knows what it feels like to be told those words all to well
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harryupdates YN JOINED HARRY ON STAGE TONIGHT IN PALM SPRINGS, CA!
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harryupdates WHAT IS HAPPENING?????
harryupdates THEY ARE SINGING STYLE AND MEDICINE TOGETHER
hArrysbtch what the fucck... are the people at the stadium alive?
ynupdates 'I left Judie back stage, I hope he's gonna be okay.' WERE THE RUMOURS REALLY TRUE?????
user45 i told you guys years ago and you didn't believe me...
hArrysbtch 'love, your mic is on' 'oh shit' i don't think they were ready to announce anything
harrysmoustache there's no way. this is one of my dreams
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yourinstagram Judie and Teddy say hi to the World and they hope that you can be kind to them.
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ynupdates YN during Vigilante Shit tonight in Los Angeles! Not gonna lie, she's on another level tonight!
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harryupdates HARRY is in the audience, maybe that's why!
hArrybtch harry, you lucky, lucky son of a lady dog
harrysmoustache she's so sexy
ynsmybestie after two pregnancies??? couldn't be me. she looks so fucking good
harrysmylife what if she's announcing something????
⤷ ynupdates do you think it's gonna be 1989?
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harryupdates HARRY at YN's show tonight in Los Angeles!
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hArrysbtch SHE JUST ANNOUNCED THE 1989 YN'S VERSION
ynsmybestie i love how he attended the concert where she's announcing that she's reclaiming the first album that she wrote about him
harrysmoustache he looks good
harrysmylife i need his reaction to yn's vigilante dane
user67 i was at the concert and let me tell you those cheeks were as red as a tomato, he enjoyed it!
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yourinstagram 1989 MY VERSION is out on 23rd of October. Thank you to whoever made that edit, it should've been the album cover from the start.
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harrystyles I prefer the one that has you on the front and back. It gives it more value, I'd say.
⤷ yourinstagram Either way, I'm gonna frame it and hang it above our bed.
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voguemagazine For the first time we tagged team and let our sweet little friends, Judie and Teddy interview their mom, YN YSN. "Firstly, you read that perfectly, Judie, I am so proud of you, baby. And to answer the question: together with dad, sorry, together with Harry we decided that your privacy and safety are ours priority. And then mummy forgot to turn off the mic! But we're happy that all of the fans and people are kind enough to respect your space and the boundaries we appointed." To read the article go to our link in bio!
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harryupdates "Mummy, you look beautiful today!" Not Judie hyping up his mom! you little baby I love you so much!
ynupdates "please don't fall in the water, mummy. Daddy, daddy will you suffer mummy?" "Yes, I will safe mummy, baby." I LOVE BABIES
harrysmoustache and the painting was done by the whole family...
ynsmybestie i usually hate kids, but those two are so adorable
ynsmymama i m gonna put you all in my pocket and protect you with my life
hArrysbtch "when you are in the limelight as much as dad and mum, you want something to be just yours. that's you and Teddy for us. our little rays of sunshine." I AM CRYING
⤷ ynupdates i love how she talked with Judie as if he was grown. she seems to be a great mother
⤷ hArrysbtch i wouldn't expect anything else from her
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a/n: well, that definitely was a long one! let me know if you want any more from this pair!
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles instagram#harry styles one shot#harry styles fake ig#harry styles fluff#popstar!reader
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PROM DATE
synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why
wc: 1.1k
pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: like one cuss word maybe
notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark
Insane.
To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.
His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.
"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.
"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.
You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.
"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat
"okay okay I got it"
He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly
"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.
"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.
Cute
"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance
You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe
Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt
"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight
"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.
"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name
"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet
Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details
"Come on, you know what people are like"
"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"
He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for
"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"
Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.
He heard you, that was for sure.
"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.
"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"
"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking
"I don't want a date if its not you"
Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink
"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance
"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his
"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"
#nct dream x reader#nct dream au#nct dream fic#nct dream imagines#nct dream oneshot#nct dream#nct dream x y/n#nct dream x you#mark x reader#mark x you#mark x y/n#mark lee fluff#nct fluff#nct dream fluff#nct dream mark#mark fluff#mark lee x reader#mark lee x y/n#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 x you#nct 127 x y/n#nct 127 au#nct 127 imagines#nct
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.·:·.✧ Say No pt 2✧.·:·.
NIka Muhl x Fem!Reader
"and I would say all of this but I don't want to ruin the moment"
word count - 2.2k
themes:
-smut!
-slight fluff
A/N - I love this part sm omg. no other notes just read it and enjoy.....
It only took a couple days for people to start seeing the glances that me and Nika shot at each other throughout the days. Of course KK noticed first. Something tells me that shes like a child who makes fun of you for having a romantic life. If you can even call it that.
The more I got to know Nika, the more I wanted to date her. The way her dark eyes become more visible in the sun and the way her skin absolutely glows at the beach. All the time actually. I couldn't help but look up to my ceiling on nights that we weren't together and just pray that she felt the same way, even though we were trying to not date. Just keep it casual.
Some nights got so tiring not being in her arms that I would call Paige and beg her to send Nika over to my room. The entire summer was like this before she asked me out. Yes SHE asked ME out. Everything started to fall into place once July hit.
"Hey how are you doing?"
It had been silent for a little while. Nika decided to sit in my bed for a little while. It was a couple days after her ex broke up with her and we- yeah anyways. The silent almost became deadly to sit in so I broke it. Nika's head popped up from her phone and faced my direction. Her eyes were still a bit red with dilated pupils resting in the middle. She gently set her phone down in her lap, giving me undivided attention.
"Huh?"
Her voice reached a higher pitch at the end of short response.
"You know. How are you?" I gestured my eyes down to Nika's phone that was sitting peacefully on her stomach. To be honest I really couldn't care less about how she felt about the breakup, I just wanted to know how her emotions were doing to know if I could pour my heart out now.
Spoiler alert, I couldn't.
"Oh. Shitty I guess. He tried apologizing"
Her hands moved up to her own strand of hair that was hanging in front of her eye and pushed it back behind her ear, still maintaining eye contact.
My jaw almost dropped agape but I kept my composure. I couldn't believe that this guy would even breakup with the Nika Muhl but trying to get her back after? Fucking insane. Inside my head I was praying that she didn't take him back because if he did I would just have to bang my head on the nightstand next to me.
"What a loser. What did you do?"
"I.." Nika's eyes drifted over to the curtain behind me, breaking our eye contact for the first time tonight. "I blocked him"
I couldn't help but let a small smile grow on my lips at the sound of those words leaving her mouth. I nudged her shoulder gently, causing a smile to pop up on her usually serious face.
"Uh hello good job! I swear every other girl would take him back and then get hurt again"
Nika didn't deserve to be hurt ever. Most people see her as this aggressive Aries that has the same mentality off court. They see her as a bitch who wont let you touch her but shes a hugger. She loves hugs and she adores being hugged. Nika loves hibiscus flowers and cherry flavored gum on occasions but usually spearmint. She doesn't like being ignored because that's the one thing she used to do to people. And she remembers the moment of people telling her that she hurt them and feeling her heart shatter. Shes a softie when people care for her. Like a bee. Don't swat at them, and they wont sting.
"Thanks. I still miss him though"
Fuck.
"That's ok. Its normal I mean its only been a couple days since you guys broke up. Heartbreak lingers for a while. I promise someone better will come along"
Nice.
Nika sighed softly and let out a short groan before looking back down at her phone.
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july 7th 2023
Thursday. The day not even a machine could wipe from my memory. I woke up to Qadence sitting next to me holding a bucket beside her. I must've gotten drunk the night before
"Wednesdays go crazy" she said laughing as my eyes slowly blinked open
Last night had to be the blurriest time to imagine.
july 6th 2023
"No no let me stand on the table pleaseee" I whined into Caroline's ear while her hands were wrapped around my waist trying to get me to sit down. failing.
"Hey Nika why don't you give her a try?" KK yelled out while watching the chaos I was causing.
Nika gave an annoyed stare at KK before walking up to a drunk me that wouldn't let go of the edge of the table. Nika approached me with a calm look on her face and steady hands. Her fingers slowly wrapped around my waist and gently tugged me off of the table.
"Cmere time to go"
Even though Nika was just as drunk as I was, she seemed so collected. I mean collected enough to pull me into her arms without making out with me in front of everyone. A chill ran down my back as Nika carefully carried me to the exit. Not actually carried but you know what I mean.
Nika gently lifted my arms to help me get in Caroline's car before we drove off back to the hotel. Me and Nika used each other as support to get back to our room. The both of us plopped onto each other's beds and almost knocked out. But before either of us could fall asleep I looked over to see Nika crawling onto my bed. I felt her hand slither against my thigh once her body was fully next to me.
My eyes were immediately drawn to hers, which was focusing on my still lips.
"Can I?"
Nikas hands teased around the edge of my shorts, slightly unbuttoning the, with one hand. The moment I nodded yes both of her hands were at my waist, ripping my bottoms off. I held my breath until her fingers curled under the lace of my panties. She slowly slid them down my legs and then lifted me onto her lap. Her head was pressed against the bed board.
My clit dragged against the zipper of her leather skirt that I was needing to take off now. Without hesitating I pressed my lips against hers not even waiting to become sloppy. Nika's lipped wrapped around my tongue perfectly causing my legs to gently squeeze against the thighs that I was straddling. Her hands slowly made their way closer to my bare pussy, teasing with my folds.
"Fuck!" I whined out while trying to stay silent.
Nika easily swallowed every noise I made. while her traced around my hole teasing me into pleading for her to fuck me.
"Please.." I whined into Nika's mouth
"Please what? Use your words pretty"
"I need you to fuck me" I quickly gave in.
Nika quickly sent two of her fingers in me slowly pumping in and out. Her lips still sucking on mine gently. A louder moan left my mouth followed by me quickly grinding against her fingers.
"S-Shit"
Nika took my movements as a sign to quicken her pace. She curled her fingers up hitting all the right spots. Her patience was obviously not strong that night. I quickly came on her fingers, making her smirk at herself. Everything felt so right.
My walls that were clenched around her fingers slowly relaxed as she fucked me through my orgasm.
"Fuck don't stop"
I continued to grind my hips against her hand as she slowed down. of course she only wanted to make me come once before I got my turn.
"Up." I wrapped my hands around her thighs and gently lifted them up.
Nika was silent until I slipped my tongue onto her own clit that was helpfully bare. I flicked my tongue against her pussy just to tease her like she teased me. I began to gently pressed my tongue flat against her folds before diving into her.
With ease, my tongue collected everything that left her. before I even noticed that Nika's hands were tangled in my hair, her thighs wrapped aoround my ears. Sadly muffling her perfectly voiced whines.
I continued to lick and slurp at her folds before finally pulling away and licking my lips. Without doing anything else I crawling back up to her lips that now had lipstick smudged around. I noticed that a couple streaks of mascara had left her eyes but I chose to ignore that cause girl me too.
I remembered to let my tongue slip through my mouth and into hers before the taste of her left my tongue so that she could get a taste too.
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july 7th 2023
After throwing up around four more times I got dressed into a tank top and some jeans. Today the entire team was headed to the aquarium for some reason. I decided to put my hair up in a clip instead of letting it down.
The only makeup I put on was some mascara and lipgloss before actually leaving my room and heading to the main lobby where I saw a couple of the girls sitting down.
Once everyone was ready, we decided to go in different cars and meet up at the aquarium. I was with Ice, KK, and Paige for today. The car ride was going smoothly until Paige decided to turn around and ask me probably the most out of pocket question to exist.
"Why did I hear squeaking last night? From your room actually" She was clearly laughing and trying to get under my skin. My face went blank as I stared into her with only annoyance in my eyes.
"Literally shut up." I snapped back and smiled sarcastically.
The aquarium was huge, way bigger than any that I've been to. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a school of blue ring angelfish surrounding the entrance. To my left was a restaurant and to my right was a souvenir shop. and right in front of me was Nika, Qadence, and Azzi sitting down in a couple chairs. Me and Nika locked eyes almost immediately but I looked away without hesitation.
I sat down across from her and pulled out my phone while waiting for everyone to arrive. I don't know if it was very obvious (it was) but I went straight to Nika's Instagram so that I could look at her without looking at her.
My fingers scrolled across her page until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly shoved my phone into my pockets while turning it off. I turned around to see Ines and KK standing behind me laughing.
I gave both of them a menacing stare, threatening them with my eyes. they ran off to grab drinks from the restaurant.
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The aquarium was fun and so fucking pretty. My favorite was the seahorses and otters. My phone was now full of pictures. One thing that threw me off was the crabs, oh and the fact that the entire team couldn't stop giggling when I even glanced in Nika's direction.
Every time I looked at her I saw a nervous look wash over her. It was honestly funny the way she couldn't look at me for shit.
After around 30 minutes of looking around the aquarium I sat down at the restaurant tables and looked at the menu. The entire building was painted in teal and blue shades no matter was direction you looked in.
Just as I was going to read my order to who I thought was a waiter, Nika stood above me with a worried frown plastered on her face. I gave a small smile at her before she sat down at the table I was out. she sat right in front of me and stared into my eyes before speaking.
"Alright. Shit I'm doing this. Ok, listen I know that I just got broken up with and shit but I really need to ask you something serious. I need all your attention on me please"
Nika's words were laced with worry but I turned over the menu I was previously looking at and stared right back at her. Was this really happening?
"Jesus this isn't happening. Is it really that unnoticeable. I like you. No I don't like you I love you."
I could notice that she was starting to panic. I look around to see Azzi and Paige behind us with a phone recording everything that was happening. That's how I picked up that this was real.
"Yes Nika yes"
I said with urgency, not letting Nika finish her sentence. Boom. We started dating. I could feel my face heating up every second that passed. Nika's face stopped with the worry look and she began to smile. The corners of her mouth slightly dipped down showing her more shy smile.
"Thank Fucking God."
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Why is the art so unappealing in lore Olympus now Persephone looks like a highlighter and maybe it’s just me but the proportions like the fingers in arms are soul over the place I don’t think they used to be this bad. Am I just looking at it with nostalgia or am I crazy ?
Honestly, nostalgia does play a huge part in it, even to this day there are times I look back on old S1 panels and go-
Actually here's a great example that literally just happened yesterday in the ULO Discord that nearly had me on the floor LOL This is from Episode 70:
Like I didn't even believe that that was real until I was told what episode it was from and I was just. Astounded and flabbergasted. The over-shading of the blanket that just makes it look like a really bad edit. Insane.
And yeah, there are a lot of old panels that hit different now that the rose-colored glasses have been removed, crushed, and thrown into the trash compactor.
I think that's why it makes it all the more amusing when people come into my inbox and ask me "wait, why did you like LO to begin with?? It's always been ugly as shit, I think you're just romanticizing it" because like... there's something to be said about art and subjectivity, even if something is ugly to one person doesn't mean it isn't beautiful to someone else. It's why I try not to be too mean towards the fans of this comic for still enjoying it, because while I definitely have strong opinions about how "LO has gotten worse" and what kind of following Rachel has cultivated (cough cough), there are also just as equally valid arguments that LO has never begin good to begin with that I can't necessarily disagree with now that I'm looking back on it with a more critical eye.
That said, there's tons of media that I enjoy that is objectively awful. Like y'all, you don't need to take my opinions about a dumb pink x blue fantasy romance comic seriously, I like Starfox Adventures-
Like yeah it's a badly made rushed piece of shit that was developed right on the ass end of Rare's glory days and was really an original IP (Dinosaur Planet) that got Frankenstein'd into a Starfox game so it could "sell better" for Nintendo, but I don't give a fuck, I love Starfox Adventures and some day I wanna be in the top 10 speedrunner leaderboards for it, which I know doesn't mean much because no one is speedrunning Starfox, but I do and no one can take that away from me dammit-
Anyways. Lore Olympus has, in many regards, always had "bad art". But "bad art" can and should still be enjoyed by those who find joy in it.
And in LO's case, the world it existed in when it launched was a lot smaller than it is now - more specifically, the world of Webtoons. We can look back and see how 'bad' LO looks and reads now because there are genuinely way better comics surrounding it. It was unique and refreshing and experimental back then... now it's just "that stupid blue and pink comic for horny teenagers".
In most cases I would consider that "cringing in hindsight" feeling a good thing because normally it means something has grown and that it seeming "bad" in hindsight would mean that it's outgrown itself and moved onto bigger things. But LO has the more unique problem of "its current stuff is shit and it's making us want the old stuff more, even if the old stuff wasn't good either". In that regard, LO is closer to being like Harry Potter. Remember when The Cursed Child came out at the height of Rowling being exposed for being a TERF and even people who liked Harry Potter didn't like The Cursed Child because it was just objectively worse overall (with or without Rowling's bullshit attached)? It made a lot of people go back and re-read / rewatch Harry Potter with a more objective lens and go "wait a minute guys, I think we only adored these books so much because we were 12 when we read them". Often times it's the good memories we have surrounding certain things that make us have the opinion about them that we do.
Of course, LO is definitely not as politically weaponized as Harry Potter is, so that's where that comparison ends. But my point is that LO is definitely in a situation where it's been riding off the same privileges it had back in 2018 - having an 'experimental' art style while also utilizing tropes and characters that were VERY popular at the time (remember that 2017-18 was when Tumblr was at its height of H x P "Hades was a chill accountant guy who wore socks and sandals and didn't cheat on his wife like Zeus did" fantasizing) - and thinks that those same tricks and tropes will still work today.
Because of this, the art in LO really, really hasn't aged well, even the stuff that we look back on fondly. But I think it's the panels that we specifically think of when remembering "old LO" - the ones that stuck in our memories the most - that are the ones that make us miss or just not care about the panels that don't look good (the panels that make people question why we ever liked it to begin with).
We liked it because of how it made us feel to look at panels like these-
Those genuinely wonderful panels that we think back on the most don't exist separately from the bad panels, they exist in spite of them. Even if we can look back on panels like these and pick out problems in the lineart or the proportions or the color travelling outside of the lines, that can't and shouldn't change how those panels made us feel at some point or another. And that's why when people ask me "why were you even into LO in the first place" I don't have any one answer, because I can't fully explain how something made me feel to justify why it's good to someone who can see from the outside - without rose-colored glasses - that it evidently isn't. It's very much a "you had to be there" type of thing.
Unfortunately, nowadays even the 'best' LO panels in S3 still don't come close to what the S1 panels accomplished - because for many of us, the rose-colored glasses are gone, we can't appreciate the good among the bad because we know now how bad it truly is and so the good just feels like wasted attempts at trying to recreate something it can no longer be. It "came back wrong" so to speak.
LO came back just regular. But our journey to resurrecting it changed us to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to us. Sorry dude.
This is still probably one of my favorite panels out of the entirety of S3 for being as close to "old LO" as I've seen since S2, and even it feels like a mistake, an accident, how could a panel like this exist in S3 when so much of it is a dumpster fire? It's like a flower growing in the ruins of an apocalyptic wasteland.
But wasn't that always the case? Isn't that 'always' what LO has been, since the very beginning? A poorly cobbled together mess of writing and panels that, every now and then, manages to leave an impression that makes you feel something? Did we ever truly know LO? Or have we just been relying entirely on an idea of it that we've built up in our heads that when it does do exactly what it's evidently always done (even if not made apparent until looking back on it in hindsight) we think it "came back wrong"?
#anyways sorry that was a way deeper response than it oughta have been#welcome to the AMA roulette game of “ask puff a simple question which they may or may not respond to with an introspective essay"#lore olympus critical#anti lore olympus#antiloreolympus#ask me anything#ama#anon ama#anon ask me anything
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MY HERO
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
PAIRING: nerdy!Harry x bartender!reader
WARNING: bit of a fight, blood
SUMMARY: Some drunk guy gets dirty with you when you refuse to serve him. Luckily, Harry is there to stand up for you, even if he is not too good at it.
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It’s a Friday night, which means the bar is packed with college students, celebrating that they survived yet another week of the semester. There’s no empty table, the line at the bar seems never ending and the noise is way louder than the music playing through the speakers. A lot of your coworkers hate to work Friday and Saturday, because they hate the crowd, but you’re kind of okay with it. It keeps you busy, time passes by faster and the tips are always good, drunk college guys like to pay double for their drinks just to prove they have money, only to wake up with an empty wallet in the morning. But that’s not your business.
You haven’t sat down in hours, the rush was too big to have one less person behind the bar, so you’re a tad bit frustrated, but still holding on. Most of the crowd looks familiar to you, you see them almost every week, you could maybe even tell their major as well. You know what they usually drink and how they act whenever they had one too many beers. But there’s one person you know the most about and when you see him walk in your mood brightens immediately.
Harry has been a returning customer for the past two months or so. You still remember the first time he came in and asked for a double shot, you watched him take it and almost throw it up. He admitted he’s never taken a double and can barely force down a beer usually. He sat at the bar that night and you talked and talked until it was closing time.
He returned the next night, asked for a water and stayed until closing again.
You’ve gotten to know him well since then, he is the sweetest, kindest soul and the most amazing guy you’ve ever met. He likes to hide behind his glasses and books, he tends to stammer when he gets nervous and his nose twitches when he tastes something he doesn’t like.
When you started bartending you promised yourself not to fall for any guy. Well, Harry is not just any guy.
As you finish up an order you keep an eye on Harry and watch him fight his way to the bar, fixing his glasses when he finally makes it through the crowd. You give the drinks out and turn to him smiling.
“Hi, fancy a drink?” you ask, ignoring the whiny people who’s been waiting in line and were cut off by Harry.
“Hi! Y-Yeah, thank you,” he smiles back and you’re quick to make him a virgin cocktail.
He stays by the bar and keeps you company whenever you have a moment to talk. You ask him about his exam a few days ago and he asks if you’ve gotten your AC fixed already.
“No, the guy I had check it out gave me an insane offer, so I’m still saving up.”
“How much?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed, but you know where he will end up, so you just smile at him and shake your head.
“Harry, I told you, I don’t want you to pay for it.”
“Hey! Get your sexy ass over here and serve us!” A voice calls out from across the bar and it makes the hair stand on your arms, but you force a smile on your face.
“I’ll be right back, Harry.” Walking across the bar you stand in front of the clearly drunk guy you’ve seen around here quite a few times before and he likes to give the bartenders a hard time whenever he is in the mood.
“What can I get you?” you ask looking at him while he is clearly looking at your chest.
“Three vodka shots and a beer. Make sure to bend down for that beer!” he laughs, the two other guy with him joining in, patting him on the back.
“I’ll shove up those shots into your dirty ass,” you mumble under your breath as you start pouring the drinks.
“If I double your tip will you get rid of that top?” he grins, still very much eyeing your breasts.
“Hey, if you don’t want spit in your drink, stop being an asshole!” You stop mumbling and this time you articulate it quite loud and clear.
“It’s a spicy one!” he whistles, still not taking you seriously. “I’ll take the second shot from your big mouth!” He holds one of the shots up and gulps it down.
“Alright, get the fuck out!” You grab the rest of the order and toss it into the sink, this finally gets his attention.
“Hey! You fucking bitch!”
“I said get out! The bar is closed for you!”
“I’m not going anywhere! You better give me free shots and a fucking blowjob to make up for the shit you did!”
“Hey, s-she said you have to leave!”
Harry is standing next to the guy, standing up for you, but you can tell he is terrified of the three guys.
“What? Is she your bitch or something?”
“Harry, don’t—“
“Don’t talk about her like that! She is—“
“This little nerd is in love with the hot bartender! You think you have a chance with her? She is just a cheap bitch who probably sucks off anyone for a fat tip.”
The moment is so surreal that you watch it frozen at first. Harry moves forward and pushes the guy, not too hard but since he’s drunk he stumbles backwards and it riles him up. The next thing you see is that he swings a fist at Harry and it meets with his nose. That’s what snaps you out of your frozen state.
It’s a shitshow from there, you climb over the bar to get between them and punch the drunk guy before he could get another hit in and this time he falls to the ground. His friends are about to pull him up and go against me, but another group of guys get involved and there’s six of them so they easily pull the troublemaker away from you, dragging them out of the bar.
Turning around you look at Harry who is holding his hand to his nose that’s bleeding and guilt starts eating you away right away, because he got hurt because of you.
“Hey, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
You curl one of his arms around your shoulders and bring him to the back and away from the curious crowd. Reaching the changing room you sit him down to the bench and run off just for a moment to get a wet towel and an icepack for him.
“Look at me, let me see it.” You take his face in your hands gently and he hesitates before moving his hand away.
His glasses sit crooked on his nose that’s red and bloody, but as far as you can tell it’s not broken. Carefully, you take his classes off and start to pat his face gently to get the blood off.
He looks devastated and like a shadow of his usual self.
“Does it hurt?” you ask.
“Just a little,” he mumbles.
“I’m sorry, Harry.”
“You’re sorry? Y/N, I’m sorry!”
“For what?” you chuckle, tossing the towel to the floor and replacing it with the icepack. Harry winces and pushes it away. “For defending me? For standing up for me?”
“I couldn’t… I couldn’t protect you. I wasn’t…”
He doesn’t say it, but you know what he was meaning to say. He wasn’t manly enough.
“Harry,” you exhale, putting the icepack to the side before taking his hands back into your hands. “What you did was… the bravest and most heroic thing anyone has ever did for me. You stood up for me even though you’re the last person to ever get into a fight and look at you, you almost got your nose broken for me!”
“I think you actually broke his face though, so you were the real hero,” he chuckles softly and he is finally returning, the sunshine, the warmth, it’s all back.
“You’re the hero, Harry Styles. And heroes deserve… a reward.”
You smile at him coyly, moving a little closer so he knows what you’re planning to do, giving him a chance to move away, but when he doesn’t, just looks at you intently, you finally press your lips against his.
You’ve been aching to do it for so long, the sweet, handsome, nerdy guy completely stole your heart from across the bar and now you finally have him all to yourself. You’re not even surprised that he is an amazing kisser, his soft lips move so perfectly with yours, you wonder what else they can do.
The kiss gets a little more heated and your nose brushes against his, which makes him wince and pull back.
“Fuck, I’m sorry!” you cover your mouth with your hand, but he shakes his head.
“It’s okay. It’s just a little sore.”
“Maybe we should get it checked out in a hospital.”
“I’m fine, really.”
Cheering is heard from outside and you realize you should get back to work, the rush is still not over.
“Stay here for as long as you want. I’ll be off the clock in an hour. Maybe you could… walk me home?”
“Yes! Yes, I-I… yes, I would love to walk you home.”
You can’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm and leaning in you kiss him, careful not to hurt him.
“Alright, my hero.” You take his glasses and put them back on, fixing them so they sit straight. One last time you kiss him shortly and go back to work, smiling crazily for the next hour.
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Teasing
(Gracie Abrams x Reader)
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Gracie wakes up to the sunlight shining through her curtains, smiling when she remembers the night before. She turns her head to look at the girl that is lying on her arm, leaving it numb. The brunette slowly pulls her arm away before getting dressed and leaving a kiss on her girlfriends forehead and walking to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door behind her.
"Good Morning" Audrey smirks at her as she sips her coffee at the kitchen counter. Gracie greets her in return as she begins to make breakfast for herself and her girlfriend.
"Have you eaten yet?" She asks her roommate, watching as she shakes her head. She pulls out enough ingredients to feed the three of them and Abby, who's coming over in a few minutes.
"So.. have fun last night?" Audrey teases as she watches her friends face turn bright red.
"What? How did you hear?!" Gracie whines as she looks to her bedroom door.
"Seriously?! ‘Oh! Oh Gracie! Please! Harder! Harder!’" Audrey mocks as Abby walks in.
"Dude.. what??"
"Nothing. She's being an idiot" Gracie replies to her cousin as she turns back to the food.
"You're so lucky you weren't here last night. They didn't stop! Well, except for about 20 minutes halfway through. What was that about?"
"Oh, you don't wanna know" a familiar voice joins the conversation. The three women turn their heads to look at the shorter girl wearing only underwear and her girlfriend's oversized shirt.
"I'm kinda curious now" Abby replies with a teasing grin.
"Babe, don't tell them" Gracie pleads as she looks at her girlfriend.
"Well, Weenie walked in" Y/n ignores her girlfriends begging.
"So? He's a dog" Audrey replies.
"Not to Gracie. Babe, you humanise that dog way too much. We really had to stop having sex because he walked into the room? You wouldn't make eye contact with me or him for like 15 minutes!" Y/n replies as she glares at her girlfriend.
"It was awkward! He just stood there! Watching!" Audrey and Abby burst out laughing as they watch their friends bicker.
"She probably didn't look you in the eye because she was looking at something else" Abby teases as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Why are we still talking about this? Our sex life has nothing to do with you guys!" Gracie exclaims with a bright blush on her face.
"We wouldn't be talking about it if you guys weren't so loud all the time. The night of the Spotify Grammy party was the worst. The tension was insane that night!" Audrey replies with a wide grin.
"Yeah, Y/n always did like Gracie in suits" Abby looks at Audrey as she replies.
"Or what about when Y/n saw Gracie's new haircut?"
"Okay! That's enough!" Gracie yells in embarrassment, cutting them off as she pushes the plates with blueberry pancakes in front of them all.
"Okay fine, we'll stop" Audrey replies as the group begins to eat their breakfast in silence only for Abby to gasp when Gracie leans down to feed her dog.
"Okay, I know we said we were done but look at Gracie's back!" Gracie quickly stands up and pulls her shirt down from where it had ridden up.
"Were those scratch marks?! It looks like you were attacked by an animal!" Audrey exclaims teasingly as Gracie groans and Y/n puts her head down, a blush on her face.
"Okay, I have to go to the studio. I'll see you guys later" Gracie whispers an I love you to her girlfriend before giving her a quick kiss and walking to the door.
"Gracie wait!" She turns around to look at her cousin.
"You should probably do something about those" Abby points to the brunettes neck.
"Babe! I told you I had work today!" Gracie whines as she looks at her neck in the mirror.
"You can't talk. Y/n has way more" Audrey replies as she points to her friends neck, looking at the many hickeys.
"Okay well, I don't really have time to cover them so I guess they'll have to stay" Gracie sighs before walking out of the house.
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The three girls are watching a movie when the door is opened.
"Gracie? What happened?" Y/n asks when she sees her girlfriend walk in with an upset face.
"Aaron was just teasing me about the hickeys all day. Just cause he can't get any" Gracie mumbles the last part to herself as she wraps her girlfriend in a hug.
"If it makes you feel any better, I think they look great on you" Y/n responds with a wide grin. Gracie gives her a kiss in return. Y/n opens her mouth to allow her girlfriend entrance only for a voice to stop them.
"Do you guys want us to go?" Audrey asks with a teasing grin causing Gracie to groan again.
#taylor swift x reader#gracie abrams#gracie abrams x reader#taylor swift#fluff#jenna ortega x reader
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Headcanons about Khan?
I just think he's neat-
OH BOY DO I HAVE SO MANY FOR YOU. I'm so glad you asked me about one of the characters I'm genuinely so autism about you have NO IDEA
Khan Doorman Headcanons
Bro does not sleep
Used to be more of a fighter before Nori’s death, hense his knowledge of what to do immediately after J blew up the landing pod (this actually has evidence to back it up now let’s gooo)
His obsession with doors is a coping mechanism
The sort of "confidence" he shows around other worker drones is a front he puts up. The worker drones see him as an idol since he's the guy who led them to safety; he can't show weakness
He loves Uzi a lot actually, he's just really shit at showing it
That "how to parent" guide is actually really helpful
Rarely listens to music, but when he does, it's either blues or rock and there is no in between
His psyche is so fucked up and traumatized that he has a permanent stress line under either eye (And, as of episode 7, his stress has doubled tenfold due to his missing daughter and everything with the Dissassembly Drones that he has two stress lines under each eye)
Cannot flirt worth his life, he has no idea how or why Nori fell in love with him but he's glad she did. Also yes, she did most of the flirting, and yes, he would absolutely melt. I'm not immune to this representation of their relationship and you aren't either
Originally kept all of Nori's kooky crazy insane stuff to cling to the memory of her, but recently realized she was right about everything going on and looked at them again to see if there was further instructions on what to do against whatever threats were coming. He just wishes he could apologize for not believing her.
Probably has PTSD
Was absolutely stressing and panicking when Uzi dissapeared, because the last time he saw her she was with N and V and they were leaving the Doorman hab in a rush after Doll came by and literally threw him into a wall, and she also left in a rush, and he remembers her from prom and the way she and Uzi fought and
Probably has some scars from the past. Nori liked to trace them with the tips of her fingers
He added the wrinkles on his forehead because he thought it would make him more intimidating
He and Ron are old friends and one of the only drones he'll open up to
After Nori's death - and after he'd completed the doors to keep them safe - he retreated into his hab for a solid 2 months and got Ron to babysit Uzi, who was still just a pill baby
He was also friends with Doll's parents and got along with them well, though it was rocky with Yeva at first since she was slightly protective over Nori
When Nori died, he relied on Yeva and Misha and they would grieve together (i headcanon that Nori and Yeva are sisters.) And when those two died? ...Yeah, you can imagine he wasn't okay.
After Yeva and Misha's deaths came another solid month of Khan retreating into his room, which only made his neglect toward Uzi worse
Usually really smart. He acts stupid on purpose as a coping mechanism. And it also kind of has to do with the, y'know. Sleep deprivation
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! HOPE YOU ENJOY!! Also sorry a lot of these are Khori, I think about them a lot
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take my breath - sukuna
Part 4 of my Hockey Player Sukuna Series - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
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This part is shit, I'm sorry. After TTPD I found myself unable to write fluff, but I've kept people waiting, so I had to force myself to write this.
When Sukuna says soon, he means the next Thursday. He calls you on Wednesday after practice to ask you formally whether you could keep your schedule open for the next evening and you agree, because you have been waiting for your date for a few days now. However, you find yourself frustratedly trying on every piece of clothing you own, being indecisive about what to wear. You want to look good for him, because as you shyly admitted to your brother, you really like Sukuna. He's rough around the edges, but he seems like a good guy, unlike all the other people you've dated before. You contemplate calling one of the girls, but Senna and Akane love to gossip, and for the time being, you'd like to keep this little date with Sukuna a secret. So you call the only person you can trust in this situation.
Sophia arrives ten minutes after calling her saying you need help getting dressed for a date. She's the only one of the girls who knows that you have something going on with Sukuna, it makes total sense to reach out to her in your current circumstance. You already made her swear on your brother's life that she's not going to say anything about it to the girls, so you're safe in that regard. Plus, she has a keen sense of style, which comes in handy considering you want to impress the pink-haired centerman with your looks. You noticed already how many pretty girls were wearing his jersey to games, you know that he could have any of them at his disposal in a second. It still seems sketchy that he became so fond of you in such a short period of time, but you're not complaining.
"He was so nervous when I left, Kento thought he was going to explode." Sophia says as you try to put socks on, balancing on one foot.
"Who was?" you look at her and you nearly kiss the ground, regaining your balance at the last second.
"Sukuna, of course. He's been pacing around the apartment like a maniac all day."
"Really?" you ask timidly.
"Yeah. Kento said he had never seen him so stressed." for some reason hearing this makes you smile and your heart warm. Sukuna doesn't strike you as someone who would be nervous about dates, but you already learned not to assume anything about him, because he always surprises you with the way he acts.
"I'm kinda nervous too. I want this to go well." you explain and you try to put your earrings in. As you look at yourself in the mirror, wearing the outfit your sister-in-law put together, you're content with your reflection. You look amazing and you feel confident in the pieces you're wearing. Your makeup and hair are done in your usual way, you don't want to look like a completely different person. Apparently, Sukuna agrees that you look good. Because the moment you open your door for him, he freezes in place, with his eyes wide and glimmering. For a second you think something is wrong, but those thoughts are quickly dismissed as he speaks.
"You look beautiful, y/n." he states, his voice softer than you've ever heard. He is wearing a burgundy suit, one that complements his skin tone. His hair is sleeked back, but it still looks effortless in a way. You can smell his usual cologne, the musky scent that lingers. It suits him.
"Says you, handsome." you compliment him back and you swear a blush appears on his cheek. Suddenly, he remembers something, and he gives you the flowers he was hiding behind his back all this time. "Thank you! What happened to all flowers are stupid?" you ask as you smell the peonies in your hand.
"Well I got you some sunflowers, but your brother told me I was insane, so he dragged me to a florist to get 'ones that girls actually like'." he explains.
"He's right, you know? You made me wait four days for this date, the least you can do is give me some girly flowers." you joke and he rolls his eyes. Nonetheless, he reaches out for your hand. You slip it in his palm, which is calloused from holding a hockey stick most hours of a day, but very warm.
"Listen, woman, I made you wait because I wanted to take you to a 3 Michelin Star restaurant that specializes in your favorite food." he explains as he opens the door of his car for you to hop in.
"What?" you ask in shock before he closes the door after you. He leans down, looking into your eyes with a smirk across his face.
"You heard me, y/n. Now, don't be so shocked, I told you I would go all out for our date."
"You didn't have to though. You could have taken me to a hole-in-the-wall ramen place and I would have liked it." you say, slightly feeling bad "How did you manage to get a table anyway? These places are booked months ahead."
"The owner is a huge Wizards fan and apparently I'm his kid's favorite player. I had the team sign a jersey and got them season tickets, so they were glad to do me a small favor in return." he explains like it is nothing, but it means the world to you. No one has ever done something so grand for a date with you. It makes your heartbeat go nuts and you can't help but stare at him as he drives. You observe his tattooed hand that is on the armrest, shaking slightly. You smile and instinctively take it in yours, laying your intertwined hands in your lap. He turns his head towards you in shock, but he quickly looks back to the road. The blush from before returns, even his neck turns pink, and you smile, adoring his reactions.
The dinner goes by fast, despite lasting for hours. The food is exquisite, as expected. Most importantly, there's not one dull moment. You and Sukuna talk like you've known each other your whole lives. He asks about your interests, what you like to do in your free time, where you went to school, and about your friends. He seems interested in everything you talk about, he listens with an intensity you find rare. He drinks up every single word that leaves your mouth, he asks questions, and he's genuinely curious about how you perceive the world. You ask him plenty of questions yourself and he answers them gladly. He seems very fond of his brothers, he shows you pictures of them and you observe how Yuji has the same color hair as him and Choso has a very similar line tattooed on his nose as Sukuna's.
"They're coming to town soon, by the way." he comments and your eyes light up.
"How come?"
"It's Yuji's draft year and it's held here in Tokyo. Choso just tags along because he clings to that brat like a leech."
"That's so rude!" you exclaim, but you're smiling. You're aware that Sukuna probably shows his love towards his brothers a little bit peculiarly.
"Well, it's true."
"Do you see a chance of Yuji being drafted by the wizards?" you ask.
"Not really. He is prospected to be in the top three of the draft and we are clinching the playoffs this next game as number one in the league. We probably won't have a pick in the top ten."
"I'm sorry to hear that. It would have been cool for him to have you on the team he's drafted to."
"I don't think so. If I'm being honest, I'm glad there is little to no chance for that to happen as of now."
"Why is that?"
"He won't have a target on his back. Otherwise, people would be mean to him and would rough him up with the sole purpose of pissing me off. This way he can become a professional player without being concussed every game."
"You're very protective of your brothers, huh?" you ask and he smiles.
"You could say that." he smirks "I'm protective of everything I own, you know." he adds looking into your eyes deeply. You know there is a deeper meaning behind his words. He's implying that he would be just as safeguarding about you if you were his girlfriend. You find it hard to believe that a guy like him exists. He is so charming but respectful. He is attentive, you mentioned one time what your favorite food was and he remembered, moreover, he went out of his way to get you the best version available of it.
"Where were you my whole life?" you ask, not realizing that you blurted out your thoughts just like that. You feel embarrassed as your hands fly to your runny mouth, covering it. However, Sukuna just laughs. He rarely laughs like this. It comes deep from within, the type that shakes your whole body and you're sure you're red like a lobster as you observe him.
"Sweetheart, I've been asking that question about you since December." he answers, his charming smile never fading.
"December?" you question.
"Oh, I thought your brother told you about that too." he seems shocked, but he continues "I've spotted you in the crowd at the Family Game in Kyoto. I was mesmerized, I even ran into one of my teammates on accident, I was too preoccupied with looking at the angel in the Wizards jersey."
"Oh, I remember that. I was laughing about that with Akane." you recall and Sukuna frowns "So you've had your eyes sat on me since then?"
"Well, I didn't know I was going to meet you on my first day in Tokyo while I was shirtless, but destiny has its way, I guess."
"You believe we were destined to meet?"
"I told you before, sweetheart, I am superstitious. Take that as you want, but I do think we are here having dinner for a reason." he explains.
Your date ends when the restaurant staff asks you nicely to leave because they've been closed for two hours already. You didn't even realize that all the other customers had left and the staff was ready to close. Sukuna pays for the bill and he sends you a death glare when you offer to pay for your part. "Woman, you won't have to pay for anything while you are out with me." he states, irritation evident in his tone. He also drives you home and walks you to your door. You're wearing his suit jacket, because you were a bit cold, although he turned the heater on in the car.
"Thank you for tonight! I had a lot of fun." you smile up at him, as you're trying to say goodbye on your doorstep.
"There is nothing to be thankful for, you got what you deserve, princess." he says and he seems a little bit disappointed, but you're not able to determine why. Maybe the date didn't go as well in his perspective as you thought.
"Is something wrong? Did I say something to offend you?" you ask in panic and he quickly shakes his head, dismissing it. Suddenly the redness returns to hiss tattooed cheeks and he suddenly seems nervous.
"I just thought I deserved a kiss after that." he whispers shyly, his face down, gaze locked on the tip of his shoes.
It's your turn to laugh at his awkwardness, but you still cup his cheeks in your hands and pull him in for a kiss. You don't quite understand where all this fearlessness came into you from, but you're glad it did because the kiss is magical. It's soft but eager and you can feel him smiling into it as his large hands find their destined spot in your hips. You're the one to break the kiss, but Sukuna pulls you in closer, resting his forehead on yours, and looking deeply into your eyes. His smile reaches his ears and he whispers to you softly:
"I hate to break it to you princess, but I don't think I can go on with my life without doing that every day."
You smile, and respond with a smile just as wide as his "Good, because I don't think I can either."
The next day is game day and you arrive at your brother's apartment beforehand. You usually drive with them to the arena. Sukuna emerges from his room in his game-day suit, his eyes glowing up the moment he sees you there.
"We're gonna be down at the car, Bambi." Sophia says as she and Kento leave in a hurry.
Sukuna steps closer to you, embracing you, his muscular arms around your shoulders.
"Hello, princess! How are you?"
"I'm great, Sukuna. Thank you for asking! How are you?"
"Better now that I know you're coming to the game to cheer me on." you smile, stepping away from the embrace, and you look into his eyes. "Are you gonna give me a good luck kiss or what?"
You're surprised by his boldness, but you leave a peck on his lips nonetheless.
"If I do good today, you're gonna have to do that before every game." he states.
"Alright. You've got yourself a deal." you smile and you urge him out the door, before your brother and his wife could start thinking that you're doing something inappropriate in their home.
Good does not describe the way Sukuna plays that night. He has one of the best games of his life and after the first goal, as his celebration, he looks towards where you're standing and points at you with a wide smile on his face. This is your sign that from now on, you're gonna have to keep your promise of giving him a good luck kiss before every game.
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STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)
i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*
now, picking up where we left off:
aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.
their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.
the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--
no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!
INTRODUCING:
in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"
and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK
so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"
(a quick reenactment:)
but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.
n- no, look harder
a bit harder?
see, i told you
so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.
OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!
so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.
no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.
by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does
one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE
seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."
also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.
unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan™, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!
(to be continued in part 4)
#stucky#stevebucky#the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for#part 3 :D#so this got too long and i thought it'd be best to split it in two parts#hence the change from 3/3 to 3/4#rillers scribbles#i'm still not 100% sure how to tag it in the first place tbh xD#but here#have some silliness in your day#cacw
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silence feels better with you, chapter four
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: Reader goes on a date and he's kinda gross
Words: 2.2K
A/N: hiii! i'm back lol, i got hit with writer's block then a wave of college stuff, but i'm super excited about the next two chapters so those should be out sooner than later!!
Previous Chapter - Next Chapter
Four and a half months since the breakup.
It was only a little over a month since you’d last seen JJ. Since he disappeared before you woke up. Since you were left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.
Again.
You had tried to move on.
While you still hadn’t blocked his number, you’d done good on not texting or calling him.
Kiara helped as much as she could. You spent most nights at her house, struggling to forget the memories of your ex-boyfriend.
She brought you along to parties – ones that she knew JJ wasn’t going to, neither of you wanting to deal with an awkward run-in. She even encouraged you to go on a date with a guy who asked you out at one of the parties you’d been to. Some kook named Trevor that had given you his number after having a few drinks.
After spending hours debating on what to wear, you were stood in front of your floor-length mirror. There was a pile of clothes on your bed, a testament to how many options you’d gone through before deciding on a simple dress you’d gotten a few weeks ago. You triple-checked your appearance, adjusting the dress slightly when you heard a car horn outside.
With your stomach in knots, you grabbed your bag and made your way out to the car Trevor sat in.
Part of you couldn’t help but remember all the times JJ had picked you up for dates, knocking at your door and waiting with a fistful of flowers he’d swiped from your neighbor’s gardens and a snarky comment about how expensive bouquets are. He’d open the passenger side door for you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before shutting it and getting into the driver’s seat.
You pushed the thoughts away, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat of Trevor’s expensive car with a forced smile. He glanced up and down at your dress, grinning in a way that made you tug the hem down slightly to cover your thighs.
“Ready?” He asked, already starting to drive off.
“Yeah.” You said quietly, your gaze turning to stare outside the window, not listening as Trevor began to rant about the restaurant he was taking you to. All you gathered was that it was expensive, but you really weren’t able to focus on what he was saying as you watched your house grow smaller in the distance.
-
He had barely parked the car before he was heading into the building, leaving you to trail behind him, almost jogging to catch up with him. You glanced up at the name of the restaurant, remembering that JJ had worked here for a few months before “moving on” to a new job – which was always how he phrased it when he got fired.
When you walked in, you were directed to your table, sitting across from Trevor with a practiced smile.
You spent most of the date silent, letting Trevor ramble on about anything and everything he wanted to, realizing more and more that this wouldn’t go further than one night. Every little aspect of his personality contrasted so much with JJ's that it almost gave you whiplash. Where JJ was attentive and caring, always watching your mood and making sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself, Trevor barely acknowledged you, far too focused on himself to notice you.
You tuned back into the conversation when he was in the middle of talking about how his parents had lowered his monthly allowance, gesturing wildly as he explained how cruel it was for them to do that to him.
“I mean, it’s insane, right?” He continued angrily while you picked at your food with your fork. “I mean, what do they think, I’m a pogue?”
You bristled at the comment but stayed silent. Nodding numbly, you forced a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes – not that he was even looking at you.
When he reached across the table to grab your hand, you jolted backward, the chair scraping against the wood flooring as you stood abruptly.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” You mumbled as you grabbed your bag, rushing off to the back of the restaurant. He hadn’t followed you, and if he said anything, you weren’t listening.
Once you made it to the bathrooms, you glance back at the table where Trevor’s sitting. The waitress had come by, and even from where you stood, you could see he was chatting her up.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips, fishing your phone out of your bag and scrolling through your contacts, writing off each and every person on the list. Half of them were asleep, out of town, at work-
JJ’s name was suddenly staring you straight in the face, your thumb hovering over his contact. It felt like a cruel twist of fate knowing that he was the only one you knew would be able to help you. He always was.
You shot one more quick glance back to your date before you sighed again, pressing the call button.
It didn’t even take two rings before he picked up.
“Hello?” You relaxed a little at JJ’s voice, only now realizing how tense you’d been the entire night.
“Hey, uh-” Suddenly, you faltered, embarrassed. “Can you... come pick me up?”
JJ forced out a weak chuckle, hoping his laugh didn’t sound as strained as it felt. “What, did your car break down again?”
“No.” You said quickly, cringing at how defensive you sounded. “I’m just… on a date. And the guy is a real shithead and I just can’t-”
“You’re on a date?” JJ interrupted, and you swore there was at least an ounce of bitterness in his tone.
You fell silent, hesitating. “JJ-”
“You’re calling your ex on a date?” In an instant, the bitterness is gone, replaced with JJ’s signature smugness.
“JJ.” Your voice is more firm than you expected, and he goes quiet instantly. “Please, can you just pick me up?”
There’s a short pause that makes your heart sink. A few seconds pass where you think you’ve finally lost JJ for good.
“Send me your location.”
-
Sneaking around to the entrance of the restaurant didn’t prove difficult, especially considering how distracted Trevor was by the waitress.
You took a seat on a bench just outside, watching happy couples leaving their romantic dinner dates that surely went better than yours. Each pair that left the restaurant made you deflate even more, practically turning green with envy at how in love they all seemed.
JJ’s headlights stopping in front of the restaurant finally shifted your focus, though your mood was no better when you climbed into the car.
He gives you a tight-lipped grin, glancing at you.
“You good?” He asked gently.
“Yeah.” You adjusted yourself as you sat down, buckling your seatbelt. “Let’s just go.”
He nodded, staring at you for a moment, waiting until you were fully settled before shifting back into drive and starting to pull out of the parking lot.
“That a new dress?” JJ asked quietly, breaking the thick silence that had begun to grow between you two.
You glanced down at the dress, suddenly shy about your outfit. “Yeah.”
He paused for a bit, staring straight at the road.
“You’re too good for him.”
You turn to him, taken aback. “JJ-”
“Who was it?” His voice is tight, and you know him well enough to see with the way his jaw was clenched that he was barely restraining his jealousy.
He won’t like your answer. You know he won’t.
“Uh… His name’s Trevor-”
“Not the kook.” JJ’s voice is much sharper. “Don’t tell me you stooped that fuckin’ low.”
You sighed, defeated. There was no argument you could form in your mind, and the awful date proved just how justified JJ was in hating kooks like Trevor.
JJ sighed too, not looking at you, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead. Part of you wishes he would, but the rational part of you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of his gaze right now.
“So you’re moving on?” He asked, his soft voice contrasting with the way he was white-knuckling the steering wheel. Part of you wanted to laugh at the question, wanting to remind him of the irony that he felt the need to ask that when you were sat in his car instead of your own date’s.
“Aren’t you?” You risked a glance towards him. It had been over four months since the breakup, surely he’d hooked up with half the tourists on the island by now.
He didn’t respond, turning onto the street where your house is.
The silence between the two of you was thicker than ever as JJ parked the car in your driveway. He turned to you, shifting slightly in the driver’s seat so he could face you better.
“Are you okay?”
You looked up at him, blinking in surprise. “Of course I am.”
JJ sighed, mumbling something under his breath before focusing on you again. “Just- was he weird or anything? How bad was he that you needed to call me?”
“He was just another rich asshole, JJ, it was no big deal.” You said quietly, looking down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands to avoid thinking about how close he is to you again.
“If it was no big deal, you wouldn’t have called me.” He said, still staring you down.
“JJ-” You look up at him, but the serious look in his eyes made you drop your gaze back down. “It was just… a bad date. And he was my ride home. I wasn’t really the biggest fan of riding in a car with him afterward.”
He’s quiet for a long time, watching you.
“Come on, I’ll walk you inside.”
You didn’t have time to protest before he was already climbing out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open the door for you. Silent, you followed him inside, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to tell him to just go home, to not indulge in letting your ex into your house again.
He pulled out his keychain, unlocking the front door with the spare key you’d given him years ago, even before you were dating. You hadn’t even realized he kept it.
“Your parents home?” He asked, pushing the door open and stepping into the dark house.
You shook your head, shutting the front door behind you as you walked in. “Out of town.”
With a nod, he went up the stairs to your room. Once inside, he glanced at you again, quickly looking away with a bitter laugh. “It really is a nice dress.”
You laughed weakly, adjusting the dress slightly with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, it kinda went to waste.” It was almost suffocating talking to JJ now. You weren’t sure what was right to say or what was crossing a line.
“Nah.” JJ smiled, shaking his head. “Least I got to see it, right?”
You smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Hey,” He tapped your arm, noticing the way you had deflated. He was always so observant. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… frustrating night.” You said with a halfhearted nod.
JJ could see the pain in your eyes, frowning. He wanted to tell you it was okay, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to lie, so he said the only words his mind grasped onto.
“I’m here.”
You didn’t have the heart to explain to him how painful it was having him here. That it hurt that he was comforting you when the reason you’d even gone on this stupid date was because JJ broke up with you. You just wanted to pretend he was still yours, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend.
“I know.” You whispered. That was the worst part. That he was here. You knew he wouldn’t be here once the veil lifted. He’d be gone by morning again.
It felt like JJ was able to read your mind, because you heard him sigh, hanging his head low. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
JJ waited a few moments before he picked his head up and glanced around the room, taking a breath. “I should head home.”
“I know.” You said again.
“Stop saying that.” He said with a bitter laugh.
You laughed weakly in return. “Sorry.”
There was another tense silence between you, with JJ glancing at the door, then at you, then at the floor. Anything to keep him from staring at you for too long.
“Goodnight.” You managed to choke out, knowing he was gonna leave either way.
JJ didn’t respond at first, looking back to you for a few moments before he spoke. “Goodnight.”
You kept your gaze on the ground even after you heard his footsteps fading, and your bedroom door shutting behind him seconds later, finally leaving you in the quiet of your bedroom.
Alone again.
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I never made this connection before but I just saw a tumblr post on it....joker was in Bruce's cave DURING THE BATCAT WEDDING???????????? what in the hell i feel like I need to reread those comics with this new context BC WHAT IN THE HELLLLLL
No no, Joker wasn't in Bruce's Cave during any kind of wedding... however, he was imprisoned in Bruce's Cave while Selina and Bruce were dating. He was there while Bruce proposed to her. Hell Joker is still there while Batcat was doing wedding planning. I still find it absolutely hilarious to imagine Bruce getting up at the crack of dawn and sneaking out of the bedroom to go feed Joker in the depths of his basement =)) Nothing symbolic about that, no sir.
Yeah... it's insane. Joker's POV on the whole thing is honestly crazy if you think about it. You've got amnesia, you have no idea who you used to be! And then Batman shows up, does something to bring your memories back and re-Jokerizes you as part of an ongoing investigation, and then... keeps you in a cell for months. Green Lantern and The Signal free you by mistake. You try to stop Bruce from destroying the Universe but fail 'cause he has no idea when to stop, and whatever the fuck Dark Nights: Death Metal is happens, in which The Batman Who Laughs works for a god called Perpetua who wants to eat your world sort of. You team up with Bruce to take down TBWL in a moment of glory, but the fucker leaves you behind to get caved in with the insane version of himself. Anyway, you survive, reeling, and then (because Bane and Bruce's father from an alternate world are plotting to ruin his life) you find out about the Batcat wedding and you go "WHAAAAT??"
Imagining how Joker's post on Reddit would go like "AITA for trying to break up the wedding of the guy who 1) technically killed me, 2) forced me to remember my life as a serial killer and kept me imprisoned for months, and 3) left me to fight off the evil version of him from an alternate universe alone??"
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Telling Law You're Pregnant
I swear, everyone on my Insta feed is posting pregnancy announcements, which gave me this idea of telling our babies that they will be expecting one of their own. Here's an official announcement though : I'm back!!
tw: mentions of pregnancy, a large amount of fluff <3
status : not proofread yet
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we're starting with my favourite doctor, obviously. Just imagine this man with a baby in his hand- 😩
"Well shit." I mentally cursed, pregnancy test in hand. With recent 'events' happening regularly at night, it was just a matter of time that Law will hit the jackpot with me. I glanced at the other 3 tests from different brands I bought just in case. Thank god we were docked during this period of time, which allowed me to slip into pharmacies without the crew noticing after using the 'grocery shopping' card on them. I put a hand on my belly, slowing rubbing it as a small sigh left me.
Am I excited? Of course.
Am I nervous, hell ya.
Me and Law are at a stage where the both of us are stable enough to have a child popping into our lives so suddenly, but how would he feel about it? Is he okay with the idea of having a child so soon? How will he react to the news of a freaking baby coming 10 months later?
I heard the door of our bedroom open for a slight moment, then being shut. I collected the pregnancy tests, shoved them into my pocket and flushed the toilet, pretending nothing had happened.
"Hey, we shouldn't be docking again until 3 months later. You got everything you need?" Law greeted me after I exited the bathroom, hanging his coat and putting his hat on the desk. "I'm good. You done with all your work for the day?" I sat on the bed, looking at him with a hint of uncertainty in my gaze. "Yeah, didn't have much to do besides from a few reports. You okay? You look stressed out." Law took a seat next to me, wrapping his arm around me while planting a kiss to my temple. "Meh, just a bit tired. Can you... lie down with me for a bit?" I requested. Law responded with a smile and shifted us to a lying position. He had one arm under his head with the other one served as my pillow. We both relaxed in each other's presence.
Now's a good time to tell him.
"Hey babe. Have you ever thought about starting a family? Ya know, having a mini you or me running around?" Law chuckled at my question. "With you, the answer is always yes. Remember when I told you that when you ran into my world, I started seeing colours? I started feeling emotions that I've haven't felt in years - love. It's such a beautiful emotion that I wish I could just bottle it up and give it to our child." My heart warmed at the sight of Law's loving smile as he stared at me. I leaned in for a small kiss as I told him to give me his hand. Confused, he complied without asking.
"I'm sure that... this little guy will be happy to hear about that." I put his hand on my belly as I looked back at him with the same loving smile he gave me a moment ago. Law's expression remained as a confused one before it turned into pure shock, causing me to giggle.
"You're...?"
"Yes babe, I'm pregnant." As soon as those words came out of my mouth I was pulled into a tight hug, from the man trembling above me.
"Are you crying?"
"Shut up..."
I laughed with a few of my tears escaping from my eyes as well. "You sure?" Law asked me without breaking the hug. "Yeah, I took like, 4 tests from different brands, just to make sure. I was still shocked. I mean, we used condoms. Not that me being pregnant is a bad thing, though." I said as I showed him the tests I took. Holding them in hand, Law got teary eyed once again. "Condoms only work about 97% of the time, but who gives a fuck about that right now?" he put the tests on the dresser beside our bed as he embraced me again. "I love you so much. Thanks for loving me despite all my flaws and me being all moody in the morning. Thinking about you walking around, carrying our child... it's insane to think that someone as amazing as you is carrying my baby with you..." I smiled as I cupped his cheeks in my hands, "If anything, I'm the lucky one. Thanks for giving me such an amazing gift. I just know that you're gonna be an amazing father. I already have a feeling that if this baby is a girl, she'll be a daddy's girl for sure." Law reached down to rub my belly, that same loving smile returning as he did so.
"If that's the case, then I guess there's gonna be one more person calling me daddy from now on. Not that I'm complaining." I hit him playfully on the arm as he shamelessly smirked as his own joke.
"I'll run some tests on you tomorrow, okay? I don't think I'm in the mood to let go of you anytime soon. I'm gonna have you scooped up in my arms the whole night." I snuggled closer, burying my face in his chest as I answered, "Sounds perfect, my baby daddy."
The soft touches on my belly never stopped. Law spoke to our little angel again as his touches lured me into a peaceful slumber.
"See you in 10 months, our little miracle."
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okay not gonna lie, I love this :))))
Here's to all you lads out there who waited patiently for new content. I have a whole series of these coming up, so please wait for a bit longer for the rest of our favourite men in line <3
and this ain't a Law fic if I don't tag the OG Law writer in my opinion @sashi-ya thanks for all the encouraging and loving words, I'm so grateful to have met you on this writing journey <3
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Polaroid
peter maximoff x reader smut
warnings: solo masturbation. that's pretty much it, sorry
word count: 2,625
a/n: i wrote about him jerking off again. whoops. i've been absent for a week. but i'll be home tomorrow !! and hopefully i can get back into the flow of writing. until then, here's this rushed, unpolished thing i wrote on a whim !! it's super clunky and i'm so sorry lol !!
edit: made some minor changes to this. fixed some things that felt off, but overall it's still the same idea.
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Home alone, at long last.
Helllllllz to the yeah.
Down in the heart of his (mom’s) basement, Peter lies lazily on his back in bed. Today, it's one of those slow, hot afternoons midway through summer. Sunny, with a slight overcast. Peter hasn’t been outside to see it for himself. But he heard some guy on the radio call it “totally tubular” weather for a day at the beach.
He almost wishes he’d take a two second run to the Bahamas, or somewhere else. Peter could kick it back on a towel and watch babes in bikinis walk by. Maybe he could even stir up some trouble in the sand. Like he used to do, way back in his childhood. Just for some extra mayhem.
Alas. Today, Peter feels lazier than lazy. He’s found a new name for himself in Lazyville. As the leading candidate in the office of laziness. Speeding all around the globe for the umpteenth time this week sounds like too much work. Even a super powered mutant, living life in the fast lane, has his off days sometimes. What’s one break, eh?
Breathing a sigh, he stares up at the ceiling. Earphones rest over his ears. Peter listens to a melodious tune by Jefferson Starship. Over his belly, he twirls his thumbs, bobbing his head along with his jams. Chillaxin’ and relaxin’ as one should on his day off.
Hm.
Except, Peter’s kind of antsy. No one’s home at the moment. He has all this free time to do whatever he wants, in the privacy of said home. With not a soul around to judge him, or even bug him. And listen. It’s been centuries since he got off. Which may or may not be a slight exaggeration.
But wouldn’t you believe it? Despite his uniquely handsome features and outrageously fit bod; Peter has absolutely no game whatsoever. Crazy, right? Who woulda thought it? The dude who locked himself away in his (mom’s) basement for a good ten years. He’s awkward as hell? Say it ain’t so! Whoa!! Insane in the membrane!!!
Not to mention, it might as well have been a geological age since he got laid. Whatever. Who needs the companionship of someone else to have a totally righteous time, huh? Haha…
Ahem.
Today, Peter dubs himself the crowned king of slacking off and jacking off.
Pulling his earphones down to rest around his neck, his fingers move to find his jeans. He teases himself for a beat or two, his palm rubbing over the denim. Another beat, and his cock is freed from the tight, restrictive material. Peter makes a mental note: He might need to invest in looser pants. This pair is rough and uncomfortable around his legs, so he shoves them all the way down to his ankles with virtually no shame.
What does it matter anyway? For the time being, he’s free. At least until his mom gets back, that is. He should really stop thinkin’ about that. Every time Peter remembers - oh, yeah - he’s a grown ass man still living at his mom’s place; it kinda wrecks the vibe. Makes the mood crash and burn. Total boner killer. And he’s not even hard yet.
His half-hard cock rests limply over a curly patch of silver hairs. Peter would never admit it to anyone, but he’s always been self conscious of his hair situation. Some chick back in high school - he can’t even remember her name - said his silvery bush “looked really weird.” Like the pubes of some geriatric.
Peter can barely picture her face at this point. But the sound of her giggling at his expense is, unfortunately, locked away in his brain forever. Another embarrassing memory to withstand the test of time. Probably until he dies, or becomes a geriatric himself.
What was he doing again?
Oh. Right.
Peter gives his dick a firm squeeze, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still there. Before taking the semi-hard length into his hand. Slowly, he strokes himself to hardness. Breathing a relieved sigh, Peter settles into the groovy-patterned sheets of his bed. The smooth tip of his cock inches through his closed fist with every stroke. As his frustration blossoms, his length throbs with an intense longing for something more.
Thick veins pulsate under his hand. Sparkling beads of precum leak from his tip. He coats the head in a generous glaze of slickness, eliciting a hushed noise from the depths of his throat. Keeping himself as quiet as humanly possible is basically a instinctive response. But he doesn’t have to hold himself back right now, does he?
Sweet. Peter’s gonna be as loud and obnoxious as he wants.
Pumping his cock a bit faster, he momentarily stops to fondle his balls. They rest heavy in his palm, smooth to the touch and loose between his fingers. After teasing himself impatiently, Peter redirects his attention to his twitching length. Aching for more stimulation.
He jerks off with a pleasurable rhythm. Subconsciously following the beat that resonates from his earphones, his strokes fall into a more consistent pace. He leans further back in bed, letting his lips part. His nerves tingle. And as he revels in the sensation, he loudly moans. Letting the noise rip through the silence of his (��mom’s ) basement.
Said basement has now become more stifling. Kudos to the summertime heat for that one. Peter’s Conan the Barbarian T-Shirt - now damp with his sweat - feels like too much of a hindrance. He pulls the fabric up, letting his upper half breath. With his shirt clamped between his teeth, Peter leaves his body exposed. A sheen of sweat coats his abs, and his pecs raise with each labored breath he takes.
He takes a half second to admire his own physique. Honestly? No bullshit? His body looks pretty damn amazing. If only there were someone around to appreciate how naturally jacked he is. It’s a hell of a tragedy, really. All this smokin’ hot, speedster bod goin’ to waste. Tsk tsk tsk.
Who was he even kidding? Why would anyone wanna waste their time messin’ around with a total shut-in like him?
Dammit. Now's not the time for some hateful, self-ribbing. He should distract himself with something. Something like-
Using the gift of his mutation, Peter increases his speed by a few notches. His fist squeezes tightly around his length, stroking his cock even faster. He groans into his shirt, knitting his brows as arousal washes through his groin in waves. It feels good. Really fucking good.
But it’s not enough. He wants to utilize this free time as much as he can. It’s the perfect opportunity to get even more frisky than he usually would. Peter bolts around the basement, searching for a few hidden…uh…treasures, we’ll call them. In a blink, he reappears on his bed, leaving his overly tight jeans and boxers discarded on the floor.
Lying next to Peter over the wrinkled blankets, rest a bottle of lube - the tingly kind, a stroker toy - clear, with literal, silver lining, and a polaroid photo. The toy hasn’t been used in eons, but its quality is still up to par. Peter made sure to clean it the instant he found it again. And the photo, well…
It’s his own, filthy secret.
A low-res, high flash picture taken of you at last year’s, X-mansion, Halloween party. Whoa, mama. You were scantily clad in the most outrageously suggestive Indiana Jones costume Peter ever saw. Back at the party, you even tipped your hat and cracked the whip a couple of times. Which may or may not have awakened something in him. But that’s beside the point.
You were so tipsy that night. Way more flirtatious than you naturally would be any other day. Peter remembers you pressing your body against his, hanging over him all night like a sexy sack of potatoes. He sat next to you on the couch. With a cheesy grin on his face, he watched your every move. The tiny shorts you were wearing kept riding up your thighs. It was obvious you were braless under a tight, cropped, button-up shirt. Leaving so little to the imagination.
Point blank, it was fucking awesome.
You crossed your smooth legs. One over the other. And you leaned in to whisper something hot in Peter’s ear.
“Take a picture with meeeee, Quickie, I wanna remember this moment forrrever and everrrr.” You pleaded, your breath tickling the skin of his neck.
What followed, he hadn’t seen coming. As someone - it’s all a blur, Peter can’t remember who - snapped the photo, you pressed your glossy lips to his cheek. Your giggles were so coquettish and teasing, he felt shivers race through his body at mach speed.
“I’m, like, sooooooooo scared of snakes. Geddit? ‘Cuz I’m Indiana? But your snake doesn’t scare me. Can I pet it, pllllleeeassse?” You giggled again with a little whine.
Making an abrupt move, you reached for Peter’s crotch in front of everybody. After zipping away to grab you a solo cup full of water and some bread, Peter snatched the photo from whoever. And he bolted home in a fit of shameful embarrassment.
In retrospect, you weren’t just tipsy. You were majorly smashed. You didn’t remember a single minute of it. Figures. He’s not too surprised you wouldn’t remember flirting with him.
Peter sighs, blinking himself out of the memory. Eager to continue his once-in-a-silver-moon, jerkin’ session. He squeezes a fair amount of lube into his palm, wrapping his large hand tightly around his cock. Over every inch of his aching length, he spreads the slick substance. Tingles sparkle like stars across the hot, velvet skin of his cock. Wet noises echo lewdly through the basement, as Peter pumps his leaking dick fast and hard.
Clenching his shirt between his teeth, Peter tilts his head back. A loud, seething moan slips from his lips, slightly muffled. He pauses again, grabbing the stroker and guiding its smooth slit over the swollen head of his cock.
“MMmmmnnn~!” Peter hums a steady moan, exhaling through his nose.
The inside of the toy feels nothing even remotely close to the real thing. Kind of a bummer. But the tunnel’s soft, bumpy ridges are still a double A plus. A little too good sometimes, actually. The toy slides down Peter’s cock as he pushes his entire length through. It’s a tight fit around him. Tighter than it should be. Which is doing wonders for his confidence. Maybe he should be more proud of his size.
He’s above average enough, the small toy can’t contain the length of him entirely. His weeping tip peeks out the other side of the stroker, prodding through with every pump. Peter breathes another, shuddering moan. His brows crease in pleasure. Pumping his cock with the squishy toy, he whines in desperation. Forcing his thick length through the toy’s tight grip, slick with lube and smooth as silk. The ridges inside tickle and massage his cock, stimulating his buzzing nerves.
The muscles in his groin tighten, stiffening his legs. Shoving his cock rapidly through the ribbed tunnel of the toy, he groans louder. Letting his needy noises slip as they please. Fuck it. No restraint. Indulging himself further in his degeneracies, Peter keeps your photo close by. He shoots a glance at it, admiring your soft thighs and amazing cleavage.
He daydreams about you. Imagining the way you’d feel around him, squeezing him so much tighter than any toy. You’d be needy and wet for him too, making it so easy for Peter to bury himself balls deep inside you.
Peter thinks about the way your titties would look, bouncing with each thrust of his hips against you. Would your nipples peak, stiffening under his fingers? How would you react if he had a little fun, and teased you with a superspeed buzz? Would you even like that? Would you think that kinda thing was weird?
He really does want you sooooo bad. But you have absolutely zero idea. Peter knows he’d treat you right if you let him. If you ever gave him the time of day outside of missions, he’d take you on the wildest ride you ever strapped yourself into.
Clenching his teeth hard into his shirt, he wraps both hands tightly around the stroker. Peter leans as far back as he can, bracing his feet flat on the bed. The blankets curl under his toes, as he lifts his hips. Driving his cock through the slick, textured toy and fucking it hard.
“Nnghh…fuuuuck. Fuck.” He groans, voice catching under fabric.
His breaths quicken, and his moans morph into desperate whimpers. Peter aches for your heat, and the closeness of your body. Your gentle touch. Your sweet voice and little whines. He knows, without a doubt, you’d feel beyond amazing. And you’d probably taste so sublime.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Peter whimpers into his shirt. Saliva seeps through the fabric, melting off his tongue and dribbling down his chin. His cheeks burn hotter, turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Mmmmmfuckyeah-” Peter moans, followed by a muffled mumble of your name.
He fucks his cock through the toy at rapid, superspeed. Lifting his hips off the bed as if roughly drilling into your tight heat. Peter’s cock throbs as powerful surges of electricity erupt in the pit of his belly. Glossy, white streaks of cum spill from his tip, flooding over the toy. Dripping down the squishy sides of it. His cum stuffs the inside full, coating his dick in its stickiness. Peter thrusts his cock fast enough to appear a blur, until he’s completely spent.
Lying in a sweaty heap over his blankets, Peter pants easy breaths. Tousled, silver hair rests messily over his head. He pulls the stroker from his cock, and slick cum trails after it. Wet and thick against his softening dick. He throws his head back into the bed, taking a moment to compose himself.
It’s really crazy that he’s thinkin’ about you like this, isn’t it? He’s honestly really embarrassed by it. Peter grabs the polaroid and stares at it longingly, unable to suppress the grin pressing into his dimple. Damn. He just can’t help himself. No matter what, he’s kinda ride or die for you.
If only he had the balls to tell you up front.
Peter gazes at the photo for a few seconds too long. Lost in the sight of your sexy body again. You’re such a goddamn knockout. He guides his attention to his dick to find…he’s rock hard again? Seriously? Dropping his head onto the bed, Peter groans with agonizing frustration. He just can’t catch a break, can he? Why’s he always gotta be so antsy, so on edge, or so horny all the time??
A faint sound, like creaking wood, graces his ears. Peter tilts his head up instantly.
Only to be greeted by none other than the unexpected sight of you.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-
You’re standing in his ( mom’s ) basement with your mouth agape. A faint indication of blush paints your cheeks, though he can barely see it. Peter should be moving. He should do what a speedster naturally would do in this kinda situation: Clean up and dress himself in less than a blink’s time. Just to play innocent afterwards. Maybe he could gaslight you into thinking you didn’t watch him get his rocks off.
But he’s stunned to the point of being frozen. Neither of you make a single move. Except for Peter’s dick. It twitches subconsciously in his lap, catching your attention. And your eyes widen further.
He really should’ve gone to the Bahamas. Peter’s betting those beaches are seriously bangin’ at this time of year.
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“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. This week, we’re taking a tour of the cursed and creepy Gotham City. Longtime listeners will note that this place is nearly impossible to get into for us uninvited specters and spirits, but even longer time listeners will know my fun little method for getting around anti-ghost wards. That’s right, dear listeners, I’ve been playing human, and let me tell you, it may have been the best decision I’ve ever made.
Now, you all know how bored I can get playing human, what with the whole ‘being bad at being alive’ thing. I spend way too much time trying to remember things like how far a human body should be able to bend or how fast a heartbeat should go to have any real fun in my human form. In my defense, it’s not my fault my vital organs don’t work the way they should, that’s on the evil billionaire who made me. But anyway, I’m wandering through this place called Park Row, trying to practice breathing and blinking without needing to think about it, when all of a sudden this group of humans come out of nowhere, shooting each other.
Well, I love a good fight as much as the next ghost, so I get closer to them, try to see who’s on who’s side, who wants to put a bullet in who, when one of them grabs me and puts a gun to my head. So now there’s all this shouting, some threats get yelled out, and I’m thinking, ‘man… I am killing it with this human disguise!’ And it’s true, I was! They really thought I would die to a bullet! So I’m getting ready to phase out of this guy’s grip, maybe rough him up a little, when I see a bullet go straight through his arm. The guy drops me, and suddenly I’m hooked under this other guy’s arm, being thrown around like a potato sack.
And this is where it gets good. Because see, as fucked as my biology may be, I do have a damn good ghost sense. And this guy? He was about as ghost as any undead could be. Yeah, you heard me right, listener. The rumors are true. Gotham, as inhospitable it can be to any and all unwanted ghosts, does in fact have an undead population. Now, that’d be incredible on its own, but this guy? Folks, this guy was fucked. Up. You know that feeling you get when someone nearby gets punched in their core? That real quick ‘oh shit I gotta help this guy before they cease to exist’ feeling? Think that, but constant. Like this guy should be in so much unbelievable pain. And he’s throwing me around like I weigh nothing.
So I’m kind of freaking out, and I look up to ask this guy if he’s okay, and. Guys. You’re not gonna believe this. It was the Red Hood. He’s an undead. I know! It’s insane!
So he throws me to the side, kinda blocking me with his body while he’s shooting these people, and I think he told me to run at some point, but I’ll be honest, my brain just kinda stopped. Cause I’m not thinking about the fight anymore, now I’m thinking ‘holy shit, I need to get this guy to a doctor.’ I was actually in the process of starting to ask when one of the other guys’ bullets grazed me. So I decided against it.
Instead, I took out one of my spare inter-realm radios from my bag— always good to keep an extra in case the first gets destroyed— and one of the flyers for Wraith Radio with the airtime on it, and I snuck it into his pocket and disappeared.
And now, here we are, live on the radio, with— hopefully— Red Hood tuning in. So here we go: Red Hood, I am offering to bring you to the ghost zone doctors to get your core fixed. All I want in return is either an interview or a tour of your haunt, whichever you’re more comfortable with. You helped me out, stopping those guys from shooting me. Granted I would’ve been fine if they shot me, but you didn’t know that, so it still counts as a massive favor. I’m not gonna force you, obviously, but coming from someone whose unstable core almost melted her to death, I really think you should come with me. I doubt you remember much about the afterlife, what with the whole ‘being revived’ thing, but trust me when I say that getting an offer to go to this place as a human is rare, and probably won’t happen again. I will be waiting tomorrow at noon at the same place I was yesterday, hopefully not surrounded by people who wanna shoot me this time. Cool?
Anyway, back to talking about the city—”
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Jason stared at the glowing radio. He genuinely couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He remembered that girl, she was so scrawny that she looked like she could keel over at any minute. And apparently, she was some… horror radio show host? Sure, she pegged him as dead, but she probably said that about every interesting person she talked about on her show. And now she was going back to the same place she almost got shot? This kid was gonna get herself killed. Looks like he was going to have to talk some sense into her.
Part 2
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