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sanzaibian · 2 months

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Life is really unjust.

My name is Killian Ndiaye, and I’m intimately acquainted with its bad side. My father died while I was young, leaving me to be raised along with my younger sisters by only my ma. We weren’t rich by any means, so it meant that my ma made ridiculous hours at her job, and that us, when old enough, had to pitch in with part-time jobs.

Thankfully, I was quite an intelligent kid, and still managed to have quite good grades. However, that didn’t mean that school life was easier, as I was always labeled as the “poor nerd” in class, wearing the few simple clothes I owned and sporting the buzzcut my ma cut for me. As she always said, others just cared more about looks than about life.

However, this was not the last of my struggles, quite the countrary as it turned out that I wasn’t the cis straight man I was supposed to become. High school was formative in that sense, as it’s in there that I noticed that I wasn’t into girls like the other guys my age were, and like ma expected me to be.

I… had a very hard time admitting that I was gay. Ma always told me that those “queers” didn’t know what life was like, and that they were just living carelessly, wasting their parent’s efforts… I didn’t want to wast my ma’s efforts, as I love her, yet I couldn’t hide from the truth. I’m gay, and that’s just it.

I vainly thought that I just needed not to be like “those gays”, those who live in the hairdresser’s, the clothing store and the clubs, looking all like fairies, and that everything was going to be alright. How shameful it was when, at 17, I started questioning my gender, so disconnected I feel to masculinity and other men’s experiences, and so uncomfortable I am with the facial hair that just won’t stop growing…

I thought that if I just suppressed it, if I was just the most “normal” I could be, then everything was going to be alright. That perhaps, I just needed to alleviate a bit my dysphoria, and everything was going to be alright.

However, my ma is a very observant person. As I was approaching majority, she started to make comments about a girlfriend, and about me stubbornly shaving my face. I just dismissed those questions, still foolishly hoping that everything would end well.

When I was 18, she asked me whether I was gay. I couldn’t lie to my ma.

And we arrive to now, a few years later. My ma “didn’t want a fairy in her house”, so I stayed with a few friends. But when they went to college and I couldn’t, I was left to fend for myself alone. Now, I live in the streets, and spend my time alternating between finding part-time work and begging in the city. I do it whenever I need to go somewhere, and though I don’t do anything illegal – I even spend some of my meager funds on a transports card – it absolutely does not mean that I’m suddenly well-liked.

Few are those who spare any money. And on top of that, because I’m a black man, I hear plenty of racist comments. As if they thought I didn’t hear them asking me to “return to my country”, even though I’m already there…

And the most depressing fact of this all is, because I can’t really shave anymore, my dysphoria is going through the roof. My life is hell, but I keep at it in the vain hope that I’ll be able to climb back to a respectable life.

However, today was especially terrible. I had found an interesting job of installing the equipment for a big concert, and actually ventured quite far from the center of the city to go to the big theater. When I arrived there, they told me that they weren’t looking for anyone, they had all the help they needed. Dejected, I left, but as I was leaving, another young guy entered. I hang out a bit to hear what was going on, and I heard that he was hired for the temporary job. I guess they thought I would steal from them or something…

It’s so unfair ! I love music, and at school always wanted to do something that had a link to it ! I was so hyped to work in this job ! I thought that if I worked hard enough, people would even notice me and my good knowledge of the equipment, and would consider me as a good partner for further work ! But, as ever, all those dreams were, once again, cut short…

On the way back, I started begging, but as I reached the back of the first bus, I saw what looked like a man in a dress, wearing makeup and nail polish, being harassed by an older-looking woman.

“(…) and any sensible person ! How do you expect me to do nothing while a pervert is preparing to go to women’s bathrooms and assault girls ? You should be ashamed of endangering others !

- Miss... please stop… I swear I won’t do anything bad…” The person in a dress said, clearly on the brink of tears.

- And how can I trust you ? I know you snakes, you’re just saying this to then go and continue your business unharmed !”

As she was about to continue harassing that person, I decided I needed to step in. I want there to be justice at least somewhere, even if it can’t be in my life. I step between her and the person in a dress, and ask calmly :

“Miss, please stop. They are clearly really hurt by your comments, and everybody around us is uncomfortable with this display.” I say, as I watch everyone else looking away, as if nothing’s happening. Courage shines ever so hard…

- Oh, now a beggar is coming ? You should go back to your country or find a goddamn job rather than profiting off of our hard work !” She said, clutching her designer bag, as if I was going to steal it.

- Miss, these comments are really racist. Please stop.” I stay, choosing to remain calm and composed.

- What, can’t I say what things are ? That’s really all the wokist’s fault, nowadays we can’t say anything, we have to walk on eggshells at all times ! I’m not racist, but if you want racism to stop, you have to stop overreacting at everything !”

She looks at me with a smug look, as I’m about to lose it. I can’t answer anything, because, unfortunately, one can’t argue out of nonsense ! Especially someone like me who’s not trained in rhetoric – I had part-time jobs at the time !

… at least, I can shield that person with a dress from further harassment. I look behind, and see them smiling to me, thankful for my help. If I can help at least one person, I’ll be happy.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder rings in my ears.

No one seems to be bothered by it, save for the old woman who seems to be just as uncomfortable as I am. I turn to see the person I was protecting, however their eyes glow an unnatural color… What’s-

Before I can even try and understand what’s happening, a headache strikes, and I instinctively put my hand on my face. Fuck, I hope I haven’t gotten a cold or something, medication is hard to come by…

As I’m holding my face, a few fingers make their way in my beard (ugh). But suddenly, I feel it shifting. Intrigued, I touch my beard more thoroughly, and feel the hairs receding, growing smaller and smaller, until they finally come back under my skin.

How did that happen ? I mean, I like not having a beard, but still, it’s not normal… I look in front of me and it seems that the woman is losing wrinkles. What’s happening !

The bus stops. Quite a few people leave. Why was I here ? … yes, I had to do something with the people on it… was it work ? I don’t quite remember…

However, as I look around me, I suddenly notice that the people who looked away previously looked a little bigger. As if they were… bulking up ? As I notice that, I feel pain on my body. When I look down, it seems that my undernourished body looks more healthy… No, not just healthy, it looks… muscular ? I’m… inflating, somehow ?

The bus starts again, yet this time, its course seems smoother… I look in front of me and notice that the old – now young – woman’s hair is now tied up in a bun. Almost instinctively, I take my hand to my hair, and feel it moving.

What was a short messy afro is growing, however, something even weirder happens. As it grows, I feel strands joining, growing into large spirals. It’s no longer a sponge-like mass, it’s more like… coils ? My hand presses less and less. I need to be careful about my hair, I don’t want to have to go to the hairdresser again !

I stop myself at my thoughts. Hairdresser ? They’re a waste of time ! Only those who don’t care about life – or don’t have to care about life – go to those and try to look good. Yet… it feels good. No, actually, it feels... right…

Like, it’s right to want to look good ? I mean, look at me, I have muscles, I have good hair, I look good ! Suddenly, I feel my t-shirt straightening and softening. I look down as its color drains, and it splits in the middle. I smirk, and as the collar hardens and folds, I open it the shirt up to the middle of my chest, right as buttons materialize.

The woman in front of me, now sporting a much more formal costume, sighs and gives me a black jacket. I take it and put it on expertly on top of my dress shirt, fitting it right down to the belt holding my dark jeans. She then sits on one of the seats, more in the front of the bus.

She really looks stylish, as one should… after all, fashion is the be-all and end-all ! One of the other passengers comes to me, quite a muscular guy dressed in a black suit, and starts putting makeup on me. I close my eyes as foundation, concealer, mascara, and tattoos are put on my face and body. I can do it all myself, but having a professional do it is always better. That’s why I always go around accompanied.

I suddenly open my eyes. What the hell is happening ! I don’t have a tattoo ! I don’t do makeup ! Hair and clothes suffice ! ...

I scratch my shaved sides, until I reach my earrings. Yeah, it suffices… good hair, good clothes, good makeup and good accessories… it suffices…

“Are you good, Mx. Ndiaye ?” The makeup artist asks me.

- Yes, don’t worry, I’m good.” I say, with a deep yet feminine voice. It seems wrong somehow…

- Do you want to see the results ?

- Of fucking course !”

The makeup artist grabs a pocket mirror and holds it to me.

Oh yeah, I’m so fucking gender ! Plus my necklaces oozes fanciness. Like, it makes me look so fucking rich !

I look around me. The vehicle somehow seems more… cramped, even though at the same time it seems more spacious, with its large seats. My head hurts, it really feels like something is wrong…

Suddenly, the limousine stops. Annoyed, I shout to the chauffeur :

“Magdalena ! Why the hell are you stopping ? We’re not at the villa yet !”

The chauffeur looks back. Wasn’t she an old grumpy woman just now ? She looks so young and has such fancy clothes, even though it’s quite clear that she isn’t from high society.

Ugh, my head really hurts...

“I’m sorry, Mx. Ndiaye, we have new guests to pick up at your request.”

I look around and see that person with a dress leaving. Suddenly, it all comes back as a flash of light. I’m not supposed to be an ultra-rich person, I don’t need all of these fancy clothes and accessories ! … I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE STREETS !

That person, as if they were reading in my mind, answers in a rich and deep yet slightly unsettling feminine voice :

“You have the gratitude of the calamities, Mx. Ndiaye. Accept this… gift.” They say, smiling as they get out, followed by the makeup artist and one of my two personal guards – the other staying at the front of the vehicle.

Suddenly, it’s as if a fog descends on my mind. Like, what was I thinking about ? Oh, yeah, I was thinking about my next song that I’ll film in the villa ! Ugh, it’s so annoying that my agent asks me to pump out banger after banger like, I have all the money in the world… but I guess it’s alright to work a little. This way, I get famous and get laid, and that’s the only thing that really matters.

As I’m about to shout on the chauffeur to ask why she’s not turning the limousine back on, two guys, a cute twink and hot hunk, climb aboard. I lick my lips. It’s gonna be a great night.

“So, guys,” I say, letting them take place in my arms at my right and my left. “have you heard of my new song that’s gonna come out ? If you’re good enough, I might even let you in in the filming for the clip…”

And the limousine sets off.

The sun comes to my eyes, and I wake up in a giant luxurious queen bed, with my two conquests sleeping tight at my left and my right.

I smile as I get up, naked. Yesterday’s clothes were flung in all directions, and as I approach them, I see they’re all crumpled. I chuckle. We had a ton of fun last night… Besides, Magdalena’s gonna be the one to pick that all up.

I take from the closet a nice pair of white pants and a white shirt, and put them on quickly. I go to the balcony, and look at the view.

Life is really unjust.

I get to live the perfect life, while others are left to pick up the remaining pieces.

But when you’re on its good side,

Life is fucking lit.

#male transformation #male tf #nonbinary transformation #nonbinary tf #nerd to jock #nerd to himbo #jock tf #himbo tf #douche tf #dumber tf #mental change #reality change #transformation #tf story

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bimbodoggie · 1 year

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cybersex • (simon “ghost” riley x camgirl!reader)

contents/warnings: fem reader, consensual filming, toys, mean!dom simon, impregnating mention, face sitting, yourself on the shelf position, reader is plus sized, size kink, hair pulling, also simon is an asshole, oh also simon has a jacob’s ladder teehee :3

a/n: i started school and this semester has been beating my ass, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI!, all art is by @ave661

your job was way easier than simon’s, you’d play dress up and take pretty pictures and videos for thousands of people on the internet….but simon he didn’t mind it because he knew that you were untouchable.

sometimes it did bother him tho, the fact others got to see what was his on the daily, but you could quit anytime you wanted, but this particular day it was different. the way simon was acting was kind of….strange, but then again he’s a 6’2 1/2 man who parades in a skull eggshell mask and the occasional balaclava with gunpowder or charcoal to match

all day your mind was filled by your thoughts of how he’s probably on the verge of breaking up with you right now, but then again this is the same man who spent his free time on base using your photos and videos as jerk bait….the front door creaked open and the sound of his boots and duffle bag hit the floor, its like this man had no trace of sound because next thing you know you two were eye to eye staring at each other.

it was embarrassing to say the least because well, you were naked and vulnerable…the only noise that came from his mouth was a satisfied grunt followed by a quick kiss on the mouth, you decided breaking the silence first was the best thing to do considering…

“are you leaving me?” was the question of the day, he froze, like a deer in headlights…if only you knew that was the complete opposite of what needed to be said from his mouth…once again silence filled the room as he walked over and shut off your camera which made you wonder even more about what his next move was

“you know, i’ve been thinking…that maybe instead of being being the director i get my role of the old pervert, something we can both remember yeah?”

what the fuck…is this the big secret he was storing away in his file cabinet? a fantasy, your mouth opened and closed, simon’s reaction was pretty expected, a hearty laugh a booming one at that…

“cmon use your words i know somewhere in that empty brain of yours you can conjure up a couple words yeah?”

instead of a verbal response which he wanted you just shook your head and ignored him which you would have to pay the price later but who cares at least him leaving you isn’t in the equation.

without warning simon picked you up and put you on the bed, looking you in your eyes to indicate that you either was going to break or he was going to break you.

he lifted his mask and started kissing from your neck all the way down to your malleolus bone, this man knew your body like the back of his hand, all the sensitive spots, where to lick, bite and touch he knew it all. he paused to turn on the camera.

“the first thing you’re gonna do is get on your knees and tell the audience what you’re doing today, then depending on how good you are i’ll let you be in charge for a little how does that sound lovey”

your brain circuited and was now functioning off of the commands from simon you scrambled from the bed to the floor…your big eyes met his lifeless ones.

“hi- hi everyone today i will be letting my boyfriend ghost be in my- my vids”

this was humiliating but you enjoyed every single moment, your mouth met his tip which was glistening with pre and begging to be touched, his cock was decorated with piercing jewelry which was a stimulant for your cunt, with his free hand he grabbed a fistful of hair and guided you to what he wanted to do, after that nothing but grunts and degrading phrases bounced around the walls

before he was remotely close to finishing he then picked you up and fucked into you, it was too much to bare, thousands of people watching you and how your boyfriend abuses your cunt on the daily basis, simon’s hand came into contact with your ass groping it, and leaving marks which will show in the morning

there was a heart shaped, light pink butt plug jewel which sparkled in the reflection of the light, the sounds of skin filled the room as you cried out for him to be gentle, he ignored your plea but instead moved a little closer to the camera putting your holes on display for thousands to see

user239329849: he’s such a lucky man

anon3453905: i would do anything to get my hands on her

simon laughed at the desperation comments that entailed of men and their sick fantasies, but simon was the only one who could act on them…he then put you down and signaled you to sit on his face, as much as you wanted to tell him your cunt was saying too much, you wanted him and needed him…the way his warm tongue consoled your weeping cunt had you in tears, the whining and crying for him to slow down was non existent to him.

he then positioned you to where your face was in the camera while he spread open the globes of your brown ass, “gonna give you a baby, i always know when you’re ovulating, i always track it on my calendar in my phone to make sure i get you pregnant” he rasped as he increased his pace….so much was going on which made you wonder if you could take him or not

he wanted a view of how your skin turned red at the sight of him battering your insides like it was some sick recipe…. “si baby, please im just please” your replied to him as he looked you in the eyes, a light slap from his hand was to question if you were still there or if you was just brainless, you started babbling incoherent sentences which was an indication to simon you were close, he took his hand pressed it again your lower abdomen…you tried you really did but he knew your body like a map

“you really are braindead, just a hole f’me and nothin else yea?”

that sent you overboard, it was enough with the jewelry that decorated his cock, you felt the band in your stomach pop making you to make a mess, it felt as if he planned this, he was sick but you liked it….he then turn your ass and cunt to the camera to show the cum leaking out of your throbbing hole….a sloppy kiss from simon was all you needed, you felt like he was breaking you

“touch her and i will find you personally and kill you”

he then ended the live stream to give you aftercare but deep down you knew he was serious

#cod mw2 smut #simon ghost riley smut #callofdutysmut #simon riley x black!reader #call of duty smut #codsmut #simon riley smut #dom!simonriley #simon riley plus sized!reader

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theleastprofessionalchef · 11 months

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you have maybe one of the most interesting jobs i've ever seen... how many people live aboard the ship? what do living quarters look like?

Thank you! It's definitely fun, though it has its fair share of stress and unique challenges.

This year we have ten full time, paid crew. We're contracted out through the end of season, or the end of downrig, whichever was determined at the start. Throughout the season, though, we have a number of unpaid volunteers who come through and stay for anywhere from a week to a month at a time, during which they're fed and given a sleeping space like all other crew- only difference being lack of a paycheck. Lady is different from a lot of east coast boats, in that we don't take completely green (new) deckhands on, even as unpaid volunteers; you need to have knowledge of sailing already to come on with us. It's because we're an education-focused vessel, and need our people to know their stuff.

However, we do have a program and a way for newbies to join our crew! You have to pay (and I don't quite remember how much it is. I wanna say somewhere in the vicinity of $600-800? Don't quote me on that), but what you pay for is two weeks of living on board, being fed, housed, and taught from the ground up how to sail! It's called Two Weeks Before the Mast, and it's how we get most of our return volunteers- because after you've done it, you can come back whenever you want! Most people who do it do end up coming back, or staying past the initial two weeks (schedule permitting). It's definitely an investment, but one I highly recommend if it's something you can do.

Right at this moment, we have two volunteers staying with us, both two-weekers. Last week, we had two return volunteers as well, bringing the total crew count up to fourteen- that's a lot of mouths to feed! They're all great though, and I love them all :)

Now, for your second question: it's all communal, baby! Permanent crew gets better bunks and more storage space, but it's still all a big bunkroom for the most part. On Lady, it's down in the foc's'le (short for forecastle, the compartment towards the front of the boat). Four bunks on each side built into the hull itself, cubbies for storage, the like. In the rear of the boat is a smaller compartment, the aft cabin, where there are two more bunks like in the foc's'le, as well as two actual cabins - gasp - with doors! Those belong to the captain and first mate.

The main hold, the central compartment of the ship - where, historically, merchant vessels stored their merchandise - is where the part timers and volunteers sleep. The bunks there are a touch less comfortable and there's a smaller amount of storage space, and in addition, the main hold is basically the crew's communal hangout space. It's our living room, with the heads (toilets- we've got two of them, but they need pumping out at times if they get too full. Think marine port-a-potties), and the galley- that's my domain!

Someday I might do a video tour, or maybe just take a bunch of pictures. It's surprisingly roomy, but you really get to know the people you live with. Best hope you like them! (And best hope you don't snore; everyone will know)

#ask #sailing #tall ship #lady washington #tall ship lady washington #tall ship sailing #schooner bum life #<-I see that tag get used a lot for the east coast? why not

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klaustozier · 1 year

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memories ; chishiya

SUMMARY: you go to the hospital for medical check-ups, chishiya comes to check on you, and for some reason he feels like he's met you, but he can't remember quite well from where.

this is smut, be aware of what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, daddy kink, big cock!chishiya, light spit kink, praise kink, degradation kink, quickie, begging, breeding kink, creampie, face slap, masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism

this was a request, so i hope that the person who asked likes it!

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes

word count: 2.2k

i hope you enjoy it!

You were waiting for your doctor to come back to do your checkups, but apparently he had been called to see another patient, and the situation got worse and they sent another doctor to attend to you.

"Hello, miss, good morning", he said as he entered the room, you were sitting in front of the doctor's desk, you smiled at him when he greeted you, "Nice to meet you, I'm Chishiya", he offered you his hand and when you touched it, something happened, he frowned at you and smiled without understanding, "I feel like I know you… have we met each other before?"

Your cheeks flushed instantly, letting go of his hand as, for some very inopportune reason, your mind had come up with a very inappropriate scenario where you were bent over a desk in an office you didn't know, getting fucked by him and whimpering his name, asking for more.

"I don't think so…", you chuckled awkwardly, "Maybe I have one of those faces."

"I don't agree… I would never forget your face", and he smiled making your face feel flushed even more, and that's what he wanted to see, "So", he continued, happily following the conversation so you didn't have to say nothing, "can you sit on the gurney over there, please?"

You got up from your chair and climbed onto the padded gurney against the wall and waited. Chishiya took your blood pressure, checked your breathing, and assessed your reflexes, as you tried to push all rude thoughts away like the one where you both were making out on a bed in what seemed like a hotel room. Where did you get those ideas from? What was your problem? He was very handsome, but damn, wait a minute to think like that.

"Let's do a complete blood count", he said after writing things down on his clipboard, "is that all right? Are you fasting, right?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Just call me Chishiya, please", he smiled, "I'll have a nurse take you to get your blood drawn, ok?"

"Yes, Chishiya", you smiled, making him sigh.

Something inside of him told him that the thoughts of fucking you on a table weren't just his head making a wish of its own, it felt like a memory, and he wanted to relive them, "Are you going somewhere to eat?", you frowned at him, "You can't go home without eating."

You laughed, "Oh, yeah, I was going to eat at a convenience store nearby."

"Can I make you a proposal?", you nodded and waited, "Here at the hospital there is a restaurant for employees and the breakfast is wonderful", you raised your eyebrow doubtfully, making him laugh, "I'm not lying, it's really good. Pinky swear", and he lifted his pinky making you smile.

You laced your pinky with his, "But what if I don't like it, what do I get?"

"If you don't like it, I'll take you out to dinner."

"I think I already hated it", he smiled, and, fuck, his smile was beautiful.

"I'm going to call the nurse, as soon as you're done wait for me and I'll take you with me, ok?", you nodded, "See you in a bit, miss."

You had to force yourself to stay still as the nurse drew your blood, your legs shaking non stop with anxiety. All you could think about was him, you could see so clearly his eyes devouring you as you knelt before him, blowing him. You were going to need to talk to a psychiatrist soon.

"Can we go?", asked the blonde as he approached, smiling.

You nodded and took a deep breath as his gaze devoured you from top to bottom, could you make that erotic fantasy in your mind come true? And with him in that lab coat? Could that happen?

The staff restaurant was quite small, with four four-seater tables and a small counter with a black menu on the glass with various snacks, there was no one to offer them, the staff could get them on their own, the people who worked to make them were in the kitchen behind the counter, so they were alone. He chose a chicken salad sandwich each and sat down next to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be eating here? I'm not an employee", you commented feeling guilty, you hadn't thought about that when you were invited, you only thought about his blonde ponytail.

"It's okay… I'm the best doctor here, I have privileges", he said jokingly.

"Says who?", you mocked back.

"I said and I'm the best doctor here so you have to believe me."

You smiled and accepted the sandwich. The two talked softly while eating, everything was fine, until his voice started to get smother. His hand went up to your wrist, being gentle.

"I know this is going to sound weird… but I have memories with you", at the same instant your eyebrows rose, the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about made your heart race, "But they're not memories that I remember having, if that makes sense", he chuckled, "I think you know what I'm talking about… I introduced myself and you started blushing."

"Chishiya", you whispered, looking at him in amazement, your cheeks flushing again, your skin glowing.

"I think you saw what I saw", whispered the doctor, his lips approaching your ear, "You riding my cock, your pretty face contorted", his hand slid down your jeans-covered thigh, "you kept moaning my name in such a cute way, begging to be spanked and choked… if I'm not mistaken, you called me 'daddy' too."

"Chishiya, I don't… we can't…"

"Can't we?", he repeated, laughing softly, "I can do whatever I want, I'm the best doctor here", and he brought his face close to yours, "Are you doubting daddy, princess?"

"No, daddy."

Chishiya smiled and stood up, pulling you by the hand, "Come with me, I need better memories of you blowing me."

"Chishiya, keep it down!", you asked in a whispered scream.

"I will not…"

You were taken to a private room for employees, where they could sleep in short breaks on very long shifts. The door was locked and he kissed you, desperately, his hands grabbing your thighs and placing them around his waist, laying you down on the bed. His lips dominating yours, your tongue rubbing against his, your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips grinding against his, feeling his erection pressing against your pussy, the thick material of your jeans rubbing against you, but not that satisfying.

You parted your lips, sticking out your tongue, purring as Chishiya let saliva slide from his tongue onto yours.

His hands pulled your shirt up, revealing your bare breasts, making him smirk, "Oh… still with that braless thing, huh?"

He sighed, took his tongue to the delicate nipple and licked it, being delicate while his hands went to your pants, opening them and then took them off along with your panties, returning to suck your breasts, while his fingers started to fuck you. They didn't have much time to be in there and he didn't want to wait until his shift was over, if he didn't fuck you right now, he wouldn't going to be able to concentrate all day.

"Daddy", you whispered, your fingers sliding through the his fringe, sliding the blonde strands back, whimpering, your hips rolling against his fingers, which quickly fucked you.

"You're so fucking hot", he whispered, licking your nipples, sighing, "Such a fucking slut."

"Daddy", you whimpered, "let me blow you, please."

Chishiya smiled, one of his hands squeezing one of your breasts while his hand was still working on fucking you, your body squirmed under his, "Do you want to suck my cock, little girl?", he asked, you nodded, "Then ask for some more."

"Please daddy, let me suck you", you began, your hands sliding through his blonde hair, "please, please, please, let me choke on your cock, please, I need to remember what it feels like to have your cock pounding my throat."

"Fuck", he whispered, darkly, "You know how to beg, baby girl", and chuckled as he sat down on the small bed, "You can do whatever you want to me."

For a second, you thought about his clothes, he looked so handsome in that lab coat, he looked so important and serious, so the only thing you did was open his pants. You were kneeling on the floor between his legs, his cock pulsing in front of your face, your hand gently touching it, the red tip leaking pre-cum, begging for attention.

You sighed and let your tongue run the length of the thick cock, smiling as the blonde whimpered softly, your hair being stroked as your mouth moved up and down, his body tensing whenever you allowed his cock to reach your throat. Saliva glided over your lips, drooling over his skin, helping the movements of your mouth and hands, one helping to massage the part that didn't fit in your mouth while the other massaged his balls.

Your jaw ached, your eyes were teary and your pussy throbbed, it hurted, you could feel your pleasure wetting your thighs. Your eyes rose to Chishiya's and you purred softly, the vibration in your throat caressing his cock, making him moan.

"You were made to suck cock", he whispered, "Look at you", his thumb slid along your lower lip pulling it down so he could see your tongue, "with that perfect little mouth", and he whimpered rolling his eyes eyes of pure pleasure, "Don't you want to ride me, baby?"

"Please, sir, I want to be stretched out", you whispered, rolling your tongue around the tip of his cock.

"Come here, kitten", he asked, pulling you by the waist, placing you sitting on his lap, your legs wrapped around his, your arms hugging his neck. The two kissed, one of Chishiya's hands was on your ass and the other was holding his cock, pulling you down to sit on it.

You moaned, feeling yourself being stretched out as you wanted. When you were all sitting on it, you tried to move, but Shuntaro grabbed you by the ass, keeping you in place, getting separate whimpers from you.

"Chishiya", you whispered, "Fuck me…"

He smiled, one of his hands letting go of your ass while the other wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. His free hand caressed your face before slapping, "No… beg nicely and I'll do whatever you want."

You whined, "Please, mister Shuntaro, fuck me, I already said I wanted to be stretch by your cock, don't be mean to me."

He smiled, "I would never be mean to my little doll."

And Chishiya started to move. The memories you had and didn't know from where, didn't do justice to what you were feeling at that moment. Your moans grew louder, but you kissed him to try not to make a scene while you clung to his lab coat, feeling your pussy being punished.

"Fuck", whispered the doctor, "such a tight pussy…"

"Daddy", you purred, your body moving more with the man's strength than yours because he had a rhythm he wanted to follow and who were you to go against his will?

"Where did I meet you?", he whispered softly, giving you a peck, "Where was that office I fucked you in? I wanted to go fuck you there again."

You smiled, laying your forehead on his, moaning and panting heavily, "I have a nice home office…"

The blonde grinned, "It will do", he whispered.

Chishiya came first, his cock sunk inside you, panting softly, but you still hadn't cum and he had a plan to satisfy you. He laid you down on the bed and spread your legs, kneeling in front of you, watching your pussy all fucked and wet.

His thumb pressed onto your clit and started massaging it, "Fuck that little pussy so I can watch, c'mon, princess."

You moaned and nodded, your hand going to your pussy, two fingers sinking into you without difficulty, the massage on your clit never stopped, your free hand squeezed your own breast as you moaned for him. You looked at him, feeling like a piece of meat, he looked at you hungrily, watching you fuck yourself. His cum slipped between your fingers, slicking your pussy even further.

"I'm going to cum, daddy, may I?", you asked slyly.

"Of course, my baby girl, cum for me."

It didn't take long, your orgasm hit you hard, moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt your body burn. You didn't even have time to catch your breath, being kissed with desperation by the blonde.

"Did you like the sandwich?", he asked, giving you a peck.

You shook your head, "I hated it."

"Fuck…", he sneered, "I'm going to have to take you out to dinner."

"Too bad", you whispered, kissing him again.

He waited while you got dressed and exchanged phone numbers with you. The doctor accompanied you downstairs and said goodbye. Fifteen minutes later, he received a message from you. It was a picture of you, in the hospital bathroom, in front of the mirror, showing your breasts, making him smile and shake his head. How he was going to pay attention to his work until it was time to leave, he had no idea.

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This Is Me Trying (Doctor Strange x teen!reader)

summary: you received your report cards with bad results and you don't want your dad finding out about it.

warnings: hurt/comfort, bad grades, mint choco (?), strange is a good dad (lmk if I missed anything)

a/n: this is definitely not a self indulgent fic i projected myself onto.

You slammed your door shut before sliding against it, bringing your knees close to your chest. Heaving out your breath, you pull your report cards to your lap after crossing your legs, looking at them with sorrow in your eyes. You're not sure why you're sad and upset when you should've seen it coming the moment your teacher looked down at you with a frown on her face.

"Your grades dropped." You blanked at your teacher's statement, processing the information.

"Oh," you breathed out after a beat.

"Almost falling, hun." A sigh escaped the lady's lips, she clasped her hands in front of her on the desk. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were a bright kid. Gifted even. I don't want your potential to go wasted just like that. You could go to one of the best universities –"

The rest of it was blurry. You couldn't focus on your teacher's lecture as your head felt like being in a giant ringing bell. You cautiously re-read the cards in your hand. It was littered with C's, a few B's, and a D. If you could wish for a miracle, you'd wish you could change them before your father sees it. You ran your hands through your hair roughly, dropping the papers as a result.

Being enrolled in a widely known school filled with future geniuses has its perks. Especially when you were a child of two famous surgeons. Expectations were a friend you made inside your mother's womb and they'll follow you until your dying days. Then your dad became the sorcerer supreme, and then the universe was at stake, and then you got blipped, and when you came back your mother was presumed dead. It all happened in a blitz. All of a sudden, you're living in a new era, and people are adjusting. You are adjusting. Yet you never quite remember when does adjusting felt this hard.

You were great. Oh boy, were you great. You were always at the top of your class– at least in the big 3. A good friend and student. The perfect child. Your parents didn't force you into being one, no, it just happened. Since the first time you got first place in your kindergarten and people praised you, you felt the need to keep it up. You were so ahead of the curve that it became a sphere, and now you ended up falling behind your classmates. Focusing was hard, the tests were hard, and you barely even made any friends after going back to school after the blip. Plus, you've been taking mystical arts lessons from your dad. You were too busy trying to clean your rusty wheels.

A gentle knock pushed you out of your thoughts. "Kid, you're in there?" Your father's voice broke in.

"Yeah," you answered. When did your voice become so hoarse? You didn't even notice tears rolling down your cheek, which you quickly wiped before opening your door that reveals Stephen Strange leaning on the doorway. "What's up, dad?"

Stephen furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you okay? Were you… crying? What happened?"

You mentally cursed yourself. He doesn't know about it yet. Your dad asked if you wanted him to come with you to take your report cards, but you denied it and said you'll be fine. Thankfully, he wasn't stubborn like he always was on accompanying you and said he'd go to the store instead and hadn't returned yet when you got to the sanctum.

You shook your head. "Nope, why would I be?"

The former sorcerer supreme peeked through your figure that blocked the door and saw papers on the floor. "Is that your report cards? How was it?"

Before he could go on more, you closed the door behind you. "It's, uh, nothing you should worry about." You offered him a tight smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. I'm fine. So, could you please go somewhere else? I gotta do something."

"You sure you're alright?" Your father asked once again, only having you push him away from your room in response.

"Yeah, yeah, totally."

Anyone could've been fooled by your smile and words, but Stephen was your father, he knew something was wrong with you. So he opens his mouth to speak again. "No, there's something wrong, I know there is. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

"I'm sure, dad. A hundred percent sure." You emphasized every word in the last sentence.

"Really? You know you can tell me the truth. Was it your report cards?"

"No, dad, I'm fine! Just go, do you hear me? I don't wanna see you now! Just– just leave me alone… please." You didn't realize you had been screaming until you saw the surprised look on Stephen's face. Retreating to your room, more tears stained your eyes as you left your father frozen in his place.

Pacing in his chamber, the sorcerer's mind traveled to exactly an hour ago when he had a little argument with you. It's no lie that he's worried about you judging by the look on his face. His parental instinct wanted to knock on your door again and make you feel better like any parent would, but he decided to give you space, no matter how worried he was.

After the death of your mother, who won child custody back then, you immediately got swooped under Stephen's wings. It wasn't hard to warm up to him since you already spent time together often before the car accident he had which led him to protect the world. You even met Christie Palmer, your father's lover back then. You went through the grief of losing your mother with him. Though through the grief he did, he no longer loved your mom as much as you do, but you don't blame him for that.

On the other side of his door, there stands you with clammy hands gripping a sheet of paper with your grades written on it. You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Stephen about your report cards. He, like any other, probably would just be disappointed in you. But you don't like lying to your dad, especially when he's the only person you have left (aside from Wong, whom you had been getting closer to). You couldn't stay mad at him, and you had no right to say things that could hurt him. Mustering up your courage, you brought a hand to knock on the door.

Stephen opened his door right before you knocked on it. "Y/N?" he asked softly.

You pulled your hand back to your side. "Dad," was your reply. Neither of you said anything, just eyes looking fondly into one another's. "I, uh… I'm sorry for yelling at you… and lying to you," you said thoughtfully even though you were holding back tears. Pushing the papers to his hands, you continued, "you were right, it was my report cards. It turns out that I almost failed this semester." You watched Stephen read the paper in his hand, not even changing his expression in the slightest. This made you bite your lip out of habit. "But don't worry! I passed! I just… I wasn't on top of my class, far behind, actually. I know you're disappointed –"

"Who said that I was?" Stephen cuts you.

A sigh escaped your lips. "No one. I thought you would be since anyone else is." That's the truth. You could see that your teacher was disappointed in you, and the look on your classmates' faces just screams disappointment.

"Kid, you could never disappoint me," Stephen exclaimed, a small yet visible smile on his face. "Adapting to a new life isn't an easy task. I know everything seems to go so fast, believe me, I've been there. Yet you're able to survive to this day. Not everyone could, y'know."

You lowered your head, averting your gaze to the floor so that your dad won't see your tears. "I'm trying. All I want is to get my old self back. To be a bright kid again so that I could make you proud."

Stephen frowned when he heard your confession. His large, gentle arms pulled you into a side embrace. You cried silently against his chest, a hand covering your eyes whilst another was around your abdomen. To say Stephen Strange was an affectionate person was something arguable, but there's no denying that he loves his child to bits and won't stop reminding them of it.

"You'll forever make me proud, little star. Don't forget that." A kiss was planted on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry I was being persistent as well before. I should've let you tell me when you're ready."

You rolled your eyes. "You being persistent is something new?"

The sorcerer chuckled shortly. He pats your back as you wipe your tears, smiling alongside him when you break the hug. "Since you know I am persistent. Let's go to our favorite ice cream parlor." Stephen puts an arm around your shoulders and drags you along to the front door.

You narrowed your eyebrows. "Why would you need to be persistent to ask me to go eat an ice cream?"

"Because you, child, are my offspring," said your dad, opening the front door and bowing mockingly. "After you."

Playing along, you bowed back, earning a smile from the man who soon placed his arm around your shoulders again, walking with you instead of dragging you this time. "What flavor shall we get today, my child?"

"I do not possess the knowledge, dear father. What do you think we shall taste today?"

Stephen hummed. "How about mint choco?"

You snorted. "You mean the toothpaste?"

"Hey, it's good!"

"What's good about eating toothpaste?"

"Don't act like you've never eaten toothpaste before."

"Well, it's not like I did it on purpose!"

"Oh, you will."

"What do you mean I will?" Your question was met with a smirk. "Dad, what does it mean?"

"The last one who arrives at the parlor gets to eat toothpaste on purpose!" He quickly says before running through the street.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Wasting no other second, you zoom toward where your dad is headed.

"Enjoying the toothpaste?"

Stephen turned around to see you raising your eyebrows while licking your favorite ice cream. "No thanks to you." He glared at you as you happily took the seat next to him. His nose scrunched when he took another bite of his ice cream. "This thing actually tastes like toothpaste." A sigh of defeat was exhaled by the former sorcerer supreme.

You punched the air in victory. "And the winner goes to… drumroll please," you cued your father who lazily starts to drum on the handrest. "Y/N Strange!"

Your dad ruffled your hair, causing you to protest for ruining it. Stephen couldn't help but smile at one particular memory that flashed through his head. A memory of you two sitting on the same bench, eating the same ice cream from the same parlor years ago. He realized that it has been quite some time since the last time the two of you did something like this. The last time you were just a kid, barely even a teen. When did you start growing up so fast?

"Thank you, dad." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "For being proud of me, for cheering me up, especially for letting me win."

Your smug smile was being returned with a poke on your stomach. Stephen only laughed when you scooted away from him a bit. Nevertheless, you scooted back after feeling he won't tickle you entirely.

"Anything for my dearest demon child."

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 years

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Chapter 3! A lot of people were wanting this one! If you haven't read the first chapter, check it out!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/well-i-did-it-it-took-me-four-hours-but-here-it/zuvamxpyxtj0

And you can find chapter 2 here!-

https://at.tumblr.com/poke-me-with-a-stick/chapter-two-for-the-story-started-by-this/r29nboa6jg2w

Enjoy!

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Damian wasn't sure what to think. This isn't how he expected his day to go, and that's coming from someone who was quite adept at 'rolling with the punches', as Drake would put it. Days, or nights, tended to vary when it came to the life of a vigilante. And one was not a Robin, let alone the son of Batman, if they weren't able to be flexible. In some cases, quite literally (looking at you, Grayson).

So he started his day as usual, not making any big plans ahead of time incase he was needed, eating breakfast that Alfred provided, keeping his suit with him when he went out to walk Titus. And, lo and behold, he was needed.

Releasing Titus with an order to return home that he knew the dog would follow, he ducked into the nearest store bathroom and changed before rushing to aid his father.

The fight wasn't hard, for a fight against Killer Croc that is. Damian can admit that he was getting a bit cocky. Which was his downfall, as the moment he began to let down his guard, assuming the fight was over, Killer Croc grabbed him by the leg and threw him. Hard.

He thought of many things as he flew through the air. How irresponsible he was to let his guard down, how it went against all of his training with the League, about what he was going to do to get back at that-

It was around this thought when he began to drop. His training kicked in, causing him to flip and angle his feet. He had been to this park before, and knew that there was nothing blocking his way. He would be able to do a perfect roll, then he would be back on his feet and ready to head back to the fight.

Or, at least, there shouldn't have been anything there. But there was. And Damian found himself crashing into a pink- why was the water pink?- birdbath. He was drenched almost immediately, the fountain spraying him as he landed on it, soaking his face and head as he rolled onto the grass.

The liquid seemed to soak into his skin, a sensation that was frighteningly similar to a Lazerus pit, but missing the sense of dread and rage that usually came with the toxic green goo. In its place was a new feeling, one that left him warm, tingly, and light-headed. He groaned as he lay there, struggling to sit up. Why was moving so difficult?

"Are you okay?" A voice called from somewhere above him. He opened his mouth to retort that 'he was perfectly fine, thank you very much, but found his voice gone the moment he looked up. Standing over him, hand outstretched, was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Fluffy raven black hair and inhumanly bright blue eyes, which stared down at him with genuine concern. There were squirrels clinging to his pants, one poking its head out of his hoodie pocket, and birds perched on the boy's shoulders and head. Sunlight was rare in Gotham, and yet Damian swore that it peeked through the clouds just to give this gorgeous stranger a bright halo.

'He's and angel', Damian couldn't help but think. He continued to stare at the boy, not bothering to answer or get up. He wasn't completely sure his legs would support him if he tried to stand, a fact that should have made him more wary than he was.

His attention was brought back to the boy in front of him when he saw those amazing eyes widen, an expression that was a mix of horrified and mortified crossing his face. "Oh, Ancients," the boy groaned, "it can be applied topically." The teen grabbed his hand and hoisted him to his feet with surprising strength. Straightening, Damian was slightly pleased to find that he was taller. The shorter teen huffed, seemingly looking for something to say. Not giving him much of a chance to answer, Damian brought the teen's hand to his face, gently kissing the bony, pale knuckles. The resulting deep red blush, and squeak the boy made had Damian preening slightly.

As the boy seemed to try and orient himself, a dark figure decended into the clearing just a little ways away from them. He felt a twinge of annoyance as he recognized his father's suit, not wanting the moment he was having to be interrupted just yet.

Luckily, it seemed the teen had the same thought as he did. Well, probably not the same thought, but a solution to the problem he was facing that suited both of them. Damian felt the grip on his hand tightening slightly before they were moving, the boy ducking into the trees, dragging him along, before Batman had the chance to spot them.

Damian happily followed the teen, marveling at the feel of the cold, calloused fingers that occasionally twitched in his hand as they walked. He was content to let this handsome stranger lead him, stride quick and purposeful as he wove through the trees and around bushes.

When they did come to a stop, it was almost half-way across the park from where he originally landed. The boy dropped his hand, much to his disappointment, and began to remove the various wildlife from his person. Damian found himself watching in amusement as he tried- and failed- to remove the birds from his hair, words thst Alfred would never tolerate muttered under his breath as he did his best to avoid their sharp beaks. He did eventually manage to weasel them off, setting them gently on the ground near his feet.

Brushing nonexistent dirt off of himself, the teen glanced at him and the assembled animals before heaving a sigh and pulling not a… gun? At least, Damian thought it was a gun. It looked a bit more high-tech than an average gun, and Damian wondered how the teen had managed to hide something that bulky in his canvas bag. As he began to fiddle with it, he spoke again.

"Okay. As fun as this has been, I should really be going…" He trailed off as he turned away, little beating noises coming from the gun in his hands.

Damian frowned at his words. He was leaving already? "Will you return?" He asked hopefully. He wasn't sure what he would do if the answer was no.

The boy startled at his words, but turned towards him as he answered. Part of Damian was a bit annoyed he didn't look up from his gun. "Ah, no. I don't think I'll ever return to this universe." The boy's words were a bit off-handed, as if he wasn't truly paying much attention to what he was saying. All the while he still refused to look up.

Damian froze at the words. That was not what he had wanted to hear. Not at all. His mind glossed over the 'this universe' part, and instead focused on the part where he said that he didn't think he'd ever return.

While he wasn't the most calm and reasonable person in his family, Damian did have a reputation of being rational most of the time. This was not one of those moments. His body acted before his mind could, pulling his katana free of it's sheath and cutting down in one, smooth arch. The device in the boy's hands fell to the ground in two pieces, leaving the teen to stare at it in shock.

"No." Damian stated afterwards, grabbing the boy's arm and tossing him over his shoulder. "I won't let you." He began sprinting, no real idea of where to go in mind, just the fact that he needed himself and the teen away. Quite quickly the Robin found himself outside of the park and tearing down the streets. The very crowded streets.

People of Gotham were generally used to the weird shit that happened on an almost daily basis, but seeing Robin carrying a teen on his shoulder, away from the park, on the ground, in broad daylight? That definitely garnered him more attention than he wanted at the moment.

"Tt." He sneered at the people who had begun to rummage around their pockets for their phones, pulling his grappling hook out from his belt and swinging up to the rooftops for better stealth. The boy still hadn't reacted to his sudden kidnapping, the only action telling Damian that he was still conscious was when he felt hands grip his cloak tightly, right at his lower back. Despite the highly- effective insulation his suit and cape had, he could still feel those icy fingers through the bunched cloth. It made Damian wonder if he was a meta with some sort of ice power. It was something that could wait, though. Right now, he needed to focus on where he was, and where he could go.

His first thought was to take the boy back to the Batcave, but he quickly dismissed it. While that would be the perfect place to keep him from leaving, and to get some answers, his family was there. And they would have even more questions than he did. No, the Batcave wouldn't do. Maybe one of the safehouses?

He looked around, taking note of where he was and trying to remember if there were any safe houses in this direction. A vague memory of Red Hood showing him a map on his phone surfaced. He nodded to himself and jumped, aiming for the alleyway below. Landing lightly, he peered around the corner, making sure that no one was here, before turning and unlocking the door hidden by a dumpster.

It was only once he was inside that he set the boy down, placing him gently onto the bland brown couch. Seeing his face for the first time since picking him up, Damian expected to see anger or fear. Instead he saw a vague look of shock and confusion. But he wasn't freaking out, not that he could tell at least. Something in him warmed at the fact that he was so calm. A level head was quite admirable.

Turning away from the teen, he headed into the kitchen. Opening the first cabinet, he was meet with dishes. Cheep plates, bowls, cups, and mugs. The next cabinet over had an array of different dry boxed foods, but he was looking for something specific. A pleased hum escaped him as he found a small tin of tea behind a box of crackers.

The motions of making tea soothed away the remaining tension in his body, heating water and steeping the bags, and pouring into mugs. He let out a sigh the scent wafted from the mugs. This wasn't his favorite blend, but it was good for calming nerves, or so Alfred said. Something sweet and slightly tangy. Picking up the two mugs, he made his way back to the teen.

The boy hadn't moved from where he was sat down, resting his head in his hands. He looked up as Damian approached, carefully taking the mug that was offered to him. He glanced at it, but made no move to drink it. Instead the teen seemed to observe him, taking in his vigilante suit, along with any physical features that were visible. Usually such scrutiny would have Damian bristling, moving to take such close attention off of himself, but with him, he found that he didn't mind one bit.

Still… Damian frowned at the boy. "You should drink that." He said, bringing his own mug to his lips and taking a long drink. The boy copied his actions, taking a sip from the mug. He watched the boy blink in surprise at the taste before setting it down on the table. Damian took another long sip from his drink, observing the teen much like he was just observed.

The birds from the park had followed them here, which was very odd. They nibbled and pulled at the boy's hair, pulling out small bits of leaf litter and debri he had picked up on their trek. His clothes consisted of a Nasa hoodie, obviously loved jeans, and a pair of ratty red and white running shoes. Under the dim lamplight of the living room, his skin looked exceedingly pale, almost sickly. And his bright blue eyes seemed to glow, as he purposefully kept his eyes fixed on the tabel.

His eyes weren't the only thing that gave away his nerves, though. His hands bounced along his knees, the only thing making noise in the quiet of the safehouse. It wasn't hard at all to hear the little sigh he let out as he stood. Clearing his throat, he turned towards Damian, but had his body angled towards the door. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I really do need to get going."

Damian stood up as well. "No." He said simply. The boy froze as Damian took his hand.

"N-no?" He repeated. Damian sat him back down, putting himself between the door and the boy.

"No." He repeated firmly. "I don't want you to go."

The boy looked up at him, confused again. "Why not?" He asked. Damian had to stop himself from scoffing.

Instead he turned away taking a moment to reign in these new, strong emotions. When he turned back, his expression was cold. "You said you weren't going to back."

The teen's face stalled, before he groaned. "Of course, the potion." He mumbled quietly. His palm met his forehead with a strong, painful sounding slap. Scowling, Damian grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling it away from his face and into his lap, huffing slightly. A light blush spread across the boy's pale face, turning his cheeks a very attractive shade of pink. He waited for the boy to explain himself, admiring the 'view' he had as he waited.

"Of course!" He suddenly exclaimed, startling Damian as he dove for his bag. He watched carefully as the boy rummaged through his bag. "What are you looking for?" Damian asked warily.

The teen didn't answer him, continuing to dig until he found what he was looking for. With a quiet 'aha!' he pulled a book from the bag, and for a moment Damian could have sworn the boy had fangs. Instead of fear or suspicion though, all Damian felt was intrigue.

But he turned his focus back to the boy's find. He eyed the book with a healthy amount of suspicion. It radiated the same feel as the artifacts that Zatana and Constantine handled. A tingling feeling in the air, something significantly other about it. He didn't trust it, not without knowing what it was. The birds, that were also startled by the teen's sudden movement, settled back on the boy's shoulders and head, one of the Bluejays pulling harshly on a lock of raven hair. The boy didn't seem to register it, but Damian shot a glare at it anyways.

Setting his mug down on the tabel, Damian moved closer to the boy, peering over the teen's shoulder as he began to flip through the pages. None of the writing made since to him, the script shifting constantly in a Latin-like dialect.

He stopped on a page, his finger following along as he, presumably, read the strange shifting script. "Aha! Here it is!" He stated excitedly.

"What is it?" Damian asked. He was beginning to get impatient. He hated being left in the dark. The boy glanced over at him, letting out a small squeak at how close their faces were. Looking back down at the book with a slightly deeper blush than before, the boy cleared his throat and began to explain.

"Back at the park, you landed in a bird fountain filled with pink liquid, remember?" Damian nodded. That was what had happened. "Well, that was a love potion. And I got the potion recipe from this book." He lifted the book as imphasis. "So, I figured that if this was a potions book, then there had to be a potion that would cancel the effects of the potion that's influencing you right now!"

Damian sat back slightly, brows furroing as he thought over this new information. 'It makes sense,' he thought. 'Usually I wouldn't be this…out of control.' He glanced over at the boy, who was looking over what he could only assume was a potions recipe. Just to be sure, he asks what he thinks he already knows. "So you're saying that my actions aren't my own at the moment?"

The boy hummed in acknowledgement, setting the book on the table and turning to look at him. "Ueah. You're under the influence of a love potion right now. You aren't actually in love with me." Damian scowled at that, a protest welling up in his throat, but he remained quiet, letting the boy continue. "And the dose you got dunked in always a pretty big one. So any emotions you feel towards me, your actual emotions or not, are going to feel… amplified for as long as the potion remains in effect."

Damian huffed at the boy's words, but thought them over. While it was true that his emotions were a bit much, from what he usually experienced, he also didn't feel wildly out of control. He found it hard to believe that the emotions he felt were all fake. He wouldn't be so infatuated with someone without it having some sort of founding, potion or not. Yes, maybe some of this interest was artificial, but the thought of all of it being fake didn't seem possible. He was an Ah Ghul. He was taught for most of his life how to handle his emotions, as well as his mental and physical states. An assassin must be in control of themselves all the time, after all.

The silence between the two stretched on, only broken by those birds that had followed them, until Damian spoke again. "I don't believe you." He said, c quite confident in his evaluation of himself. The boy's face dropped, a look of exasperation crossing his lovely features. "While I do believe what you say about the 'love potion', I don't believe that all my feelings are false."

The boy looked at him, confused once again. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, that I know myself." Damian stated. "While you may be telling me the truth about being 'under the influence', as you put it, I believe that I would know if something was tampering with my emotions."

The boy sighed. "Alright," his expression was carefully blank as he spoke. "Then what now?"

Damian rubbed his hand along his lower jaw. "Now, I will help you." He stated plainly. There was nothing else he could do, aside from keeping the teen locked in a safe house for the foreseeable future. While he wasn't opposed to that idea, it wouldn't be the best. His family would get curious eventually, and it was obvious what the boy thought about the situation as it was now.

"Help me? With what?" The teen asked stupidly.

"With the antidote." Damian responded resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Not that the boy would have been able to see it anyways. "I will help you get whatever you need." The boy's expression lightened. "But," Damian added, "I won't stop trying to convince you that my feelings are real." He counted it as a win when all the teen did was shrug in response.

"Well, if we're going to be working together," the teen looked at him. "What do I call you?." Damian stood up, being careful to keep his body between the teen and the door. He didn't seem to be trying to leave at the moment, but one could never be too sure.

"In costume you can call me Robin," Damian said, his hands lifting towards his face. "But my real name is-" the teen moved suddenly, leaping forwards at a speed that would be impossible for most, and slapped one hand across his mouth, the other batting his hands away from his mask.

"No, don't just reveal you identity to me." The kid spoke, his voice firmer than it had been a few moments prior. "No big reveals until after I get you the antidote. I would rather you be in your right mind if you do that."

Damian huffed, but lowered his hands. He had no doubt that he wanted the teen to know, but…

"Tt." He responded with a scowl. "Fine, if it makes you feel better, my identity will stay secret. For now."

The boy sighed in relief before offering his hand. "It's nice to meet you Robin. I'm Danny." Damian took the boy's -Danny's- hand, giving it a firm shake. Danny smiled at him slightly. When he felt Danny's hand loosen around his, Damian held it tighter, bringing it up to his mouth and planting a kiss on the boy's cold knuckles. He couldn't help but smirk when Danny let out a small, startled noise and yanked his hand back. With a sigh, the boy returned to his book. Damian left him to it, walking back into the kitchen.

If there was one thing he knew, it's that his family wouldn't let him go off and help this stranger without a word. And if he knew his brothers, they would be seeking him out regardless. The best thing he could do was call in. 'Hopefully father will keep them from doing anything rash.'

Turning on his comm piece, Damian winced as his ear filled with static. Hurriedly he pulled the comm out, rubbing his ear as he glared at the small black bud. 'Odd, our equipment almost never breaks.' Puzzled, and a bit annoyed, Damian slipped the bud into one of his utility belt pouches. It didn't matter if the comm was fried, they always kept spares hidden around. Especially in safe houses.

It wasn't hard to find one, pulling out the fake bottom of one of the kitchen drawers. Comm in hand, he went further into the apartment for a bit more privacy.

Turning it on, he tuned it onto the public channel and was immediately greeted with a worried-sounding Oracle. "Robin! Oh, thank God! Are you alright? Where are you?"

"Tt." Damian scoffed. "I can assure you, I am fine." Better than fine, actually. But she didn't need to know the specifics. "I was only checking in. Let the others know that I will be busy for a while." With that, he shut the comm off again, ignoring Oracle's protests. With that done, he returned to the living room.

Danny was sitting on the couch again, mug drained of tea and scribbling on a sheet of paper. He looked up as Damian entered, stretching a bit as he set the pencil down. Damian glanced over the paper. "Is this everything?" He asked.

Danny nodded. "Yeah. That's all the ingredients." He grabbed the book and shoved it back into his bag and stood up. Grabbing their mugs, Damian took them to the kitchen before returning, looking the teen over.

"Are you ready?" He asked, holding out his hand. Danny nodded, takingnhis hand and following Damian out the door. Damian surveyed the alleyway before crouching down. "We'll have to travel by roof, if we want to avoid attracting too much attention." He told the boy. The teen grimaced, but didn't protest as he was lifted onto Damian's back. He weighed very little, a fact that he would have registered before, had he not been in such a panic about Danny leaving forever. It was worrying, how little effort it took to carry him. Sure, he was a Robin, and could lift a lot more than one person if need be, but he could barely feel the teen on his back.

Ignoring that for now (he was definitely going to bring that up later-) he aimed his grapple towards the nearest roof, and they were off.

—

"Nothing?" Dick asked Tim, hovering beside the man as he typed away at the Batcomputer. They had, after an hour of persuasion, convinced Bruce to go upstairs for a bit. In his absence, the two, along with occasional input from Oracle, had been working hard to find their missing brother.

"Not even the body cameras!" Tim groaned, his head hitting the desk in front of him with a light thump. "They aren't turned off, but the feed is so messed up that I can't get anything useful!" He pulled up a tab that showed nothing but static and the occasional random shape, the entire thing covered in a blue-green haze. "And his comm is still offline. I can't even track its last location, it just pings off everything!" His head remained on the table, and a small part of Dick was glad about that. He already had one brother missing, he didn't need a second with a head injury.

He opened his mouth to responded, but was cut off suddenly by a frantic Oracle. "Guys! Damian just called me on a backup comm!"

Both batboys straightened and stared at the screen, full business mode. "What did he say?" Dick asked.

"He said that he was okay, and that he was going to be busy for a while." Oracle's frantic typing could be heard over the comm, a testimate to how much she didn't believe the words.

Dick and Tim shared a look. "Did he say anything else?" Tim asked.

"No," the answer was quick but a bit hesitant. Like she wasn't focused fully on the conversation. Knowing her, she probably wasn't. "Dammit!" She cursed suddenly, making both men jump. "I can't even track the backup comm. Unless he has a signal scrambler on him, he shouldn't be able to do that." They shared another glanced this one worried. It usually took quite a bit to make Barbra this frustrated.

Something beeped on the Batcomputer, making both Tim and Barbra snap to attention. "What is that?" Dick asked.

Tim answered him this time. "We set an algorithm to scan through CCTV footage and alert us if it found Damian." He pulled up said footage, showing Damian room hopping with a slightly blurred figure on his back. He dipped in and out of frame for a solid minute before the camera lost track of him.

"Where was that?" Dick asked.

"I'll send you the coordinates." Oracle responded. He nodded, even though she couldn't see it, and made his way to the changing room. Re-emerging a few minutes later, Nightwing headed towards the last place his little brother was seen.

–

It was an hour later when Nightwing finally found his missing brother. Crouched on a rooftop, looking at a piece of… paper? He didn't get a good look, because the moment he landed Robin was on his feet, tossing his cape over his back and shoving the paper into one of his belt pouches.

"Baby Bat! We've been so worried!" Dick ignored how his brother was acting, slinging an arm over his shoulders. Or, he tried to. Robin ducked before his arm made contact. Nightwing frowned, but didn't say anything as he eyed his youngest brother with concern.

"Tt." Robin practically snarled at him. Straightening with his signature scowl, he eyed Nightwing with disdain. "What are you doing here, Nightwing?" He demanded, pulling one of his knives free and brandishing it threateningly at the man.

Nightwing raised his hands in a plactating manner. "Easy Robin!" He cautioned the teen. He watched the boy put a bit more distance between them, one hand reaching up to his shoulder. Before he could get a good look at what the teen was reaching for, one of Damian's knives flew past him. Strangely, he didn't see Robin move, but there was no one else here, from what he could see anyways. He ignored it, focusing solely on his brother.

"You gave us all quite a scare, Robin." He sat down on the edge of the roof, letting Robin maintain his distance for now.

Despite the mask, Dick could see Damian's confusion and agitation. "I told Oracle I was fine." He growled, sheathing his knife but not coming any closer.

"You disappear after a fight, no word and no way to track you. Why wouldn't we worry?" Dick raised an eyebrow at the teen.

"Well, you've seen me now. As you can tell, I am fine. Now, I have something I need to do." The teen walked over to the other side of the roof, peering down into the alley below.

"Hold it, Baby Bat." Nightwing jumped to his feet, closing the distance in a few long, paced steps. "You have to come home! You can't just run off without letting anyone know where you are!" He grabbed Robin's shoulder, briefly pausing at how cold and bony it felt, before Damian whipped around, grabbing his arm and twisting.

Releasing Robin's shoulder with a pained noise, he had no chance to block as Damian released his arm and gripped a bit higher. Before he could really register what was happening, Robin had flipped him over the edge of the roof. Acting on instinct, Nightwing reached out and caught the railing of the nearest fire escape.

Quickly, he made his way back up to the roof. But Robin was gone, no trace of him left on the roof. Sighing, Nightwing crouched back down, rubbing his sore shoulder. This wasn't going to be easy, was it?

Standing, he made his way back to the Batcave. Maybe if he got there quickly enough, he could keep the footage of this moment from reaching the group chat.

The buzzing from his pocket told him he was already too late.

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(I know there might be spelling and grammar errors, but I tried my best. That's all that matters!)

I'm thinking of naming this story 'Articficial Wingman', what do you guys think?

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Dad Hood - part 5

The next day, Jason is making breakfast. He puts some eggs, sausages and bacon on the stove, and grabs a knife. Danny is looking at what he is doing.

‘Jason, can I help?’ Asks Danny. Jason thinks for a bit, and gives him some napkins and plastic cups.

‘Why don’t you set the table, ok kiddo?’

Danny is excited to help, and runs off to the dinner table. Jason takes this moment to cut up some mangoes, and put them in the blender. He doesn’t want Danny anywhere near the knife. Thankfully, Danny is small and the counter is high. He’s got nothing to worry about. He gets some banana’s intending to put them in with the mangoes for a smoothie. He turns around and sees Danny sitting on the counter. He asks how Danny got up there, but before he can finish his sentence he realizes what is happening.

‘DANNY NO-‘

He is too late. Danny presses the button on the blender, which is still without a lid. Jason’s vision flashes white whit a mango-y tint. When he gets it out of his eyes, his kitchen is laminated, and Danny is looking sheepishly.

‘I’m sorry, Jason.’

Danny hasn’t stopped apologizing during breakfast. Jason sighs. He knows Danny only wanted to help. Plus, now he knew Danny had another power:

Accelerated healing

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

Flight

Danny had flown, like Superman, and given Jason a napkin to clean himself. That was probably how he got on the counter in the first place. Jason realizes he needs to store his weapons somewhere else. Simply putting them high up wasn’t a solution. Looking at his kitchen, he realizes he needs to clean that quite thoroughly. Danny was still looking sad. Jason gets an idea.

‘Hey buddy, want to help me clean up?’

Danny looks up, hopeful. He wants to help, as he knows it was his fault. Jason ruffles his hair. He realizes he’s been doing that a lot. He compliments Danny on being responsible kid, and they get to work. Danny gets an apron that’s way too big and a cloth to keep his hair clean, like Jason. Jason wonders what task he can give Danny.

‘Ok, buddy. Here are a bucket of soapy water, a scrubbing brush and a towel.’

Giving Danny a pile of unbreakable items like plastic cups, placemats, Soda bottles etc., Jason asks Danny to clean all this icky, sticky stuff after showing him how to do it. Danny puts up his hand like a soldier and scrubs away. Jason grabs his own cleaning supplies and gets to work.

After a few hours, Jason is done and exhausted. He takes of the apron and collapses on the couch. He asks Danny if he is almost done. Danny says almost:

‘I only have a few cups left!’

Judging that Danny is doing a good job, Jason lays down on the couch. He tries to keep an eye on Danny, but is too tired and quickly falls asleep. After a few minutes Danny is done with the cups. He gets up to tell Jason, but he is sleeping. Danny wonders what to clean next. Taking a sniff, he knows one more icky, gross thing to clean.

Jason is walking through a hallway. For a moment he is confused as to where he is, when he hears the angry bubbling of the Lazarus Pits behind him. Turning around, he sees a green liquid monster chasing him. As Jason turns to run away, he realizes it’s a nightmare.

‘Not this one again!’

He runs as fast as he can, but like always, the monster gains on him. Jason expects to be engulfed, to drown like every night. Suddenly, as the monster is right by him, they both float up into the air. Jason has a moment to think that this is new before they both fall upwards into a sea of nails! Jason is surprised, and it hurts! He feels them scraping his… skin? No, not his skin. His heart? No, not that either. Where is this feeling coming from? Its everywhere and not at once! Confused, he suddenly notices the monster is also trapped in the sea of nails. But where Jason is only mildly in pain, the monster is in agony. It is screeching and wailing, being pulled apart and slowly disappearing in the sea. Its screams leave Jason lightheaded. After the monster is torn to shreds, the sea disappears, leaving Jason floating. He is confused, when he sees himself, a giant lying asleep below his floating self.

Jason wakes up. He still feels lightheaded and doesn’t want to open his eyes. He feels a weight on his belly. Realizing it’s Danny, he tries to open his eyes. AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! The nails are back! What!?! Eyes wide open, he looks up. Danny is indeed sitting on his belly, still in his apron and cleaning… what is that? Danny is scrubbing a green, floating orb with the soapy brush and Jason realizes he can feel it!

‘Danny? What are you doing?’

Danny looks up. ‘You’re awake! I found something gross to clean!’

Jason looks to his left and sees the bucket is full of Lazarus water, no Lazarus goop? Its consistency is too thick for watAAAAAH!!! Danny scrubs a bit harder.

‘Done!’

Danny dunks the brush into the goopy bucket. Jason is confused.

‘Danny, what is that?’

Danny says it’s a Core.

‘Ok, so what’s a CorRRRGGGH!’ The towel dry is very uncomfortable! Danny answers:

‘It’s like a Soul, but for dead people!’

Jason’s blood goes ice cold.

‘What?’

Danny doesn’t notice Jason’s existential crisis.

‘Yeah! I have one too! But yours was covered in gross goop! So I cleaned it! Don’t worry, I was reeeeaaaallyyyy careful!’

Danny gets off Jason and picks up the bucket. Jason realizes why his head feels lighter now. It’s the Pit. It’s quiet. He forgot what that felt like. He almost spirals, until he looks over to Danny.

‘DON’T FLUSH THE LAZARUS GOOP DOWN THE SINK!’

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Okay so get ready for a long ask

So the reader is friends with Alastor, and Vox decided to use the reader (I'm just gonna use them) against him and starts controlling them and then finally starts using them to hurt Alastor (maybe he's unwilling to hurt them or something?)

And in the song Smile Like You Mean It he goes "let me introduce you to a friend of mine... Husker?" (Ofc it's in a very different context but that's the line that inspired this whole hare-brained idea) so he says something like that and then Husker shows up behind them(reader) and like holds them down or something and then Alastor uses them to talk to Vox or something and says like "this will not go unnoticed" or smth (I'm not good with dialogue lol) and then frees them(reader)

Idk this would probably take multiple parts so if you don't want to do it I completely understand!

Oooooo! Thank you for giving me more detail. I got chu.

In Your Control

Alastor & Mind Controlled Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mind control, kidnapping, blood and light torture ⚠

When you started to regain consciousness, your thoughts began to take over.

Why does my head hurt? Geez, what the hell happened..

You remember going out to get something Niffty asked for, you leaving the store and passed the corner of it, but nothing after seeing the t.v.'s from across the street.

Without opening your eyes, you make sure to control your breathing and stay as still as possible. It hurt to keep your head hanging like it was. You just knew you were going to need to take care of it once whatever this situation was over.

For now, you had to focus on your other senses.

You felt cold, maybe somewhere in a basement or another ring in Hell. Wires? Wrists hurt meaning you were tied up. Flickering lightbulb that you could hear, and some muffled music coming from above. A club? Or a bar?

"When the fuck are they gonna wake, I'm bored.", someone says.

"Shut up, we'll get paid soon. Vox is on his way.", another demon replies.

Vox? What the hell does he want?

It happens too quickly for you to really notice that you've opened your eyes. One of the assholes hit your face.

"They're awake! Finally!", the grey skinned lizard demon says. They grab your bloody chin and lean in close. "Kinda a looker, wonder if-"

You spit in their face before they can continue.

They reel back and wipe their face. "You piece of shit!", the lizard yells and hits your face again.

"Knock it off, Vox is here."

A chill runs through you and you frown when seeing the T.V. demon. "Good work, now beat it.", he says, tossing a stack of cash at the two.

They leave the room, one grumbling about how it's not the right amount.

The door closes.

You stay quiet and glare at him.

Vox dusts off his suit, clearing his throat. "Hello and good evening! I'm-!"

"I know who you are.", you interrupt.

He scowls at you. "As I was saying, I'm Vox. The Television Overlord, handsome provider of Hell's entertainment!"

"Obviously not mine.", you laugh. "I'd flip you off but my hands are quite literally tied."

The blue tinted demon pulls out a remote and smirks.

"What? Are you gonna put on some stupid cringey movie like Tw-", you start.

He presses a button and electricity runs through the wires you're tied up in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!", you scream, clenching your hands, feeling painful shocks and your body convulsing.

It stops after what feels like ten minutes.

"Not my t.v. remote but it is my favorite!", he grins.

You twitch, your body still effected from the sudden shock. "You mother fuc-"

He pushes the button again.

"AAAAAAAAAHCK!"

After a few more shocks, Vox steps up to you and pulls your head back to see your face.

"I've got big plans for you, pet of the Radio Demon."

You grunt, feeling more uncomfortable than before. A strong headache forming in your head.

"This will only take a short while."

I listened to the song! Its pretty good. Had it on loop while typing this up.

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

ML for Alastor🎙

ChL for IYC

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RETAIL THERAPY (2)

- your mall trip with patrick turns into something even sweeter than a slushie (patrick verona x gn!reader, part of the summer before senior year series)

word count: 2,356

TSBSY: School is finally out for the summer, leading you to discover all that the sunny months have in store for you and your best friend, Patrick Verona.

a/n - the second installment is here!!!! i absolutely love the mall, so this was a must for the series.

You’re standing in a crowded mall as the air conditioner beats off the mid-summer heat. You need some retail therapy on a day like this, a day where going outside means melting the soles of your shoes to the pavement. It has been three weeks since you got out of school, and you have spent almost every moment with your best friend. Midnight store runs, countless movie theater trips, and the occasional picnic filled the time as you soaked your skin in the sun. This summer, though, things feel different.

It’s less like you’re just going somewhere with a friend and more like you’re spending time with someone special. It doesn’t make sense, and you know it, but you can’t help but feel that this summer holds something extraordinary. Something you’ve been wanting for a long time, even if you’re unsure as to what it is.

You reach for your phone, feeling a familiar buzz in your pocket.

“I see you.” The text reads, from no one other than Patrick. Like that isn’t creepy at all. You smile at it, turning in a circle to try and spot him. It should be easy, really, considering that he doesn’t exactly fit into a crowd. As you turn around, peering past every corner and plant in this goddamn mall, he appears behind you. You jolt as you see him, so close you can almost believe he purposely snuck up on you.

“Patrick! Jesus Christ, that was terrifying. If you were anyone else I would’ve thought I was getting kidnapped.” You touch his arm lightly, and he looks down where you brushed him with an expression you can’t quite place. It had always confused you, those glances. It’s almost like your every touch burns him, and every stare quenches the fire. You have no idea what it means, if it means anything at all.

He breaks away from the moment and gives you a wolfish grin. “You should be careful with who you trust. How do you know I’m not a kidnapper?” He grabs your arms, pulling you towards him as you gasp and struggle in his grip.

“I think I would’ve been kidnapped by now if you were ever going to.” You say, a laugh creeping its way out of your mouth. He lets you go with a shake of his head, and you rub your thumb over where he touched you. His touch was gentle, even as you were pulling against him. Just as he always is with you.

He moves to walk in front of you, walking backwards with his hands in your pockets as you follow him. “I could snap one day, you know. I’m an escaped criminal, who knows what I’m capable of?” He shrugs. There’s a familiar look in his eye, one you know so well you can spot it from a mile away.

“Yeah, you’re just a big bad asshole. Maybe I shouldn’t even be here with you at all.” You state, raising your eyebrows. “Maybe I should just leave you to your own devices.” You don’t want to. You would never want to. If he isn’t by your side, something is sick and twisted in the world.

He scoffs lightly. “Nah, you’re stuck with me.” He smiles. “You’d get lost in here if it wasn’t for this big bad asshole.”

You open your mouth, offended. “I’ve lived near this place for way longer than you have. If anything, you’re the one that would be getting lost.” You side-step a bench, just narrowly missing the edge of it. Patrick looks at you with a skeptical expression.

“Oh, my mistake. Carry on.” He speeds up his walking pace, dodging any passers-by as you try to keep up with him.

“Hey, come back!” You voice, slightly louder than you would’ve liked, yet your words seem to fall on deaf ears as he continues his path. “Patrick, I’m serious.” Once again, he ignores you. This boy is going to be the death of you.

When you finally catch up to him, he’s standing in front of a Victoria’s Secret with a shit-eating grin on his face. He looks at you, then the mannequin in the window. You shake your head vigorously as he points. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Wanna get sexy with me?”

“Absolutely not.” You respond. Your cheeks are on fire just thinking about stepping into that store with him. Even the idea of picking out lingerie with Patrick is mortifying.

He shrugs then steps into the store, leaving you to make a choice- follow him or keep your dignity intact. Of course, you choose the option he knew you would choose. With a sigh, you walk in behind him.

Immediately he picks up a skimpy pink bra and holds it to his chest, looking at you questioningly. “Would this look good on me?” He asks, eyes wide and innocent. This man is more insane than you ever realized. You groan, deciding to just fuck it and join in on the fun.

“Nah, you’re not a pink girl. This, however, would look amazing with your skintone.” You pick up a light blue bodysuit, complete with scandalous cut-outs and lace. His irises light up with a smile.

“I’ll be sure to try it on.” He says.

You spend more time than you initially would’ve liked in that Victoria’s Secret, but it’s fulfilling in a way you never could have imagined. Messing around with him is so incredibly fun, no matter the location. You’ve never helped a guy pretend to model lingerie before, and it’s a lot more freeing than you thought. For once, you are focused solely on him, not the thoughts of the people surrounding you. Of course, their thoughts are probably malicious because you’re two teenagers making fun of clothing, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

When you first met him, you wouldn’t have pegged Patrick as the kind of guy to do these sorts of things. He was incredibly flippant, and though he joked around a lot, as a freshman he almost never did anything that could be considered “cringy”. As you got to know him, though, looking deeper and deeper into what made him him, you discovered something. He has a penchant for making you laugh. And a penchant for getting into trouble, although it isn’t always his intention.

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave if you’re not going to buy anything.” The store attendant calls, a grimace on her face. You pause mid-laugh, but Patrick only laughs harder. “I’m serious.” She says. “I’ll have mall security throw you out.”

Patrick shrugs. “Ooh, I’m so scared.” You jab him in the side with your elbow, and he pretends to double over.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.” You respond, voice sugary sweet. She looks at you skeptically. You absolutely do not want to be kicked out of your favorite mall today, so you grab Patrick by the arm and hightail it out of there as he snickers.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am.” He mocks, “I didn’t mean to make you mad!”

“That’s not even close to what I sound like.” You snort. He’s tried to mimic your voice many times in the past, and each one is worse than the time before. He smiles, eyes squinting beautifully in the artificial light. “Let’s get out of here before that lady threatens us more.” You start walking in a new direction, and this time, he is the one to follow.

As much as you hate to admit he’s right, you don’t really know where you’re heading. All you can think of is how nice his voice sounds and how intoxicating being near him is, much to your dismay. He’s like his own stupid addiction to you. If he was a cigarette, you know damn well you wouldn’t be able to put him down.

You visit a few stores, joking around with Patrick once again. You don’t stay in any one place for very long, though. You wouldn’t want to repeat the Victoria’s Secret situation, but the look in his eyes is begging you to.

You keep walking, making idle conversation before he pulls you to the side. “Why don’t we get a bite to eat?” Patrick suggests, pointing to the food court. “My treat.”

“I could go for some food right now, but you don’t have to pay.” You protest. “I brought money.”

“I just got paid. It’s no problem.” He says, walking over to your favorite food stand. Curse him for knowing your favorite item, curse him for ordering it for you and him to share, and curse him for pulling out his wallet and paying before you can push him to the side.

You frown. “I’m gonna pay you back one way or another.” You mutter as he collects your food. He turns to you, a sparkle in his gaze.

“How about with a kiss?” He grins. Secretly, he hopes you do. You scrunch your nose, seemingly in disgust. You shouldn’t want to kiss him, but the thought tickles your lips like a feather.

“Fat chance, Verona.”

His lips quirk up at your response. “C’mon, not even a little one?”

You look at him with an expression that makes his stomach turn. You seem slightly disgusted, a little curious, and just a tad bit sad. He takes it as a definite no, turning his attention to the bench he spots just outside of the mall. He briskly walks away, gesturing at you to follow. His silence at your words and look makes you bite your tongue.

He sits on the bench, holding the food out for you, and you sit next to him. The outside air is vaguely warm, and the wind smells like him.

You share the food, making sure he helps you eat the thing he bought. After a minute, when you’re mid-chew, he wipes a crumb off of your lip with the tip of his thumb. Your heart gives a mighty flutter as you gape at him. You pause, and he pulls back his hand like he didn’t know what he was doing. You finish your bite, hesitantly, waiting to see if he’s going to say anything. He doesn’t, and you brush off the butterflies in your stomach. It was an accident, probably. That’s what you tell yourself.

The silence stretches on as you finish your food. You’re a little worried now- Patrick may be quiet when unprompted, but this is the first time in a long while that he has seemed at a loss for words. You’re his best friend. If he’s going to be silent around someone, it has never proven to be you.

You decide to break the silence. For the second time that day, you think “fuck it” and open your mouth. You might regret it, and you might decide to play it off as a joke, but you must say something.

“You know, back at the food court, I really did want to kiss you.” You voice simply, leaning into his shoulder. He looks at you, not wanting to hope. Not wanting to believe that this is real, that this is happening, and that he can have the thing he’s been craving for years now.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, putting his arm around you. The sun is setting, but it feels like no time has passed at all.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and steeling your nerves. You consider the other choice, the one that plays his emotions like a fool. You can’t back out of this now. You can’t hurt him like that, even if he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. He doesn’t deserve it. “I like you, Patrick. I think I might even love you. I just don’t know what to do.”

There’s a beat of silence as he processes your words. His heart is so alive that he feels like it might jump out of his chest and dance while he tries to keep the excitement to a minimum. You feel the same way. God, you feel the same way.

“We’ll figure it out.” He states. You look up at him.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You shift uncomfortably. Did you just fuck up your relationship with your best friend? Worry floods your veins, pushing past the comfort that the feeling of his arms around you brings. You can think of nothing else but the possibility of rejection.

A ghost of a smile lies gently on his lips as he looks out at the orange horizon. “It means I love you too.”

You sit up, eyes widening. “Do you mean it?” Your voice comes out slightly breathy, as you repeat his words over and over in your head. It worked out. Like so many things, this worked out. You have never been happier than you are right now. The birds flapping overhead call, and your body feels as light as them.

“I mean it as much as you do.” There it is, that small hint of insecurity. That little pinch that tells you he’s as afraid of messing this up as you are. Luckily for him, there is absolutely nothing that he can say or do right now to make you love him less.

“I mean it. I really mean it, Pat.” You murmur. He reaches out to touch the side of your face with his palm before kissing your forehead softly. The pressure of his skin on yours explodes your mind with colorful fireworks. If you died right now, you would die happy. You love him beyond words.

He looks at you, dark eyes shining in the dimming light. “I do too.”

You sit like that for a long while. The sun gives you the last glimpses of its dying rays, lighting you both in a special kind of fire. There are no words exchanged and no breaks of the heavenly silence, but you feel him. You know him. He knows you. And now, you and he can grasp the breadth of each other’s feelings. For this night, and all nights to come, your friendship will never be the same.

Taglist: @skeletonfromthecloset

#tsbsy ; patrick verona ☀️#patrick verona x reader #patrick verona #patrick verona imagines #10 things i hate about you #10tihay #ten things i hate about you #x reader #heath ledger #fanfic #fanfiction

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championleonsslut · 2 months

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How about sweet and tender "Thank God You're Alive" comfort sex with Leon? Like, during the Darkest Day, Y/N got attacked by Eternatus trying to help Leon/save Hop and almost died (Leon actually got told by the doctors she was going to die) but survived. Now that they're home and together again, Leon absolutely needs to make love to her to not only show that he loves her but to know that she is THERE, alive and well, with him. And he cries. So much ;w; Pretty please? I'll make you your favorite pastry!

I’ve seen this ask on a few other blogs and would LOVE to try my hand at it (also sorry to disappoint you but I don’t eat sugar or sweet treats… I do love savory foods though 👀)

Sweet and tender nsfw, almost death, angst, marriage proposal

“Squeal as loud as you can, Love.”

Eternatus was horrifying.

It was massive, and loud, and more powerful than any Pokemon you’d ever seen.

Leon had told you not to follow him to take it on, but you didn’t listen. You needed to help him, so you raced after him.

He had already weakened it with Aegislash, Dragapult, and now Charizard… But it wasn’t enough. He told you to get somewhere safe, because he was terrified of losing you. The girl he had a ring box stored away in his closet for with a beautiful band inside.

But Eternatus had other ideas, it blasted you instead, despite Charizard’s attempts to cover you. You were flung across the top of Hammerlocke Stadium, and smashed your head right into the wall.

Leon had never seen so much blood, let alone how weakly you were breathing. Hop and Gloria were able to come in to help with Zacian and Zazamenta, so he could rush you to the hospital.

You were knocked out beyond belief, and stayed that way for many days. Leon hardly left your side. He barely ate, or slept. Just sat beside you and waited for you to wake up.

Oh how badly he wanted to propose after the match was over… But now you might be dead for all he knows. It could be all over.

But then.

Then you woke up.

Leon was overjoyed, and while being excited still tried to be as gentle with you as possible. You were able to go back to your shared apartment a few days later.

You had your arms wrapped around one another.

Leon was snuggled into your neck, “I missed you.”

You smiled, “I know. I missed you too… You big dork.”

He snorted, and left a soft kiss on your neck.

“Can I show you how much I missed you?” You felt him smirk against your neck.

“Horny already?”

Leon groaned at your response.

You pulled back from him, and batted your eyelashes up at him.

“Make love to me, Leon.”

He chuckled and scooped you up.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of movement. Leon gently lead you to the bedroom, locking the door just in case. The next thing you knew, you were on the bed with him on top of you, smothering your neck, and lips in kisses.

His tongue wove its way into your mouth as he gently began removing your clothes, and you fiddled with his belt.

You could already feel his dick straining his pants, and were quite excited to have him inside you again. But first you’d have to wait, as once you were undressed, Leon first stretched you out with his fingers as he left hickies all over your neck and shoulders.

He started with one, then it was two, then it was three. You were already dripping wet, and his lips all over your body only made you more sensitive. Your moans were soft and breathy, as Leon gently yet firmly tried to prepare you for him.

“Leon…” You mumbled, as he stroked against that sensitive spot inside you.

“I know, I know. You want the main event already… Are you sure, darling?” He smiled down at you.

You rapidly nodded, and he chuckled as he licked your juices off his fingers, and began getting rid of his boxers.

Leon gently and tenderly slid inside you, and his thrusts were calculated and slow. The room was filled with moans, groans, cries and whimpers for the other as you kissed one another.

Leon gazed down at you as he bottomed out inside you again.

“Fuck… Babe, I need you to marry me.”

You let out a soft moan and blinked up at him.

“Leon… Are you, mmfph… Are you proposing? With your dick inside me?”

He nodded, “Uh-huh. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

You chuckled, and brought him down for another kiss as your cunt clenched around him.

“Yes.”

He grinned down at you, and as a thank-you, you got to cum a total of eleven times that night. What can I say? Leon’s good with his tongue.

#champion leon #pokemon leon #trainer leon #pokemon #request #anon ask #champion leon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #champion leon headcannons #pokemon leon headcannons

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Maybe it's the primal/prey in me. But I like the idea of fighting a werewolf during a camping trip because my friends are pusses who'd try to run while I would be like bring it on bitch. And they feel the urge to mate me instead. So they then have them try to befriend me and learn my routine as a human so they could get me alone when I'm not protecting anyone else so they could see that fear in my eyes and try to feel the urge to kill me, and they still find feel the need to make me their mate. They've seen me both vulnerable and powerful and they need to possess all of me

God, there was this idea I've been having and building on about a Reader who retreats to a small town that's more rural and closed off than a typical city and you're basically becoming burnt out on modern human society to the point you quite legitimately feel the urge to just turn into a hermit living in a shack somewhere just to get away from it all, and one night you're so sleep deprived because those goddamn wolves keep howling near your place and you're struggling with your job and you hate your life and your family and all the bad stories in the news that, you just walk outside and start running through the woods on a moonlit night, just running and running because you just feel afraid, trapped, you need to get away, you dont even know anymore, and eventually going really deep into the forest into a clearing or something before you just start screaming and wailing and calling out, just crying with your entire soul, and suddenly there are the wolves, they're there with you, not attacking or anything, just beginning to all howl with you as you scream your anguish out to the night sky

And the next morning you're going to the grocery store and your eyes are all swollen and puffy and people aren't like completely mean mugging you as an outsider anymore and you go to check out your groceries and you realize you forgot your wallet and you're about to start absolutely bawling your eyes out and about to put everything back when suddenly multiple people are stepping forward to chip in, oh its their pleasure, everyone has struggles, we've all been there right? Except?? They were all treating you like shit basically since you got here, what changed?

Gee it may have had something to do with like having a massive ass breakdown in front of a really suspiciously large number of wolves who just kind of watched over you and lowkey herded you back towards your home when you were done crying. You know how fucking big wolves are? They sure ain't dog sized. Some of these werewolf audiobooks describe the alpha wolves nearly rivaling the size of bears sometimes 😭 you're just crying and suddenly you're ready to piss yourself because the biggest wolf of the entire group is like, gingerly stepping up to you with paws the size of your fucking head and you're thinking it's slowly approaching because it's about to attack or give you a "test bite" like when bears are checking if something is edible and it just. Gives you a quick nuzzle, maybe a lick to your wet cheeks

Like imagine if, obviously you don't know this is a werewolf pack and you're probably none too keen on having your snow white moment, so if they pretended to be vicious creatures by, say, growling and approaching you really aggressively, well, youre going to take off running (unless you faint which is an entirely different problem) and maaaaybe it's a total coincidence they chase you all the way back to your house when you hadn't realized how lost and far from home you were? And maybe they also thought it was quite fun to run with you, even if you were crying and acting like a little bunny, a little piece of fragile prey for them. Wolves do love a good chase, platonic or otherwise c;

I know I derailed from what you were actually talking about though lol, but I guess the more "feral" nature of the two ideas reminded me of each other lol. I HAVE listened to werewolf audiobooks where the guy was into his mate fighting back because as a wolf, male, and alpha, it sated his natural desires to like impose dominance and control, and also just the primal sloppiness of it, so like, imagine you've got this werewolf sonuvabitch just chasing you and trying to you know "mate" and he's all but open mouth drooling because he "likes em feisty" and its like boy I am literally trying to KILL YOU? Like imagine managing to get the jump on him, like you hide and jump out from around a corner, amd bash him over the head with a rock or a big stick, and it would have worked, IF he was human, so he just turns around all "you know what, im actually impressed c:" before, you know, folding you like a pretzel and breeding you 😩💦

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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soulsxng · 8 months

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...Also, because this was in a drabble and I don't want people to have to go looking through a bunch of drabbles to find the exact explanation, this is what is actually causing the Corruption. (contrary to what they told the big group meeting)

Essentially, there are more existences out there than the one that the Creation Trio made (aka, where all the muses are), along with more Creationary Sets to watch over those other existences. Siffo, for instance, is from another existence entirely, and was a Set with three other Creationary Beings that have since been destroyed along with the existence they once had.

When this happens, the Creationary Being-- Siffo, in this example-- is essentially tossed back into the between space where they first woke up. They are supposed to be wholly unable to enter the existences of another Set, and end up drifting about until they run out of energy and finally disperse...except that's not what happened with Siffo.

Siffo was lucky enough to find the veil of the Trio's existence, and risked expending some of their last bits of energy to try to attract the attention of someone/something that would let them in.

Cue Ber finding this spot of incredibly potent energy that very much resembles Creation's, but...isn't quite the same. Upon further investigation, it seemed like there was far more beyond the veil that this energy was seeping through, and Ber wanted it. In order to accomplish this, he used Alsina to enable him to steal a mass of energy from the Pits of Hell...which he then used to try to poke a hole in the veil and siphon the energy out.

And that was all Siffo needed to break their way into this existence. Though that was dealt with rather quickly, as Siffo isn't malevolent by nature-- they just wanted to live-- they were able to strike a sort of agreement with the Trio to be allowed to stay.

The hole they tore in the veil was repaired immediately afterwards, but it's not by any means a perfect fix. And because of this, the other side of the veil, in the between space that the Creationary Beings are from, has a sort of scar that is extremely noticeable considering the fact that the rest of the area is blank space.

That's how the problem began, was with that scar.

Another displaced Creationary Being found the scar, and was able to much more easily reach through to contact someone-- this time, Irazor, the leader of a black market/trafficking group that goes by Ma'ilach. Though he wasn't Corrupted, the other being was able to make themselves "heard" by him; essentially driving him to madness so that Irazor would do its bidding.

With the energy Irazor subsequently gathered, he was essentially only able to poke a few small holes in the veil. And while that wasn't enough for the being to slip through, it was enough for them to force their own energy through, with the goal of claiming enough of the Trio's creations that they can strengthen themselves enough to enter. Or for said claimed creations to break them through. Either way, it wants to steal this existence away from the Trio by any means necessary. The claiming process is what's causing the Corruption, as their energy is-- while raw creationary energy-- a different frequency from the Trio's. This new frequency is overriding the Trio's, who at the moment, have to more or less wait for the claim to finish before reclaiming the beings and things for themselves again.

The cure they're talking about is essentially intended to be a band-aid, where they can "store" the corruption somewhere until either this other being finally runs out of energy and disperses...or until they can figure out how to seize control of/manipulate this other frequency of energy right off the bat, which would render it harmless.

#[The Corruption Arc]#Luckily Siffo has been around for a bit now #which means that they and the Trio have already been slowly learning how to interact with each other's energy #so at the very least they're not looking for a cure or learning how to manipulate this new frequency of energy completely from scratch!

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vidalinav · 2 years

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Nesta peered up at him with soft blinking eyes, and he couldn’t bare to look at her when his heart was caught in his throat. Cassian looked at her hand instead, where it laid on his arm. His shirt was trapped in her fist, gripped so tightly by her fingers. He wondered if she felt it too. That permanent goodbye, tangible in the midnight air.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowing in a way that felt too familiar. Cassian wished to memorize that look, but he found that he already had. It had been tucked in his pocket for safe keeping, for so long now that he’d only just begun to realize that he didn’t need to hold onto the memory so tightly anymore.

Now, he yearned to learn her all over again. Tuck it in his heart instead, where all this precious love was stored. Somewhere where it couldn’t escape him.

“I have to leave soon,” he spoke. Quietly. So the night might not hear him and his whispered dreams, so the moon wouldn’t call him a fool with its thousand eyes.

The only sound out of her lips was a soft, “oh.”

It made him ache. The perfect picture of her that he couldn’t quite capture. He wished he still had the symphonia... to record her voice like it was music. He wished he hadn’t stupidly gotten rid of it. Cassian had thrown it at the wall.

In those first days, he couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t keep looking at it without seeing her face, wishing that her body was next to his. That he could dance with her one more time.

Now... how would he remember her--hold onto her?

But Nesta merely wrung her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She was filled with nervous movement and Cassian grazed his gaze over her form, checking to make sure every part of her was untouched and unharmed.

Her perfect pink lips parted, and under the light of the streets, he could see a blush bloom on her face. “I think you should know,” she started, breathless as she spoke, “that I liked you being here. Every minute.”

All this time and it was slipping right through his fingers.

Nesta’s voice hushed, her eyes looking away unsure. “I... I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life.”

Cassian closed his eyes, willing himself to remain calm. She wasn’t fae and he thanked his lucky stars she couldn’t hear his rampant heart. The truth spilling from his lips would be his downfall.

But some truth couldn’t be contained. Like stars, they fell across the skies, tip toeing across his skin. “I swear, I wished for you every night.”

Nesta gasped at the words, something small and soft. “Then why are you leaving?”

“Because,” Cassian groaned, shaking his head, trying to align his thoughts. “Because I don’t belong here, Nesta. You don’t belong with me. You belong here.”

He was nearly pulling away, ready to run, to get away, but Nesta’s grip on his arm traveled to his neck. She tilted his head down, peering up at him with big, moon-bright eyes. Call me a fool, he wanted to beg.

“But your hand fits perfectly in mine,” she whispered across his lips. He breathed in her scent, tried to commit it to memory. That perfect hint of lavender. “And your heart,” she said, moving her hand to his chest. “It beats and I swear I’ve known that song all my life.”

“You were just suppose to be a dream,” he croaked. His eyes stung and he couldn’t help but pant, trying to expel all that ache from his lungs.

“Then dream of me, Cassian.” And with those words, Nesta kissed him. A touch so soft and sweet, she might have been bringing him back to life. “But I’ll still be here in the morning.”

@arinbelle @rarephloxes

#nessian #nesta archeron #the next life #vidalinav writes snippets #okay well that should be enough of that #but if you are for some reason fascinated with this fic you may request another piece of it should you have any particular scene or topic #in mind #so says my email correspondent voice

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Max the War Correspondent and Private Chloe

“Show me your war face, private Price!” – said Max Caulfield, the war correspondent for “Seattle Post-Intelligencer”.

It was September 1944, a rural area somewhere in Belgium. Max had been sent to photograph the brave boys and girls fighting to liberate Europe. She was assigned a junior staff officer, Alyssa Anderson, who drove her around from one unit to another, so that she could take pictures. It was important to keep the public’s support for the war effort high and photo ops like that were a way to achieve that.

Max tried to photograph as many soldiers as she could. They all deserved to be remembered for their bravery, for their part in the fight against evil. But when she met private Price, she decided not to save her camera film that one time and to expend an entire roll on an impromptu photo session. The other soldiers watched this, giggling, clearly seeing that private Price caught the eye of the gorgeous brunette war correspondent.

Chloe attempted to make a scary face, but the effect made Max laugh. Chloe was way too adorable to be making convincing war faces. Max snapped the last picture, fully expending the roll of film. The photo session was a success. Private Chloe saluting. Private Chloe in full panoply of war, presenting arms. Private Chloe resting her foot on a German helmet with a bullet hole in it. Private Chloe smiling, short strands of her strawberry blonde hair escaping from beneath her helmet.

Chloe approached Max.

“So, Miss Caulfield …”

“Call me Max”.

“Max … Are you really going to publish your photographs of me? Or is it just something you tell all the girls to make them like you?”

Max smiled at her joke. And blushed a little.

“When I get back home, I’m going to give all the photos to my editor. He’s going to decide whose pictures get published. But you can bet I’m going to recommend yours”.

“Your paper is from Seattle, right? And where are you from?”

“Oregon. Tiny town called Arcadia Bay. You’ve probably never heard of it”.

Chloe became visibly animated: “Arcadia Bay? No way! That’s where I’m from, too. And tiny town? Look at miss big city over here! There’s everything there one could possibly need. A cinema, a library, a diner, two different grocery stores, a gas station and an auto repair centre. That’s where I used to work. I used to be a car mechanic before I was conscripted. I hope they will still have work for me when I get back home”.

Max would love to show her around Seattle, with its multiple cinemas and multiple libraries, not to mention other establishments, like theatres and restaurants, where two young gals could spend some quality time.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Chloe. I didn’t hate Arcadia Bay. I left when I was a kid because my father found work in Seattle. City life is … different. Not necessarily better, but different”.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just busting your ladyballs, Max”.

“Chloe, I know we’ve just met, but …”

A piercing whizz announced the arrival of a mortar shell. Chloe grabbed Max in her arms and they both fell to the ground, with Chloe on top. While Chloe was very skinny, her gear made her quite heavy. The shell exploded nearby. Chloe felt a piece of shrapnel hitting her back. She rolled off Max.

“Are you okay, Max?”

“Of course I am. You shielded me with your own body! Thank you!”

“Uncle Sam is always happy to help his citizens”.

“Chloe, but what about you?”

“I … don’t know. I felt something hit my back. Can you take a look, Max?”

Max felt her heart drop. But when she looked at Chloe’s back, she instantly felt relieved.

“You’re okay, Chloe. The shrapnel hit your backpack and it was caught by your canteen. You won’t be able to eat soup, but you’ll live”.

“With how unappetizing our rations are, my health is set to improve”.

Max giggled.

Commander of the unit, lieutenant Madsen, barked orders: “Take positions! They are coming! You too, Price! Up and at them!”

Gunshots and explosions signified the incoming battle.

Max knew she had only one shot at this.

Before private Price had a chance to get up and head towards the firefight, Max placed her hands on Chloe’s cheeks, turned her face towards her and kissed her lips. At first Chloe was surprised, but she quickly began to kiss her back.

“I’m going to write you, Chloe. And after the war, come find me. You know where I work”.

Alyssa dragged Max away to the jeep. Chloe looked at Max dreamingly for a moment, having finally realized who she was fighting for. Then she ran to join her comrades in battle.

After two years and dozens of letters, one snowy afternoon Max left the offices of the “Seattle Post-Intelligencer” and to her surprise saw Chloe standing outside. She ran to embrace and kiss her.

“In your last letter you didn’t mention you were finally going to be discharged!”

“In the army they taught us that the element of surprise is crucial”.

“Come, private Price. Let me show you big city life”.

#chloe price #max caulfield #pricefield #life is strange #lis #life is strange fanfiction #fanfiction #alternate universe #AU

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 23

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It was nearly lunch when she woke up the next day. Cora had gone out, having some errands to run. While Louisa wasn’t quite keen on being alone, it was also nice that Cora was taking some time for herself. She’d spent so much time at her place that Lou was feeling guilty.

After eating a small lunch, she knew she didn’t want to go out, but she also couldn’t just sit around. So to occupy her mind, she started pulling out ingredients for a new recipe she wanted to try: Lemon Bars. She’d never made them before but figured it was worth a try. Not to mention, it was going to take somewhere between 3 and 4 hours.

She had just finished baking the crust and was starting on the filling when Cora came back.

“Something smells delicious! What do you have going on in there?” She went into the kitchen to find Louisa stirring a thick, yellow substance.

“I’m making lemon bars.”

“I didn’t know you could make lemon bars.”

“I don’t know if I can. This is the first time I’ve tried.” She continued to stir until she was satisfied with both the taste and consistency.

“Well, your brownies are delicious. I can’t imagine you baking anything that doesn’t turn out well.” It was apparent how eager Cora was to try out the new dessert.

“When I made the brownies the other day, it felt calming, soothing. So I thought I’d try making something else to distract myself, and I enjoyed it. I may start looking up recipes for other things.” She got her phone out to show Cora some of the things she’d already been looking at, including millionaire bars, chocolate chip biscuits, and others.

“Just working on these lemon bars, they take forever, but it keeps my mind occupied.”

They continued to chat as Louisa finished mixing the filling, pouring it into the pan and then placing that into the oven. While waiting for them to finish baking, Cora helped look through some recipes and start a grocery list for items she was missing. Eventually, the lemon bars were done and cooling. Lou was sure to sprinkle powdered sugar over the final product once cool before letting Cora try them.

“Holy shit, these are amazing!”

“Really?”

“No, they’re awful. Of course they are! Would I lie to you?”

Louisa eyed her for a moment. Cora wasn’t one to lie to her, especially not about food. “I, uh, thank you.”

“If you want, we can go to the store to pick up the ingredients on this list, or we can have them delivered?”

Louisa opted for getting the items delivered. Even though Cora suggested they could call Bruno, she wasn’t feeling up to going out just yet. Sure enough, the items were picked up and delivered a couple hours later. Just after they put away the groceries, the doorbell rang again.

“I wonder who that is? I’m not expecting anything else.” Cora offered and went to check. Opening the door, she saw Chad holding up one side of a piece of furniture.

“If you don’t mind, could you move? I’d like to put this down, please.” Cora moved out of the way, and in came Chad and Brad carrying a couch. Louisa came out of the kitchen when she heard the rumblings going on.

“What the…..what are you doing? What is that?”

Brad laughed. “I thought you might recognize what a couch looks like at this point. If not, we’re in some serious trouble.”

She laughed. “Hardy har har. I know what a couch is, but what is that couch doing here?”

The guys placed the couch on its side. “Well, you needed a new one, and we found this the other day. Plus, your current one is a piece of shit.”

Louisa looked at him half offended.

“Oh come off it. It’s crap and you know it.”

She laughed. “I know. Cora and I were going to start looking at replacing this old one soon, but you beat me to it.” She looked at the one they brought in. It was perfect except for 1 thing. “It’s too big. How is that even going to fit?”

Without saying anything, the guys took the old couch and put it in the hall temporarily before coming back in and re-arranging her living room, adjusting where the coffee table was put as well as the TV once they had it in place. It all worked but just barely considering the size of her place; however, Chad and Brad knew what they were doing apparently.

Brad looked at her. “Like that.”

She went and hugged each of them. “Thank you so much! How much do I owe you guys?”

Cora plated and brought out the lemon bars for the guys to try. “You don’t owe us anything. Brad was dying to get this, but I told him it wouldn’t work at the cafe, and we didn’t need one at home. So this was the next best place.”

“You’ve got to let me repay you somehow?”

The guys each swiped a lemon bar, moaning with contentment as they bit into it. “This is payment enough. Damn girl! Where you been hiding these?”

Chad piped in. “You didn’t tell us you could bake!”

Louisa blushed. “I haven’t really baked much since I was a kid. The other day I was thinking about the brownies mum and I used to make and thought I’d see if I could still do it.”

Cora nodded. “And yes, she can. Damn those were good brownies.”

Brad looked from Cora back over to Louisa. “You made brownies and didn’t share? I’m the one who should be offended.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make them again and save you guys some.” Louisa smiled at them.

Cora couldn’t help but add to that. “We just got a bunch of ingredients. She had a few ideas of things she wanted to try to make.”

“She’s right. I found from making the brownies and then again with the lemon bars that something about it feels…..cathartic? Is that the right word?”

Chad finished his lemon bar and went to grab another one. “Well, if you need taste testers, we volunteer our services.”

Cora inquired if the guys had anything going on that evening. “We don’t. What’s up?”

“How about we order pizza and watch a movie on the new couch?”

Everyone agreed. Cora took care of ordering while Brad helped Louisa put the remaining lemon bars away, and Chad went through the movie options.

“OMG You guys have Labyrinth???”

“It’s Lou’s favorite movie.”

Brad chimed in from the kitchen. “MINE TOO, BITCH!” Everyone laughed. Queuing up the movie for when the food arrived, the guys told Cora and Louisa about the current happenings at the cafe.

“Chad is on the hunt for someone to supply cookies and such. It’s the only thing missing that we can think of.”

Chad nodded. “It would bring the cafe up to a whole new level! You know I’m right! How many coffee shops do you know that don’t offer some kind of treat or snack?”

“Chad already found himself a snack though.” Brad laughed, throwing a pillow at his hubs.

Cora and Louisa raised an eyebrow at that remark, forcing the guys to elaborate.

“This tall drink of water came in a few days ago. Handsome, actual manners, and a nice, tight ass.”

Brad threw another pillow at Chad. “Hey!”

Chad kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t worry, hon. I only have eyes for you. He’s just my hall pass.”

“Your what?” Louisa had no idea what that was. Brad explained. “A hall pass. It’s an agreement in a relationship that they can nail someone else without repercussions, usually just once.”

“I’ve never heard of that before. I think that’s fun to think about.”

“And that’s all it’ll ever be, but if he actually had a shot with the guy, I can’t say I’d be too upset. I’m pretty sure he’s straight, tho.”

Chad scoffed. “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Honey, he came in with some lady a couple days ago.”

“HE COULD BE BI! DON’T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!” Everyone laughed. No one could blame him.

Once the pizza arrived, they all cozied up on the couch to eat and watch the film.

Loki: How are you doing this evening, darling? Alright, I hope?

Sigyn: I’m doing surprisingly well, actually. Frigga is here as well as……Lets call them Fandral and Hogun?

Loki: lol I’m loving how we keep with the Norse mythology names. I’m guessing one of them is Chad?

Sigyn: Haha yes. They decided to surprise me with a couch they found to replace my old crappy one.

Loki: That was very kind of them.

Sigyn: I tried to tell them no, but they wouldn’t listen.

Loki: Nor should they. You should have something better than an awful sofa.

Sigyn: I suppose you’re right. I just feel bad knowing they spent their hard earned money on it.

Loki: They sound like incredible friends. Let them do this for you. It’ll make them happy.

Sigyn: If you insist.

Loki: I do.

In reality, while James was happy his Sigyn was doing alright, it burned his core that there were not just 1 but 2 gentlemen in her apartment, both of whom weren’t him.

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