#i have a plan worked out. it's gonna be okay.
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it's not about the roses
pairing: chan x reader (i wrote it with idol!chan or producer!chan in mind, but despite a brief mention of the studio it can fit any au, really)
word count: 1,1k
genre/warnings: er, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint but overall just tooth rotting sweetness. reader being kinda vulnerable
author's note: inspired by my and @skzms 's channie brain worms, me crying over how boyfie he is in may's dms and her coming up with this little prompt. i'm manifesting a sweet healthy relationship for y'all, never settle for less <3
you were never the one for flowers, really.
it just didn’t seem anything meaningful or special, an occasional cute little bouquet on some first date you had ages ago, meeting someone completely new after mindlessly swiping them right on a dating app.
plus, it’s always such a bother to take care for it. disassemble the thing, cut the stems, change the water, maybe cut off the leaves too.
at some point, you began to think of yourself as more of a practical person, taking gift giving to the point where it completely lost symbolism. always getting your friends and family either money or something they specifically asked for.
“at least, they’re actually gonna use it and get some utility out of it. ‘s good, right?” you thought to yourself, ticking a box on one of your friend’s wishlists for their birthday.
it is good. no stress of choosing and endlessly pondering whether they’ll like it or not.
or is it avoiding the vulnerability of going down a more symbolic route if they don’t happen to respond to your gift the way you’d like them to after carefully planting hidden meanings and confessions all over a seemingly useless present?
yeah, maybe, that’s the one, actually.
it was a regular saturday evening, no work, no plans, no big day or anything to celebrate. so, naturally, you were just spending the time at your place, resting after successfully having done all the house chores in one go.
purposelessly lying on the bed, you wondered what chris was up to. it wasn’t something out of the ordinary for you two to leave each other hanging during the day, keeping each other’s messages unread and waiting for some free time to give a thoughtful, proper reply.
but the little “1” next to your kakaotalk message was starting to feel unfriendly because... honestly? you just missed him. you wanted to know about his day, what he ate for lunch and whether work was okay today (knowing full well the man couldn’t care less about days of the week, coming over at the studio any time he needed or pleased).
distracting yourself with scrolling tiktok for a quick dopamine hit, you end up losing track of time a little. and the thing bringing you back to reality is chan’s short message, popping up on your notifications bar.
“can you come out for a sec? i’m at the door hehe~”
it takes you three times to read to finally understand what it actually means.
he doesn’t have keys to your apartment yet, and you mostly hang out at his place anyways, so him coming all the way to the opposite side of the city makes your heart skip a beat.
you rush to the door and open it almost immediately, only to see channie, your channie, standing right in front of you with a nice bouquet of red roses wrapped up in kraft paper.
the next thing you notice is chan’s wide smile, so sincere and endearing it makes you wanna cry on the spot.
you were never the one for flowers, really.
red roses always seemed like something either too vulgar or “easy”. something that becomes men’s first pick because they just never care enough to look for anything else and assume every girl loves it by default.
right now, however, it doesn’t feel like either of those.
the way chris is a bit nervous and really excited all at once; his hands gripping at the crunchy paper-wrapped base as he's waiting to give the flowers to you.
the way his eyes sparkle and shine with warmth and genuine adoration for you. and you read past the roses, you learn so much more from it.
you learn how he’s been quiet because he was plotting a little surprise for you, trying not to be too obvious.
you see how he thought of you during the entire process, from an idea to carefully picking out the best flowers, making sure they’re fresh and pretty and will stay this way a while.
you can hear his timid little “thank you” to the florist as they exchange their bows and polite smiles.
you imagine the slightly awkward small talk with the taxi driver asking him about the occasion — the traffic and the parking area next to your building are awful, so you’re guessing he did take the taxi. and the drivers sure love to talk on the long drives, this one you had to learn the hard way.
gosh, chan looks so warm and… so soft, his lips making a familiar heartbreaking :] shape.
snapping out of your thoughts, you look into chris’s eyes and swallow down a salty lump in your throat.
“please don’t be alarmed, but i probably will cry a little,” you warn him before your voice gives out and take the roses, holding them close to your chest where the heart is bleeding.
“so pretty,” you stare down at the gentle velvety petals and sniff quietly.
chan looks worried for a moment but quickly pulls you into his embrace, stepping into the apartment and locking the door behind him.
“hey-y, i expected a smile, not your tears, baby. i didn’t upset you, did i?” to which you shake your head to reassure him.
“no, no, ‘course not! what do you mean? they’re so nice. i’m just… really happy? and i missed you. so much,” the last words come out like a weak mouse squeak as you close your eyes and let your emotions roll down your cheeks, staining your skin wet.
chan nods and takes your face into his palms, wiping away the tears and looking at you so lovingly you think you might actually break.
“i missed you too, baby. do you mind if i stay the night? i…- uh. i bought some face masks too, so we can just relax a little before bed and cuddle?”
you squeeze out a little “yeah” in response, headbutting his forehead and putting your arm around him, with another still holding the roses carefully.
“i love you,” you say slightly louder, making sure that he hears it.
maybe, gifts don’t have to be practical all the time.
maybe, it’s okay to put sentimental value into simple, useless things sometimes. make them mean something.
“i love you too, baby,” chris hums still a little confused, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back and planting a chaste kiss on the bridge of your nose.
you reach for his plump soft lips and press yours against them.
and even though your tastebuds can feel the salt, it’s the sweetest kiss you two have shared so far.
#skz imagines#skz x reader#skz x you#my fic#bang chan x you#bang chan x reader#chan x reader#chan x you#bang chan x female reader#chan x female reader#skz bang chan#stray kids bang chan#stray kids fanfic#skz fic#my writing#my work#skz fanfic
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Sexy Roommate 18+
Alessia Russo x Reader
Word count: 3,468
Warning: Smut, Dirty Talk, Reader gets seduced by Lessi, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, blow job, multiple Creampies, Squirting, Spanking, pussy slapping, clit teasing, R doming Lessi, Lessi receiving, Lessi touching herself, Positions: Missionary, Doggy, laying on side, riding.
*Y/n's pov*
It was Saturday the first week of Arsenal Alessia and I roommates and share an apartment all the girls have been super welcoming and nice to me. I was rudely woke. Up by my alarm this morning, I roll over and turn it off. Me and Lessi share a room since the apartment we had only had one bedroom with two twin beds in it.
"Mm why do you have an alarm Y/n it's Saturday." Alessia says in a sexy raspy morning voice.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. I had trouble sleeping so I set an alarm so I can go to the gym." I say.
Alessia rolls over . "It's okay." She says.
Her shirt lifts up exposing her ripped, toned abs. I bite my lip as my eyes explore her abs, Lessi smirks and catches me staring at her abs.
"See anything you like?" Alessia teases.
I blush darkly, I cough and clear my throat and look away. Alessia smirks and sits up. Alessia takes off her shirt and tosses it to the side, leaving her in only her sports bra and shorts.
Alessia’s sports bra was riding up a bit so the bottom of her boobs were hanging out at the bottom of her sports bra.
"See something you like?" She asks again as she massages her boobs.
I bite my lip and blush darkly. "Mmm fuck baby, your tits and Abs are amazing." I mutter out unable to look away from the site in front of me.
I cough and clear my throat. "Erm. Well I'm go-gonna go down to the gym and get a work out in. Are there any plans for today?" I say.
Alessia giggles. "You're so cute, to answer your question not that I know of. I mean some of the girls are talking about going out but nothing has been finalized." Alessia says.
I nod. "Okay I'll be back in a bit."
Alessia smiles and nods. I put my shoes on and leave the room and head down to the gym. I get to the gym and start stretching and start weight lifting. While I'm working out Katie McCabe comes into the gym.
Katie smiles and greets me. "Hey Y/n."
I smile and greet her. "Hey Katie."
Katie and I lift weights together, she's a goof gym buddy. Somehow me and her get on the topic of this morning and what Alessia did to me.
"She took off her shirt to show off her abs and sports bra?" Katie asks.
I nod. "Yeah I swear, she was doing it on purpose to tease me."
Katie stops and thinks for a moment. "I moan it's definitely possible."
"Seriously McCabe what do you think?" I ask her.
"You really want to know what?" Katie asks getting serious.
I nod, "yeah I really want to know."
Katie nods and racks the weight once she finishes her set. "She really likes you Y/n. Last camp all she did was talk about you."
"Really? What did she say about me?" I ask curious.
Katie smirks and nods. "She really has the hots for you."
I raise a brow and look at her confused as she says this. "Has the hots for me?"
"Yes has the hots for you....." Katie trails off for a minute debating if she wants to say the next part. "I caught her touching herself to a picture of you." Katie says as she trails her finger down my abs.
"Should've seen her." Katie says teasing me, she lowers her hand and rubs my bulge. "Her fingers deep inside her moaning your name." Katie says seductively.
I moan and bite my lip. Katie smirks and looks at me. "I ate her out right there." Katie sucks.
I moan and look at her, I was getting turned on from her dirty talk. "I fucked her with my strap on too."
I moan at her words. "Fuck Katie, stop teasing." I say getting turned on and sexually frustrated.
Katie giggles and walks away. "Go get balls deep in your roommate." Katie says seductively.
I blush darkly as she makes this comment. "S-Shut up."
"Let me know when you are down with her." Katie smirks, she looks down at my bulge. "I want some of that dick next."
I blush and nod. "Y-Yeah, I'll let you know."
Katie winks at me and leaves the gym. I bite my lip and check out her ass as she leaves. I finish working out and head back up to my room.
I get to the room, I unlock the room I come into the room and I'm met with the site of a naked Alessia. I blush darkly as I close the door behind me.
I turn back to face her. "W-What are you doing?" I blush darkly at the site in front of me.
"Mmm fuck thinking about you." She moans out as she massages her boobs and slowly fingers herself.
I bite my lip and watch as she pleasures herself. "Come here baby, I need you inside me." Alessia moans.
I bite my lip and walk over to the bed. She spreads her legs and rubs her folds with her fingers. "See something you like baby?" She asks rubbing her folds.
I blush darkly and nod my mouth hanging open.
"Mm I can see your bulge baby. Yours fighting the urge to put it in me aren't you?" Alessia says seductively.
I moan, fuck I was really fighting my urge to fuck her right there. God she looked so fuckable, I felt myself getting hard at the sight.
Alessia smirks, she gets up and sexily crawls towards me on the bed. She lays one her stomach when she gets to me, I bite my lip and moan as she kisses and rubs my bulge.
I moan and lean my head back, Alessia slides my shorts and boxers down, my dick spring out once it's freed from its confinement.
Alessia giggles and measure my dick with her forearm. "You're huge baby."
"T-Thanks." I say blushing darkly at her compliment.
I take my shorts and boxers off and toss them off to the side. I take off my shirt and bra and toss them to the side. I smirk and lay Alessia down in Missonary.
I smile and kiss her.
Alessia smiles and kisses back. My tip rubs against her folds and pokes her inner thigh as I make out with her.
"Mmm put it back in baby." Alessia says seductively she bites her lip and watches as I slide my dick back inside her pussy.
"Mm so wet and warm." I moan.
Alessia giggles and kisses me. "Mmm I love your dick and cum deep inside me." Alessia says.
I smile and rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Alessia moans and wraps her legs around my waist holding me close leg trapping me so I can't pull out.
"Mmm fuck." I moan loudly in pleasure.
Alessia smirks and looks deep into my eyes. "Mm plant your seed deep inside me, ugh fuck make me your personal cum dump." Alessia moans loudly in pleasure.
"Yeah slut? You want my load deep inside you?" I ask teasing her.
"Yes, fill me up..... Fill me up." Alessia begs.
My dick slips and falls out of her. "Put it back in, put it back in." Alessia begs.
I quickly slide my dick back inside her. "Yes daddy, right there." Alessia moans in pleasure.
"Mm fuck." I moan as I feel her walls clench around my dick.
"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." Alessia Moans.
I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. Alessia screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy, her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts. I smirk and pound her g spot faster and faster.
My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Alessia baby.... I'm close." I moan.
"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Alessia moans in pleasure.
Creampie #1:
I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alessia moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and fill her up.
"Mm fuck, so much cum." Alessia moans.
I moan as I continue to cum inside her coming down from my high. I help Alessia ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.
Cum oozes out of her, thick cum glazes her folds and oozes onto the bed. Alessia smiles and gets up. She moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. Cum oozes and drips onto the bed.
"Still got enough cum left for one more round?" Alessia asks seductively and shakes her ass. I smirk and nod and move behind her.
I grab her ass and squeeze it a bit, Alessia moans quietly as I squeeze her ass. I smirk and spank her ass, Alessia moans in pleasure. "Mm yes spank my ass daddy. Please ugh spank my ass." Alessia moans.
I smirk and spank her ass. "Like this?" I question.
"Yes just like that." Alessia moans in pleasure. I smirk and slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. Cum immediately coats my dick.
"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.
Alessia giggles and moans. "Mmm fuck."
I place my hand on her hip and pull her hair with my other hand. Alessia moans as I do this, I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her.
We both moan in pleasure. "F-Faster."
I thrust in and out of her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. We will probably be ambushed by the team tomorrow but fuck it.
"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Alessia moans out with each thrust.
I moan, I dig my nails in her ass as I pound her g spot from behind. We both moan in pleasure as I go at an angle, and pound her g spot. Alessia screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy again.
I moan, I don't think I can last much longer. I become a moaning mess as I feel her walls clench around my length letting me know she was close.
"Mm fuck." I moan.
I moan, I thrust into her faster and harder. My balls slap against her skin as our more fill the room.
"Fuck yes, give me your load." Alessia moans.
I moan loudly in pleasure, I slap her ass. Alessia giggles and moans. "Mmm fuck." Alessia moans.
"Mm fuck baby I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.
"Don't you dare pull out." Alessia moans.
"You're getting every load and every last drop." I moan in pleasure.
"Mmm yes please. I've been a good girl daddy, please make me your cum dump." Alessia moans out.
I moan and dig my nails into her ass as I pound her faster and harder. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.
Creampie #2:
I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alessia moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white.
I help Alessia ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto my dick and onto the bed.
"Mm fuck." Alessia moans as my cum continues to ooze inside her and leak out. I giggle and kiss her lovingly and deeply.
We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breathes. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Alessia pants out.
I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. Alessia smiles and scoots back to her ass to me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.
I smirk, I slide my dick back inside her. I moan and rest my head against hers.I reach up and pull her hair. Alessia moans as I pull her hair. "Such a good girl." I tease her.
"Mmm fuck all for you. Mmm you can free use me the rest of the week. Make me your personal cum dump." Alessia moans. I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust and hunger.
"Yeah I bet you would love that. Huh slut?" I tease her.
"Mm yes I would love it so much. Fuck me whener you want and shoot your massive loads in me." Alessia moans.
I smirk. "I like the sound of that." I moan as I lift her leg a bit and hold it up a bit as I thrust into her faster.
Alessia moans and looks deep into my eyes "I've been such a naught girl. Mm fuck." Alessia moans out seductively.
I moan and thrust in and out of her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Alessia moans she looks me deep in the eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.
"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Alessia squeaks out with each thrust.
Alessia’s mouth hangs open her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy going faster and faster.
Alessia screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt again." Alessia screams in pleasure.
I smirk, I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder. Her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. I reach down and run her clit with my thumb. Alessia’s legs lean against mine.
"Oh fuck." Alessia shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy Alessia moans and shudders as I do this.
I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to hold her Leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.
"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." Alessia cries out in pleasure.
I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Ahh I'm close."
"Me too." Alessia moans.
I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming
"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Alessia moans begging as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.
"Alessia baby I'm gon-" I try to warn her in time but I'm unable too.
Creampie #3:
I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Alessia moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum inside her painting her walls white.
"Mm fuck there's so much cum." Alessia moans in pleasure.
I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. "Mmm fuck you're such a naughty girl."
Alessia giggles. "Sorry baby, I really wanted you to fuck me."
I smirk. "I know, Katie told me what happened how she caught you touching yourself to a pic of me and how you were moaning my name and how she ate you out and fucked you."
Alessia blushes darkly in embarrassment and hides her face in my neck. I smirk and pick her up. She giggles and squeals. I push the tip of my dick in her and slowly sinks down her down on my dick we both moan as she takes my length deep inside her tight pussy.
"Mmm fuck. You're really deep in there." Alessia moans.
I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes. "So wet and tight." I moan. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy slut."
"Yeah daddy?" Alessia moans.
"Yeah slut. I'm gonna destroy your pussy and pump you full of cum. I'm gonna drain my balls in you." I moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my dick.
"Mmm I'm your cum slut daddy." Alessia moans.
"Mmm you're my cum dumpster slut." I moan as I move her up and down on my dick faster and faster.
"Mmm please daddy turn me into your cum dumpster." Alessia moans in pleasure as I move her up and down on my dick a bit harder and faster than before.
"Mmm so fucking good. I don't think I can last to much longer baby. You have amazing grip." I moan in pleasure.
"Mmm fuck yes give me your load." Alessia moans in pleasure.
"Yeah your a slut for daddy's cum you want daddy's cum deep inside your tight pussy?" I ask seductively as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster than before.
The only sounds in the room was the tv in the background and our moans and my balls slapping against her skin.
"Mmmm fuck daddy I'm close. Ahhh I'm squirting I'm squirting." Alessia moans I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dicks,thighs and all over the ground.
"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." I say seductively.
*Alessia’s pov*
Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me. God I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes.
"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n nips my ear and whispers. Her words made me weak. She was so sexy when she was a Dom
She's really deep in there. Mmmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me.
I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore, I moan and throw my head back. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
I can't take it anymore and cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick.
Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge. Y/n busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load.
"Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me. I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me.
Y/n Cutely moans in my ear and nips in my ear. Fuck shes still unloading her massive seed deep inside me.
"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing inside me.
I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." I sexily moan.
*Y/n's pov*
Creampie #4:
I feel Alessia cum all over me, her cumming sends me over the edge. I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy.
We both moan as I stuff her full with my seed. Alessia moans and throws her head back her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fill her up with my cum.
"Mmm fuck give me all your cum." Alessia moans in pleasure. She digs her nails in my back as I continue to unload my massive seed deep in her pussy.
I moan. Alessia moans and looks me deep in the eyes.
"Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." Alessia sexily moans.
I do as she requests I use my dick as a plug and stuff my cum deep inside her making sure no cum drips out.
"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan.
"Heheh, all for you daddy." Alessia whispers and nips my ear.
We both moan I hold her close to me, I kiss her neck and gently rub her back as I hold her in my arms. "Was that okay baby?" I ask her.
Alessia smiles and nods. "It was perfect baby. Trust me, I wanted to. I'm on a pill." Alessia cuddles me.
I smile. "Mmm your so beautiful baby." I rub her back.
We get tired, I lay her down on my bed. I slowly pull her off my dick. We both moan as my dick falls limp once I'm out of her. Cum pours out of her and drips onto the floor. I lay her on my bed, I pull the blanket over us. I hold her close to me, cuddling her and we end up falling asleep.
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#7 fluff with Mat Barzal
Prompt: “I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”
Note: thinking of mat calling you baby girl in a low and husky sleepy voice is something i need to not thinking about ever again 😅🫠
buzz buzz buzzzzz
buzz buzz buzzzzz
The vibrating of your phone beneath your pillow jolting you awake, your hands searching the bed to find the source. As the light from your screen blinded you, the photo of your boyfriend catching you off guard when you checked the time.
Mat was on a road trip and usually he’d call after a game once he got back to the hotel, which he’d done already tonight. So for him to be calling in the middle of the night was odd.
“Hello?”
Your voice raspy as you answered, Mat slightly chuckling on his end of the call, finding it cute.
“Hey baby, I, I’m sorry for waking you up.” Rubbing your eyes you rolled over as you curled up under the blankets. “No no, it’s fine. Is everything okay?”
He sighed as he rolled over, his tone seeming embarrassed, “I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.” He sheepishly chuckled at himself and how silly he thought he sounded. But you couldn’t help but smile.
“Well I’m here babe. And that’s not stupid.”
As you reassured him he’d gone a bit silent, but you knew he had a lot on his mind. He hadn’t talked much about it earlier but he didn’t have the best game tonight. The road trip most likely seeming longer and longer the more he struggled to produce and the team struggled to win.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
He knew you meant the game, and instantly said no. Mat wasn’t the type to bring work into his personal life conversations with you. He enjoyed that you could distract him from anything that happened on the ice.
“Okay, well, let’s talk about this Italy trip you’re planning for us this summer. I’ve already started planning out my outfits, because of course we are gonna have to take tons of pictures. And I can’t look ugly in Italy.”
“You’d never look ugly baby girl.”
His voice growing heavy and husky as he curled up to his pillow. You could tell he was getting tired, figuring you’d keep talking until he fell asleep, knowing he needed the rest.
“And I know I’m gonna have to try and work on my wine tolerance because you can drink me in circles for sure.”
A short chuckle leaving his lips, letting you know he was seconds from passing out. A smile on your lips as too were following suit.
“Goodnight Mat, I love you.”
#mat barzal fluff#mat barzal fic#mat barzal blurb#mat barzal x reader#mat barzal imagine#nhl imagine#nhl fics#hockey imagine#nhl fanfiction#hockey fic#nhl blurb
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◁ || ▷ Is an apology an apology if it’s only meant to save face?
[ knocks ]
Violet: Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.
Icarus: Can I come inside?
Violet: Sure. Is everything alright?
Icarus: I wanted to talk about us.
Violet: Nothing bad I hope?
Icarus: Violet, I want to end this, for good.
Violet: I’m sorry, what?
Icarus: I don’t want things to get messy-
Violet: Is this because of the girl?
Icarus: Huh? No. Vi, this is about us, about the core of our relationship and it’s rotten.
Violet: But we can fix it!
Icarus: No, I’m sorry. I think we need to ask ourselves some serious questions.
Violet: Icarus, please, you’re just saying that because-
Icarus: I can’t love you. I can’t.
Violet: So what? You were planning on discarding me the entire time?
Icarus: That wasn’t the end goal, I understand where I fucked up.
Violet: You can’t lead people on!
Icarus: And you can’t cheat on people. The day my dad died, all you could think about was yourself.
Violet: That is a lie and you know it-
Icarus: You felt alone and you went to the first person that had been dying to cop a feel.
Violet: I apologized! It was one kiss.
Icarus: Oh don’t downplay it now! You forget the messages and phone calls-
Violet: You pretended like I didn’t exist, Icarus! You shoved me aside and I didn’t feel alone, I was alone.
Icarus: So infidelity makes things okay?
Violet: I can’t believe you’re still upset. I’ve tried everything to earn your trust. If anything, I should be angry at you! You have never once acknowledged me as your girlfriend because you’re so ashamed of me! But it’s my fault right? I should have known better.
Icarus: I guess we both have things we need to work on.
Violet: That’s all you have to say?
Icarus: I think so, yeah.
Violet: So you’re gonna check out, like you always do. Typical. God, Icarus, say something!
Icarus: [ silence ]
Violet: For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.
Icarus: Goodbye, Violet.
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All of Me
Part 12
(previous part here, next part here)
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You
Summary: You see a different side of Jake when he spends the night again.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, femdom, edging, teasing, slight exhibitionism, sexting, etc.
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“Go sit down in the living room,” Bradley insists, pushing you out of the kitchen to clean up after dinner because you cooked, “Pick out a movie or something, just no chick flicks.”
Jake helps him as you settle on the couch, eventually picking ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ as they finish up.
“Oh come on,” Bradley huffs as he sees it on the screen.
You laugh, sitting up so Jake can settle behind you. “You can pick next.”
“You don’t mind if I stay awhile?” He asks, flopping down on the couch across from you two.
“Would it matter if I did?” You tease, laughing as he tosses a pillow. “I’m kidding! Of course, you can stay.”
“Alright,” he replies, tugging at your heartstrings when he continues. “I just don’t want to intrude on your alone time together.”
“Hey,” you toss the pillow back, hitting him in the face. “You’re still my best friend. That isn’t going to change because I’m dating someone.”
“Alright,” Bradley says, glancing at Jake who gives him a nod.
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Drew calls as your movie ends, and you put him on speakerphone so the guys can talk too.
“…and then we went out on the canoes and everyone else’s tipped but not ours!” He rushes out, talking a mile a minute. “Did you guys talk yet? Jake? Are you my mom’s boyfriend now?”
“How much sugar have you had today?” You laugh, teasing him.
Jake’s smiling too. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend now. Is that-“
“Yes!” The volume of answering shout makes you wince. “Roo, did you hear that? Our plan worked!”
“What plan?” You ask, looking up.
“Nothing,” Bradley and Drew answer together.
You roll your eyes but a smile pulls at your lips. “I just can’t with you two sometimes.”
“Are you guys gonna get married too?” Drew asks, not waiting for an answer before he’s asking another question, “Oh! Are you gonna have a baby? I really want a brother, but a sister-”
“You’re getting way ahead of yourself there, little Kernsie. Remember what we talked about?” Bradley saves you from having to answer while you avoid looking at Jake.
“Oh yeah, my bad,” Drew replies. “Now you just need a girlfriend, Roo.”
Bradley laughs. “I-“
��Wait,” Drew interrupts, suddenly sounding so small, making your heart pinch. “Can we still have boys' nights if you get a girlfriend?”
“Nothing is gonna stop us from having boys' night,” Bradley says, voice thick.
“Promise?” His little voice asks.
“I promise,” Bradley replies, not looking up.
“Okay good,” he replies, perking back up. “I gotta go. We’re gonna have a campfire before bed. Love you guys!” He hangs up before any of you can reply.
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The room is quiet, heavy with emotion as Bradley scrolls for a movie. Jake lays back on the couch before guiding you back against his chest. You melt into his embrace; it feels so good to be held after years of having to be the one doing the holding as a mom.
Bradley starts snoring a few minutes later.
“He okay?” Jake murmurs as his fingertips trail up and down your arm. Bradley had quickly wiped his tears and changed the subject earlier when Jake had entered the kitchen.
“Yeah,” you murmur, looking over. He always acts so happy and carefree but you know he’s lonely. “Grief is weird. I don’t know how to else to explain it.”
“I bet,” he murmurs, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch over you both. “I won’t…I would never expect your friendship to change because of me. Or he and Drew’s relationship.”
“I know,” you smile, turning your head for a kiss. “He knows that too; I don’t think he’s allowed himself to grieve fully and big changes like this bring up a lot of emotion.”
He nods, attention returning to the movie; for a few minutes at least. The fingers trailing over your arm fall lower, fiddling with the hem of your tee shirt before tracing over your stomach.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs by your ear, making you shiver as his cock twitches to life behind your back. He trails nonsensical patterns up over your belly button to the underside of your bralette-encased breast.
It feels naughty with Bradley snoring just a few feet away, but you still arch your back in a silent request.
He chuckles lowly and obliges, pinching your nipple as his other hand slides down into the front of your leggings, groaning when he finds you already wet.
“You like this, huh?” He murmurs hotly, nipping at your earlobe as he finds your clit.
You bite your lip to keep from whimpering as you nod.
“Gotta be real quiet then,” he whispers, sliding two fingers inside you. “Can you do that? Not make a sound?”
You nod again, gripping his thigh when he curls those fingers against your g-spot as his palm rubs your clit.
Instead of getting you off quickly with the possibility of Roo waking up any moment, he drags it out; slowly fucking you with his fingers while teasing your nipples. Finally, you start to tighten, on the edge of release, but he stills his fingers.
“What are-why’d you stop?” You whisper, chest heaving.
“Thought he was waking up,” he replies, a smug smile evident in his voice.
Bradley’s snores haven’t changed nor has he moved.
You turn slightly, hand slides up behind you into his hair and tug. “Liar,” you reply, nipping his sharp jaw.
His cock twitches at your back as he resumes his ministrations, pushing you back to the edge, but he stops when you’re on the brink. Again.
“Jake,” you groan softly, frustrated yet loving this side of him you haven’t seen yet. “Please?”
He hums against your hair as the hand on your chest begins teasing your breasts again; pinching, rolling, tugging your nipples until your hips begin to gyrate against his motionless fingers still inside you.
“Come on, Jake,” you whine, bringing your hand down over his to encourage him. “Please?”
He shudders behind you before finally giving in. “God, I love hearing you beg.”
“Don’t get used to it,” you reply, sighing as your orgasm approaches rapidly. He starts to slow again when he feels you clenching but you turn and capture his lips. “I won’t let you cum for a week if you stop again,” you warn, sinking your teeth into his lower lip to send the message home.
“Y-yes ma’am,” he breathes; instantly folding as you take back the reins of control. His hips begin to rut against you as your orgasm washes over you, with nothing but a soft, breathy moan leaving your lips.
Bradley is still snoring away as you pull Jake’s hand from your pants before bringing his fingers to your mouth to clean. Jake groans quietly as your tongue swirls around the digits like you would his cock before releasing them with a soft pop.
“You get a taste of being bad and decide you no longer need to listen?” You ask as you kiss along his jaw.
“I-fuck,” he gasps when you suck on his neck, hard enough to scare him but not enough to leave a mark.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” you smile against his skin at the way he shivers.
“Yes ma’am,” he replies.
You both jump when Bradley snores himself awake.
“How much did I miss?” He yawns, looking at the TV.
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It takes a while for Jake’s erection to go down behind you, especially with the way you keep moving.
Jake picks a movie after the credits roll but you fall asleep a few minutes into it.
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The sun is just starting to shine through the living room windows as you’re gently shaken awake by Roo.
“Hey, it’s a little after 6, I’m gonna go home and shower. Thanks for letting me stay,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “See you at lunch?”
“Any time, Roo,” you yawn, nodding, “I’ll bring leftovers for lunch.”
“You’re the best,” he smiles, heading for the door.
“Morning,” you turn to kiss Jake awake. “Wanna take a shower?”
“Yes,” he replies sleepily, not opening his eyes while his arms tighten around you. “In 10 minutes.”
You laugh but let him hold you for a few minutes more as you listen to his slow heartbeat as the room begins to brighten with the new day.
Your own heart begins to race as you realize this is how you want to wake up from now on.
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“Shit! It’s after 7!”
You jolt awake at Jake’s words, having fallen back asleep in his warm embrace.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he follows you up the stairs. “What time do you have to be in?”
“It’s okay, I fell asleep too,” you reply, whipping off your clothes and pulling out a clean pair of scrubs. “7:30ish. My first patient is at 7:45.”
“You’re wearing those?” He gulps, looking at the first pair of underwear you grabbed and pulling up, black, lacy boy shorts that show off your ass nicely.
“Yeah, why?” You ask, turning around and seeing precum from his morning wood staining his briefs. “Oh you poor thing,” you coo, time forgotten as you walk over to him. “I might’ve taken care of this in the shower,” you say as your hand brushes over his cock and around his hip to grip his ass. “Too bad we overslept.”
His eyes close and he sucks in a breath when you land a sharp slap to his still-tender ass before you turn to get dressed.
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He pulls you in for a deep kiss that has you wanting more before you drive away. With your lead foot, you make it with 30 seconds to spare.
The morning schedule is busy and the boys are already in your office with your warmed-up leftovers when you break for lunch. It’s brief though, as they have a meeting before their afternoon hop.
“See you tonight?” Jake murmurs before stealing a kiss.
You nod, seeing him out before Sophie comes in a moment later, looking ready to cry.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Sit down,” You gesture to one of the chairs across from your dress that the boys vacated.
“I got accepted to the UCLA program to get my master’s in nursing,” she smiles tearfully.
“Oh Soph, that’s great!” You say, reaching out to squeeze her hand. This had been something she’s been working towards for a while. “Congratulations!”
“You’re not mad?” She asks, lip quivering.
You laugh, “Of course not! Why would I be mad?”
“Because I have to quit,” she replies, tears now spilling over.
“Oh Soph,” you sniff, coming around to hug her. “I’m definitely going to miss you. But I’m happy that you’re finally pursuing this. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up back here as a nurse practitioner.”
She nods as she wipes her tears before giving you all the details.
“I better go get your first afternoon patient checked in,” she sighs, “thanks Reese, for everything.”
“Of course,” you smile, but it falls once she leaves your office.
Not were you only going to miss her, but now you have to find a new nurse.
You pull your phone out to text Jake but he’s already sent one, with a picture attached.
Jake: You were right. Every time I sit down I remember what you did to me yesterday.
The picture is taken under the table, it’s dark but his straining erection is obvious.
Reese: By the looks of things, you enjoyed it.
Reese: Is that why you edged me last night? Was that your way of asking for more?
Jake: Never
Jake: Bradshaw kept moving. I didn’t think you’d want him to catch us in the act.
You bite your lip at his little act, the panties he liked so much this morning growing wet.
Reese: I know you’re lying to me. I’ll find out the truth one way or another tonight.
Reese: Before you suit up for your hop, I want a video of you jerking off.
Reese: and no, you can’t cum. 😘
Sophie’s knock makes you jump. “All set.”
“Thanks,” you reply, cheeks flushing like you’ve been caught.
You can almost hear his sigh before his next text.
Jake: …
Jake: Yes ma’am.
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secretary!sunghoon headcannons
MDNI!!
you just wanted to see him cry under you.
secretary!sunghoon who has always had the hots for you, making sure to be the best secretary ever!
secretary!sunghoon who finally got to take you out, tripping over his own words..
secretary!sunghoon who had a dark blush all over his face, making you giggle.
secretary!sunghoon who drove you back after a long day, placing a shakey kiss on your forehead.
secretary!sunghoon who came to work the next day with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, handing it to you with a bright smile.
secretary!sunghoon who finally built up the courage to ask you to become his.
secretary!sunghoon who treated you like a princess, doing everything for you.
secretary!sunghoon who loved having you on top of his lap, so he could place kisses all over you neck.
secretary!sunghoon who wanted to fuck you, but you had other plans.
"f-fuck.. mommy.!- shit...I wanna 'cum so baddd- hnngh~" he whined pathetically as you cut off his orgasm for the nth time that night, tears forming in his eyes. "be a good boy for mommy, yeah? Don't cum if I don't tell you to, okay?." you say, looking at his weeping cock, rubbing your thumb harshly over the oversensitized tip. "it isn't so hard,baby.." you say, sitting your clothed cunt over his hard abs. "I want your pussy- p-please..mommy.." He whispers, hips unconsciously bucking up into your spit covered hand. "be a good boy and wait f'me love.." you whisper, sliding your wet cunt over the hard muscles on his stomach, glistening his abdomen with your essence. lowering your mouth down to his chest, you latched your mouth onto one of his nipples, licking him sensually. "Oh my godd.." he whines, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "are you my good boy,hoonie?" you ask, standing up before sliding your panties down your legs, quickly shoving the flimsy material into his mouth. "look at you, honey..all messy for me.." you say, hand sliding over his cock at a messily fast pace, with your cunt rubbing against his abs. "m-mommy...mmfh-~!" He whimpers, long ropes of cum landing atop of your wet palm. "I told you to behave, hoonie.." You say, standing up before lifting your hand upto your mouth, licking up the extra cum. "now you need to be punished." you say boldly, taking his hardened cock in your hands before lowering yourself on his cock, warm pussy sucking him in invitingly. "m'sorry...hnngh..mommy..!" He says, tears streaming down his pretty face as he got overstimulated. "baby-...calm down..you can get over it." you say, gripping his cheeks in your hands as you bounced continuously on his cock. "are you gonna behave for mommy- hnngh~, hoonie?" you breath out, clamping down on his cock repeatedly as you whimpered, cumming all over him messily. "I'm gonna cum- im gonna cum..! fuuck...mommy.!" he whines, spilling his warm seed inside of your womb, as you slumped down on him. "it's my turn now." he says, flipping you over before drilling his cock into your sensitive cunt. it's gonna be a looong night..
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Yandere diaries. || Toby x reader. A new (possible) series I got the idea to do of the creeps doing diaries showing them gradually becoming yandere.
3k words. CW: Yandere, adult content (mentions of arousal and references to masturbation), descriptions of violence and gore, unhealthy relationships, severe abuse, delusions, Toby slipping into insanity and also being an unhonest/unreliable narrator with how awful he’s being.
4/26/22 -
I met someone new today! We bumped into each other at a park I like to go to on Earth. They were so kind to me. We ended up getting ice cream together and exchanging numbers. I hope I can see them again soon.
5/11/22 -
I’ve been able to see them a couple more times. We’ve been messaging regularly, and have also called a couple of times. I’ve never felt so connected to someone so quickly before. We have a lot in common, and they don’t even mind any of my tics or odd quirks. We have a plan to meet up this weekend and go to the movies together, I’m really looking forward to it. I hope we continue to be friends with each other for a long time!
5/14/22 -
I just got home. We had such a fun time at the movies! We saw one of the more recent horror films together. They got scared partway through and clung onto me to feel better, and it made me feel really happy and protective over them. I wouldn’t mind seeing more horror movies with them in the future if it means that they’d do that again. We haven’t known each other very long, but I feel so connected and interested in them, I feel sparks every time they touch me. Is this what falling in love feels like?
6/21/22 -
I haven’t been able to see them for a few weeks because of our schedule differences. I feel like I’ve been excessively sad because of that. I just feel like my life is so much dimmer without them. I wanna go to the park with them again, eat ice cream, and curl up under a tree with them. I wish I could be with them every day.
7/29/22 -
We haven’t known each other for a very long time, but I’m certain they’re the person I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life. They make me the happiest I’ve ever felt, they understand me like nobody has ever understood me before, I just feel so carefree and excited in their presence. I think they might feel the same way about me too. I need to try my best to build up some courage and ask them to be my partner before someone else can.
8/11/22 -
I asked them on a date and they said yes!! I’ve never felt more excited than I am right now!! We’re going on our first date in a few days. I need to make sure I have a nice outfit to wear because I want to take them somewhere nice to eat, and then we’re gonna go for a walk together and stargaze. My life truly feels so complete and wonderful right now, I feel like I’m finally on a path to keep getting better with them in my life!
11/24/22 -
I haven’t been dating them very long, but I convinced Slender to allow me to invite them to Thanksgiving dinner. Normally we have to date our partners for a year, but I just know our relationship is going to work out, so I don’t feel the need to wait that long. They had so much fun meeting everyone, and they were happy the whole time. I felt a bit jealous that they didn’t pay as much attention to me, but that’s okay because there were so many new people they had to meet. I’m sure next time I invite them over they won’t pay anyone else any attention. I’m looking forward to having them over here more often!
12/14/22 -
I got into an argument with Jeff today. I had them over to visit me, and I stepped away for a minute to get us some snacks and Jeff so rudely decided to try and steal their attention from me. It isn’t fair! He was trying to make them laugh and hang out with him instead of me!! I got really angry and I started yelling at him, and he yelled back at me, claiming he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He’s not allowed to just walk up to them and act like they’re buddy-buddy. They’re my partner, and they’re here for me. Nobody else has the right to their attention but me.
12/25/22 -
I got to celebrate my first Christmas with them today. We spent a little bit of time downstairs with the others, but then I wanted to bring them upstairs to my room so we could be together alone. I gave them a bracelet with our names on it so that everyone would know they belonged to someone, and they seemed to like it. However, I got a bit upset at them. They said they had to go home so they could celebrate with their friends and family too, but aren’t I good enough? Aren’t I their family now? It doesn’t make any sense to me why they couldn’t just stay at the mansion, but I let them go. I’ll have a talk with them about this later.
1/24/23 -
We had another argument again. They have this friend that keeps overstepping his boundaries and I don’t appreciate it. He’s been hogging their attention recently and hanging out with them more and it’s seriously fucking pissing me off. They wouldn’t stop talking to him so I had to lie to them about him to finally get them to back off from him a bit. I wouldn’t normally want to do that, but it’s for their own good. Nobody should be hogging them away from me that much. Their friends are lucky I even allow them to talk with my dove at all. I think that’s what I’ll start calling them, now that I think about it. My sweet, soaring Dove.
2/17/23 -
I ended up getting into a fight with one of Dove’s friends. I was trying to make sure I could spend Valentine’s with Dove, but this friend wanted to be able to see them that day since he’s going on a trip soon or some other stupid excuse. It pissed me off. IM their boyfriend, that day is for US. I confronted him to get him to back off but he had the nerve to stand his ground. I had to beat the shit out of him to get him to understand his place. It’s been three days, and apparently, he hasn’t contacted them since. Good. One less pest I have to worry about. Dove was a little suspicious when I came home with torn-up knuckles that day, but I just told them it happened during training and they believed me. They even took the time and care to bandage me up. They really are so special to me. Nobody else can have them.
3/18/23 -
I’ve never really thought much about blood before. When it’s on myself or my victims, I’ve never really cared about it, I’ve actually usually thought it was gross, but it was different today. Dove got this gash when we were out on a hike from tripping and slicing their arm on a sharp rock. Normally the blood wouldn’t have bothered me, but it was just so pretty. The red spreading across their skin was just so alluring. Of course, I got them cleaned off and patched up as soon as I could, but my heart is racing just remembering it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I hope they get cut again soon. I have to confirm if this feeling inside me is real or just a one-off.
3/28/23 -
It wasn’t a one-off. We were cooking, and they were using one of our sharper knives. My curiosity got the better of me, and I “accidentally” bumped into them from behind. They ended up cutting themself, and their blood was just as alluring today, flowing freely out of their finger. I ended up putting their finger in my mouth to suck the blood off, and I’ve never tasted something so intoxicating before. They were a bit confused, but I just played it off and they let it go. Holy shit. I feel like I have to taste it again. I have to. The red on their skin, the metallic lingering taste in my mouth. It’s so addicting. It honestly made me a bit excited, I had to take a moment to myself so they wouldn’t notice.
4/16/23 -
I bit them. We were making out, and I just felt myself getting so worked up. I pinned them down on my mattress, and I started kissing down Dove’s neck. I couldn’t help it, my heart was beating so fast and I felt myself getting dizzy, and I bit them really hard. Their skin was so soft in my mouth, and blood started oozing out, running against my teeth and my tongue, and my lips, it was so warm and exciting, it felt like I was getting drunk. Dove didn’t like it though. They screamed and cried and begged me to stop, and I didn’t want to, but I did. I bandaged them up and apologized and feigned innocence. They said they wanted to go home early, so I took them to not get on their bad side anymore. I was so worked up though. I had to take care of myself when I got home, I was just so turned on. I have to do it again somehow. They won’t like it, but I have to. Nothing has ever felt so pleasing before.
4/29/23 -
I tried to bite them again, and they realized it wasn’t an accident this time. They yelled at me and hit me to get me off of them, and I hit them back much harder. They looked so broken and upset while they cried, but their tears and screams got me just as turned on as their blood did. The bruise that formed on their cheek was so beautiful. I held them close and apologized a whole bunch because I don’t want them to hate me. I cried a lot and I meant it. I promised I wouldn’t do it again, which I guess I didn’t mean. However, they can’t just disobey me like that. I need to try and be on my best behavior so they can be more relaxed around me. I can’t have them fighting back every time I want to do something to them.
5/09/23 -
I think my Dove needs to be caged. They’ve gotten so used to flying free that they need to be grounded and brought back to reality. I keep trying to limit their interactions with others because they keep poisoning my Dove against me, and Dove tried to fight me today. We got in a big yelling match, but I was able to calm myself down in the nick of time so that I didn’t make things worse. I got them to calm down, and we’re gonna have some space between us for a few weeks. I think I’m going to take this opportunity to my advantage.
5/30/23 -
While we haven’t been spending time together, I’ve been working hard. I found an old house in the Underworld for cheap, and I’ve been rebuilding it and fixing it up. I altered it to be able to hold Dove in without their escape, and I’m so excited about it. I’ve got a bedroom I’m setting up for them, and a nice kitchen because they’ve always liked cooking with me. I know Dove is going to love it so much when I bring them here in a few weeks. It’s going to be the best thing for us. Dove is too innocent about the world around them, and I have to be able to protect them. Nobody else can do a better job than I can.
6/08/23 -
[Parts of the entry have been torn. Words are smudged or crossed out and it is not completely legible, but some of it remains visible. *Full translation will be added at the end for those that use translators/text to speech.]
I CAN'T FU—— BELI— TH—!! DOVE WAS TRY— TO MOVE!! THEY W— TRYING TO LE—E ME!! THAT STU— BASTARD [Redacted] TRIED TO TA— THEM F—M ME! WHEN ALL IVE ———— IS PROTECT TH— AND THIS IS —— REPAY ME?!? I'VE NEVER BE— SO ANGRY!!!
Dove is FUCKING LU—Y I had the home re—y! If not, I wo—d’ve just thrown th— in the fucki— basement!!! [Redacted] got wh— they deser—. I be— the- so bad you —— —king recognize —. I’ll du— the bo— som—ere else.
7/06/23 -
Dove hasn’t been making things any easier. Since they last tried to move away things have been such a fucking pain in the ass. They were so scared when I locked them in here. I wanted it to be a warm welcome, where I’d bring them here voluntarily, but they had to go and ruin it because of [Redacted] sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. They tried to run away a few days ago, and I went to write about it but I was so fucking pissed I ripped the page to shreds. I had to break their ankles so that they wouldn’t be able to run again, least not for a long while. I’ve also been keeping them tied up more, but it’s easier now that they can’t walk. The bruises on their legs are just so beautiful. I think I might keep them like this, even though they cry every day from the pain and the circumstances, but their tears are beautiful as well. I have to get more painkillers soon for them.
10/18/23 -
It’s been a while since I’ve updated. Things have been going smoother lately. Every time Dove’s ankles start to heal, I’ve been breaking them again. I just can’t trust them because they tried to escape again. I’ve been enjoying myself a lot more. I can bite them and cut them and hit them whenever I want to. I can taste their blood and chew their skin and bruise their beautiful body however I like. Of course, sometimes it makes me sad when Dove gets so upset about it. I don’t know what to do. It gets me so turned on and riled up like nothing ever has before, but I also want them to love me. They haven’t been fighting back anymore, so I think they’re getting used to it. We’ll see.
12/25/23 -
It’s our second Christmas together. I got Dove a bunch of things they asked for since they’ve been so good. They seem to have given up hope of resisting me, and it’s made me so happy. They even made me a cake for Christmas, and it was so delicious. I’m so happy we can be together again like this, just a happy couple with no interruptions. It’s truly the best gift I could have received this year.
2/16/24 -
I’ve been letting Dove’s ankles and legs fully heal. They truly haven’t been trying anything, and they’ve been so devoted to being a good partner for me, I don’t think I need to break them anymore to teach them a lesson. They can nearly stand on their own now, and they seem so happy. They said it’s because they can hug me while standing, and that made me so happy to hear. We’ve started cooking together again. We’re becoming a happy family, and I’m so glad I was right that Dove is the one for me. They even let me bite them as much as I wanted today, and they let me scratch them too, they didn’t even cry out today. I could tell they were trying really hard, so it made me very happy.
4/25/24 -
Things have still been going well. Their legs have healed up perfectly. It’s been five months since I last broke them, and I think they’re so grateful for it. They don’t disobey me, they do everything I ask, they’re so affectionate and loving with me. It makes me so happy to know that they’re truly settling into life with me. I don’t think they mind how much I hurt them anymore. They don’t complain as much, but they still cry those same beautiful tears for me. I think they’re starting to enjoy it.
5/26/24 -
I have to go on an extended trip for a week soon because of work and I’m nervous. They said they’ll wait happily for me, but I’m still so, so nervous. However, earlier this month I was gone for a few days and they didn’t go anywhere. Dove actually welcomed me back happily. I think we’ll be okay. I think this is it, the true test. I know they’ll pass, but still, I can’t quiet the anxiety in my heart. I’ll have to spend as much time as possible with them and get out all my excitement before I have to leave. I’m going to miss the feeling of their skin beneath my fingers and teeth.
6/11/24 -
[This page has also been smeared and torn in anger. *Another fully corrected version will be at the bottom.]
I — FUCKING BE—VE THEY DI- TH— AG—!!! THEY R— AW—!! THE- STOL- SO MU— —IT FRO- ME!! THEY TO— THE MO—Y I HA- HIDDEN!!!! THE- TOOK FO— AN- CLO—— AN- LEFT!! I- SO FUCK—- ANGRY!!! I'LL K— THEM!!! I JUS- MIGH- FUCK— KIL- THEM!!! AT TH- VER- LEA— THEY— NEVE- WAL- AGAIN! WHEN I ———— NEVER ES— AGAIN! LOCKS, CA—S, CHA—S!! WHAT—— IT TAKES!!!!!!
Dove, you’d better pray to —y FUCKING DIETY in EXIST—— THAT I DON- FIN- —U!!! When I d-, you’re goin- to su——— much for do— th— to me.
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6/08/23 -
I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!! DOVE WAS TRYING TO MOVE!! THEY WERE TRYING TO LEAVE ME!! THAT STUPID BASTARD [Redacted] TRIED TO TAKE THEM FROM ME! WHEN ALL IVE FUCKING DONE HERE IS PROTECT THEM AND THIS IS HOW THEY REPAY ME?!? I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ANGRY!!!
Dove is FUCKING LUCKY I had the home ready! If not, I would’ve just thrown them in the fucking basement!!! [Redacted] got what they deserved. I beat them so bad you can't even fucking recognize them. I’ll dump the body somewhere else.
6/11/24 -
I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THEY DID THIS AGAIN!!! THEY RAN AWAY!! THEY STOLE SO MUCH SHIT FROM ME!! THEY TOOK THE MONEY I HAD HIDDEN!!!! THEY TOOK FOOD AND CLOTHES AND LEFT!! IM SO FUCKING ANGRY!!! I'LL KILL THEM!!! I JUST MIGHT FUCKING KILL THEM!!! AT THE VERY LEAST THEY'LL NEVER WALK AGAIN! WHEN I CATCH UP THEY WILL NEVER ESCAPE AGAIN! LOCKS, CAGES, CHAINS!! WHATEVER IT TAKES!!!!!!
Dove, you’d better pray to every FUCKING DIETY in EXISTENCE THAT I DON'T FIND YOU!!! When I do, you’re going to suffer so much for doing this to me.
#yandere#creepypasta yandere#yandere ticci toby#semi-spicy#creepypasta semi-spicy#ticci toby#ticci toby headcanons#ticci toby headcanon#ticci toby x reader#ticci toby semi-spicy
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But what am I gonna say, when you make me feel that way?
The fic, as always, was not particularly planned. I'm tired after 3D class just in the mood today to try to write another NSFW. Sunday is a perfect day for smut, hah! English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
Buggy and F!Reader - Masterlist is here.
Description: You came to visit Buggy in his office.
Warnings: Established relationship. SFW + NSFW, MDNI. I'm not confident in writing smut but wanted to write this shitty shit for you, my faceless reader :)
Words: 1757
Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots,
The title is taken from “Bubbly” by Colbie Caillat.
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Knock. Knock.
“Out!!” Buggy’s angry voice rang out.
Knock. Knock.
“I said out!”
“It’s me, Buggy!” You said softly from behind the door.
“Come in.” He softened his tone a little.
“My love, I brought you food.” You walked into the captain's office holding a large tray.
“I don't wanna eat Y/N. Shit, nothing's working!” Buggy threw his pen and folder on the table.
“Oh, honey. It's okay. You need a break.” You put the tray on the table and took his hat off.
Buggy glanced at you and scowled. Dressed in a loose, dark t-shirt and sweatpants, your figure was subtly accentuated, with the gentle curves of your long, lean frame visible despite your casual attire. He tried not to notice that you weren't wearing a bra and watched you walk around the table and stand behind him with your hands on his shoulders, kneading at the tension that was there.
Leaning down, you touched your lips to his ear and whispered. “I closed the door. You need to relax. I wanna see my real Buggy. Where's my Buggy?”
Your soft, knowing tone had stung him, exposing a vulnerable part of himself that he had reluctantly revealed to you. Buggy resented having opened up, realizing you now had access to this closely guarded secret he had never meant to share with anyone.
You straightened back up, started massaging his shoulders, moving up to work at the back of his neck. “You're too tired, my love. You eat practically nothing. The cook says you don't even let him come here. I worry about you.” You kissed Buggy in the top of his head. “That's why I decided to bring food to you, you will never drive me away.”
A shiver raced down his spine at the touch of your hands and lips, and he could feel himself getting hard. “Y/N, my dear cake, I’m busy!” Buggy tried to say it angrily.
“You're always busy, my love.” You moved back down to his shoulders, using a little more force, rubbing at the knotted muscles. “You're so tense. And you look exhausted. You've been sitting here late for several days now.” You said quietly, massaging his back.
“Because I have to find that fucking kid. He stole my fucking map. And this's my map, Y/N!” Buggy exhaled heavily. “We almost found him, and he ran away from under my nose.”
“I know! Everything will be fine, Buggy! Relax!” You chuckled softly in his ear, exhaling a warm gust of breath. You nibbled at his ear lobe, biting down a little harder when Buggy tried to move away.
“Y/N, baby, please.”
“You know, today I found myself imagining you in bed with me.” You kissed him on his neck.
Buggy abruptly stood up, sending the chair skittering off to the side, feeling sick and aroused at the thought of you touching him. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip without saying a word.
Buggy's gaze lingered on you for a few moments before he let out a low growl. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your mouths together in a rough, forceful kiss. Buggy half expected you to fight him, to push and shove, to say no with your body. Instead, you responded eagerly, nipping at his lower lip and chasing his tongue with your own, stroking and sliding wetly into his mouth. You threaded your fingers through his hair, gripping his head tightly.
The sudden jolt of pain and your assertiveness caused Buggy to become fully, painfully aroused. He paused momentarily to take a quick breath and let out a groan before immersing himself back into you, savoring your taste, exploring the contours and texture of your mouth.
You pushed against Buggy, pushing him back until he collided with the table. You had made your way down to his neck, leaving marks that stung, attempting to consume him with your teeth and lips. Buggy reached down and lifted you up against his arousal, thrusting against you in an attempt to alleviate the intense ache that you had ignited.
“That's my Captain!” You gasped as you released his hair and reached down to unbutton his pants. Buggy caught your hands and intertwined your fingers, trying to slow things down a bit. His anger and fear had transformed into passionate arousal, and he wanted to relish the moment.
Buggy twisted and forcefully pushed you down onto the tabletop, his mouth finding your breast through the fabric of your shirt. You grinned and wrapped your legs around his, trying to bring him closer. Buggy ground his cock against you, hard, as he scraped your nipple with his teeth carelessly, feeling you jerk and tremble under him.
"You like that?" Buggy asked, alternating between your breasts, trying not to favor one over the other.
“Yeah, I like that, jerk!" You gasped and struggled to free your hands, bucking upwards as Buggy leaned back slightly to create some space between you. But Buggy kept your fingers firmly entwined with his. Leaning down, he nuzzled your belly, pushing your shirt up with his nose and dragging his lips across your soft, downy skin. The tickling sensation drew a bitten-back moan from you as Buggy wrapped his tongue around a hard nipple, sucking intently. You were so hard in his mouth, and goosebumps rose on your skin as he watched.
"What do you want, Y/N? You want me to fuck you?" Buggy ran his lips gently on you skin, feeling your squirm. "What do you want?"
You growled, "You son-of-a-bitch, Buggy." Your voice was tight with anger and humiliation. "You just want to hear me beg, right?”
"Yeah." He lowered his voice to a sexy whisper, remembering how much you had loved the sound of it.
“But I won't. You've been stuck in your office for a week now. And you hurt me, bad blue-haired boy!” You ran your fingers down his neck.
“I hurt you? How?”
“I don't see you in our bed. I miss you.” You said quietly. “I know you're busy, but I miss you.”
“Do you think I didn't miss you?” Buggy grinned, shifted your foot aside, then undid his pants and underwear, exposing himself to your eager eyes. "Look at what you did to me, Y/N. Look how hard you made me," Buggy murmured, stroking his hardened length as he reclined, maintaining eye contact and preening a little.
You pulled Buggy into a deep, passionate kiss, feeling his soft gasps against your lips. His heartbeat quickened, synchronizing with yours as he arched up into the embrace. He moaned quietly, gazing intently into your eyes as he pushed forward.
Your mouths opened in unison as Buggy entered you, your eyes fluttering closed, but he watched closely, observing every subtle shift in your expression. The changes told him more than any words could. Buggy paused, fully sheathed within you.
“Oh, Y/N, my cake, this is... so good... so tight,” Buggy managed through his heavy breathing.
Buggy moved in and out of you, slowly at first but quickly finding a comfortable rhythm. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in time with his thrusts. He pressed his upper body against yours as you both breathed heavily into each other's ears. With each thrust, the pencil-filled cup on the desk inched precariously closer to the edge.
Buggy slowed his rhythm, not pushing in all the way so he could press his thumb against your clit. You exhaled loudly and leaned back, placing your hands on the desk to brace yourself, which pushed your breasts forward. Buggy matched the movements of his thumb to those of his hips. Your breathing grew heavier, causing your breasts to sway. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as Buggy further slowed his thrusts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard, gently biting it between his teeth. You gazed at him with lust-filled eyes, wanting more and wishing you had given in sooner.
“Fuck, Buggy!” You gasped.
The intensity of hearing his name spoken in such a manner is almost overwhelming. He released your nipple and adjusted the depth of his thrusts, being careful not to apply too much pressure on your clitoris. Your breasts moved in sync with your irregular breathing, and Buggy had to summon all of his self-control to prevent himself from climaxing. You shut your eyes, and your irregular breathing transformed into moans as he could sense your vagina contracting around his penis in rhythmic waves. He had to shut his eyes and focus in order to prevent himself from reaching orgasm. He desired to savor this moment for as long as he could endure, so he slowed down his pace to match the diminishing waves of your orgasm. Both of you opened your eyes and exchanged wide smiles.
“You want to tell me something, Y/N?” Buggy said quietly, kissing you in your lips.
“Don't stop, please.” You tried to pull him closer.
Buggy leaned across the desk and pulled you into a passionate embrace, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your legs around him, guiding him into a steady rhythm. Breathless, you both finally broke the kiss. Buggy's breathing quickened as he neared climax. Sensing this, you tightened your pelvic muscles, eliciting a guttural groan from him.
“I’m so close, my love. I want us to come together.” You said quietly.
Buggy groaned, dug his fingers into your hips and thrust in hard while almost pulling you off the edge of the desk. He came inside you and felt his cock pulsating, pushing out the last of his come. The aftershocks of the orgasm hit Buggy like a ton of bricks, he smiled widely when he finally mustered up enough strength to lift his face to look at you, still panting like he'd just run a marathon.
“Fuck, Y/N, that was. You are...”
“Yeah, I am. I know,” you smiled back, “I feel the same. Feel better now?” You kissed him on his forehead.
“Yes. Thanks.” He kissed you back.
“You're always welcome.” You ran your hands through his hair. “It would be great if you could find time for me tonight. I miss you.”
“Oh, believe me, baby, I will find it.” Buggy ran his hand over your hair. “Sorry I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you too.” He shifted his gaze to the tray. “Hey! Don't you want to eat with me?”
You nodded.
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Moving Along
Art Donaldson x Reader
Summary: You and art bought your first house together and some other big things happen.
You stood on one side of the unmade bed looking across at your boyfriend who was still half asleep trying to help you make the bed.
“Can we just stay in bed all day” Art pouted looking too cute with his bed head and blue eyes.
“Art we have so much to do still, we’ve done nothing all week” you laughed, you and Art had just bought your first home together. You had lived together for a while though, you two would always sleep in each other’s dorm rooms, then when Art graduated and you went into grad school you rented a small apartment together. But now you were both ready for something bigger. You had recently completed law school and we’re working a good corporate job, and Arts status was moving up very fast. It wasn’t a huge mansion by any means just a little two bedroom two bathroom house in California surrounded by palm trees and beautiful greenery. You would stay until you outgrew the cute little starter home. Both you and Art have had many conversations about the future, it was obvious your guys were endgame, you knew he was going to purpose soon, you both knew.
Later on Art was hanging up photos in the hallway leading to both bedrooms, his gym shorts hung low on his hips, you watched his back muscles move and contract, you were unpacking dishes in the kitchen. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his bare stomach and chest.
“I love our house” you said into his shoulder, he flipped in your arms so he could face you
“Me too baby, how do you pictures looks?” He asked then kissed your forehead
“They almost look as good as you do working on the house” you said flirting with your boyfriend he chuckled and playfully grabbed your ass.
“The second room will be such a good nursery don’t you think?” He asked you slightly smirking,
“A Nursery?” You questioned, you and art had talked about having kids many times, you both wanted a family and couldn’t wait to have kids, but you didn’t think that would happen for a while, definitely not until you were married.
“Mhm” he hummed “We can paint the walls and build a crib, fill the whole room with toys” he told you taking your hand and walking into the empty room, it was no secret that art really wanted a baby, he’d always stop you when you’d see a baby on the street, or see a cute outfit.
“Hm did you check with Patrick because I think he thinks it’s his room” you asked only half kidding
“He’ll be okay, maybe we can do bunk beds” he suggested
“So when are you planning on this baby happening then mister”
“Well soon, after we get Married, so after I purpose” he informed you confidently, you blushed
“So when’s that gonna happen Artie?” You titled your head giving him Attitude, Art laughed pulling you into him
“Nice try babe, can’t tell you that though” he started walking out “Soon though” he said throwing one hand in the air. You smiled to yourself thinking about the future. You were so content with your life right now you and Art were getting older making a reality of the plans you would make in Arts tiny dorm room.
You and Art unpacked and organized and decorated all day long and you were both exhausted and very happy with your new home and how it was coming together. Art insisted that you guys go to dinner to celebrate this step in your relationship. It didn’t take much convincing from him you loved going on dates with Art, the fire in your relationship never died every date had the same excitement the first date had. Art took you to a restaurant right by the ocean you two sat outside talking about all the things you normally talked about plus some new stuff regarding your house. You had no idea how Art was going to purpose, he definitely teased you and would kneel to tie his shoe but make it seem like he could be purposing. You tried to put the idea out of your head you knew it would happen you were just eager to spend the rest of your life with him.
When you got home from dinner it was still slightly light out the sun was setting and was almost all the way down creating a beautiful sunset. You went to the bathroom and Art went out to your patio. He turned on the string light he had hung earlier. It was an adorable little backyard big enough for some patio furniture a hammock and maybe a small play set later on. If Art was being honest he thought about purposing to you 24/7 he finally got his grandmas engagement back from the jewelers and was carrying it around for almost a week waiting for a good moment. You walked out to meet him on the patio, he stood behind you wrapping his strong arms around you, sitting in comfortable silence for a minute
“We can put a play set over there you know” Art hummed imagining a little version of you and him playing in their yard.
“Your doing all this baby talk, you know you gotta put a ring on it first Donaldson” you teased. Art knew this was his moment, he unwrapped his arm and grabbed the small box out of his pocket kneeing down. Before you could realize what he was doing you turned around to see why he let go of you. There he was on one knee holding a velvet box out with both hands.
“Then will you marry me?” He asked in a soft tone of voice looking at your like you were his everything. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need too. You were so surprised you immediately squealed and got down to his level, you didn’t even look at the ring because it didn’t matter you would say yes no matter what. You grabbed his face with both hands with tears welling in both yours and his eyes
“Yes, Yes, Yes of course” you practically screamed throwing yourself into his arms. He wrapped you in his arms and you both laughed. Then you kissed, not like you had ever kissed before. There was so much joy and passion in this kiss you saw fireworks. He pulled away from the hug and slid the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and it was beautiful.
“It was my grandmothers” Art said as you wiped a tear from his Cheek your breath hitched in your throat and you smiled. You had known arts grandmother, she died about a year into your relationship. Art was heartbroken it was the first time you had seen him really upset, he was very close with her. Giving you this ring meant the world to him and you knew it. Tears fell down your face as you smiled pressing your forehead to his.
“It’s perfect” you whispered looking down at the ring, He looked at it too feeling how full is heart felt,
“I’ve been stealing your rings so that I could get it resized” he confessed, you laughed wholeheartedly
“I thought I lost those in the move I can’t believe you!” You laughed and so did he.
You realized the sun was fully set now and the lights were the only thing that let you see anything. It was beautiful.
You and your now fiancé sat on the patio lounge couch in each others arms, you were both quiet enjoying the beautiful night still in disbelief.
“You better call Patrick and tell him, you know he doesn’t like being left out” you laughed looking up at Art, he glanced at you smiling
“He’s already on his way with champagne” art admitted and you both laughed.
About ten minutes later you heard Patrick ringing the doorbell over and over again Art ran to the door and you followed
“HEYYYYYY” Patrick yelled nearly jumping into Arts arms. Him and Art laughed and hugged. Patrick loved you, when he first met you it was touch and go he was really protective of his best friend. But as he got to know you and you proved that you loved Art as much as he did he warmed up to you. It sort of felt like Patrick was you and Arts first son. You guys took care of him more than anyone else in his life ever did.
“Welcome to the family!” Patrick joked coming over to you pulling you in for a big bear hug still holding two bottles of champagne. Art smiled watching his two favorite people get along so well. Patrick was overjoyed for you both, he knew how much Art loved you and how long he waited for this.
���My little guy finally grew the balls to ask you to marry him I can’t believe it!” He said ruffling Arts shaggy blonde hair. “Now lemme see old Lilian’s ring” he exclaimed. Patrick was also close with Arts Grandmother, even though she thought he was a bad influence on her “little Arthur” she was the only one who called him Arthur, it always made you chuckle hearing it.
You Art and Patrick sat in your half set up living room drinking champagne from the bottle
“Pat, how are things going with you and y/f/n” you asked Patrick, a few months ago you had introduced Patrick and your friend. You had noticed how alike they were, both party animals who were stubborn but very sweet deep down. Patrick would never admit it but he was ready to settle down, he didn’t want ten girls anymore he wanted one. He was ready for something special, like you and Art had.
“Uhh… good” Patrick blushed trying to hide his growing smile,
“Yeah?” Art smiled, not used to seeing his friend like this,
“Yeah. Great actually. Things are great” Patrick smiled shyly. This was the most he’s said about her. You guys knew him though, he was in love, maybe for the first time.
The rest of the night the three of you drank champagne and talked for hours before Patrick left. Then of course you and Art celebrated alone.
#art donaldson x reader#challengers fic#art donaldson x you#art donaldson#art donaldson fluff#Patrick#patrick zweig#art#challengers
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Pt. 12
Raven: *curled up on the couch taking a nap*
Damian: *outside on a work call*
Jason: *making food*
Steph: *runs into the kitchen* have you seen the news!?!?
Jason: uh no? And Rae’s asleep so can you lower your voice; I don’t need Damian killing us
Steph: sorry, but you need to see the news!
Jason: why?
Steph: apparently some reporter or someone was at the jail last week and heard about Ravens pregnancy and announced it!!
Jason: WHAT!?
Steph: I KNOW!
Raven: *stirring in her sleep*😣
J & S: *covers their mouths and goes to another room*
Jason: do Rae and Damian know?
Steph: no, the reporter just announced it today
Jason: fuck. What the hell do we do?
Steph: I have no idea!!
Dick: why are you two freaking out?
Steph: someone heard about ravens baby and announced it to everyone on the news and social media today!
Dick:….fuck!!!
Jason: what do we do!?
Dick: do Dami and Rae know?
Jason: no!
Dick: than we got to tell them!
Steph: Rae’s gonna be devastated and Damian will be pissed
Dick: true but they gotta know
Jason: I’m not telling them!
Steph: why not?!
Jason: cause I’m not about to make Rae cry…or wake her up, and I’m not pissing off the demon spawn
Steph: I’m not either
Dick: well I already made her upset once, I won’t again
Steph: i say we tell Bruce and he tells th—
Damian: *from outside* WHAT THE FUCK?!?
Dick:……… I have a feeling we won’t need to
Damian: *storms back inside* TODD GIVE ME YOUR GUN! IM GOING TO COMMIT A MURDER!!!
Raven: *gets startled away* what’s going on?
Damian: Gotham is about to have one less reporter that’s what!!
Bruce: *comes into the living room* Damian stop yelling and calm down. What’s going on?
Damian: some fucking reporter just announced that me and raven are expecting a baby on every form of media out there!!
Raven: what!? How!?
Damian: he fucking overheard us at the police station! He made a whole thing about the baby being a bastard and I’m not even going to say what he said about you!
Raven:………..
Jason: if you won’t than I will. *pulls up the article*…okay I’m gonna kill him
Dick: what did he say?
Jason: he called raven a “gold seeking whore, who only got pregnant to trap Damian and get his money.”
Raven: *in tears* that’s not true! I’d never do such a thing especially to the man I love!!😭
Jason: oh we know that, and we’re gonna make sure this bastard knows that as well!
Selina: *heard the conversation* okay anyone else who wants to break the no killing rule meet me in the car in 5 minute!
Damian: gladly!
Bruce: okay everyone chill! We aren’t killing anyone!
Damian: give me one good reason why!?
Bruce: you really think you won’t be immediately arrested for murder!?
Damian: I don’t care!
Bruce: you will when you can’t raise your baby from prison!
Damian: I’ll make sure they don’t find the body!
Jason: same!!
Bruce: okay no!! Here’s what we’re going to do! Damian, you are going to chill and comfort your fiancé now!
Damian: *sees how upset Rae is and immediately drops everything and pulls her into his arms, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down*
Raven: *crying into his chest*
Jason: and the rest of us?
Bruce: we are going to get some ibuprofen and vodka cause it won’t be long till the press is banging on the door, and all our phones are blowing up from social media asking about the baby
Jason: that’s your plan?
Bruce: it is till raven and Damian have calmed down enough to talk about what they want to do next with the information
#damian x raven#damirae#raven dc#raven roth#raven teen titans#damian wayne#robin damian#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#stephanie brown#bruce x selina#selina kyle#bruce wayne#pregnancy
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hi!! Could you write hcs of Jason x Daughter of Apollo reader? I love your work :D
“ the sun and the storm ”
jason grace x daughter of apollo ⚡️
a/n i some reason feel like my grammar keeps not making sense in this also jason’s kinda ooc sorry
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- super cute okay?
- i feel like yall met while he was injured
- so generic ik but listen
- he had like sprained his ankle and you came in to help
- and he’s like “wow”
- audibly too
- so you’re like “what?”
- and he’s has to be like “nothing”
- he might start going to the infirmary a little too much after that
- of course your siblings catch on though
- he walks in there and immediately will’s yelling for you
- no hi, no hello, just “Y/N!”
- of course you like him too
- (other wise i wouldn’t be writing this)
- so at some point you’re leading a campfire song
- and so you sing this cutesy little love song
- and ur looking at jason the whole time
- and bless his heart, he does not
- but you don’t realize he doesn’t realize
- so you think he’s just rejecting you :(
- and so you’re hanging out with him, nico, and your brother
- but they both are getting a headache listening to the two of you
- so will interjects like “that was a great song you sang last night, y/n. right, jason?”
- he’s like love-struck being like “it was amazing”
- ofc ur like :(
- but you finally realize that you’re gonna have to actually tell him
- and like any normal person would
- the next time he’s in the infirmary you send him off with a doctor’s note
- the note read “jason grace of cabin 1 has been discharged from the camp half blood infirmary
- doctor’s signature
- patient signature
- please return if: u maybe wanna be my boyfriend?”
- he read the note like 10 times
- but once he was sure he bolted to the cabin
- nickname him the bolter iykwim
- he said yes obvi
- cutie patootie
- once yall are dating, you two are attached at the hip
- make room at the apollo table for this man
- yk like the doctor card will pulled
- you had to do the same thing
- “jason has to sit with us for his well being”
- hc chiron kinda just lets the seven do whatever they want
- so he doesn’t really care
- oh your dad loves him
- when he found out, this man
- god?
- being?
- whatever, he was GLEAMING
- planning your wedding, your future kids’ names
- and you and jason are just sitting there like
- 🧍♀️🧍🏼♂️
- SKY DATES
- i feel like everyone says this
- him flying the two of you way above camp
- and yall just laying up there
- sometimes bringing snacks
- or books
- or just 😙😙
- and yk how the zeus cabin is all like spooky?
- sometimes you stay over and become jason’s personal nightlight
- awwwwwwwww
- that’s also excused by doctor’s orders
- SUNSHINE GF X STORM BF
- omg i just realized this
- you’re literally sunshine in form of a person
- AND HE’S A STORM
- AHHH
- i have to name this the sun and the storm im sorry
- there’s already been a millon solangelo references
#jason grace x reader#jason grace#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#percy jackson and the olympians#jason grace x you#jason grace headcanon#jason grace x daughter of apollo#apollo#cabin 7#jason grace x y/n#jason grace blurb#jason grace one shot#jason grace fanfic#jason grace hc
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Sing for Me
8. Sponsored by the Devil
Cooper Howard × Fem!Reader / The Ghoul × Fem!Reader
She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence.
From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.
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Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen @one-of-thewalkingdead
AN: Not crazy about this chapter, BUT there is smut at the end so...
I sit at the bar watching the TV. A newscaster babbles on, “As all nations race to secure uranium and control the future of energy, a shortage has emerged, turning even allies into potential competitors. Will energy prices surge this winter and will it lead to an expanded war?” I chuckle softly with the shake of my head, finishing my drink. I see the familiar figure of my old friend. My old friend who sounds like he’s gotten caught up in the communist bullshit. “Sorry you couldn't make it to the party the other night, Charlie,” he looks at me with a blank face. “Guess you had one of your meetings, huh? One of your Communist meetings?” He sighs, taking the seat next to me, “Come on, man.”
“We watched people die together up north fighting against all that horseshit.” He shrugs, “Yeah, and for what?” I scoffed, “What do you mean, for what? For the American dream.
We're actors. We make movies, Charlie.”
“Yeah, the American dream has me getting shot in the ass by you all day.” I roll my eyes at his excuse. “You got five acres in Tarzana. I think you're doing all right.” He shakes his head, “It doesn't matter, Coop. Vault-Tec's the fucking devil, man.” I weigh in. “Vault Tech is a shifty company. I’ll give you that. My ex-wife works there. She’s a lot of things, but the devil? Come on now.” “Do you know what "fiduciary responsibility" means?” “Fiduciary responsibility? No, I have no fucking idea. I play a cowboy for a living.”
Charlie goes on, “Okay. So, the U.S. government has outsourced the survival of the human race to Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec is a private corporation that has a fiduciary responsibility to make money for its investors. And how does it make money? By selling vaults.” “That's called capitalism, Charlie.” He continued digging, “But they can't sell vaults if these peace negotiations go through. So Vault-Tec has a fiduciary responsibility to make sure that it doesn't work out.” I can’t even wrap my head around his speech. “Yeah. How are they gonna do that?” He falls flat, “I don't know. You remember that movie we did with Johnny Morton… you were the sheriff and I was some generic Indian?” I disagree, “Come on, man, don't say that. Tall hand Mudlake could talk to horses. You played him with grace and with dignity. It was a great role for you.”
“Morton played a rancher who owned half of Missouri. And what happens when the cattle ranchers have more power than the sheriff?” “The whole town burns down.” “Right. Vault-Tec is a trillion-dollar company that owns half of everything. And after ten years of war, the U.S. government is broker than a joke. The cattle ranchers are in charge, Coop.” I wave at his words again, “Come on, man, you sound like you're in a cult.” He fires back, “And you're sitting here defending a system that's ready to set the world on fire, Cooper. Maybe you're the one in the cult.”
I look away with the roll of my eye. He slides a card on the bar. “Look. You should come to a meeting. You should learn the truth about where your ex-wife works, and what they plan on doing with their employees. For (y/n)‘s sake.” With one final smile, my friend leaves the bar. Leaving me confused and a knot rolling in my chest.
Why the fuck would (y/n) be or any danger with Vault Tech? I stare at the card and begin to dive down a hole I’d rather not be sober for. I raise my hand, gesturing to the bartender, “Bartender, can I get one more?”
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I caved and went to attend Charlie’s meeting. It was a basic conspiracy for weak-minded individuals. She sits at the front, coffee in hand. “These soldiers that we're fighting abroad, their families, we have more in common with them than we do with the people here in power, the real enemy.” I shake my head, “That's about all the horseshit I can take.” I stand, place my hat back on my head, and make my way to the exit.
“Mr. Howard?” I stop as she addresses me. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said.” I raise my eyebrows at her, “I said that um… this is about all the horseshit I can take.” She smirks, “I didn't realize that America's favorite gunslinger was so sensitive.” She earns soft laughter from her followers. “I have my principles, Miss Williams, that's all.” I try to leave once more but she begins the conversation again, “Uh-huh. And those principles of yours… how much did Vault-Tec pay to take them off your hands?”
“Well, this is America. Everybody has a sponsor, and, uh, I'm not ashamed to earn a living.” She bickers back, “Vault-Tec is the largest company in America. There's a lot of money in selling the end of the world.” I couldn’t take her words. I fire back to her, “Well, I'm sure there's a lot of money in selling a political ideology that ends in breadlines.”
As the crowd gets upset, Charlie stands and backs away with me, “Okay, uh, sorry, this was a mistake. We'll be leaving.” Miss Williams shakes her head, coming to stand. “Oh, no, I'm-I'm quite glad you brought Mr. Howard today. You see, it happens that I know your wife… or Ex-wife. And perhaps a side of her you don't.”
I walk out and she follows close on my heels, catching up by my side. “How do you know my ex-wife?” “My research company was acquired by her division. We were developing this kind of technology that's… difficult to monetize. Cold fusion. Infinite energy. Several projects were advancing. Synthetic creations. That's what I was on the verge of achieving when Vault-Tec swept in and bought up every company I'd ever worked for.” I stare at her with no hesitation, “Every one of them? So, what are you, a millionaire communist?”
“Hypocrisy is like violence in your movies.
If you only let the bad guys use it, the bad guys win.” “Yeah? I, uh, I got a little showbiz secret for you. A good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy.”
She pushes more, “America has been locked in a resource war for over a decade. Vault-Tec bought the means to end that war, the same war you fought in, so they could put it on the shelf. All because it didn't fit into their business model. I want your help in getting it back.” She passes a small device into my palm. I roll the small object in my fingers, “What is it?” “It's a listening device.”
I nod, disbelief running through my mind. “A listening device. You… you want me to spy on them?” I chuckled softly, passing it back, “Good luck with the revolution.” She shakes her head, “You can keep it. As a token.” She sighs, “I'm not a communist, Mr. Howard. That's just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren't insane.” I meet her with silence. She speaks once more in a hushed voice, stepping closer, “I understand you have a fond relationship with Ms. (L/n). If I were you, I’d be keeping her at a distance from Vault Tech. They have plans for her.” I clenched my jaw, “what the hell are you on about?” She taps the small listening device before turning on her heel and returning to her meeting.
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I sit on the couch bouncing my knee, paranoid, thinking the worst of what could happen to (y/n). They could kidnap her. Keep her trapped in one of those damn vaults. They could kill her!
To add to the stress, we were about to set Janey down and talk to her. I roll the divine in my pocket overthinking the worst. My nerves got the best of me, and I gave up, going to the pip-boy on the counter. The divide pairs within seconds. Just in time for Barb to walk out and retrieve the bulky oversized wrist technology. She straps it onto her wrist before looking at me, eyebrows raised. “Are you ready?” I nod, “Yeah. I'll be out there in just a minute.”
She nods and exits the house. I watch as she sits down with Janey. I place the listening divide in my ear, clearly hearing Barb and Janey from outside. Roosevelt whines causing me to shake my head. There was no logical reason to believe anything those conspiracy theorists had to say. “You're right, Roosevelt,” I tuck the small device into my pocket, “What are you thinking?”
Janey has to be the smartest, and most intelligent little girl in the world. I had been very honest in explaining how her mother and I just didn’t feel the same and how we were going to be living away from each other. She knew something had been off for months. She had no issue expressing her feelings and opinions on the scheduling. “As long as daddy and (y/n) can take me for ice cream every other Friday!” I smile at Janey, while Barb does not. She simply ignores it.
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The sun rose on Saturday morning, kissing the land of California. I stand on the back patio with a cup of coffee just taking in the beauty. It had been a month to the day since Cooper and I started dating. Life was good. I was happy. He was here more days out of the week than not. I couldn’t think of a better day than today to tell him the news.
The sliding glass door catches my attention. Cooper walks out, coffee in hand and a smile on his face. He wraps an around around me, nuzzling into my neck. “Good morning.” It’s such a perfect paradise with him at this moment. “Good morning, love.” I lean back into him, rubbing my fingertips up his arm, tracing each speck and freckle. “I have a surprise for you.” He looks down, trying to find a hint within my soul. “What type of surprise?” I turn around in his hold, now facing him. “A good one. I think you’ll be pleased with it.” He trails a finger down the front of my chest, dipping into my robe, brushing my concealed skin. “Wouldn’t happen to be you would it?” I shake my head, moving out of his grasp before I get caught up. “Nope. Get dressed Mr. Howard because we are going on a little adventure.”
We both get ready and exit my house. I get into the driver's seat before he can argue. "So where are we going?" I smirk at him as I begin to drive to the secret location. "You'll see."
We pass the line in Bakersfield and Cooper looks at me, even more confusion in his eyes. 30 more minutes down the line we pull up to a gate. I flip the keypad and enter the entrance code. The large gate slides open and I drive up the start of a long gravel driveway. Cooper looks at the surroundings in awe. The lush land filled with vegetation, and life. "6 acres on each side. There's a big barn in the back. I figured Sugarfoot could have his own space." Cooper sits silently as we pull up to the large cabin. I park the car and turn off the engine. I exit with a smile. "Are you coming?"
Cooper gets out of the vehicle, mouth gaping as he tries to make sense of the situation. "What did… Is this…" I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. "It's ours." I pull the keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of his face. "How did you do this?" I waved my hand at him, "It was nothing. Heather and her boyfriend are sold in California. I offered them my house at an amazing rate, and I was able to get this place up here."
I squeeze his hands with a nervous smile. "I knew this was a risk. A huge one, but I know we had talked about it before, and it was just the perfect opportunity. It just… felt right." Cooper finally breaks into a smile, he hoists me up into his arms. I laugh in surprise, "What in the world are you doing?" He smiles charmingly down at me. "Well, I'm carrying you through the threshold of our new home, sweetheart." Nothing could be better than this moment. He passes through the doorway, the warmth of the cabin enveloping us in its glow.
"What you say we… break in a few rooms? See if the acoustics are good for that angelic voice of yours. I want you to sing for me, honey. Just the way you know I like." He kisses up my neck mumbling into my skin. Room by room Cooper drew orgasm from me. Each one is stronger than the last.
He carries me from the kitchen counter to the long hallway, posting me up on the wall, fucking into me with long thrusts. I moan out loudly the sound carrying through the halls. Cooper smirks, biting his lip as he hears my echoed pants bouncing off the walls.
''That's my girl,'' Cooper rumbled out, pressing his fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to glue my eyes on him. I summoned every ounce of strength I had to begin lifting my hips away from him. I couldn't take anymore, and he knew it. The pressure eased as his girth slowly withdrew from the depths of my sensitive walls. He pushes me into the wall further, deepening his thrusts.
I mewled involuntarily to his sudden way to keep me still. ''I don't think I can-'' I managed to blurt out, despite the trembling rushing through my entire body as his strong hands held me firmly in place.
''Of course, you can, sweetheart.'' He cooed through a strained groan. The stretch of his length was just right, so satisfying that made me want to writhe and squirm on top of him, to lose myself in the rawness of the moment. The friction of our bodies, the sound of our combined breaths, the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume hanging heavy in the air.
''Cooper,'' I cried out from the immense fullness of his length, unable to contain the bliss as every nerve in my body was set on fire.
One of his hands traced a path up the curve of my side, his touch sending electric tingles through my skin, each movement leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
He exits my heat, earning a whine from me. He moves us to lie on the sofa. He guided me to sit on his lap, lining his length up again. He kisses up my spine. He lifted one hand from my hip, a tender touch that trailed the expanse of my body until it reached my face and cupped my cheek to tilt my head downwards, coaxing me to meet his gaze.
Cooper leaned close, his breath warm against my ear, "Show me what a good cowgirl you can be." He murmured, the boom of his voice low and primal. As soon as he spoke those words, my hips jerked into action. I leaned back against his chest, grinding down on him, rising and falling on his cock like a bitch in heat.
''That's right, sweetheart,'' Cooper strained, breathless mumbling reverberated through the warm cabin. He slipped a hand from my hips and with ease, he directed his attention to the most sensitive bud of nerves.
His touch met the tender flesh, I gasped at the sensation, the smooth pad of his finger gliding over the bundle of my clit. Cooper groaned from behind, ''You just keep riding me like that," He helped put motion into my movement. I was a mess, sobs escaped as the pleasure ripped through me.
I surrendered myself completely to him once more, needing nothing but him. Always him. Mustering up all the strength in my legs, I bounced on him even harder than before. My walls tightened around Coooper's length, and my climax finally burst. The waves crash causing me to see stars.
With each clench, I felt him twitch from inside. I lean back as he says, "Stay inside, Cooper." He sucked in a breath, biting into the skin of my shoulder. His thrusts are relentless as he pursues his release. All it took was a few more thrusts, and his body was convulsing beneath me, his movements seeming almost otherworldly while he emptied himself inside my cunt.
He lurched forward, dragging me close to his bare chest. He slowly rolled us over, his cock slipped free. I sighed heavily, but satiated and nestled into him. "Home sweet fucking home." Cooper leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. ''I say we broke in every fuckin inch of this place, sweetheart."
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Oi, just a heads up for future asks, because I get questions like this several times a week, I'm not gonna be responding to any more asks along the lines of "will [insert character here] be in Rekindled" or "how will you handle [xyz]".
I know, I know, that sounds really personal! But I promise it's not with any ill intent, I can totally understand why many of you are asking them because y'all just want that reassurance in knowing I'm not gonna do whatever Rachel did - and the best way to hear it is often from the horse's mouth - but when it comes right down to it these are often questions I've either already answered or simply CAN'T answer because that would involve me outright spoiling stuff. Like, most of the time I really can't tell you anything beyond "wait and see", and that's not me trying to be a dick holding out on y'all, I just don't want to spoil stuff! What DOES make me feel like a dick is answering with vague half-answers that don't satisfy your questions LOL But telling you outright what my plans are doesn't just run the risk of ruining the experience for readers, it can also ruin it for me because if I told you everything that was gonna happen, then I wouldn't have anything to surprise you with and it would suck all the fun out of it LOL
As a general rule of thumb, if you're asking about something in LO that I've adamantly criticized (especially stuff that's become popular opinion like the problems with the age gap, the SA plotline, the inclusion of Eris, the Eros x Psyche plot, etc.) then the odds are like 99% that I'm either not doing it or changing it LOL
I know it's a big BIG ask to "trust the process" after so much of that trust was burned with LO, but believe me when I say, I was one of y'all who got burned and I don't intend on making the same mistakes Rachel did, for my sake and yours. I'd like to think I've been doing a pretty okay job up until this point, but also much of that job is fairly easy to do when the bar is on the floor LMAO but I've got so much stuff planned that I'm super hyped for and while it may not feasibly satisfy every single person who's reading along - especially when it comes to the things I choose to remove or drastically change - I do hope at the very least it'll be a story worth following along with until the end. It's been an amazing year working on this project and sharing it with you all, so please just hang in there, whatever burning questions you have about the plot and its characters will be answered in due time as we get to them together <3 (and don't worry if I don't respond to any of your "what will you do with xyz" asks, it's not personal I promise, it's just that I've either already answered them or can't answer them fully without spoiling LOL)
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Childhood friends to lovers w modern Jace and he’s just really protective over you. When they go out to a party, he’s just begging you to not start anything with any guys, and he’s lowkey mad at you for wearing something revealing. You end up really drunk to the point where Jace has to take you home and you’re just rlly touchy and bold, confessing things you would never say if you sober. And he’s just being flirty back and teasing you abt the stuff you’re saying about him. Idek where this is going but like eventual smut. 😩 Ty, your works are so good.
I love college modern!Jace. To my eyes, he is always part of the hockey team and friends with Cregan. This is how I see modern!Jace
Sorry, I didn't do smut because consent when drunk is not valid consent (you know what I mean?) but everything else is checked!
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Jace sat on your bed as you finished getting ready in your bathroom. He played with the ears of your purple giraffe plushie, smiling when he saw the friendship bracelet still tied to its neck.
‘’Do you know if Jason is gonna be there tonight?’’
‘’Lannister?’’
You hummed and Jace grimaced.
‘’He’s a fucking asshole and only want you for sex. Don’t talk to him. Okay?’’
You rolled your eyes in the mirror, tired of Jace disapproving of every guy you talked to. He wasn't trying to make all guys seem bad; he just knew them and their intentions better than you. He was looking out for you.
And you trusted his judgment.
‘’Yes, dad,’’ you replied sarcastically as you came out of the bathroom.
Jace’s head lifted when you came into view, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the top you were wearing. To his eyes, this was a bra — with a longer bodice. While you looked really good in it, guys at the party will think the same and oggle you in ways that would make Jace want to punch them.
‘’Eh, is there a second shirt that goes over this one?’’
You frowned at his question. ‘’No. Why? What’s wrong with my shirt?’’
Jace took a few seconds to think of a way of saying that your shirt was showing a lot without sounding like he was calling you slutty. ‘’Aren’t you gonna get cold? It’s nearly November.’’
You shrugged, grabbing your phone and dorm keys. ‘’I’m fine. You always give me your jacket when I get cold.’’
‘’Right. But maybe you should take a jacket with you? In case I’m not available to give you mine.’’
‘’Not available?’’ Your lips curled into a mischievous smirk. ‘’Jacaerys Velaryon, are you planning on leaving with a girl tonight?’’ you teased, poking at his chest. You’ve seen him kissing girls at parties, but he never left with any of them.
He ignored your question, clearly not wanting to discuss his romantic life. ‘’Let’s go. Cregan is already on his third beer. I need to get my revenge on air hockey before he gets too drunk.’’
You laughed, slipping your phone into your small purse. ‘’Can I play too?’’
‘’We’ll see,’’ Jace said, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked out of your dorm.
It’s not that he didn’t want you to play. You’ve played with the boys before. It’s just that your shirt was not ideal for playing air hockey. If you leaned on the table, everything would be exposed and he didn’t like the idea of his friends looking at your tits.
The music was loud at the frat house, plunging everyone into the ambiance. You were sipping your second drink and dancing with your friends after watching Cregan annihilate Jace at air hockey. Jace seemed distracted, his eyes scanning the room instead of focusing on the game. Maybe he was searching for a girl?
Shaking off the thought, you headed to the kitchen and made yourself another drink. You should be happy if he found someone he liked, but the truth was, you were secretly jealous. He had been your best friend since kindergarten, you should have dibs on him.
You put the caps back on the bottles and reached for your glass, but someone snatched it away.
‘’Hey! Give it back!’’
‘’No more drinks for you,’’ Jace said from behind you, pouring the contents of your glass into the sink.
‘’It’s my first drink. Okay, maybe my second…or third.’’ A giggle escaped your lips. You were a lightweight when it came to drinking, a fact you always seemed to forget. ‘’I think I’m a little tipsy.’’
Jace raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. ‘’Tipsy?’’ He shook his head and suggested you head home and watch Grey’s Anatomy.
You pouted, not wanting to leave the party just yet, but the thought of watching Grey's Anatomy with Jace sounded nice. He was always so invested in the episodes and characters, but it was a secret. If his teammates knew, they would never let him live it down.
His arm was around you, leading you out of the frat house and into the cool night air. As you walked back to your dorm, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for Jace’s presence. You didn’t know many guys who would offer to take their drunk friend home without any bad intentions.
‘’You’re a good person, Jace,’’ you said, his jacket over your shoulders. ‘’Always looking out for me.’’
He chuckled, pulling you closer when a group of drunk guys walked by. ‘’What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?’’
You didn’t respond.
Once you were at your dorm, you set up your laptop and settled into your small bed. It was a tight fit, but you and Jace made it work.
The episode started where you left off.
‘’Who do you think is better? McDreamy or McSteamy?’’ you asked as Derek appeared on the screen.
‘’I don’t know,’’ Jace responded, lying comfortably against your pillows. ‘’Mark is eye-candy, but I think early seasons McDreamy was peak.’’
You nodded, laying your head against Jace’s shoulder. ‘’Same. I have a soft spot for brunets. And curly hair.’’
‘’Derek doesn’t have curly hair…’’
‘’But you do and it’s cute.’’
‘’You think my hair is cute?’’ Jace repeated, teasing you.
‘’It’s so curly and bouncy. And soft too.’’ You twirled one of Jace’s curly hair around your finger, your fingers lingering as position caused your chest to press slightly against his. ‘’And you smell very good. Except when you play hockey. You’re stinky.’’
Jace laughed, the sound vibrating through your body. ‘’Good to know. I’ll make sure I shower before seeing you.’’
You smiled, your fingers still playing with his hair. ‘’You’re so pretty.’’
Your last compliment took him by surprise, his cheeks flushing. Had you not been intoxicated on alcohol, tonight would have taken a different turn, but Jace was respectful. He would never make a move without your sober consent.
‘’Eh, thanks. Let's...let's continue watching Greys.’’
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Inconvenience | g.clarke
Chapter 4: Tough Day
Summary: The boys try and help Noa with a new project
Word Count: 1.2k+
Warnings: swearing, George being a dick (again)
Roughly a week or so had passed since Noa moved into her new apartment, and her hopes that George would warm up to her hadn’t been achieved yet.
Even though she spent most evenings with the boys, he would still only talk to her if the others were there, and whenever he could he avoided her at all costs.
It was beginning to bother Noa. She couldn’t understand why he was acting this way towards her, and after thorough discussions with his other roommates, they confirmed that she hadn’t done or said anything to cause this behaviour.
Luckily, Arthur Hill and her got on like a house on fire, and being one of the better housemates at DIY, he aided in building most of her new furniture whenever he wasn’t recording a video or working on his new song.
“So when’s it coming out? I feel as if I can only listen to the same sound bite before I go crazy.” Noa said, glancing up from her laptop to look at Arthur, who was sitting on her kitchen counter.
“Should be done in a couple of weeks, just trying to iron out the wrinkles and sort the bridge out.” He replied, taking a long swig of tea out of the mug that she had leant him. “What are you working on? I feel as I can hear your brain whirring.”
Noa grumbled and massaged her temples. It was moments like these that she wished she had an influencer job, with complete creative freedom and a flexible schedule, instead of her gruelling 9-6. “Trying to find as many different types of ancient column design as possible. Well, not too ancient because the clients want their building to look modern enough.”
Arthur gave her a sympathetic look. “You really are bottom of the food chain in your firm aren’t you?”
“Yep. That’s what you get when you’re the new kid, all the tasks that no one else wants.”
“But at least you’re not having to make coffee and do paperwork right?” He asked hopefully.
Noa raised her eyebrows at him. “Why do you think I’m having to do this at home, and not in the office.”
“Ah.”
“Ah indeed.” She muttered, scrolling through another page of Grecian inspired pillars. “Honestly, sometimes rich people have too much money to spend. I mean, who needs a foyer with the three types of alternating pillars, that match the fountains? Do you know how expensive that is Arthur?”
He winced. “I’m guessing a lot.”
“Correct.”
“Noa!” Chris yelled, swinging the door open. “You, me, George and the two Arthurs and the club. Yes?”
“Chris, it’s a Thursday night.”
“Exactly! Thursday night, do you have anything better to do?”
Noa blinked at him. “Be up in the morning with ample amount of sleep ready for work?”
“God I forget you have a boring actual job.”
“Someone has to remind you guys there’s an actual world out there.” She muttered, typing quickly on her computer, eyes widening as her stomach let out a low growl.
Chris and Arthur slowly turned their heads to look at her. “Okay, new plan. Order takeout and watch a movie?”
“I could be up for that.” She said quietly, absentmindedly chewing on the end of her pen, before going to jot down some notes. “Just need to finish working.”
Chris’ eyebrows raised. “And when will that be?”
“Before the end of time.” Noa said. “Or at least I hope so. I’ve gotta figure out the best combination of these pillars and then I’ll be done.”
“And how many combinations are there?”
“Well there’s eight main types, but then there’s different patterns within those. I might have actually lost count.”
Chris moved so that he could peer over Noa’s shoulder, and winced at the number of tabs open she had on her computer, as well as the scribbles that adorned her notebook.
“Gonna be honest. I’ve got no clue at what looks good. But I believe in you Noa, if anyone could figure it out it’s you.” He said reassuringly, patting her head. “Right, Hill let’s order food, at this point in time Noa will probably eat whatever we put in front of her, so what are we feeling up for?”
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arthurhill everyone drop your favourite pillars and columns to help with Noa’s latest design
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fan1 everyone knows the correct answer is doric
⮑ fan2 booo temple of winds supremacy
maxbalegde scared and confused at this comment section
⮑ noamurphy they’re all just architecture nerds like me
arthurtv correct answer is ionic
⮑ noamurphy no it isn’t I promise
⮑ arthurtv one day you’ll see
⮑ noamurphy sure. also we’re getting take out if you wanna join
⮑ arthurtv I am running to the elevator
fan3 noa in the ikea vlog is everything 😫🤌🤌🤌
⮑ fan4 she is a divine queen
⮑ fan3 her and George in the bed 🤌🤌
⮑ fan4 nooo that was the most forced and uncomfortable thing I couldn’t with it-
gkbarry_ we stan a hardworking queen
⮑ noamurphy love you boo
⮑ gkbarry_ okay now girlie take a break
“Okay Noa, maybe take Grace’s advice and stop? Surely it would be better to rest up and then be able to finish it when you’re not exhausted?” Chris asked gently, reaching to slide the laptop away from her grip.
Noa glared at him and swatted his hands away. “No Christopher. No.”
Chris gave her a stern look, only looking away when the door slammed open again, revealing Arthur Television in his pyjama trousers and hoodie. “Food, when?”
“The one with the law degree decides to speak like a caveman.” Chris muttered, shaking his head, as a much calmer George walked through the door.
Walking into her apartment, George was hit with the realisation that he’d never been in Noa’s apartment before - she’d always been at theirs, or if Chris and Arthur where heading down he’d give the excuse that he was busy planning videos.
He was pleasantly surprised. Well, he didn’t exactly know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t a light and airy apartment. Maybe he thought there would be neon lights everywhere, like the ones that adorned Chris’ room or stacks of books like Arthur.
The living room was cosy, and he recognised the two sofas that they had picked out in Ikea, as well as a plush rug, with a coffee table that matched the dining table and chairs. A couple of pictures adorned the walls, a simple beach watercolour as well as some cinematic shots of her playing football with Arthur and Chris.
His brow furrowed. Neither of them mentioned that she played, and since she’d arrived they had filmed a football video for Chris’ channel, but she didn’t take part. Surely if Noa was good enough to warrant her to have photos of her playing, then surely Chris would want that talent in his videos?
George cast his eyes to Noa, who was hunched over her laptop, still trying to finish the designs. Arthur TV sat next to her, and the pair were discussing which column designs worked the best together.
“Maybe that person was onto something bringing temple of winds into the conversation…what if you put them with some Doric pillars, then…” Arthur trailed off, stumped.
“You see? Finding two designs that go together is easy, but a third? A fucking third?” Noa sighed, resting her head on the keyboard.
“How rich are the clients, ie, what’s the budget?”
“Yeah, are they Ronaldo rich, or so rich that you’ve probably never heard of them?” Arthur Hill asked.
“The second one.” She muttered. “Which is why it has to be perfect, because they are paying us a lot.”
Noa sighed and pulled up the designs of the fountains that had been chosen. She studied them meticulously, trying to find a hint that could help her. Even though it was strenuous work, this was one of the reasons that loved designing buildings, once you found all the right pieces, it perfectly fell into place like a puzzle. It was incredibly satisfying, and seeing the final projects always made her heart swell with pride.
But this was really trying her patience. Why couldn’t she figure it out? It didn’t also help that she had a live audience watching her stress over it. “Do you know when the food’s getting here?”
“Should be about five minutes.”
“Thank god.”
“Oh never mind, the guys here.” Chris said, slipping his shoes on, that had been previously abandoned by the door. “Arthur can you help carry it?”
“Sure.” Both of them replied, following Chris out of the door, leaving George alone with Noa.
She was silently cursing the three that had just left, physically wishing all the curses and ailments upon them for leaving her with George. Who, was silently leaning against her kitchen counter.
George didn’t know what to do. Ever since the trip to Ikea he hadn’t been close to Noa again, not that he wanted to, but he wasn’t sure if he should mention it. Why should he? If she hadn’t mentioned it then surely she was fine, right?
Not that he even wanted to talk to her.
George couldn’t fully see into Noa’s room, most is it being blocked by the angle at which he was looking in, and from what he could tell, it was just like the rest of the apartment, except with more decorations. He wasn’t sure why, but he was curious about what was inside, how Noa had organised her bookcase, what perfumes she used, how she kept her jewellery, the way her plans laid out on her sketching desk.
And he didn’t know why.
As far as he was concerned he actively disliked Noa, and so he couldn’t fathom why a part of him was so interested in her, why he wanted to know the little details of her life.
Noa closed her eyes. She was genuinely considering giving up, but she knew she couldn’t. This had to be finished that evening so that it could be sent to her supervisor ready for the next morning. Pushing her chair back, she stood up and paced into her bedroom, unknown to her that George’s eyes followed her every step, hoping that one of her books would provide her with some inspiration.
But it wasn’t any of her architecture books that caught her eye. It was the battered copy of the third Percy Jackson book - it was her favourite of the series, and would read it religiously as a child. Partially, as a child it was her dream to become a Hunter of Artemis, and so she could read the book over and over again without tiring of it.
Somehow, this was the prompt she needed to let the puzzle pieces fall into place. “OH MY GOD!” She exclaimed, sprinting out of her room and skidding on the wooden floor to the table. Noa grinned whilst nearly destroying her keyboard at how quickly she was typing.
“FOOOOD!” Chris called, carrying the plastic bags and setting them down in front of Noa.
“Dude give me two minutes I’ve figured it out.”
“Really?” Arthur TV asked excitedly, pulling the chair next to her out, so he could see what she was working on. “Caryatids? Noa that’s genius! They match the f-“
“Fountains yeah, because they’ve got marble women carved into them, and so they’d match perfectly.”
“Have we ever said you’re a genius?” Chris asked, smiling proudly at her.
“Only when I do genius shit.”
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So I came across a video where they put Batman against Spider-Man's villains but I ended the Video early cause for the very first villain (the Scorpion... so not even one of Spidey's biggest enemies) they said Batman would just call the Justice League for help... which really go against the idea of putting one Super Hero against anothers Rouge Gallery
So I wanna ask... how would Batman do against Green Goblin, Kingpin, Venom, Doc Ock and Kraven the Hunter?
And for Spider-man... how would he do against Joker, Mr. Freeze, Bane, Ra's al Ghul and Scarecrow?
Okay I'm gonna say this to start
Spider-Man? Walks through Batman's rogue gallery. Peter has to roll with any punch that hits him so people's hands are not SHATTERED. He can CASUALLY punch Scorpion's jaw off, who is MUCH stronger than a normal human.
Joker? Looses instantly against basic jokes at his expense. And he would not be able to effect Peter the same way some of Peter's own villains can. Because... Well Joker is no match for Peter physically or mentally, and the equivalent to the Joker for Peter has all the resources in the world
Anyone who is normal human levels like Two Face, Ra's, Riddler, Penguin, Anarky, Black Mask, Court of Owls, Killer Moth, Firefly, the mob bosses. All of them are easy to be taken out. Heck BANE would get his ass handed to him because Peter would still be too strong for him. Same with Killer Croc.
Mr Freeze would also be an easy win. But also Peter would be more than happy to help him and save him/Nora
The ones who would give Peter the biggest issue are the ones with chemical weapons or inhuman abilities. Clayface is the main inhuman one here, but even then Peter is use to fighting Sand Man and Hydro Man.
Some people claim that with his experience with Mysterio, Scarecrow would be easy. .... Mystero focuses on lights and sound and illusions. There is nothing tangible there, there is no hallucinations in play. Fear Toxin could potentially trip Peter up, as well as fuck up his Spider-Sense. He'd have to the will to power through, but it's catch him off guard.
Poison Ivy would probably be his biggest issue with the phermones and vines and Peter's weakness for lovely ladies and red heads. Especially since, most of the time, she's not a bad guy just doing things the bad way.
Spider-Man sweeps Gotham
But.... On to Batman?
Kingpin and other mob style/human level villains? Bruce wins against. Him, Vulture, Shocker, guys like that. Same with Doc Ock on most days (those days when Dan Slott isn't giving Otto god mode)
Kraven? Kraven is like Bane without the venom weakness. Bruce is getting hunted, exhausted and more than his back broken.
Sand Man and Hydro Man, and kinda Electro, would give him a LOT of problems. But problems he could handle, ones he could overcome. They'd be hard but he could do it
Venom? Carnage? Any Symbiote? Spider strength, spider speed, spider reflexes, spider sense, webbing, wall crawling. All of that, enhanced, alongside tentacle attacks and being able to turn invisible? Sorry, Bruce is dead. The only way he'd win is with fire and sonic attacks, but he'd need to know their weakness BEFORE the fight to do so. Which goes against this idea. But even if he didn't, symbiotes have fluctuated so much with what they can and can't take when it comes to fire and sonics that might not even work.
And Green Goblin?
....
Green Goblin?
Sure, let's give Joker enhanced strength and speed and all the tech he could ever want. Let's give him as much, if not more, money than Bruce Wayne. Let's make him vindictive, angry and petty instead of just a sadist jokester
...
Bruce is either dead or broken by the Goblin. He can't keep up physically, Norman matches if not exceeds his gadget usage, Norman plans just as if not more than Bruce and he is just as cruel and evil as Joker without anythig that makes him hold back for Batman
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