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clockwayswrites · 6 months

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A Broken Sort of Normal, Part 17

WC:1471 Masterpost CW: must distress continues

“Danny!”

Danny had just—

Somehow he had—

Danny is falling.

Wally makes it in time to catch him. He goes from blocks away to having Danny in his arms in an instant. Gently, so gently, he holds Danny and lowers them to the ground, next to the heart that Danny had ripped out of the leader’s chest.

“Wally,” Danny rasps. His voice is weaker than Wally has ever heard it. It’s like some twisted imitation of how Danny sounds when he wakes up in the morning, voice rough with the remnants of sleep. Danny is even smiling the same, soft smile.

“Medic!” Wally screams. Hands shaking, he clutches at Danny’s chest. He can feel Danny’s breath stuttering under his trembling fingers. “I need a medic!”

Danny’s fingers wrap weakly around Wally’s. They feel so cold.

Wally stuffs the sob back into his throat. “Thought I told you to stay safe.”

He did, too. Before they split up at the Watchtower to Zeta down to their respective locations, Wally had pulled Danny to the side and rested their foreheads together. He had told Danny this was a big one and that he needed Danny to stay safe before kissing him goodbye.

“Sorry,” Danny murmurs. His eyes are glassy now.

Wally doesn’t think Danny even sees him anymore.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. They’re supposed to get married. Buy one of those row houses Danny is always looking at. Have mornings and nights and years together. They’re supposed to have tomorrow.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Wally says, sniffling, trying desperately to smile for Danny. “I love you no matter what.”

“Love you too. Had to…”

Wally hushes him, softly, gently. He doesn’t want Danny to spend his last breaths on excuses. Wally leans down and presses their lips together.

Danny’s lips are so cold.

“I love you so much.”

Foreheads resting together, Wally twists his grip so that he can feel Danny’s pulse. The heartbeats are unsteady under his fingers. Unconsciously, Wally starts counting them as his mouth runs without his permission or thought, just affirmation after affirmation about how much he loves Danny. He doesn’t want Danny to die without feeling loved.

He doesn’t—

There’s a feeling, suddenly, like when a plane pressurizes or an elevator drops and both of their breaths stutter. Then it pops.

The world is lit in a green glow.

Danny arches with a gasp.

Wally clutches Danny protectively to his chest and looks up.

A glowing, slowly twisting orb of green floats above them. A wisp trails from Danny’s chest up to the mass. Above it, hands splayed on either side of the ball, is floating a woman with green skin, black hair, and red eyes that look at Danny with a hungry sort of malice that makes Wally want to lunge at her.

And then she starts laughing. The sound blends with the melodic noise as the coins on her outfit shake with her laughter. “Oh, Phantom. I was starting to think that you would actually manage.”

She reaches her hand over the orb, fingers sinking into it to pull herself forward. Danny jerks in Wally’s arms.

“Seven years. You made me wait seven years. I didn’t think you had it in you, Phantom. I was sure when you made that wish, that foolish, stupid, wonderful wish that you’d trip up within a week. But you didn’t! You made me wait seven years!” The ground shakes with her scream. She clears her throat and smooths down her outfit, making sure that the skirt lay right over her genie-like tail. “But it doesn’t matter. You did it now and all the others can stop hounding me for their slice of your power for helping with this plan. And of all things you did it for love. You always were weak, Phantom.”

“Who are you?” Wally snarls, trying to tuck Danny closer to him, as if it is possible to do so.

The woman looks down at Wally, arching a brow before her purple lips form into a razor sharp smirk. “I am Desiree and I should thank you. How does it feel, to know that you killed your lover?”

Wally’s heart skips a beat.

“That he’s dying in your arms because he couldn’t stand to lose you? That he's going to make you live with that pain instead? Don’t you wish that it could be different?”

Wally does. He doesn’t want to lose Danny. He doesn’t want the world to lose Danny. He wishes—

The air compresses again. Another pop. A flash of yellow light.

“Thought we were fighting aliens, not ghosts and djinn?” a tired British voice asks.

Wally twists around to see a battered, bloodied, and bruised Constantine and Zatanna standing on the edge of the crater.

“Help him!” screams Wally. His voice cracks around the plea.

The Dark team takes in the scene, eyes darting from Danny to the orb to the— to Desiree. John’s face darkens quickly. “Well that has to be fucking dealt with.”

“Oh, you’ll deal with me?” scoffs Desiree. “Do you know who I am? Do you know what I have?”

Desiree pulls herself across the orb again, sinking her clawed fingers into it. Danny twitches in Wally’s arms with each stab. The green seeps up from it like punctured air and wraps itself around Desiree’s neck.

“No matter, I can absorb some of his power now to deal with you rats!” Desiree screams. She plunges her arms into the orb. The green flashes blindingly bright. The wisps grow. The tendrils tighten.

Danny lets out a weak breath of air, like it was the last in his lungs.

“Constantine!” Wally begs.

The green light ripples and pulses. Wally looks up, trying to shield Danny from it. It’s like Desiree is drinking it in.

Constantine and Zatanna are talking. Wally can’t hear what they’re saying. He can’t hear Desiree laughing even though he knows she is. He can’t hear the chant Zatanna calls out. All Wally can hear is the fragile, rattling breaths from Danny.

When the breaths stop, it’s like Wally’s world goes silent.

And then it explodes in green.

Wally covers Danny’s body with his own, holding tight as the light and wind rips past them. When it settles, Wally pulls back. The djinn is gone.

Danny is silent.

“John, he’s not breathing!” Wally shouts.

“Zap him!” John shouts back. He’s scrambling down the edge of the crater, rushing into the cloud of green that’s settled in it. Wally loses sight of him. “Zap him!”

Wally’s never done that.

He’s never tried to call on the electricity outside of a battle. He’s only just gotten a handle on moderating its power. He can’t—

But Danny is dead in his arms. Breaths silent. Heart silent. Dead.

Wally’s hands tremble as he rests them over Danny’s chest and pushes the power that thrums under his skin, through his fingertips, and into Danny.

The word explodes in green again— like a lit match in a room full of gas.

Wally’s flung backwards, away from Danny, hitting something, someone, and they tumble together. Then John is helping Wally up. They rush through the scattered remnants of the green fog. Wally falls to his knees next to Danny.

Please please please—

And Danny breathes.

Sound comes back to Wally’s world.

There’s an echo in Danny’s ears. The ringing of it feels like it’s burrowing into his brain, like it’s vibrating through his very bones, like his heart is stuttering and jumping to try and match the awful sound. It makes Danny groan in pain.

Someone is talking to him. He can hear the words past the hum of the ringing but can’t understand them. He whines, arching up. His fingertips scramble at some soft material. Suddenly, there’s a weight pressing down on his shoulder.

“—still. You’re safe, but you’re hurt.”

“Wally,” Danny gasps. He tries to speak but he’s not sure most of the words make it past his lips. “Did Wally make a wish with Desiree? Please, no!”

The press of soft lips against his temple Danny would recognize anywhere. That’s Wally. Wally was still alive.

“It’s okay Danny. Desiree is gone. Constantine and Zatanna showed up. Apparently all the…” Wally sounds so wrecked that it makes Danny whine again. There’s another brush of those lips. “All the death magic being used alerted them. When she started to absorb the, um, your? Absorb the power, Constantine and Zatanna basically forced it into her all at once. It overwhelmed her and she, well, exploded.”

That sounds good. It is good she’s gone. Danny thinks he should be concerned about more, more that he needs to know, but Wally is alive. Somehow he is alive. The rest he can deal with later.

Danny makes a soft noise and slips back into the black.

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AN: What, you didn't think I was actually going to kill Danny, did you? ^_~

One chapter (or two parts) left! Danny's got some explaining to do! And Wally has some important things to say too.

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controld3vil · 11 days

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two psychopaths

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic), austin butler x actor!reader (can be read as ambiguous/platonic/romantic, WHATEVER YOU GUYS PREFER)

synopsis: requested by this ask and this!

alt: regardless of you two playing psychopaths, in reality, you were the sweetest human beings ever.

notes: i applaud austin butler for his performance omg!! dually noted that the reader has hair that is long enough to be put into a ponytail (they are showing off a cute hair tie they got). NO BETE READ i apologize !!

You should have expected something. If not for your past antics, there would be no reason for them to be here. It was touching really, playing against your own tactics.

Without delay, in the morning, you were going to buy breakfast. When you decided and reluctantly remembered your cast members were going to have an interview around the same area. The building was close by, a block from the café shop. And so you rushed across the street, with a butter croissant in one hand, and a hot drink in another.

"Boo!" As you had snuck behind, grabbing both of their shoulders together in a tight squeeze. You could feel Timothee Chalamet's body jump while Austin Butler feeling startled, and involuntarily jerked back to swat your hand.

"Hey!"

"Oh my gosh, you scared me!"

"That was the point!" Your snickering was quickly joined by the film crew behind the scenes. It was all caught on camera and gave a great spook for everyone on set. You could still feel your heartbeat pumping as you tightened your grip on both of their shoulders.

"They really got you two!" The host of Comicbook.com and interviewer Brandon Davis exclaimed, covering his mouth with his fist. You were glad he and the rest of the crew obligated you to sneak in, a few minutes before their interview. Your eyes followed behind the movie poster to the corner, where you had laid your breakfast. Making sure nothing slipped or stomped on.

"Now we're really gonna get you next time!" Timothee's voice brought your attention back to him. Your grip never leaves his side, as he holds onto it as if threatening you.

"I'd like to see you two try," Nodding as you sneered. To add more to the competition, you gave a shaky handshake without breaking eye contact.

On the other hand, Austin could only lean back in his chair with an amused grin. "I thought you also had an interview today?" Tapping your hand on his shoulder, casually not minding your invasion of his personal space.

Your attention shifts, and you smile sweetly. "Mine is after lunch so I still got time." Lowering your tone, playfully mimicking Austin's voice. "I'll see you guys later though, enjoy your interview!"

As you release your grip to pat their heads, Timothee swerves to wave goodbye. Almost hitting himself in the face with your hand. "Alright- whoa see ya!". In an instant, Austin gives you a look before patting his seatmate on the back.

You grabbed your belongings, then thanked everyone walking out. Brandon Davis looked even more ecstatic now, knowing the actor's moods were lifted, looking a lot happier and pumped.

"Well what a great start to our interview huh?"

"Hm?"

"Oh yeah, the best!"

In turn, a couple hours after, you and Josh Brolin had been seated for the start of your interview. It was arranged by Maude Garrett, with whom you had talks with Jessica Ferguson before. Meeting her again was a pleasant encounter. You had a fantastic time with her last time and believed it would be no different with Brolin by your side.

"Hey!" She squeals out your name, hands in the air. "I'm so happy to see you again!"

"I came back just for you," Clutching her hand, you wave it back and forth. You were gleaming with joy as you seated yourself next to Brolin, who gave you a confused smile.

"You two know each other?"

"Oh no no-"

"I did an interview with her and Jessica," you clarified before glancing at Maude, "She's really nice!"

"So that's why you wanted to come along?" Josh exasperates a sarcastic groan. "Do you not want to do interviews with me?"

The humorous banter does not diminish throughout the interview. No, having worked with Josh Brolin through Dune, you were always attentive to his words. You can tell how passionate he is to be a part of Dune. The way he's communicated with Villeneuve and the producers, made you appreciate him more. Even before the interview had started, Brolin had brought up a book he had been working on with Greig Frazer of the photography of Dune.

You knew it was a fun project for him and he even gifted you one of the first few copies before release.

"Do you think Duncan Idaho is going to be a big part of Part 3?" Brolin and Garrett were having a conversation about potential possibilities for the Dune universe. As it was a well-known fact for book readers, more complex characters and plotlines divert after the first novel.

While you sat patiently, only ever observant of of their interaction. "I mean, I love-"

Suddenly there were screams. Boom! Your eyes lit up as if a sudden alarm had gone off. It was then two bodies came crashing towards you to notice what was happening. The two young male actors hurdled over you and Josh Brolin in a frenzy, surrounding you all in a big bear hug. You could decipher your mentor's frightful yet affectionate grin.

"Oh my gosh!" You almost shrieked, hand instinctively placing over your heart in reassurance. Timothee stood by Brolin's side, shaking him side by side. While Austin held onto yours, having the time of his life at your expression. You could tell already that cameras were caught yours and Brolin's slow-mo reaction.

"What's going on?!"

Mumbles of excitement were scattered on the scene. You could not stop smiling, as you placed your hand on top of Austin's, looking at him in pure defeat and fondness. As if saying, you got me.

"Thank you, god!" Josh happily cries out, bowing his head pure of joy.

Eventually, the Elvis actor lets go and formally greets the interviewer, shaking her hand. "Hi, I'm Maude! Nice to meet you!"

"Is this the interviewer you were talking to me about?" Austin looks at you, questionably. "The one asking about the popcorn bucket?"

You nod, enthusiastically. "She is! Maude, I was raving about you!"

"Awh!" The blonde female places a hand over her heart, warmly. She pouts lovingly at your comment. "How sweet of you!"

On the other side, Timothee grins back at Brolin before saying his hellos to you. "Hey, how are you?"

"I literally saw you hours ago!" You pointed your index finger directly at him, scoldingly. However, in return, the French actor laughs, and before hearing Austin turning to Brolin.

"We got the books."

"We got them and you got to sign it." Timothee states, placing both his hands on Brolin.

"Ok!" Suddenly the shot pans to you, having your mouth wide open.

"We'll bring em'- Give me a little- give me a little personal message-"

"I love you guys!" The older actor bellows, opening his arms for all of you three to join in one last hug. Seconds after, Brolin pats his French costar adorably on the back as a farewell. "I love you! Get outta here!"

The camera pans to Timothee moving towards your seat. As you discreetly mumble, making puppy dog eyes. "I get to sign too, right?!" He only chuckles before softly punching your shoulder as a gesture of approval.

"We got you good this time!" The French costar makes finger guns, playfully shooting at you in victory. You couldn't help but blow a raspberry in denial.

"I didn't know you guys were gonna do it today!"

"That was the whole point!" Austin chastely pats the back of your seat, gliding his hand to connect with yours to shake.

Sometime after your encounter, you and Austin managed to meet again in Los Angeles. It was when the Associated Press wanted to have you two for an interview with their AP film writer, Lindsey Bahr, to speak on topics that would pertain to both of your characters. You, coming back from the first film, with a new profound experience. Upon his introduction, Austin's character, Feyd-Rautha, is portrayed as a calculating and highly skilled warrior in Harkonnen's fashionable way.

You couldn't wait, as you sped into the boardroom where the interview was taking place. Lindsey Bahr beside the camera, was casually chatting with Austin as the rest of the crew prepared for the shoot.

The two of you gave each other a quick hug before taking your seats to get comfortable.

"Oh look what I got from New York!" Your head spins clockwise to show the back of your head, only to confuse Austin and the rest of the crew profoundly. This was a small snippet the Associated Press wanted to keep in the interview. They believed it was a great preview promoter to display your and Austin's relationship with each other.

"What is it? What are you showing us?" The blonde-brunette male puts forward, as the camera zooms in on him inspecting you dumbfounded. It pans to you grabbing your hair tie before turning back to face the audience.

Your hair once slicked by its restraint is now free and lies on your shoulders. It doesn't fall evenly on you though, but almost awkwardly due to the gel in your locks.

"Look at this!" You show it to the camera with a hand holding the item. And another, palm up to allow better focus. It was a character plush hair tie. One of a loveable cookie with one eyebrow raised. It even had one big tooth sticking out. "Isn't it cute?"

"It's adorable!" Linsey says with a smile. Your grin was contagious as she admired your high enthusiasm for the small accessory. "Where did you find it in New York?"

"In a BTS store," you pierced your lips together, thumbs smoothing over the face of the plushie. "I was looking for a gift for my cousin. And then I saw a bunch of displays of these!"

"I like his little expression," Austin perks up, arms relaxing on the armrest. Though his posture was leaning to look at the cute ornament in your hands. "He looks questionable intrigued."

"He is," You agree, locking eyes with him. "He kind of looks like me, yeah?"

Your costar charmingly laughs, as you lift the cookie next to your face. You did your best to mimic its expression, trying not to break. "He kind of does actually," Before leaning to push away some strands of your hair behind your shoulder.

And the interview commenced smoothly. It did not feel one-sided or exclusive from one person. You and Austin were able to enjoy yourselves, talking and reliving the moments you had onscreen. You barely had any scenes together, in fact, both of your characters were across planets from each other by the time the climax of the film began. Though it had mostly focused on Paul's and Feyd's rivalry for the throne even then. Little was known about your characters together despite having fair similarities in combat, and personality.

Then there was a question that came up from Bahr, asking if you all, specifically the younger casts spent time together after filming or stayed in your hotel rooms.

Austin decided to step in and respond. "I mean we had some dinners- when we got hungry."

"I'd say both. I mean it was rare for the five of us to be together because of our production schedules." You say, scratching your arm upwards. Out of your peripherals, you could see Austin nod in correspondence. "Otherwise, most people were really beaten up. I mean- I think me, Florence, Timothee, Zendaya, and Austin are the tamest bunch you know? Dinner was the latest school night we had."

"Right, we'd be so tired," Your male costar snickers, covering his smile with his hand.

Then it was like a light bulb flashes above your head when your eyes flash in revelation. "We did like to go shopping a lot together."

"Really? How was that like?"

"A lot of hours, that's for sure." Austin crosses his arms, exhaling a long groan. Only for you to have a guilty pout, shyly backing up in your chair. Even you did not deny his claims. "I mean- with them, all of the bags get piled onto me."

"I try to spend less every time I go shopping with him," You wave your arms defensively. With an amused smile, the Elvis actor could only want to listen to more, back fully leaning on his chair. "Though me and Zendaya love to go shopping all the time."

"It must've been a hectic shopping spree!"

"The most hectic," Your costar spouts a satirical groan as you dismissively smile and shake your head.

And most of all, you were fortunate enough to be invited to Graham Norton's show alongside Josh Brolin and Austin Butler. Coincidently other stars such as Olivia Coleman and Jodie Foster were present which made you more instantly excited. It was a row stacked with amazing actors and actresses. Even you, who have been considered in a few films were more than ecstatic to meet every one of them.

It took some time into the interview when Norton brought up Dune. As he went down the line of people, Austin was the last person on the couch yet to be asked a question. You were sitting beside Josh and Jodie Foster, whom you eagerly met backstage only minutes prior when you all went onstage. It was all nerve-wracking from the start. However, the longer you sat and talked, the more comfortable you became with the people you so charismatically looked up upon.

"Now Austin," Graham raises his hand as he directs everyone's attention to the TV screen, "Now what the fuck happened to you?" Then a still image of him in all costume as Feyd Rautha appears. Leading the audience to laugh and even a few chuckles from the couch. Graham's straightforwardness too caught you offhand as you cough not so subtly in the background.

Waves of ohs and awes rippled from person to person.

"Did you- did you know- yes that's Austin!"

"By the way- that's how I met him the first time because everyone said if you met Austin- Oh you're gonna love Austin," Brolin starts, one arm leaning against the back of the couch. "And then finally, I knocked on his trailer door- and I opened the door to this pasty bald emaciated thing." More laughter erupts as you sweetly grin at the faint memory of their meeting.

"But you didn't shave your head?"

"I was- I was going straight to another film and uh- called The Bike Riders with Tom Hardy and Jeff Nickels who was directing," Austin explains the director specifically asked him not to shave his head. As it would be difficult to grow back quickly and transition from Dune. "So the wonderful hair and makeup team did that to me." As he points back to the picture of him and Lea Seydoux.

"Wow!"

"That's a bald wig!"

"Yeah isn't it incredible?" The Elvis actor gleams back at Olivia and then to you. You give him a wider grin, cocking your head sideways until the attention is drawn back to Graham.

"And also, it's not just- it doesn't- where does it start?"

"It attaches where my eyelids are," He points and the rest of the actresses could only stare in astonishment.

"Whoa, you didn't have to shave your eyebrows either."

"That's- wow!"

"But it's incredibly meticulous if they're a millimeter off, you can't open one eye and uhm- so yeah they were incredible." He explains, pointing closely to his eyelids to make a better visualization of how detailed his look was for the crew. Truly it was an astonishing character design, and to have Austin fill in those shoes was a great casting choice. You couldn't think of anyone else to play Feyd.

"Was it like an hour?" Jodie brings up, having one hand on her chin innocently.

"It was three hours." Disappointed grunts and groans came from the two women beside you. It was as if the moment he mentioned how long it took, all the enthusiasm to try bald wigs was out of the table. It was hilarious, both Olivia and Foster looking back and avoiding eye contact with anyone. Seated next to them, you followed along, shaking your head so slightly, staring at them as if saying, really?!

"Shave my head!" Graham shouts and yelps agreeing to his holler followed the room. Seconds after the noise disperse, the host turns his eyes on you. He brings your attention, saying your name in confidence. "And uh- here's the thing, you had the complete opposite! People have said that you had to grow out your hair- either or have extensions to have longer hair."

"Absolutely the complete opposite for me," You cheerily perk up, saluting your drink to Norton. The audience snickers, followed by Brolin bursting out in a howl. "But- yes I would say I had to grow out my hair for this film. To the point where I had many intricate braids in my hair."

"It must've been so nice," Josh chides, almost too enthusiastically. He crosses his arms and you give him a look of caution, playfully so.

"Yeah luckily you didn't have to deal with all of my mess," Austin motions to his hair, and immediately you let out a whistle. Again the back of the crowd responds well to your banter. Everything went so smoothly whenever you were with your cast mates. You were the most comfortable with them.

"Very very true!" Norton points his flashcards to you, "Would you have shaved your head if you- two had switched roles?"

"Honestly why not," Shrugging, you could hear some murmurs of surprise and intrigue. "I feel like I would be very comfortable with the bald wig too. But I mean if I cut all of my hair, I wouldn't have to grow them out anymore."

There was a semblance of mutuality while some still expressed their preferences (Olivia and Jane). Though what was most prominent to you was Broliin balling his eyes out. While Austin looks at you in pure confusion and stupefaction.

"All that to not grow out your hair?!" Josh exclaims, and the shot perfectly catches him clenching his chest from how much he was cackling at your odd comment.

"I mean that's one way to do it," Austin had a much slower reaction as it seemed at that moment made you break. Only to have you glance down at your shoes because of how much you wanted to laugh uncontrollably.

"I think it'd be cool no?" You try to say, slowly breaking into laughter. The rest of the crowd cooed at how you were with your costars. You always manage to include them in every conversation, showing how much care you had with everyone you had worked with. "I feel like the material of the bald wig would be super cool to touch."

"It's- it's a latex-"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Graham hushes, one hand shielding his mouth even though everyone can hear what he is saying. A huge wave of roars and screams echoed. And all you could do was cover your face and hide behind Brolin.

Yet the most unforgettable moment that would define your relationship with Austin is not even with the two of you present. In fact, it was in an interview with him,with Timothee and Zendaya. During that time, you were paired with someone else. But it was a small mention of Austin's first days of filming for Dune that kept viewers occupied.

"When you- fitting in with you know, coming into this group," It takes a few glances for Austin to look at his costars. "What did that feel like to you?"

Austin locks eyes with Zendaya then Timothee, "You both were so kind and welcoming and- uhm-"

"And we bullied him for the first week," The mixed actress casually mentions, as it can be heard off camera, sounds of agreement. "No, I'm kidding!"

"We had to break him in," The French actor nods, playing along to their scheme.

"Yeah, exactly exactly," The brunette actor goes even further with it, "Hazing rituals."

Zendaya raises her finger. She refers to you with such warmth. "It was more than hazing rituals. I mean- actually, they were doing crazy dance moves and-"

"They're just full of sunshine," Austin beans ear to ear, eyes only evident of fondness. "Super warm and welcoming."

Timothee cocks his head slightly to the side. "Welcome to Arrakis!"

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therapyforrent · 10 months

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Interrupted

Characters: Chifuyu Matsuno x Reader, Takemichi Hanagaki

Word Count: 3, 731

Warnings: making out, steamy language, fluff, shyness and embarrassment, crack, this is NOT smut

Chifuyu's body felt way too warm.

He tried to hide his excitement but it was damn near impossible with you underneath him. His lips sucked on the skin of your neck gently, earning another breathless whine from you. "Chifuyu, please, I don't know how much longer I can take this." You wriggled underneath him, only to be rewarded with a sweet kiss on your collarbone. He hummed against you as he continued to lick at your collarbone and collar.

You panted softly, your fingers tugging at his hair. Chifuyu glanced up at you, looking more adorable than you'd ever seen him. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes glittered with arousal. "Chifuyu," you begged quietly, which only made him kiss you even harder, laving at your neck once more. Chifuyu licked his way up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he breathed.

Your fingers gripped his hair tightly.

It was wonderful.

Chifuyu kissed along the shell of your ear and he moaned when you bit on your bottom lip in response.

Then, before he could do anything, you flipped him over onto his back. You stared down at him, his face flushed and his hair tousled, his eyes glazed over in desire. "Chifuyu," you breathed, placing a palm flat against his chest, feeling his heart beating fast. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted this," Chifuyu breathed out, staring up at you. His fingers stroked through the strands of your hair as he raised his hand to your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I want this so bad," he murmured. "Me too."

You breathed in and out, trying not to look too anxious. Chifuyu moaned, low and sexy, against your lips. You shivered as his lips moved against yours, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

Chifuyu didn't touch you with his hands yet, instead leaning down to kiss down your neck as he shifted underneath you. You sighed, leaning your forehead against Chifuyu's. He released a ragged breath against your skin. "Okay?" He mumbled against your neck, before kissing his way up to your ear.

"Yes."

You had no time to think when the sound of the door opened, knocking you both out of the trance you were in. Both you disconnected from each other in an instant, trying to make yourselves seem presentable as Takemichi walked in, also embarrassed at what he walked in on. Takemichi's eyes narrowed at the sight of the two of you, both of you trying to avert your gaze from each other. Chifuyu blushed as Takemichi tried to play it cool, but his blush grew when he saw how swollen your lips was from Chifuyu's kisses and now messy Chifuyu's hair was. Takemichi glared at you, then left without a word, slamming the door behind him. You kept your eyes on the floor, not wanting to meet Chifuyu's gaze.

"So um," you broke the awkward silence as you stood. "I'll be leaving- my mom needs me home for dinner- I have homework to do - BYE!" You called, trying desperately to remove yourself from the awkward situation. Chifuyu breathed out and nodded, saying a quick goodbye. Now that it was just him, he took a moment to breath and think about what just happened. Everything was perfect; he had you right where he wanted and the sounds you made were pure honey and the thought of them made the blush regrow on his face. "Takemichi! Get in here!" Chifuyu yelled, suddenly remembering that Takemichi was in his house. Takemichi seemed to take his time coming back to the room, slowly opening the door as he shyly stuck his head in.

"Hey," Takemichi waved, trying his best to remain calm as he stepped deeper into Chifuyu's bedroom. "Sorry about that. I had no idea-" Takemichi was cut short as Chifuyu's fist connected with his cheek. "You had no idea?!" Chifuyu shouted, taking a second to catch his breath.

"Thanks for the cock block, you asshole!"

"I'm sorry!"

A/N: I'm back on my Tokyo Revengers bs! Since the new trailer dropped and we're probably gonna get more tr later this year, I'm back with more works :p I hope you guys enjoyed! This was cute and fun to write!

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cowboykento · 11 months

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Adrenaline

after scoring the winning goal, isagi is eager to receive the reward you have for him

genre: smut

content warnings: car sex & oral sex (m!receiving). minors or ageless/blank blogs that interact with this post will be blocked!

pairing: isagi yoichi x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

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Your lungs and throat feel electrified as you scream along with the rest of the stadium that just watched Isagi Yoichi, your boyfriend, score the winning goal. You watch in awe as he kneels on the turf, chest heaving from exertion and sweat dripping off of him—he’s absolutely spent, but even more so he’s elated.

As always, you’re the first person to run up to him as soon as he’s out of the locker room and done dealing with the postgame press. He always had to talk to so many people after every game—part of what comes with being the best, you suppose—but you’re still the very first person that he’s eager to see. The first person that he searches for, and isn’t forced to talk to.

“You did so well, baby! I’m so proud of you!” You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you in for a tight hug.

He presses a sweaty kiss to the side of your neck, “Thanks, baby. Couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on.”

A couple of his teammates come up to the two of you, either congratulating Isagi on scoring the winning goal or saying hello to you too. Everyone on the team knew you as Isagi’s girlfriend, a fact which boosted both of your egos a little bit.

Before long, Isagi pulls you closer to him and away from the large crowd that’s formed.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers into your ear, a familiar huskiness in his voice and you know instantly what he means.

You nod your head in agreement and in an instant he’s saying rushed goodbyes to anybody that tries speaking to him as he pulls you towards the exit and out of the facility.

His arm stays wrapped around you the entire way out to his car. He’s holding you close, fingers squeezing along your side in a way that you know means he’s needy—in a way that makes you just as needy as he is.

He opens and closes your door for you before hustling over to the driver’s side. He’s still a little sweaty from the game, and you can see his impatience in the tension he’s holding in his jaw. As he starts the engine, you lean over across the center console, kissing along his sharp jawline, urging him to relax a bit. Of course, as any of your actions do, your kisses only serve to rile Isagi up even more.

“Don’t,” he almost growls, voice low and dangerous. “Not until we get home.”

You pout at him and see the darkness in his eyes lose their heat for a moment as you blink up at him.

“But ‘ichi… I can make you feel good now,” you whine, running a hand down his side and resting on his hip, just above the waistband of his joggers. “And you did so well today baby, you don’t deserve to wait.”

“Fuck, baby,” Isagi groans. “You’re right. Go on then, gimme what I deserve.”

You smirk before kissing Isagi’s cheek, your hand slipping further down to palm him through his pants. He’s already hard, which isn’t surprising considering the look he’s had in his eyes since he left the field, and he’s needy—rutting up into your hand to get more friction on his dick.

“Need you,” he says, and you don’t need any more instruction to reach your hand into his joggers, pulling them down just enough to release his aching cock from its confines.

He lets out a throaty moan when you wrap your hand around the base, throwing his head back against his leather seats. You get on your knees, stretching your body across the center console to kiss the tip of his dick, suckling it in your mouth with wide eyes looking up at your boyfriend.

“C’mon baby, give me what I deserve,” he moans, as you lick a stripe from his balls to the tip, sucking it in your mouth again the way you know will get him drunk on you the quickest.

Your hand works up and down his shaft, using your saliva as lube as you continue licking and sucking the head of his cock. You can feel the surging impatience in him as Isagi grabs a fistful of your hair, practically shoving you down on his cock until it hits the back of your throat. Tears prick in your eyes and you can hear faint, breathy apologies from Isagi, even though he keeps you down for a moment—forcing you to choke and try to swallow around his cock—before releasing his hold on you.

He moves his hand from your hair to your cheek to wipe away the handful of tears he’d caused by forcing himself down your throat as he mumbles, “So good for me, fuck.”

You let your hand continue working him when Isagi presses the button to move his seat all the way back.

“Come sit on my cock, baby, please,” he says, grabbing your hand and helping you straddle his lap. The space is cramped but you don’t need very much as you lower yourself onto your boyfriend's dick.

Isagi lets out a breathy, needy moan when your pussy wraps around him. You kiss him as you adjust to the familiar stretch, his tongue slipping easily into your mouth as he seeks to devour you whole.

You start with a slow grind of your hips against his, only barely lifting yoursef off of his dick before rolling back down, moving your mouth to leave dark hickies along the column of Isagi’s neck the way you know he loves to show them off.

His hands have a bruising grip on your hips and his moans sound a thousand times louder in the confined space of his car.

“So close,” he moans loudly, unapologetically as if you were in the safe confines of your bedroom at home and not in a parking garage where anyone could see you. “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart, fuck.”

One of his hands slips in between you to pinch your clit, an action that sends you jolting forward and whining loudly from the unexpected pleasure. You’ve picked up your pace, slamming yourself onto Isagi’s cock as he continues rubbing quick, precise circles on your clit, determined to make you cum with him.

“Oh fuck,” you moan loudly, your eyes scrunched shut and head tucked into the crook of Isagi’s neck. “Me too, ‘m close ‘ichi!”

“Cum with me, sweet thing,” he groans in your ear.

The hand he keeps on your hip holds you down as he fucks up into you one more time, his other still focused on your clit before a white-hot flash of ecstasy washes over both of you.

You’re holding onto Isagi like a lifeline, like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this Earth, and his fingers have mostly stilled, letting both of you bask in pleasure as your orgasms take over.

After you catch your breath, you slowly pull yourself off of your boyfriend, feeling his cum leak out of you as you go back to your own seat.

“How about that for a post-game reward, hm, Yoichi?” you ask, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead.

His lips pull back into a handsome grin, “Best reward I could ask for, baby.”

You giggle and lean across the console one more time to press a kiss to the corner of Isagi’s lips.

“Let’s go home, baby. You need to rest,” you say softly, holding his face in your hand affectionately.

“Rest?” Isagi’s eyes lock with yours and he presses a kiss to the palm of your head. “I could go for hours right now, sweet thing. You’ll let me, won’t you? I played so well today, didn’t I?”

You let out a slightly exasperated giggle—Isagi knew exactly what he was doing when he looked at you with those big, blue eyes of his that made it impossible for you to deny him anything. Not that you wanted to—not in the slightest.

“You were the best, baby. C’mon, let’s go home then.”

WOOOO first post on the nsfw blog! ofc it’s bllk they’re infesting my bones. hope u all enjoy thx for reading!! feel free to leave a request in my ask box if there’s something u would like to see me write! or check out my commissions over on my main blog! thx <3

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 3 months

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Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode

Aaron Hotchner X Emily Prentiss X Teen Daughter reader

Request: Could you do a hotchniss x daughter reader where they have a teen daughter and she sneakily has a boy over and aaron and Emily come back from a case and they catch him leaving her room and aaron goes into protective dad mode

Third person pov...

Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss had just returned from a particularly intense case in upstate New York. As they stepped off the plane, both agents were exhausted and eager to get back to their home in Virginia.

Little did they know, they were about to face one of their toughest challenges yet - parenting a teenage daughter.

Currently 16 year old Y/N was home alone, not entirely alone she had invited over her boyfriend, David to watch a movie knowing her parents would be on their way home.

They had already called to let her know they would be landing soon, the two had lots of fun spending the day together doing nothing but watching movies and raiding the kichen for snacks.

"Thank God we're back" Emily sighed as they made their way off the jet "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed."

Aaron chuckled, 'You and me both. I just hope our daughter hasn't wrecked the house while we were gone.'

Emily shot him a look, 'Our daughter is a responsible young lady. I'm sure she's been just fine without us.'

Say8ng goodbye to the rest of thw team they got into their car and drove home, but as they walked through the front door of their home.

They were met with a sight that made both of their hearts sink. In the living room, their 16-year-old daughter, Y/N, was cuddled up on the couch with a boy.

Aaron's eyes narrowed in an instant, and Emily could feel his protective instincts on high alert. The couple slowly made their way into the room, trying not to disturb the teenagers who were watching a movie.

As they got closer, they could see that the boy was not just any boy. It was David, a troublemaker from Y/N's school who they had explicitly told her to stay away from.

The teens where cuddled under a blanket, infront of them on thr coffee table were snacks and drinks, playing on the TV was (Favourite movie) Y/N never watches her favourite movie with just anyone.

The black haired woman looks at her husband and could reqd his mind, "Aaron" Emily whispered, trying to calm him down. 'Let's just talk to her." She took his hand in hers and held it.

This made the man relax slightly but a murderous look still on his face.

But before they could say anything, the movie ended and David stood up to leave, Y/N gave him a smile and stood up to hug and kiss him goodbye and sat back down on the sofa, neither teen had seen the two adults in the doorway.

The boy had a love sick grin on his face As he walked towards the door, Aaron stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"What are you doing here?" Aaron's voice was low and menacing.

David, who previously exuded confidence, now looked like a deer caught in headlights. He mumbled something incoherent and quickly scrambled out of the house.

Emily took a deep breath and turned to her daughter, who was now standing, she had jumped up from the sofa when she hear heard her dad shout, she looked scared and guilty.

Emily crossed her arms and looked at her daughte "What were you thinking, Y/N?" She said, trying to keep her voice calm.

Y/N nervously played with her hands, not looling up at her parents and thwir disapointed look, "I'm sorry" Y/N replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I just really like him, and I knew you wouldn't approve" she sais tears running down her face.

Aaron let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "That doesn't change the fact that we specifically forbid you from seeing him. He's not a good influence, and you know that"

Y/N shook her head, surprising her parents. "But he's not! He's actually really sweet and not at all like he appears! You always told me not to judge people and here you are doing it!" The teen yells.

She collapses onto the sofa her head in her arms. The adults looked at each other before at their cryjng daughter, they had judged the boy by appearences like she said.

Emily sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry Honey, you arw right we did judge him but appearance, but it still doesn't make if okay for you to sneak boys inside" she explains to the girl gently.

"Really" Y/N sniffled, wiping at her tears. Aaron knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. "We love you, Y/N. We just want what's best for you" he says gently to the girl.

Y/N nodded, "I promise, he isn't all that bad, just meet him yourself and you'll see!" She insisted.

The two look at each other then back down at their daughter. She does have a point they don't know anything about the boy.

Aaron sighed at the look his wife gave him. "Okay, we will get to know him, but if he hurts you in anyway tell him I've got a gun and knkw how to use it" Says Aaron a not happy smile on his face.

This made the girl laugh, Emily shakes her head at her husband. The couple hugged their daughter and assured her that she was forgiven.

As they talked and cuddled on the couch, Aaron couldn't help but feel grateful for his daughter's honesty and decided to trust her.

'We're going to have to keep a closer eye on her,' Emily said, sipping her tea. 'She's still young, and we can't afford to let her make mistakes like this.'

Aaron nodded, 'I know. It's just hard to believe that our little girl is already sneaking boys into her room.'

Emily chuckled, 'We were teenagers once too, Aaron. We can't expect her to be perfect. We just have to guide her and hope that she learns from her mistakes.'

As they sat in comfortable silence, both agents were reminded of the challenges of being parents to a teenager. But they also knew that they were a strong team and would do anything to protect their daughter, even if it meant going into protective dad mode every now and then.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for thr wait on this request. As usual sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

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klonnieshippersclub · 3 months

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Resisting Her Wants

It's Bonnie's birthday and it's time to celebrate her. Here's a little Klonnie drabble as a gift inspired by this tweet:

“Don’t you see what’s happening between us?” Klaus asked, gazing at the witch sitting in his antique chair. Bonnie’s legs were folded in the chair and her head was down as she read. Klaus took it upon himself to get closer to her. He squeezed her full but soft thigh. Her stupid jeans were blocking him from cupping them the way he wanted to.

“No,” Bonnie immediately refused. She removed his hand and went back to reading. “We’ve been working on defeating Silas for hours.”

“It’s almost cute how you choose to misinterpret what I’m saying.” Klaus said, rolling his eyes. Stubborn little Bonnie. His hand travels to her flat stomach and lowers it toying with the buckle on her jeans.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Bonnie questioned, slamming the grimoire shut. “When did you get so close?” She swatted his hand away for the second time.

Klaus tilted Bonnie’s head higher with his thumb. “You know, I can smell your arousal. I’d love to taste-“

In an instant, Bonnie returned the now closed grimoire. “I'm going home,” Bonnie said as she glared at the Original. “Thanks for all the help.”

“Why are you running off, love?” Klaus’ eyes never left her form as she turned away from him to pack her belongings.

“You will not lure me into doing something we'll both regret,” the Bennett witch sighed in aggravation at the hybrid. “Goodbye!”

He quickly sped to her and snatched a grimoire from her hands then held it above her head teasingly. “Prolonging what’s inevitable between us will only make you want me more.”

“I don't want you now!” Bonnie gave him a strong enough aneurysm with her powers for Klaus to lean over which allowed her to retrieve her grimoire.

She approached the door but was stopped once again, but Klaus in the doorway, blocking her exit. “Stay with me,” he proposed with a gentle smile. Bonnie held in her urge to scoff. There was nothing gentle about him. “Let’s talk about something other than magic”

“Nope, my dad is expecting me home soon,” she rejected with a surprising softness in her eyes. Part of her didn't want to abandon him just yet. He was quite entertaining and a decent conversationalist, in spite of his devious ways.

“I can tell you fear the touch of a man, but I promise to bring you to the highest climax.”

“I can’t.” Instinctively, her magic snapped and held Klaus against the wall in reaction to her nerves. She whispers a quiet, “I'm sorry,” unaware that he can hear the regret in her voice as she leaves him behind.

#bonnie bennett #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #tvd #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #Rikki tries writing #Not my gif

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sea-of-dust · 2 months

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Making chocolate for Lyney!

N:I had an idea to wrote catching yugioh protags at a part time job. Might finally fix that yugioh hole in my ml

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Running around Fontaine without him attached to your hip was hard enough, but trying to hide something too? He's gonna make a GREAT plot for drama. The markets lights bright enough to keep you awake dim enough to not burn them entirely. Buying the ingredients were quite easy, if you would have gone in the morning he would have known the very instant he saw what you bought, maybe even just knowing where your going, he'd make it aggressively obvious he knew too. This was a surpise he's not going to rub your cheek and smirk while stating how much he adores you. Flirting and neck/cheek kisses will not make chocolate!!

He'd 100% get giddy noticing you make chocolate, that's probably when he'd get the most chaotic, in the kitchen of all places. "It smells of chocolate you don't happen to be making any?" "Whaaatt totally not what?" You try to block it from his view even when he moves perspective. "It's obvious it's there" smirking he jokingly reaches for it. "Nooo, it's not" "hehe" without a sweat, he kisses your cheek. "Thank you." "for what?" Your mind officially going blank "for making me chocolate" he kisses you again "you and I both know it's not for you" "and if it is?" "Then you wouldn't be making so much of an effort to hide it" Your heart skipped a beat from how well he knew you. "You'll get them when they're done..." smirking he kisses your neck "I know they'll be amazing" you know he'd never let you finish those choclates without a pickup line or god forbid getting the urge to cuddle right in the middle of making them.

The daytime nightmare of your boyfriend knocked you out almost as soon as you saw your bed after putting away groceries. He WILL be the first thing you see outside your door. "Y/n!" He tries to peak through your peep hole. Unfortunately, there's no such thing as a reverse peep hole, unable to see anything he waits by the door, as soon as you open it his eyes light up as if filled with energy. "Just intime ma chérie, I was wondering if you'd like to run some errands with me" "oh" rubbing the back of your neck trembling before your next words "I'm a bit busy today" "that's unfortunate, maybe next time then" "I'll make sure of it" you kiss his cheek before waving your goodbyes and closing the door. You knew it would have bothered him for the rest of the day if that kiss wasn't there to soften the blow

Trying to read the instructions the clerk had given you, you got to work, melting,mixing, and pouring into chocolate molds, using your cryo vision to freeze the chocolate after being molded. After that, you prepare the box, using the jumbled decor, you decorate the inside of the box, then the outside. When the chocolate finally solidifies you take it out the ice and wrap them in individually

When the day came, you had to hype yourself up, a bit nervous he might outwardly dislike it, you gulp, going into one of his shows. As soon as you appear in the crowd you, he smiles widely, his glare softens seeing your bashful face amongst the crowd. As soon as the show starts, he does his usual tricks, ones you've seen and almost have gotten to know how he does them, yet are still amazed by eatch sight. Near the end of the show the crowd seemed to almost take a bit of the street despite them not being that close to it. Gracefully he pulls out cards "we've had fun dear audience but I'm afraid I must go" the crowd simultaneously awies in disappointment "not to worry I'm sure we'll meet again" cards suddenly fly in the air disappearing the magician and his assistant, a card landing near you with his face printed on it. "Hold that box tight" holding it tightly suddenly, you feet a tug at your waist, the runaway magican dragging you away with him. "I'm sorry I couldn't go with you yesterday" "No worries" gripping the choclates tighter you interlock the hand on your waist with your own letting yourself run with him. "Sometimes I wish I can go into those cards" "only magicians can ma chérie" "Lynettes tea cup can do magic?" he laughs loudly "that's not what I ment"

As soon as you guys stop, you hand him the box. "They may be a little crushed but" swallowing down you look at him with frail confidence "this is for you" huffing a bit he opens the box, fidgeting with your fingers, you watch him twirl a piece in his hand "what's this?" "Choclate" your mind races with what ifs what if he says he hates chocolate, what if him and Lynette judge you for the rest of time? You watch him take off the wrapper, slowly popping it into his mouth. You try not to look at him as he does, afraid it might be so bad he physically repluses. Without hearing a thing, you feel chocolate trace your lips. "They taste amazing ma chérie, thank you" without giving it much thought he kisses your newly chocolate flavored lips "I'll have to try my hand at this one day" he kisses you again "we should cook together too" lazily wrapping his arms around your neck you point to Lynette calmly ignoring the whole thing. "We should make these together next time, you might be able to catch me grocery shopping" you tease pulling his hat to cover his eyes.

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silly-thinkings · 9 months

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AGFC pt.5

A/n: Last chapter for now. I'm happy with this kind of conclusion. I've been feeling a bit down lately with my writing. like... insecure about it. I have all these W.I.Ps and Ideas but I don't think I got that oomph that I had when I started this blog ya know. If Im going to continue this series then it'll probably follow Young Justice season 3. Maybe Y/n will make an appearance in season 2 with Kaldure ya know. Anyway! Enjoy, let me know what you think :) Stay hydrated! Drink water plz

Y/n knew Jason was dead. It didn’t matter how fast her father was on his batmobile. She did the math, he won’t get there in time. Y/n sat in an isolated room, no different from the one Clark had put her in all those years ago. Except this time she was in the bat cave. She scratched at her inhibitor collar as she reflected on all the memories that Megan had stolen from her. No wonder Lex was after her, she was talented. Her fighting style was unmatched. With the right pressure points her opponent can lose control of their arm. A simple tap on a nerve and they’re out of the fight. Suddenly the door opened revealing Alfred holding on to a tray of cookies. A dry laugh escaped the girl before she turned her body to face away from the butler.

“Lady Y/n-”

“Bruce will be mad at you if you’re here. He might disown you Alfie.”

Alfred closed his eyes. It pained him to see her like this. He placed the tray down and took a seat behind her. She felt his presence, but more importantly she felt a slight draft coming into her cell.

“I’ll speak to Bruce about this. Y/n understand that you are an amazing girl. Capable of so much good in the world.”

Now y/n felt tears swell her eyes “I’m a weapon Alfred. Do you think someone dressed like this saves people? Ha! And what of that Martian girl. She gets a slap on the wrist for messing with our memories.”

Alfred was about to say something but The sound of Tim’s voice echoed in the cave.

“Bruce said not to talk to her till he got back.”

That finally set her off. Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to save Jason. Then she’ll run away. Forget this family. Forget everyone!

Y/n quickly stood and Jammed two fingers along Alfred’s shoulders stunning the man. She then applied pressure to other parts of his back and arms successfully subduing him. Alfred fell to the floor as numbness seeped throughout his body. he looked back in shock as Y/n grabbed a cookie that had fallen and fled the cell. But she wasn’t in the clear yet. She needed to get the inhibitor color off. Tim took a stance infront of where the key cards were held.

“You’re not getting pass me Y/n”

Tim didn’t expect her to move so fast. He was able to block and evade some of her moves but as soon as she applied pressure on his calves he fell over.

“Pressure points works wonders when your facing an opponent bigger than you Timmy.” Y/n successfully knocked the teen out. She reached for the keycard and removed the collor. In an instant her powers returned.

“Don’t miss y/n please.”

Y/n flew to the door, looking down at the only man who showed up to all her events. Who fed her, to took care of her with all his heart. “I’m sorry Alfred. Goodbye.”

***

Y/n couldn’t believe she actually made it. Her flight was slow but by pushing her feet against the air using her strength she was able to speed as fast as she ever could. It created a popping sound with every step, greatly satisfying her. Y/n broke into the safe house. Jason layed limp on the floor, y/n heard the sound of ticking. She frantically looked for the bomb.

“N-no time” Jason gasped for air, he didn’t know who was there to save him but he’s sure glad they’re here.

Y/n seemingly ignored his cry and continued searching. She was good at disarming bombes. Y/n confidently pulled out the bomb and clipped the right wire successfully stopping the threat. The girl laughed, she did it. She saved her brother. Y/n flew to Jason and grabbed under his arms. “Sorry Jay. I don’t know how to carry you properly. But I disarmed the bomb so we’re good.”

Y/n felt Jason’s body relax slightly as she dragged him out the door. It was then that she heard another beeping sound. Then another. Panicked she followed them to the walls of the shed. There were more. Was the bomb a trap?

Tick

Tok

Tik tik tok tik

“Y/n? What’s wrong.” Jason attempted to sit up but his broken bones sent pain throughout his body.”

“No. This wasn’t suppose to happen I. There’s more bombs. I can’t disarm them all. I… what.”

Y/n felt dizzy as the flush of sounds overwhelmed her again. Seemingly from every angle in the world. Jason crawled towards his younger sister. He accepted his fate but she gave him hope. Here he was thinking he was a failure. The motion happened so quick y/n cradled herself into a ball again pressing her ears together. She felt Jason enveloping her in a hug. “I got ya kid.”

*Boom*

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Y/n fluttered her eyes open. Snow fell from the sky. A mixture of white with black soot fell atop her nose.

Thump-thump

She heard the sound of a drum. When she tried to get up she noticed an arm over her.

Thump…. Thump.

No. It wasn’t a drum it was a heartbeat. Y/n frantically got to her knees to look down at her Brother. His mask and costume ripped. She herself felt pain along the side on her body. But no injury could amount to what she was facing.

“No… no no Jason no hang on. I’ll get help. I’ll find dad. I- I can still-“

Thump

“You- so cool-“ Jason attempted to smile. There was nothing she could do. It pained him to leave her like this. Y/n placed both of her hands on her face. Then to his chest. She can hear every pop and crackle from his broken bones.

Thump

…..

“Jay…. Speak to me. Please.”

Y/n didn’t scream. She was tired of that. Jason probably wouldn’t want that. She hugged her brother as the sobs grew louder. This wasn’t suppose to happen. She was suppose to prove to everyone that she was capable of being a hero. How could she explain this to Bruce? What would Connor think?

“What have you done?”

The dark knights deep voice made y/n freeze. She looked up, she felt tiny when looking at her armored father “He… protected me. I tried to save him I… I tried to-“

“What you did is got him KILLED Y/n!”

Y/n flinched. He never raised his voice like this.

Bruce realized his mistake. He walked towards them but Y/n frantically shuffled back. Just like she did Clark.

“You think I killed him? Ha…hahaha”

0 hours till Y/n Wayne Broke.

Y/n pressed her hands over her eyes “where were you! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU.” She looked up to see Bruce walking away with Jason. Not looking back at her at all “You never show up. And when you do YOUR LATE.”

Bruce turned to see y/n roll frantically on the grounds. Her laughter and pained screams haunted him.

“We’re just your solders. That’s why Dick left.” Y/n felt a different kind of pressure well up in her eyes. She looked to the sky and saw red.

Bruce watched as y/n shot lasers out of her eyes. He closed his eyes

“I’m sorry” he whispered. Bruce left with Jason, his priorities shifting.

Y/n heard him but she didn’t care. For a being who hears everything, that comment fell on deaf ears. For the first time she was alone. Was she free? She didn’t know. Y/n closed her eyes. She rose from the ground like a ghost and flew to the only person who’d maybe treat her fine.

***

Lex finished his nightly skin care routine. Feeling refreshed and ready for the day. What he didn’t expect was to find Y/n floating behind him. He let out a squeal before realizing it was the clone. Her eyes shut. Outfit ripped and burned. Blood dripping from her side as impailed glass seemingly pulsaded from her.

“You said I was a weapon they feared.” She said in a low tone.

She was broken. Lex smiled, he didn’t think it would work that fast. What must’ve happened to have this girl seek comfort from him of all people. Lex opened his arm.

“Come child. Together we can show them.”

Y/n slowly flew into his arms. No tears left to shed. Drifting off to sleep.

Epilogue

Bruce returned to the cave with Jason in his arms. His shoulders felt heavy, he’d failed his children like never before. Alfred quickly ran to his side but no words were exchanged. Bruce looked up at the butler, the pain in his eyes was severe.

The sound of the zeta tube chimed. Connor practically ran through with Tim close behind.

“I tried to stop him but-“

Both boys saw Jason. Connor noticed the lack of his sister.

“Where is she? What happened?”

Tim began shaking his head as he fell to the ground. Impossible she’s half Kryptonian. Alfred frowned aswell.

Connor clenched his fists “BRUCE! Where is my sister.” He too had time to reflect on his stolen memories, and he felt stupid. How didn’t he know she did something to them.

“I’m sorry… she’s gone.”

Alfred covered his mouth. Guilt began to sink in.

“N-no… no.” Connor fell to his knees.

On that day, Two members of the bat family were declared dead.

#dc fanfic #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #connor kent #young justice #clark kent x daughter reader #jason todd #young justice fanfiction #batsis angst

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years

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can you write something were tate gets jealous when y/n is hanging out with another boy

Summary: Tate being jelly after you go and have fun with your friend who just happens to be a boy. Fluff and angst

Warning: None. Tate says the word slut.

Note: Been away for a while, so sorry. Had writers block and have been aggressively playing The Sims 4. Didn’t proofread this btw and typed it on my phone

It was a warm summer night, and you had spent the entire day at the beach with your friends, a little get together since you had all graduated high school before summer had started. The day was long and sweltering hot, but the evening breeze had cooled you down.

Most of your friends had gone home, all going to work, things normal adults did, which you now were. It was so weird. You never think your close knit group of friends would so easy live adult lives the way you did, yet here you were, surviving.

You did in fact have a job, but it was a Friday night, and you had Saturday off, so you didn’t need to go home early. This just left you and your childhood best friend David walking around the mall with your milkshakes from Shakeshack.

You had met David in 6th grade, as he was your sister’s best friend’s little brother, you were instant friends, with your common interest of the occult and all things dark and strange.

You two walked shoulder to shoulder, clumsy with happiness. “Okay, okay, Joe Biden, smash or pass!?” You asked.

He burst out into laughter. “The president of the United States? Are you kidding me?” He paused. “Young Biden or old Biden?”

“Young Biden, obviously,” you bumped him with your hip causing him to go flying to the side.

“Hmm, smash. He was kinda hot back in the day,” you two suddenly realized you were at his car in the parking garage. “You need a ride home?” He asked you as he climbed into the drivers seat.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you got into the passengers seat and he started the engine.

“Of course not,” he smiled warmly and drove out of the parking garage.

Maybe 20 minutes later you arrived at the house you lived in with your boyfriend, Tate. Sure the house was haunted by his mother and all his dead siblings among various other spirits, but it was cheaper than finding another place, so you decided to look past it when he asked you to move in with him.

“Well, this is me,” you hopped out of the car and stood outside for a moment as David came to say goodbye, climbing out of the car.

“Bye, love you,” he reached in to you him as he spoke these words gently, but you know he meant them in the most platonic way. That was just the kind of relationship you had with David. As with all your other friends, boy or girl, you were all very open with each other

“Love you too, see you next week!” You greeted him goodbye and walked up the driveway to the front door. David drove off before you were inside.

As your hand reached for the door, you barely graced it before it came flying open. There, you came face to face with your boyfriend, Tate, who did not have a very happy expression on his face.

“Oh, good to see you still live here,” he glared and turned on his heel to walk away and disappear up the stairs.

“Tate? Where are you going baby?” You shouted to him. You heard him slam your bedroom door in response.

You sighed, knowing you’d have to talk to him about this. But first, you took off your shoes, took a brief shower to wash the sand off your skin and out of your hair, and grabbed the milkshake you had gotten him from the restaurant.

You knocked softly on the door. No response. You opened it anyway, knowing he would never lock the door on you, despite how upset he gets.

You came in to find that he lay on your bed alone, listening to music. You came closer and sat down next to his legs. Placing a hand on his thigh, you got his attention.

“What,” he spat, temporarily taking out his earbud to address you.

“I’m sorry I was out all day,” you reached to the bed stand, “here’s a shake I got for you. It’s chocolate, your favorite.”

He still seemed angry but he did a quick motion of his head, meaning for you to come lay next to him, yet it was so brief you almost missed it had you not been staring intently at him.

You climbed over him to lay down in the empty spot. He took a long sip of his shake as you stared at him more, knowing he was trying to make you uncomfortable in the waiting silence. “Tate, is this about David?”

“David? No, I have no problem at all with you going around and slutting it up,” he sarcastically mumbled before taking another sip.

“Look, you know he’s just my friend. My best friend. He has been for like, ever. Plus, he has a boyfriend. Trust me, he doesn’t like me like that,” you speak truthfully to him from the bottom of your heart, hoping the words mean as much to him as they do from you. “Also, you’re ridiculous. I am not ‘slutting it up.’”

His stern expression softened. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He twisted his body to his right, where you sat. Reaching his left arm out to make contact with your right thigh, he hoisted it over his lap with surprising strength, and settles you on top of him in a straddling position.

His hands both rested softly on the small of your waist. You reached both arms up to connect behind his neck but he beats you to it, as he pulls you in by the waist and wraps both arms firmly around your body, hugging you.

“I’m sorry. I love you.” He spoke muffled into your hair which he had now pulled out of your ponytail. With gentle fingers, he combed through the mess of it, soothing the knots and curls the salt water of the ocean left through it.

“You don’t have to be sorry. If you were always hanging out with some girl all the time, I’d be jealous too. But I trust you, and I know you’d never betray me.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, inadvertently smelling you, and taking in the sweet scent of your signature perfume, salt water, and a tiny bit of burger grease that you had accidentally worked into your hair over dinner. You’re so clumsy, he thought. One thing he truly loved about you.

“I love you,” you ended your conversation with that and allowed yourself to relax in his arms for however long he’d allow you to.

#evan peters fanfiction #tate langdon fluff #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #ahs #evan peters #fluff #american horror story #fanfic

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jay-marti · 13 days

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[Carnage rages through the city as an explosion rocks a city block]

[Dancing through the chaos two combatants trade sword strikes, parrying blows, although one clearly has an advantage]

Lorelai: “Prepare to meet the wrath of a true hero!” [She swings an ornate long sword wildly, each strike being parried, this does not dampen her spirit]

Megumi: “Give me a break.” [The Ten Shadows Sorcerer blocks the barrage with a double sided simple blade, catching his less battle hardened opponent once more and delivering a true strike with his free hand]

Lorelai: [The Cursed Energy infused punch sends Lorelai flying back through the air, but her launch is halted prematurely by a large bioluminescent Manta Ray flying through the air, acting as a magic carpet for the Augment Inscribed] “You’re not getting away that easily!”

Megumi: [“She’s tough, I need to create some separation”] “Rabbit Escape!” [Fushiguro weaves a handsign in the shape of a Rabbit, following which many hundreds of lagomorphs clot the street and push the sorcerer away from Lorelai]

Lorelai: “Two can play at the Bunny game!” [She grins as a troupe of Anthropomorphic Bunnies clad in ninja robes appear from behind Lori, all drawing their various weapons and tearing through the horde of shikigami]

Megumi: [The trail of rabbits has lead into the entrance of an abandoned movie theater, where a small muffle comes from Fushiguro]

Lorelai: [Her squad thinning the ranks of the ten shadows, Lorelai makes her play, the Devil Ray charging through the remains of rabbit escape and into the lobby when]

Megumi: “NOW!” [Divine Dog Totality leaps from Megumi’s side and tears through the Ray causing it to disappear from right under Lorelai’s feet, she goes tumbling across the floor]

Lorelai: [The Augment inscribed slowly rises to her feet, fixing herself a bit before making eye contact with her enemy] “wha-“ [she gasps suddenly]

Megumi: [The Ten Shadows user’s hands are clasped together] “Domain Expansion:” [Shadow engulfs the theater as a black liquid covers the floor] “Chimera Shadow Garden!” [An army of frogs begin to emerge from the ground, swiping at Lorelai]

Lorelai: “This is like-“ [She’s cut off as she’s struck in the back]

Megumi: [Megumi emerges from behind Lorelai, striking her with another heavy cursed energy infused punch]

Lorelai: [“This guy’s tough! If I’m gonna beat him I need to get out of these shadows…” Lorelai stands still for a moment, waiting…]

Megumi: [In an instant Fushiguro pops out once again to land a powerful strike when…]

Lorelai: [“NOW” The moment Lorelai notices Megumi, A dream bubble expanded out from her hands, engulfing the both of them]

Megumi: [Megumi stumbles to his feet, he sees around him a large flat square floor, like the ring in an old martial arts anime, completely devoid of anything that could cast a shadow, excluding himself and Lorelai, “This Domain is something on another level, maybe even one that could rival Gojo’s!”]

Lorelai: [Lorelai stands opposite of Megumi, she smiles, supremely confident in her maneuver “So how are we gonna do this, well it may be a bit cliché, but let’s bring out a classic” Lorelai presses her hand to the floor and under her grows a titanic mass of chocolate and burnt marshmallow, it roars deeply and towers over Megumi, Lorelai standing on its head] “SAY HELLO TO THE END” [She yells out from the top of Graham’s head]

Megumi: [He looks in dismay and pain at what has transpired, he gave his everything and yet he was in a losing situation, he thought of what was at stake and what his role was in this world, he sighed and grinned at Lorelai] “I agree.” [He clasps his hands in front of himself as if he were steering a wheel, cursed energy swelling] “With this Treasure, I summon, [A large beast begins to unfold behind him as a small legion of frogs and dogs stand before the ritual] “Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General, Mahoraga.” [The Grotesque Angelic Shikigami stands behind Megumi] “Goodbye.” [Megumi smiles before being belted out of the way by the Divine General which stares down the S’more Kaiju.]

Lorelai: “BRING IT ON!”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#epithet erased #lorelai blyndeff #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #fight choreography #breakthrough sorry for the switch up but the finale came to me

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devilkittydeckbuilding · 5 months

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hewwo everyone!!!! today im going to be talking about my favorite dimir deck i have made and why i think its really strong and cool!!!!

the commander is...

UKKIMA, STALKING SHADOW

(drawing is by my gf @goqmir )

this is a dimir deck built around loading up the unblockable commander with equipment and +1/+1 counters and swinging face until i win with commander damage!!!! this deck tends to kill in a few good swings if im allowed to set up due to the sheer amount of equipment that gives at least +2 to ukkimas power.

this deck is not playing the green partner commander in cazur, ruthless stalker because he isn't quite good enough in this shell (he at best gives a +1/+1 counter every one of my turns starting on turn 4) and adding green imo really changes the core idea of the deck. it probably gives me more good protection and i would love to try this deck with more good protection but ultimately it just didnt fit my vision lol

this deck has only the one creature in ukkima, and the majority of the deck is equipment, enchantments, and instants. every spell in this deck other then board wipes (which btw are mass bounce that keep ukkima on the field usually like wave goodbye and raise the palisade, also am interested in kindred dominance possibly) is built to make ukkima bigger or to protect ukkima from any potential removal. this deck runs about 14 or so counterspells, several blink spells to protect as well as blink ukkima and take advantage of her second ability, and lots of ways to give hexproof as well as phase out my commander.

this deck runs lots of utility lands that help it play the long game. some cool ones are witches clinic which is amazing and allows you to gain life while putting your opponents really close to death, cathedral of war is funny because it pumps my creature with exalted, malakir rebirth is death protection, and command beacon makes ukkima more resilient against command tax!!!!

some of my favorite cards in this deck are...

teferi's veil - this card i havent actually gotten to play with, but this deck does not block. it doesnt care about creature combat cause i want to win in a few swings with ukkima and therefore phasing my commander after combat leads to it being impossible to board wipe or hit it with sorcery speed removal. this card makes instant speed the only way to interact with my commander and that is pretty insane lol

unspeakable symbol - this is one of my current favorite cards and makes any creature that can get in into a one shot threat for only three mana and a lot of life. if you arent in danger of dying to damage this card is insane. it makes ukkima one shot starting on the turn after ukkima etbs so that it can attack unblocked versus the most threatening player or the one with the best removal and then the rest of the table isnt far behind. also if ukkima dies after the counters are placed you gain a bunch if life back lol

hatred - this card plays very similar to unspeakable symbol in that you pay a million life to one shot someone but is a little more efficient at doing it (although it does cost more :/) these are not that fun in a casual setting but they make this deck win out of nowhere if you have protection held up and thats important sometimes!!!!

homocidal seclusion - this is the reason i built the deck cause its really cute and funny with only one creature in the deck and also buffs ukkima to a 5 power creature with lifelink which is a pretty good unblockable clock!!!!

feast on the fallen - this card seems kinda crazy in multiplayer cause on my turn i deal damage which triggers this on the next upkeep and then my opponents have to deal combat damage at some point (at least in my playgroup) dotot theoretically grows ukkima every turn with a counter.

this deck overall is pretty insane and lets you play a control deck with a voltron win con and its a very fun mix of playstyles. this list could be improved further and i could probably make a green version and test that one out too but im very happy with the current state of this pile!!!!

there are a couple weird picks for cards that are my playgroup specific like unsubstantiate which is only there for bouncing thassas oracle on the stack cause my friend plays that but overall the deck is just built for speed!!!!

also my headcanon is that ukkima is a fucking girl baby!!!! she/it pronouns wooooooo!!!!

thank you for reading!!!!

#mtg #magic the gathering

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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years

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make the tables turn | jake 'hangman' seresin x oc

Rating: T+ Warning(s): Getting weighed Word count: 1.7k Prompt: N/A Requested: Yes by @anna-phora Summary: Hangman goes to get a routine physical in preparation for the mission but is surprised when his doctor is Jasmine Lane, the girl he tried to take home the night before.

A/N: Thank you to Anna, who requested this drabble, and credit also goes to her for a particular blood pressure line in the story itself. Enjoy, friends!

Edit: Read it on AO3

Likes are nice, but comments and reblogs are golden.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Garcia,” Jas said, putting a final note in his chart. “That’s all for today.”

He smiled as he did the last few buttons on his khaki uniform. “Thank you, Doctor,” he said, bidding her goodbye as he left the treatment room.

He left the door slightly ajar, and Jas heard him speak to someone in the waiting area, wishing them luck.

She was glancing at the file of her next victim when Martha, the head nurse, walked in a handful of needle supplies. “Can you please send in Lieutenant Seresin?"

Martha agreed and left to collect the Lieutenant from the waiting area. Jas took a seat in her chair, trying not to grin at the prospect of the look on his face when he saw her.

“Listen, Doc, I’m in peak physical condi…” He trailed off, stopping in his tracks just inside the threshold of her office. Martha closed the door behind the man, sending Jas a knowing look.

“I’m sure you are, Lieutenant,” Jas said, standing to shake his hand as if this was their first time meeting. “But you’re required to be here, so suck it up. I’m Dr. Lane.”

“You,” was all he said, letting go of her hand.

“Me,” she agreed, gesturing towards the chair on the opposite side of her desk. “Please have a seat.”

He sat, albeit reluctantly. “You didn’t tell me you worked here.”

Jasmine looked at him, a smile on her face. He was squirming. “You didn’t ask.”

His eyes grew hard. “I asked what you did for work,” he argued.

She nodded. “That you did,” she agreed. “And I told you I’m a doctor, which I am.” She gestured around her office and all the medical equipment. She adjusted the stethoscope around her neck.

Hangman stared at her. “You lied.”

“I didn’t.”

“Lying by omission is still lying.”

She shrugged. “Maybe, but you were too busy trying to get in my pants to notice.”

His mouth flattened into a tight line, and he eyed her suspiciously, but he didn’t say another word.

“Are you ready to begin?”

He grumbled a yes, and actually stood when Jas told him to stand at the measurement on her wall. She brought the block down and noted his height on the file.

“Have I grown, Doc?” His smile was easy, his tone confident. He was trying to get her to crack, but she’d played this game with plenty of people before him - there was nothing he could do that would surprise her.

“No,” she said, straightening up. “If you could just hop on the scale for me.”

He walked to the scale, but Jas stopped him. “Without your shoes, please.” Hangman glowered at her, his smirk gone in an instant. She gave a friendly smile, but he wasn’t having any of it. Maybe he thought she was enjoying this too much, which in all fairness, should be a feeling he understood all too well. Hadn’t he been cocky in his conviction that he could get Jas to leave with him the night before?

He sat on the bed and undid the laces of his standard issue boots in silence.

He stood on the scale, and Jasmine joined him by it, so she could adjust it until it was even. She could feel his eyes on her, assessing her every move and breath. It wasn’t something she was used to - her patients were usually most anxious about the weighing portion of their exam. Hangman seemed unfazed.

“Alright,” she said, clearing her throat. “Weight is normal.” She glanced up at him and found his eyes still trained on her. The smirk had started to seep back into his features.

“Do I have something on my face, Lieutenant?” She asked, stepping away to note his weight on the chart.

“You’re beautiful,” he drawled as he stepped off the scale.

“So you told me last night,” she reminded him, grabbing onto the ends of the stethoscope around her neck. “But charm won’t get me to change your weight.”

He frowned at that. “I wasn’t-“

“Now, please, have a seat on the bed so I can check your vital signs,” she said, gesturing to the bed. “Please remove your uniform shirt.”

He smirked, cocky and self-assured. “If you wanted me to strip, all you had to do was ask,” he said, his tone lower than before as he started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Your undershirt can stay on,” she informed him, keeping her expression even and unbothered.

He frowned but didn’t utter a word. He placed the khaki shirt on the foot of the bed and sat down.

Jas placed the blood pressure monitor on his arm and pointedly ignored the feeling of his muscles ripple under the surface of his skin.

Once again, she felt his eyes trained on her. Watching, assessing, and making mental notes. Jas concentrated on the blood pressure monitor, not the feeling of his intense gaze.

“Okay,” she said and undid the band of the monitor. “Blood pressure looks fine.”

“No need to be modest, Doc. It’s perfect,” he said. “I’ve gotten many compliments on my blood pressure.”

Jas snorted, unable to help herself. “I find that hard to believe, Lieutenant.” She went to her desk to note down his blood pressure before moving on the listen to his heart and lungs. She told him those looked good, too, and she was a little annoyed that the numbers were essentially the same as his last physical. Perfect. If there was any ever reason to hate a man, that had to be it.

“Right, Lieutenant Seresin,” she began. “I’m just going to have a look at your ears and throat to check if something is out of the ordinary. Open up.” She placed a wooden stick on his tongue and shone a light down his throat. She imagined what that mouth felt like pressed against her own but tried desperately to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach. This was the last thing she wanted to think about. She then looked in his ears and found nothing out of the ordinary there either.

He was so perfect that she almost hated him.

The Navy really was punishing her with this routine work. She had saved a man’s leg, and this was the thanks she got? Having to check high and mighty fighter pilots whose physique was annoyingly perfect.

She walked back to the desk once again to cross out the throat and ear check on her list. Then crossed back to the Lieutenant. “I’m just going to check the lymph nodes in your neck, okay?”

He smirked. “Go ahead, Doc.”

Jas placed her hands on either side of his neck and felt for the characteristic knots under the skin. “How’d you end up stationed here?” He asked.

Jas leaned back a little, lifting her hands from his neck. “Why do you ask?”

He put his hands up. “Good, old-fashioned curiosity.”

Jas took a deep breath. “It’s a long story,” she said, hoping he would be satisfied with that answer. From the way his green eyes shone with mischief, she knew he wouldn’t. “Do you take any medications?”

He shook his head. “Make a long story short?”

“Not a chance, Lieutenant,” she said, offering him a friendly smile. “Any unusual moles or other marks on your skin?”

“No,” he answered her question. “Not even over a drink?”

Jas snorted. “Not gonna happen.”

He hummed. “Alright, your loss.”

“Oh no,” Jas mumbled, sarcasm laced in her tone. “How will I ever survive?”

He stood from the bed and moved to stand right in front of her. He was only a few inches taller than her, but she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes.

“You’ll change your mind,” he said, voice low and sultry. “Soon, you’ll beg for my time.”

Jas stifled a groan and pushed the aviator, forcing him to take a step back. “I think I need to refer you to a specialist,” she told him seriously.

He frowned. “What’s wrong with me?”

Jas picked up his chart and pretended to study it carefully. “I think you may need to have your ego surgically removed,” she said. “It’s a risky procedure, but you should be just fine. Maybe you’ll even be able to get a date afterward.”

Hangman groaned and turned his eyes to the ceiling. “You done?”

She huffed out a laugh. “Not even close, but I’ll spare you for today. You can put your shirt and boots back on.”

She jotted down some final pieces of information in his chart as he redressed. She put her hands in her lab coat and waited for him to finish off his shoelaces.

“I’ll see you around, Doc,” he said, the confident and easy smile back on his handsome features. Jas could acknowledge that he was attractive without shuddering at the admission. Almost.

“I’ll count the hours,” she joked.

He abruptly turned around and caged her in between her desk and his body. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and the way his pale green eyes had grown dark made her catch her breath.

He bent his head down, and Jas could feel his breath on her lips. Her eyes darted to his lips for a split second, but he’d caught her. She knew by the way the corner of his mouth turned up. “I’ll be thinking of you tonight,” he spoke, voice barely audible. The implication was obvious, and Jas’ cheeks grew hot for the first time in his presence. She hoped it wasn’t noticeable in the fluorescent light.

He stood back, and Jas tried to hide the fact that she had to gasp for air.

“You have a nice day, Dr. Lane.”

With that, he opened the door to her office and disappeared out of it, leaving Jas to process what the hell she had started.

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yutahoes · 2 years

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Kiss

(Touch Part 1.5)

Based on a request. This is the only fic that I can write as of this moment. Will there be another part of Touch? Yes. But I’m still plotting the story. Why can’t story ideas just write themselves? I might have finished all the requests by now. 😭

pairing: rockstar! Yuta x office worker! female! Y/N word count: 1k words genre: fluff, suggestive, domestic summary: There’s something wrong with her, Yuta was sure of that. warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual terms (quickie, punishment, handcuffs, vibrator), kissing, fondling, mentioned cheating, mention of breeding and menstruation, hickey

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There was something wrong.

Yuta noticed it the moment he came home from his gig. She wasn’t waiting for him like the usual nights, she was already sound asleep. A large pillow was between his and her side of the bed. Maybe she’s just tired so he shrugged it off.

But Yuta knew something is indeed wrong when he woke up hearing the rustling from his girlfriend.

Why is she up so early? And why is she already wearing her work clothes? He licked his lips at the sight of her curvaceous hips hugged by the tight pencil skirt. Y/N was putting on her bright red lipstick that made Yuta smirk in admiration. God, she is hot!

He stood up then wrapped his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her neck while grazing his morning wood on the back of her thigh. “Babe, let’s go back to bed. It’s still early.”

She stepped to the side, removing his hold on her then pick up her scrunchie to tie her hair in a ponytail. “A quickie then,” She glared then rolled her eyes while lightly pushing him to walk past him, leaving Yuta in shock.

Why is she mad at him? Is it her time of the month? He should have fucked a baby in her to stop these mood swings of hers. But isn’t it too early for her to have her monthly menstruation?

“My little princess,” he called heading outside the room to see her wearing her heeled shoes for work, glaring at him as if annoyed. She had always hated that nickname but looks so cute getting mad at him whenever he calls her that nickname. “No good morning kiss? No goodbye kiss as well?”

“Kiss yourself, bastard.” She whispered, which he clearly heard, took her bag, and stood up to leave.

Something is definitely wrong.

In an instant, Yuta was in front of her and blocking her way out of the door. “Did I do something wrong?” She only glared and he squinted his eyes at her. She’s so easy to read. Yuta leaned in to hold the back of her thighs, carrying her on his shoulder much to her revolt. He gently dropped her to the couch as he sat beside her and held her legs to prevent her from moving away. “I don’t want you to leave without telling me why you’re angry.” She remained quiet and Yuta groaned, “What did I do?”

He tried to remember everything he did the past week. Did he forget her birthday? That’s unlikely. And their anniversary is one of the most important dates in his life so it’s out of the equation again. What did he do to make her mad like this? Y/N took her phone from her blazer pocket, “You said you have a lunch meeting yesterday,” she started and Yuta nodded as she showed him a picture taken of him and a girl inside a coffee shop. “You could just tell me if you’re seeing another girl. Why do you have to lie? And can you please just let me look for another apartment before you throw me out?”

“What?” he asked in surprise, “Why would I throw you out?”

She gave a breathy sigh, “Well, you have a new girl.”

Yuta had a playful smile on his face. Why is she so fucking cute? “She’s an entertainment representative who happened to discover the band.” he claimed then pointed at the picture, “I treated her to coffee because she paid for lunch,” he explained. “This is all just a misunderstanding, baby. I don’t have a new girl and I swear that the next girl I’m going to love is our daughter.”

He reached out to hold her cheek but she moved her head away, earning an eyebrow raise from him. “No kiss and no touch? Aren’t you torturing me too much, Y/N?” Yuta had to pull her closer using her legs. “Why aren’t you wearing stockings? Those horny guys at your workplace will have a field day.”

She was now sitting on his lap and Yuta leaned close to her neck, placing a kiss on the side near her nape. He harshly sucked on the spot which made her squirm. He licked the reddish mark before giving her a wide grin. “You can keep your hair in a ponytail and let everyone see your hickey or put down your hair. I’m good with both ways.” Defeated, she tugged on her ponytail, rolling her eyes that made Yuta pull her closer, wrapping her in his arms tight.

A car horn can be heard making Y/N lightly push Yuta but he pulled her closer once again. “Give me five minutes,” he ordered, hugging her by the waist and resting his head on her shoulder. “Although you’re so cute when you’re mad, I don’t want you to be mad like this again.” He brushed her hair away from her shoulder, staring deep into her eyes. “You’re the only girl I want, Y/N. No other girl would replace you so don’t get jealous like this again.” The girl pouted, muttering an apology. “You’re so cute, you might send me into a heart attack.”

Yuta kissed her on the lips, a quick smack. “The missed goodnight kiss,” He kissed her again, “Good morning kiss.” Then he kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue and sucking on her bottom lip. “Goodbye kiss.” He repeated the same action, kissing her until she gasped for air. “Go home early.”

The girl stood up, fixing her skirt and blazer. “I love you.” she said still with coldness in her voice.

Yuta chuckled. Why is his girlfriend so cute? “I love you,” He muttered, helping her with her bag and opening the door for her. “My little princess.”

Y/N glared and he chuckled as the door closed. God, why is his girlfriend so cute and hot at the same time? Certainly, there’s no one like her.

And Yuta makes sure to show her how much he only wanted her in his life. It probably is the right time to take out the handcuffs and her favorite rabbit vibrator for tonight’s punishment.

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Christmas/Holiday Story #1: A Blue Christmas

It was a few days before Christmas. Everyone, the clan included, in Eyrie building had been getting ready for the holiday.

Out of everyone, Peggy had been the most instant on getting decorations up, getting gifts wrapped, and everything else.

While keeping an eye on his partner, Goliath noticed that Blue wasn't around. This was the fourth night in a row, which was... concerning, to say the least. He knew Blue. Unless something was wrong, they never stayed away from the castle and the clan this long.

He stopped ColdFire and ColdStone as they passed by.

"Have either of you two seen Blue recently?" He asked. ColdFire shook her head.

"No, we haven't." She replied.

"We were just about to go check on them." ColdStone added. Goliath nodded.

"Good. I am a bit worried about them."

"So are we." ColdStone agreed, as the two left for Blue's place.

When they got there, Blue was out on the balcony, quietly staring at a picture in their hands.

"Blue." ColdFire softly stated, as she and ColdStone landed. Blue looked up at their partners.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We were worried about you." ColdStone replied. "You haven't been to the castle in a few days." This prompted a sigh from Blue. "Is everything alright?" He asked, as the two gargoyles settled on either side of their partner. Blue looked down at the photograph, one of three smiling young kids, a boy and a girl, both the same age and likely twins, and a slightly older girl, and sighed.

"No..." They admitted. ColdFire gently set a hand on their shoulder.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'm just... not looking forwards to Christmas." Blue admitted. "Then again I haven't for a while." They looked down at the picture again.

"Who are the children in that picture?" ColdStone asked.

"My siblings and I." Blue replied, holding the picture up more. "I'm worried about them." They stated. "We were really close as kids, and... we remained close, up until dad kicked me out." They rubbed at a corner of their eye. "I'd love to see them again, but I don't think that's going to happen any time soon."

ColdStone and ColdFire looked at each other, then back at Blue.

"Can you contact them?" ColdFire asked. Blue shook their head.

"Nope. Dad made sure they blocked me." They frowned. Suddenly their phone rang, causing them to slightly frown in confusion and pull it out of their pocket. "Huh, I don't recognize this number." They muttered, stepping away to answer the phone. "Hello, Blue Dunn speaking."

There was a pause of silence, before Blue's face split into a bright grin.

"T-Theo! Oh my gosh, is this really you?" They asked, then nodded. "How did you get my number? ... You and Thea moved away from dad? ... That's fantastic! ... What? Really?!" Blue grinned more. "Yeah, that'd be great! ... Oh, yeah, totally, you two could stay here. ... Yeah. ... That sounds great, I'll see you then." Blue bid their caller goodbye and hung up, putting the phone back in their pocket.

"And who was that?" ColdStone asked.

"My brother, Theo. He and my sister are going to be here for Christmas! They'll get here tomorrow." Blue happily stated. Their partners looked at each other.

"And... are you going to be able to introduce us to them?" ColdFire asked. Blue nodded.

"Yeah, don't worry. Thea has a major in mythology, and Theo's always been interested in the non-human, so you'd have to worry more about a ton of questions than anything." They chuckled, then looked down at the picture in their hand. "I'm just glad I get to see them again."

"And we're happy for you." ColdStone agreed. Blue smiled at their partners.

"I can't wait for you two to meet them, you'll get along so great!"

"And we can't wait to meet them too." ColdStone agreed.

(Tagging under the cut.)

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#self shipping #gargoyles #canon x si #easy repairs #Coldstone #Coldfire #Blue Dunn #my writings #(whoo we're actually doing this now!)#*christmas/holiday writing*#bonus S/I(s):#Peggy King-Fisher (mentioned)#bonus F/O(s):#Goliath #I don't know if I'll make this a part two #We'll see.

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