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Hewwo! Are you ready for some no-context blorbo posting? Well, you can bet your left buttcheek I've got some blorboisms for you straight outta my rattling noggin and RPs!
A lil' while back, one of the writers in the RP's Meta asked us some background questions about our character(s):
What is the first thing your character does in the morning (or whatever other time they wake up)?
As a child, what did your character want to be growing up (and how did that turn out for them)?
How does your character display affection?
What is an obstacle they're currently facing, a struggle they're dealing with?
How does your character respond to failure?
So, for the two characters I wrote for (Sam Sadler and Lua Devens), here were my long-winded thoughts for these questions:
Both Sam and Lua are fairly early risers, though neither of the two will do very much for a while after waking since their days tend to start on their own time. Sam will naturally wake up around 6:30. He still keeps an alarm set for 6:45, but he's most likely already up for it unless the previous night was a long one. Lua will either get up at 4-something or 7-something - there's really no telling which will happen on what morning. If Lua's up early, he'll usually ease out of bed, head to the bathroom and get ready for the day (Sam jokes that Lua is cold-blooded because he'll hop in the shower and crank the hot water way up, steaming up the whole bathroom and bedroom). After getting ready, Lua will probably slip into light athletic clothing, go downstairs, grab a small breakfast, pocket their keys and phone, and head out for an easy walk in the pre-dawn hours. More often than not he'll be listening to a podcast like Alice Isn't Dead or The Black Tapes, or something similar. If Lua's in for a later morning, then Sam will be the first one awake. He keeps his alarm very quiet, so if it does go off, it won't wake Lua. Sam will kinda just sit in silence for a while, trying to muster the energy to get going. He always keeps a bedside book, so he may pick that up and read it, or scroll his socials for a bit. On these slower, later mornings, the pair will wrap up in a blanket burrito and cuddle for a bit, sometimes talking about little bits and bobs from their lives, or just sleepily snuggling together. Sam makes the bed most mornings - not that Lua doesn't want to, Sam just likes doing it - it's just something about order and tidiness for him, and something in having a routine. Sam will then usually wait while Lua uses the bathroom first. Sam will pick out his outfit for the day and lay it out on the bed, maybe turn on some NPR radio and scroll through some more feeds while Lua gets ready. When they swap places, Sam has a pretty regimented routine and may spend more time just making sure he sticks to it. After Lua dresses themself, he'll probably head downstairs and put some coffee or tea up, grab a bagel, or cereal, or toast, then head out onto the patio and sit and sip their drink while watching the world slowly awaken. Sam will eventually come down all neat and proper and ready to tackle the day. He'll drink some water and grab some cereal or a toaster waffle with Lua before grabbing their keys and driving to the nearest cafe for coffee, tea, or a smoothie. When he gets back, he'll start his day and Lua is probably already starting theirs.
I think Sam really liked the idea of being a race car driver. Didn't matter what kind, he just thought it was really neat. Growing up with a family that indulged in a lot of automotive sports, it was almost a given for him to have some interest. He did try his hand at kart racing at an early age and even got onto some circuits as a teen and young adult, but he found his interests too diverse to stick with just that. Like Sam, Lua also had pretty diverse interests - both were extremely fortunate children and had plenty of opportunities to explore different hobbies, passions, and pastimes. Lua always tossed around the idea of being a writer/novelist or, in a polar opposite turn, a professional soccer player, but he ended up ditching soccer very early on and took up equestrian sports. While he continues to write and ride, he truly enjoys his work with the Bureau now and would likely never give up his line of work.
Both Sam and Lua are affectionate people in their own ways, but both also greatly value their quiet time and space, so they are often more than satisfied just being present with each other. One of Sam's love languages is touch, but they understand that Lua is not always willing to engage with them in that way. Lua likes to buy small things for Sam - Sam will of course reciprocate, but he prefers to do things. Honestly, their presence together is enough for them to be happy. Small kisses on the forehead and cheek, light hand-holding, cuddling in the morning, and the small gestures that happen in the day-to-day minutia are affection enough for the pair.
Lua has struggled with his identity for a very long time. Sam has always understood this to some extent, but only recently began to understand the depth of it. The pair have been working together to help Lua come to terms with his true self both at home and around others. Facing past traumas from abusive relationships, the burden of some of their past cases, dealing with the ignorant antics of some of their family members, and the general weight of coming out has been extremely difficult for Lua, but with Sam by his side, he has been slowly working towards it. Sam is facing different challenges, mostly trying to find a new path for themselves outside of municipal work. Career changes happen all the time, but he's been pretty set on politics for a while. With that chapter closed in his life, he's quickly realizing there's so many things he can possibly do and finds the task of identifying where he wants to go a bit overwhelming.
Lua's responses to failure are interesting; he dislikes failure and will do anything and everything possible to avoid it, even to his own detriment. He's long struggled with self worth and his own perceived value and generally feels that even small failures are monumental setbacks for himself. He's conditioned himself to be an utter perfectionist, working well beyond reasonable means to ensure he never has to face failure, and so when he does, it can often be a spiraling roller coaster ride downwards that severely impacts him. Sam is working through this with him as well, but facing something like this is not easily handled without professional attention. Sam is detail oriented and highly accountable to his work, but he does not face the same type of challenges in life and in work, and is more receptive to the experiences that failure brings. He will feel down about getting something wrong, but he's able to bounce back relatively quickly and get the ball rolling without too much effort. He does get frustrated if he fails multiple times on the same task or challenge, but he's usually able to brush it off and play things off with a smile.
And there we go! My two sweet oc bfs from Lower Duck Pond. It's been a while since I've written actively for them, but they're pretty near and dear to my lil' heart :3
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Our Podcast will be at CreatorCon '22!
Ahhh, this is huge! Jace, the team, and I will be hosting a booth at CreatorCon this year where we'll be hanging out with you, chatting about the latest on our fave ttrpgs, and directly engaging with the local listeners that've really outdone themselves in helping us get here! Our Studio Manager Rinn will be manning the helm for our workshops on sound recording, mixing, and editing, and we'll be running a limited release of first-ever merch just for the con!
I cannot physically express how excited we are to be doing our first con as a group and with all of you! And we're literally buzzing with anticipation for Day 2's Night Owl session, which will feature Jace, myself, Carrie Westwood (from the Run Amok podcast), and the entire crew from Eagle Meets Pine Studios in a completely improv one-shot Monster of the Week live sesh!
This is literally the coolest!
Just a reminder that CreatorCon '22 is being held at the expo center in Hydroelectric all week from Monday through Sunday, 9 AM to 8 PM general admission, and special sessions and live events from 7:30 PM to 11:30 PM for After Hours ticket holders and creators w/ booked spaces and events. Our team will be running a booth from Tuesday to Thursday, but we'll be around the whole week!
General admission is $25/person. Children under 6 are free and senior discounts are offered for all customers 55+ attending both the general expo and After Hours sessions.
If you like to support us and any of the other local artists, creators, and businesses, this is one of the largest annual shows in the county, so definitely get out and give it a shot - 5% of all proceeds made at the expo will be donated to supporting the Maker Space Initiative for local creators and businesses, with an additional 2% being dedicated to the Young Ducklings Creator Collective, helping Duck County's youth to experience and engage in the arts!
Aaargh, I'm so excited for this, I can't even!
Alrighty, love y'all, ciao, see you there! :3
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I keep going to the river to pray
Written for the March pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles
Prompt: spring
Rated: M
Tags: Italian Steve Harrington; naiad Eddie Munson; past lives
CW: child molestation (not from MC); nudity; fade to black sex
Notes: Moooom, hype is turning the blorbos into water creatures again!
Steve is five years old and the water whispers to him.
“Steven, come back inside,” Mom scolds and yanks sharply on his hand. “Nonna told you the woods are off limits. The water is too dangerous. Heavens, I can't leave you alone for two seconds, can I?”
Steve wants to cry. To thrash and kick and scream at the injustice of it all.
Because she is leaving him alone. All alone in this strange country where there's nothing fun to do and where nobody speaks his language, for an entire summer. How's he even supposed to listen to Nonna when he doesn’t understand her half the time?
The only place where he finds comfort is the spring. The little pond with its crystal waters surrounded by crumpled pillars. He doesn’t know why, just knows there's something here that calls to him.
Mom doesn't understand, and Steve is too small to fight as she drags him away. Something splashes behind them, like a large stone sinking underwater, but by the time he turns, all he can see is ripples on the surface.
He doesn’t know why he says it, because there's nobody here. Nobody he can see. It feels like the right thing to do, though.
“Don't worry,” he whispers to the water. “I'll be back, promise.”
The water whispers back.
*
Steve is thirteen and a man follows him into the woods. He's been lurking in corners and doorways in the village all day, smiling, staring, speaking saccharine words in broken English.
Pretty boy, sweet boy, come here.
By the time Steve notices he's trailing behind him on the lonely road in the fading daylight, it's too late to cry for help. He ducks into the shelter of the trees without thinking, not looking back when he hears the man give chase. Darkness is falling around him, but he doesn’t need to see.
All he needs to do is follow the pull.
The spring reflects the moon and stars, silver waves bouncing off the trees and pillars.
“Help me,” Steve whispers, just as a hand grabs his wrist and spins him around.
The man's face is a mask of primal hunger. His eyes glint, dark and unblinking-
-and then they catch on something behind Steve's back and bulge. All the color drains from his face. He stumbles back, releasing Steve’s wrist, muttering a word in Italian that he doesn’t understand. Then, he turns and runs.
Steve stares after him, heartbeat roaring in his ears. By the time he remembers to look behind him, there's nobody there. The spring lies silent in the starlight, but the water isn't smooth anymore. A circle of ripples is spreading, not far from where he's standing, waves lapping against the shore. Steve imagines he sees something slipping out of sight in the water, like dark tendrils of seaweed. Then he blinks and it's gone.
Steve smiles.
“Thank you,” he murmurs softly.
*
The water murmurs back.
Steve is eighteen and everything is bullshit. He perches on a fallen pillar, toes dangling in the water, watching the sunset behind the trees, and feels sorry for himself.
He can't protect his heart from being broken, can't get into college, can't even get his parents to love him. They probably believe they're punishing him by sending him back here, he thinks with a laugh. Idiots. They know nothing about him, nothing about the pull he feels towards this place. He's been feeling it more and more lately, even with an entire ocean between them.
“Have you finally come to stay, sweetling?”
Steve doesn’t startle. Simply blinks back from his thoughts and lowers his gaze, like it's always been the two of them out here. Maybe that’s true.
“You're not scared,” the boy from the spring observes. His head is poking out of the water between Steve’s legs, long dark hair brushing his ankles. He's naked under the water, skin pale and smooth as marble. “Do you not fear me?”
“Why would I? You've never given me reason to.”
The language that slips from his lips is strange. Not English. Something closer to the butchered Italian he's picked up over the years. He frowns, briefly, but the boy's lips - pink and full and glistening with tiny droplets - curl into a smile and he forgets to wonder about it.
“Clever child.” Long fingers curl around Steve's calves, sliding up his legs. “I'd never harm what's mine.”
The fingers slip under the hem of Steve's shorts, gracing his inner thigh, and he gasps.
“Yours?”
The boy hums, pulling himself from the water a little, so that his shoulders emerge. His hair is a dark, tangled halo around his pretty face. It tickles Steve’s skin as the boy noses along the inside of his knee.
“Yes, mine. You feel it, do you not? The pull.”
Steve nods breathlessly and the boy smiles against the soft flesh of his thigh.
“Of course you do, sweetling. It has been forever since I met someone as responsive, but you? You remember, don't you?”
Steve pauses. Is that what pulls him here? Memories of a time he shouldn’t recall? Of a place far more splendid than the crumbling ruins around them, a place filled with song and laughter and the strange but familiar language that keeps tumbling from his mouth?
The boy - the god - watches the shift in his face and smiles. Nimble hands settle on his hips, pulling him closer, and Steve slings his arms around slender shoulders as the pillar slips out from under him.
His god's eyes are bright as he walks them to the middle of the pond.
“It has been so long, sweetling, and I hunger for worship. Will you give yourself to me again?”
“I do not need to,” Steve smiles as he is slowly lowered into the cool waters. “You've always had me.”
His god smiles and pulls him in, and Steve sighs against those beautiful lips.
The water welcomes him home.
In Roman mythology, naiads (better known under the name of their Greek counterparts, nymphs) are nature spirits most commonly associated with water, guarding rivers, springs and the like. Some were worshipped as local deities, with shrines built in their honor.
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Fear of You, Deep and Blue
Jake x Daughter!Reader
if you want, you can set the mood by listening to james horner's fourth track on the avatar soundtrack called "the bioluminescence of the night". but anyways, enjoyyyyy <3
"Mom! Mom! Watch!" Lo'ak exclaimed, before charging at the pond, jumping up--balling his limbs to his chest in the process--and splashing into the water.
"Oh!" Neytiri exclaimed, laughing as she leaned away, shielding her hand in front of her face, "Lo'ak!"
"Woo!" Neteyam cheered, following suit as Lo'ak resurfaced from underneath the water.
When Neteyam jumped in, Neytiri laughed as she swam backwards. Her long limbs combed through the water, each movement causing it to ripple around her. She swam a few strokes before her arm connected with a smooth, floating surface. Turning around, she quickly realized that she'd come in contact with a small lily pad. Smiling, she made her way around it before ducking beneath the water's surface.
Neteyam and Lo'ak, who had been heavily occupied with splashing one another, slowed their movements. Neteyam was the first to scan their surroundings--the grand silhouettes of trees, vines, and leaves, the scattered fan lizards gliding above their heads, the gentle sway of overgrown plant tendrils and grass as the breeze agitated them. Neighboring planets gleamed above them within the deep blue, night sky. Though movement was happening, naturally, everything seemed to reach a temporary stillness.
Then, glancing over at the soft, grassy land--adjacent to the pond, which led back to the village--Neteyam released a breath when he spotted you. Occupied by your multicolored beads and strings, you hadn't noticed the sudden silence around you.
"Hey," Lo'ak called, making Neteyam turn to him, "Where's Mom and Dad?"
Just as he asked this, Jake and Neytiri broke from the water's surface, each parent grabbing a son before throwing him in the air. Neteyam and Lo'ak screamed, flinging their limbs wildly. The element of surprise worked against them as they fell back into the water, having no time to brace themselves. Both boys landed recklessly in the water.
Jake and Neytiri laughed, high-fiving before Jake maintained his grip on her hand and pulled it to his lips. As he kissed her knuckles, she smiled, shaking her head at him.
When Neteyam and Lo'ak resurfaced, they both began yelling in protest.
"What was that for?"
"Mom!"
"No fair! You ganged up on us!"
"Not cool!"
The commotion made you look up from your beads, curious to see what had your older brothers screaming so piercingly. When you saw your parents laughing at them as they complained animatedly, you bit back a smile before lowering your head again.
Jake chuckled before turning to check on you. As expected, you hadn't moved from the spot he'd left you at. His gaze softened as his smile fell slightly. Then, after feeling a gentle hand on his arm, he turned to face his mate.
Neytiri's gaze, as soft as his, shifted from him to you. Jake turned his attention back to you as Neytiri swam closer. As she reached Jake, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Absentmindedly, his large hands cupped her waist, pulling her closer.
"Ma Jake," she whispered, "There will be a time when this cannot continue."
Jake released a sigh, keeping his eyes on you as he nodded. "I know."
As Lo'ak and Neteyam began tackling each other, once again, Neytiri leaned in, positioning herself closer to Jake's ear.
Jake lowered his gaze, focusing on the luminescent pond floor. "She was just a baby," he continued, "I mean, she still is just a baby, but she couldn't even walk yet."
Guilt flooded his eyes, making Neytiri frown before cupping his cheek. She coaxed him to face her before speaking.
"Ma Jake," she breathed, "You are not to blame. She would have followed you anywhere."
"But I should've been watching her," he whispered, "Our baby girl, she--" He shook his head, closing his eyes before continuing. "She's traumatized by this. She's not gonna wanna go near another body of water again."
Neytiri rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. Then, after planting a kiss on his skin, she leaned back and looked at you. Jake turned to look, as well, observing you quietly.
A small smile was plastered on your lips as you excitedly finished your last bracelet. Then, looking up, you met the gaze of both your parents, making your smile widen.
"Mommy! Daddy! Come see!"
Unable to help himself, Jake broke into a wide smile, feeling his heart swell at your high-pitched, enthusiastic tone.
Neytiri smiled brightly, tilting her head as she admired you. "Coming, my love!"
Turning back to Jake, she leaned in to speak in his ear. "She is still so young," she whispered, "It is better if we solve this now, rather than later."
Jake pulled back, staring at her for a moment. Neytiri raised her eyebrows, giving him an encouraging look. Then, turning around, Neytiri called to your brothers.
"Neteyam! Lo'ak! Come!"
The boys took one last jab at each other before pulling away. As they walked out of the pond, Neytiri raised herself to a standing position before following them out.
Padding across the forest floor, both brothers ran past you, not before placing a quick hand on your head in the process.
"Straight home!" Neytiri called after them, before kneeling in front of you.
"Mommy!" you called, smiling as she eyed you endearingly.
"Yes, my sweet girl," she replied, running a hand through your long hair, "What do you have for me?"
Raising your hands, you held the ends of a beaded bracelet, which was just long enough to fit around Neytiri's wrist. "A gift!" you answered, eyeing her eagerly for approval.
"Oh, ‘itetsyìp ," she cooed, grabbing your face and pressing her forehead against yours, emitting giggles from you, "It is the most beautiful!"
As Neytiri held out her wrist, allowing you to tie the bracelet on, the sound of rippling water caused you to look up. Jake stepped out of the water, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the bracelet. You smiled up at him before completing the knot.
"Daddy!" you squealed, quickly grabbing your second bracelet, "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you! See?"
Jake chuckled, though his smile didn't reach his eyes, as he kneeled before you. "I get one too?" he asked.
"Mhm! Hold your hand out!" you instructed, making him smile again.
Following your orders, he held his wrist out, letting you wrap the beaded string around it. As you concentrated on tying, Neytiri placed her hand on your head and kissed your hair. When her lips connected with your head, she looked up, eyeing her mate.
Feeling her eyes on him, Jake looked up to meet Neytiri's gaze. His expression fell slightly as she pulled away, standing up silently. Giving him one last nod, she slipped away into the forest.
When you finished your knot, you raised your hands in celebration. "Done!" you exclaimed, making Jake turn his attention back to you, "Do you like it?"
Jake smiled softly, raising his wrist to admire your work. "Wow, look at that," he breathed, turning his wrist over, "My baby girl's the best bead artist in all of Pandora!"
You giggled, making his smile grow. Lowering his wrist, he held his hands out to you, motioning you over.
"C'mere," he instructed softly.
He watched as you stood up, brushing off your backside before turning to face him. Then, you took one small step forward, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. Jake tilted his head, instantly picking up on your playful aura. When you took another small step forward, he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, we're playin' that game, huh?" he asked, lowering his hands to brace himself.
Giggles poured from your lips as you braced yourself before sprinting in the opposite direction.
"Oh, that was a big mistake, baby!" he called, running after you.
You screamed, sprinting across the grass before reaching a tree. When you darted behind it, Jake reached it, grabbing onto the trunk. Your giggles grew louder as you peeked around the trunk, only to be met with your father's looming figure.
"I see you!" he exclaimed, making you squeal and run to the other side.
Jake laughed loudly, mimicking your movements as he switched sides. When you peeked around the opposite side, Jake hid his presence for a moment. Then, he popped his head out with a growl.
"You can't hide from me!" he barked, making you scream and run back around.
As easily as it would've been for him to catch you, a childish part of him thrived in the chase. So, he let you run around the tree before padding after you, reaching his hands out like claws.
"I'm gonna get you!" he yelled, quickly gaining on you, "Those little legs can only carry you so far!"
Jake dropped to his knees and skidded across the forest floor, sliding behind you and grabbing your waist. You screamed as he lifted you, flipping you upside down. Then, he pulled you to his chest, keeping one arm wrapped around your legs--which were kicking wildly--as he poked your stomach repeatedly with his other hand.
"Is this what you want? Huh?" he teased, switching to lightly wiggling his fingers over your soft stomach, making you go wild, "You want Daddy to give you some belly laughs?"
You shook your head, unable to get a word out through your laughter.
"No? You sure?" he asked, raising his tone to be heard over your laughs, "Because whenever you wanna provoke me, this is how we solve things."
You shook your head, raising your hands to cover your face.
"Ah, no you don't," Jake said, quickly digging into your hollows to make you lower your hands, "Don't you dare hide that smile from me."
He flipped you right-side up, wrapping his arms around your tiny body and pulling you close. Your giggles died down as he pressed his face against the side of your head, nuzzling into you.
Releasing a sigh, he cupped your head. "My sweet girl," he breathed, "I can never get enough of that smile of yours."
Wrapping your arms around Jake's neck, you pulled yourself closer.
"I love you, Daddy."
Though he knew it wasn't physically possible, he'd almost convinced himself that his heart had turned to mush in that moment. Lowering you, he pressed your head against his chest as he began petting your head, working his hand slowly through your dark waves.
"I love you more, baby. You know I'll always protect you, right?" he asked, making you nod, "I'd reign all hellfire if anything happened to you."
Glancing down, he grew relieved as he saw your eyes drooping closed. However, his relief morphed into anxiety and guilt as he looked towards the pond.
A small noise came from your lips, making Jake snap his gaze back down to you. However, he relaxed when he saw that you'd simply let out a small whimper in your sleep.
"Shhhh," he hushed you, watching as your hand subconsciously slid down his collarbone before settling on his chest.
With every breath he took, your small hand rose and fell with his chest. Ever since you were an infant, you'd always found comfort in filling his heartbeat as you drifted off.
As Jake's mind wandered back to memories of you as a baby, he was unable to stop it from traveling to that night.
"It's mine!" Lo'ak exclaimed, charging after his brother.
"I had it first!" Neteyam protested, water splashing at his feet as he ran into the pond.
"Aye! Both of you!" Jake called, running after his sons, "Quit it now! Give it to me!"
Jake briefly put you down before climbing into the pond. Neteyam and Lo'ak had already made their way to the deeper end, much to Jake's annoyance. He began swimming after them, scolding them in the process.
As you watched your father, you let out amused giggles, clapping your hands. Then, as he got farther away, you frowned slightly, your instincts wanting him close to you again.
Since your only method of travel was with your hands and knees, you began to crawl along the side of the pond. You babbled as you followed Jake, continuing along the edge as he swam farther into the deep end.
"Stop! No! Give it to me!" Jake chided, gripping Neteyam's wrist and snatching the object from his grasp, "Both of you need to cool it. Now."
"Dad!" Neteyam exclaimed, pointing past Jake as Lo'ak smacked the back of his head.
"Aye!" Jake barked, snatching Lo'ak's arm, "What did I just say?"
"Dad!" Neteyam yelled again, eyes wide with fear as he continued to point.
Jake looked at Neteyam, following his finger before sharply turning around. He caught sight of your hand reaching the edge of the pond before you stopped, smiling as you realized that you had Jake's attention again.
"Y/N!" Jake yelled, eyes wide as he bolted back towards you, swimming furiously.
"Dad, get her!" Lo'ak yelled, panic echoing in his tone.
Jake had almost reached you when your hand went over the edge, causing you to plummet into the water. Though you were an infant, the feeling of the icy cold temperature rushing into your lungs--along with the suffocating gasp you took--would forever be ingrained in your mind.
"Shit!"
Your father's eyes expanded with panic as he took a sharp breath and dived. It took him no time to spot you, given that the pond's floor glowed with a radiance that matched the rest of the forest. Your tiny body squirmed as a confused panic overwhelmed your young mind.
Jake straightened his body, shooting forward with a fresh momentum before grabbing you. Within a couple of seconds, he reached the surface, raising you above his head in order to help you resurface first. As he gasped and blinked rapidly, your coughs and cries immediately triggered his panic reflex.
"Y/N!" Neteyam yelled.
Ignoring his sons' calls, Jake pulled you to his chest and hopped out of the water. Then, he began patting your back, coaxing water out of your lungs as you spit up repeatedly.
"Oh my God, baby," Jake cooed, voice shaking with panic, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
He gently bounced you once before patting your back again. "That's it, that's it. Get it all out."
Once your coughing was completed, it was replaced by crying. Jake cursed himself as he pulled you to his chest, bouncing you gently as he cupped your small head in his hand.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry," he cooed, "Shhhh, it's over now. Daddy has you. Daddy's got you."
Jake closed his eyes, feeling a fire spark within him as the memory concluded. He still held a great deal of anger at himself. In many ways, he felt as though he'd failed to protect you. Furthermore, he was reminded of it every time you refused to go near a larger body of water.
However, he also knew that his mate was right. It was better to get you over this fear now than later. You couldn't go your whole life avoiding water.
. *. ⋆
Releasing a sigh, you blinked briefly as a yawn pushed its way through your lips. As your vision began to clear, you leaned your head up. Immediately, you were met with the tender gaze of your father.
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hi, Daddy."
He smiled briefly. "Hi, baby," he answered lowly, "Have a good nap?"
You nodded. "Mhm."
Turning away from him, you rubbed your eyes before opening them once again. As your surroundings materialized before you, a paralyzing panic shot through your entire body. Eyes widening, you looked around, moving your gaze from Jake's arms around your body to the pool of water that surrounded you. Turning frantically, you spotted the grassy forest floor, several feet away.
"No," you breathed, tears gathering in your eyes, "No! No! Daddy! No!"
"Y/N, Y/N," Jake called calmly, tightening his grip on you as you began squirming, "Baby, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart."
He'd never seen you break down so fast. Pure terror befell your eyes as you began screaming. Your piercing voice echoed throughout the entire forest, agitating a swarm of fan lizards as they took off above you.
Jake felt his heart shattering within his chest as he maintained his steel grip on you, knowing that he would need to tough it out for the results he wanted in the end.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking that he did this to you. He was the reason that water terrified you so deeply. However, this weighing guilt gave him the strength to assure an end to this fear. Once you saw how harmless and beautiful water could be, you would be able to move past this.
"Baby girl, please," he begged softly, "Look at me. Look at Daddy."
However, the longer he held you, the more he realized that his words would do nothing to soothe your tears. This was pure, genuine fear, and you simply needed to cry it out.
So, after releasing a sigh, he pressed your head against his chest, once again. Bouncing you gently, he let you cling to him and scream at the top of your lungs. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he continued to remind himself that this was for your own good.
Jake didn't time it, so he had no idea how long you cried, but he'd never forget the relief that washed over him when you finally began to calm down. Opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze to you, watching as your hoarse voice began to quiet down. Keeping his vision trained on you, he waited as your cries turned to sniffles. Then, after a long moment, you grew silent, wiping your swollen eyes with your hands.
Before saying anything, he let you look around. He wanted you to observe your situation and process the lack of danger on your own. Still hiccuping with the occasional sniffle, you looked around, taking in the serene state of the pond.
Finally, you looked back up at Jake, eyeing him vulnerably. He released a breath through his nose, smiling softly as he tilted his head.
"You ready to hear me out now?" he asked.
Your small hand moved over his chest, resting over his heart. Lowering your gaze, you nodded.
"Okay," he began, tilting your head back up with his pointer, "I need you to know that I'm not gonna let anything happen to you tonight. Do you understand?"
You pouted, looking around before nodding.
"Water is not always scary. It cleanses us, relaxes us, hydrates us, offers us methods of travel," he continued, "and once your body learns how to interact with water, it can do so much for you, baby."
You released a breath, still eyeing the pond with uneasiness. Slowly, Jake began to lower himself. "There are countless situations where water can be harmless. I need to show you that so you don't have to be afraid anymore."
Whining slightly, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Immediately, he stopped his movements.
"You want a moment?" he asked.
After you nodded, he maintained his position, allowing you to adjust to your proximity to the water. Once you grew comfortable, you looked back at him.
"Can I keep going?" he asked gently, earning a nod from you.
Jake resumed lowering himself, finally stopping when your feet were just above the water. He tightened his grip before speaking once more.
"I got you," he said simply.
As he slowly lowered you both into the water, you tucked your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt the temperature slightly drop around you. Once the water was up to your chest, Jake halted his movements, allowing you to adjust.
In the silence of the night, the only sound you heard was the soft rippling of the water that surrounded you. For a few minutes, you kept yourself tucked into Jake's neck, not daring to lift your head. However, after Jake placed a hand over your head, petting your hair, you slowly gained the courage to sit up.
When you did, you gasped, looking around at how close the water was to you. Jake watched you closely, monitoring your state.
Then, you released a breath, feeling your fear begin to slip off of you. Jake lifted his hand from the water, running it softly over the back of your head before lowering it.
"You okay?"
When you nodded, he sighed, smiling slightly.
"Okay," he answered, "Now, I've told you about holding your breath before, right? Let me see you do it."
Meeting his eyes, you took in a deep breath and puffed up your cheeks. Jake laughed, nodding briefly.
"Exactly. Good girl." He bounced you once, readjusting his grip on you. "Now, that's what you always have to do when you go underwater. No matter what, don't take a breath while underneath. That's how it hurts your chest."
Raising a hand, he placed it over your small chest. "Right here. But if you hold your breath, going under won't hurt you."
Releasing the breath you'd been holding, you lowered your gaze to his hand, which was still resting on your chest. Then, you looked back into his eyes--eyes that assured a sense of security that no one could match.
Jake shook his head. "That's all it is."
When he lowered his hand, wrapping it back around your body, you glanced around one more time. Jake waited for you to meet his gaze again before raising an eyebrow.
"Can we try?" he asked, squeezing you briefly.
You took a small breath and nodded.
Jake smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest.
"Ready?" he asked, "Deep breath."
The two of you inhaled deeply before he lowered your bodies beneath the water's surface. The cool rush was a shock to your mind, but you found the sensation slightly refreshing. Opening your eyes, you were met with a view of your father, his eyes watching you as his queue floated freely behind him. He nodded to you, giving you a close-lipped smile.
When he brought you back up, you both inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly as water dripped down your faces. You panted, looking around as Jake held you to him.
Cupping your head, he raised his eyebrows. "You okay?"
As your panting breaths calmed, you felt a small smile tug on your lips. "Again, Daddy."
His eyes widened as he gawked at you. For a moment, he remained silent. However, his blank stare turned into a wide smile. Before long, his smile broke into relieved laughter.
"A-Again?" he repeated, cupping your cheek.
You nodded, unable to resist smiling with him.
Jake released a breath, shaking his head. "Oh, good girl," he breathed, squeezing you to him and peppering you with kisses, "Good girl, good girl."
You giggled as he leaned back, wiping some hair from your face. "My brave girl," he whispered, "God, I love you so much."
"Again, Daddy," you repeated, making him chuckle before nodding.
"Alright, we'll go again. Ready? Deep breath."
As you repeated your actions, you stayed underneath longer. Looking around, you took in the glowing pond floor. You felt as though you were seeing a completely different version of the world. Then, after looking back at Jake, you pressed your hand against his chest.
Jake looked down, smiling at your hand placement before pulling you close, holding you as your hair floated wildly around you.
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My Familiar’s Ghost part 28
Masterpost
(ID in alt and under cut)
1. Wide shot of the back garden, several trees and bushes and vagina hedges in the background with a small circular pond in the foreground, on which floats a lone wood duck. Nandor is crouched by the side of the pond, knees pulled to his chest, looking forlorn as he sighs aloud. 2. Close up in profile as Nandor lifts his head slightly and asks, “Mr. Duck…do you think I am a bad person?” The duck quacks in response from offscreen. 3. Wide shot, low with the duck in the foreground nibbling at the water with its beak. In the background, Nandor tosses his hands up in frustration and continues, “Well, I am being treated like one! I am a…a trans-gresser! And I cannot fathom why!” 4. Close up on Nandor as the duck quacks again from offscreen. Nandor lowers his eyes ashamedly and admits, "You are right, I cannot lie to you. Perhaps I do deserve this. Guillermo may be right to...to hate me." In the background, there are several flashbacks in sepia tone: Guillermo laying in a hospital bed with a neck brace and his arm in a sling; Guillermo in his trench coat, covered in dried blood, desperately yelling as he rattles the bars of the cage around him; Guillermo in a fancy collared shirt, in tears as he glares upwards and spits accusatory words; Guillermo frazzled with deep circles under his eyes, shouting angrily as he gestures with a clipboard and pen.
5. Zoom out as Nandor sits up straight and closes his eyes with a serene smile, saying, "But at least I still have you to talk to-" he is interrupted as, in the foreground, the duck flaps it's wings against the water with a splash and starts to take off. 6. Reverse shot of the deeply cloudy sky, the top of Nandor's head visible in the foreground as he stares upwards at the duck as it flies away to join a flock that is passing by. He mutters to himself, "Ah. That figures." 7. Reverse shot back on Nandor as ghost Guillermo suddenly pops his head and shoulders out from the ground beside him, calling "Nandor?" Nandor startles violently, body curling up into a ball and lurching away, eyes bulging and mouth wide open in a scream of "Ay-aah!" 8. Nandor sits back on his butt on the ground, leaning against one hand while the other clutches at his still chest and glares at Guillermo, snapping, "Guillermo! If my heart still beat, it would have attacked me!" Guillermo floats out of the ground up to his hips, looking distracted and unaffected, and replies "Oh, sorry." Nandor continues, "You trying to kill me?!" Guillermo: "Sorry." Nandor: "I did not even know you could go into the back garden!" Guillermo: "Oh! I guess I can, now. Wraith perks?" Nandor: "Yeesh." /end ID
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Arguments
Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Word count - 3,743
Warnings - broken bones, injuries, inaccurate medical scenes, idk hospital stuff, arguing, yelling, swearing, angst, Jake's a bit of an ass in this
Summary - you get injured while out with Bradley, which kicks Jake into 'dad mode' and causes an argument
A/N - hey y'all! sorry it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded a fic! I have been finishing up uni so it's been a bit all over the place. anyway I won't keep you long with this A/N, it's a new part of Hangman junior and as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!
Jake and Bradley had never been a couple to argue. They had a ‘let’s agree to disagree’ mindset when it came to anything the two could potentially make a spat out of. When kids at your school complained about their parents arguing you couldn’t help but feel bad for them because your dad and Bradley never argued. You knew arguing was commonplace between most couples and you were sure that your dad and Bradley would argue at least once during their relationship and all you could hope was that you wouldn’t bear witness to it.
One day, while Jake was out with Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy, you and Bradley decided to head to the nearest park and have a walk around to enjoy the warm spring weekend. The park was bustling with parents and children, couples, and the elderly. It seemed as if everyone had the same idea as you and Bradley, not that you’d complain about it, it made you happy to see so many people out and about. You watched as parents swung their children in between them as their child shrieked with laughter, you saw couples having picnics, tossing grapes at each other to see if they could catch them in their mouths, and you saw elderly people sat together by the pond, tossing grain out for the ducks who greedily darted to the food as they quacked noisily.
“Did you ever do stuff like this with your parents? Go to the park?” You ask curiously, looking up at Bradley to gauge his reaction, worried you might have upset him with the words you didn’t think about before they left your mouth.
“Parks, very rarely, I was more of a beach guy, my parents too. According to my mum, my dad had to drag me almost kicking and screaming from the beach when it was time to go home.” Bradley chuckles, reminiscing on the faint memories he had with his parents.
“Your parents sound like they were lovely people. I wish I could’ve met them.” You say, smiling softly at Bradley who lifts his hand and ruffles your hair with a smile of his own.
“Oh, they would’ve loved you. My mum especially.” Bradley says as he surveys the park, watching a dog bounding across the park as its owner tosses a ball across the grass. He had always wanted a dog growing up, maybe he’d speak to Jake about adding a pet to the family.
“I bet I would’ve loved them too.” You reply, your smile not fading as you look back across the park. You and Bradley continue your walk, admiring the sights and the birds flying overhead. As you walk through the park, you begin to head down some steps to walk along a lower path of the park but just as you near the bottom of the stairs, your ankle rolls and you tumble down the remaining stairs, hearing a crack from your right arm as it shot out to try and stop your fall.
“y/n! Are you hurt?” Bradley said worriedly, darting to your side and crouching alongside you as you cradled your arm and blinked back tears.
“My arm hurts, I heard it crack. I think it’s broken” You say, fighting to keep your voice from wobbling at the pain. Bradley pulls his hoodie off, using it to make a makeshift sling to keep your arm still, apologising quickly when you wince in pain.
“Just your arm? Nothing else? You didn’t hit your head or anything?” Bradley asks, avoiding touching your arm as he scans you over for any other injuries.
“My ankle hurts a little, but my arm is the worst.” You admit, leaning against Bradley as he eases you up onto your feet. Glancing around you see concerned onlookers who glance away the second you make eye contact with them and continue on their way.
“Can you walk? We should get you to the hospital and the Bronco is almost a five-minute walk away.” Bradley asks softly, watching you wince as you accidentally jog your arm.
“Yeah, I can walk. I’ll be fine.” You say, trying to assure Bradley that you’ll be okay. With a slight nod, Bradley leads you to the Bronco, carefully helping you into the front passenger seat and helping you plug in your seat belt before rounding the car to get in the driver’s seat.
“I’ll call your dad when you’re getting treated. I don’t want him to worry too much.” Bradley says as he begins driving to the hospital, fighting the urge to speed the whole way there. He was silently dreading Jake’s reaction to this. You were the most precious thing in the world to Jake and he’d shoot into overprotective dad mode whenever you were in a situation where you could get hurt. Bradley also knew how Jake reacted when you were hurt.
“It’s dad. He will worry no matter what.” You say with a weak smile as you glance over at Bradley who shakes his head with a soft laugh, trying to alleviate his concerns.
It didn’t take Bradley long to drive to the hospital, helping you out once he parked and leading you into the building. He approaches the receptionist and explains what happened and the receptionist simply hands him some paperwork and a pen and tells him to fill it out in the waiting room. Bradley heads with you into the waiting room and sits down in one of the uncomfortable seats and stares at the paperwork in front of him. You provide him with the answers he needs and not long after finishing the paperwork, a nurse enters the waiting room and calls your name.
“You go on ahead, kid. I’ll call Jake.” Bradley whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before you get up and follow the nurse. The second you leave his eyesight, Bradley pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls Jake, the call rings through to answerphone so Bradley waits for the beep so he can leave a voice message.
“Hey, Jake, I just wanted to call and let you know that y/n had a fall while we were in the park, and I reckon she broke her arm. We’re at the hospital now and they’ve taken her off to I assume get an x-ray and sort her out. Just give me a call when you get this. Love you.” Bradley says into the phone before hanging up and letting out a small sigh. Bradley remains sat in the waiting room, anxiously bouncing his leg, and fighting back memories of stuffy hospital waiting rooms he often spent time in during his youth. After what felt like hours, a nurse stuck her head into the room and called Bradley’s name, making him leap out of his seat instinctively.
“y/n is just fine. Her arm is broken but it’s being put in a cast as we speak. We just needed to grab you so the doctor can go through medications and care with you.” The nurse explains as she leads Bradley through various corridors to the room you were in, arm outstretched as the staff tended to it, putting it into a plaster cast.
“You okay, y/n/n?” Bradley asks, easing down into a chair next to you and studying you carefully.
“Yeah. They’ve given me some pain meds, so my arm doesn’t hurt as much.” You say, looking over at Bradley who nods with a soft smile. When the doctor finishes putting your arm in a cast, she turns to look at Bradley as she grabs her clipboard.
“You must be y/n’s father, correct?” The doctor asks, looking at Bradley who glances at you nervously.
“Yeah, he’s my dad.” You answer for Bradley, smiling up at him before looking at the doctor who nods.
“Okay, we just need to talk to you about caring for the injury. We’ve prescribed some medication and we have a care leaflet here about making sure her arm heals well and the cast remains undamaged. If y/n experiences any pain that isn’t being combated by the pain medication come back and we’ll see what we can do.” The doctor explains, handing Bradley a leaflet as you get up from the chair. Bradley thanks the doctor and signs some extra paperwork that needs signing before being allowed to take you back home. As you pick up your medication, Bradley checks his phone and fights back a frown at not a single notification from Jake. He figured Jake would’ve listened to his voicemail by now and would’ve either texted him or called him back. Bradley sent another message through to Jake as the two of you exit the hospital, letting him know that you were heading home. Bradley helps you into the Bronco and drives back home. As you enter the house, you kick your shoes off and turn to face Bradley in the hallway.
“Can I go for a nap? These painkillers are wiping me out.” You admit with a slight yawn.
“Of course, y/n/n. Just make sure you prop your arm up on a pillow or something. I don’t want an army of angry doctors coming my way on the first day.” Bradley chuckles as you roll your eyes but nod regardless. Bradley watches you head upstairs before heading into the living room where he sat down, and his leg began bouncing rapidly at the lack of response from Jake. He tried to put the tv on to distract himself and after almost half an hour his phone pinged with a message from Jake.
‘I’m on my way home.’
The message was blunt and to the point and Bradley immediately knew that he may be in trouble. Bradley knew that Jake was probably speeding the whole way home right now and that he would be envisioning the absolute worst. Before too long, Bradley heard the tell-tale sign of Jake’s truck pulling into the driveway and then not long after, Jake came barrelling into the house, making Bradley leap up from where he was sitting.
“Where is she?” Jake asks, panic evident in his voice as Bradley approaches him.
“She’s up in her room having a nap. She’s fine so we should just leave her be for a moment.” Bradley says as Jake barges past him, heading up the stairs with Bradley hot on his heels. The second Jake reaches your room he opens your door and sticks his head in your room, seeing you lying fast asleep on your bed. Relieved to see you okay, he closes the door before rounding on Bradley.
“How did this happen? Penny lets me and the others use her boat one time, and my daughter gets hurt and I don’t find out until I’m back on land.” He asks harshly, glaring at Bradley whose eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“I told you in the voicemail. She fell down a couple of steps and broke her arm when she tried to break her fall.” Bradley explains.
“And you didn’t try to stop her from falling?” Jake says angrily, his glare intensifying.
“It happened so fast, Jake! By the time I realised she was falling, she had hit the floor. I did what I could. I took her to the hospital and got her the treatment she needed. There was nothing else I could’ve done.” Bradley retorts, defending himself from Jake’s anger.
“Bradley, in letting you in my life all I ask is you look after my kid, and you couldn’t even do that!” Jake said, his anger reaching an all-time high.
“Jake, that’s not fair. I did everything I could have done in that situation. y/n is fine. Yes, she has a broken arm, but she was smiling and talkative before she went up to bed. Nothing has happened to her apart from an injured arm. It’s still your kid in there.” Bradley says, fighting the urge to raise his voice.
“I can’t be doing this with you. I don’t think I can even look at you right now.” Jake scoffs, making Bradley’s heart ache at the harsh words.
“I see. Well, if you need me, I’ll be at Phoenix’s.” Bradley says, moving around Jake and heading downstairs, grabbing his keys, and jumping into the Bronco while Jake remains rooted in place. After taking a couple of deep breaths, Jake enters your room and perches himself on the edge of your bed as you blink your eyes open.
“Hey, dad.” You say with a small smile which Jake couldn’t help but return.
“Hey, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay?” He asks softly as you nod.
“The pain meds are doing their job. Where’s Bradley?” You suddenly ask, propping yourself up on your good arm and glancing behind your dad as if Bradley would pop out of nowhere.
“He’s downstairs.” Jake lies, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face.
“Don’t lie to me dad. I heard the two of you arguing outside. What did you say to him?” You ask, glaring at him in a way that Jake could only assume was the way he was looking at Bradley just moments prior.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Jake says dismissively, not wanting to tell you about what happened.
“I bet I would. Now tell me what happened.” You demand, making Jake fall silent before he sighs heavily.
“Bradley let you get hurt so-”
“So you yelled at him? Dad, are you serious?” You cut in, your glare intensifying as you process what happened.
“y/n, in being part of our life he should be looking after you.” Jake attempts to justify his anger.
“He did look after me. He took me straight to the hospital and was there the whole time. He has all the details about my medication and how to care for my cast and injury. Do you? I guess not because the first thing you did when you walked through the door was yell at him.” You spit, angrier than you’ve ever been before at your dad. Jake remains silent at your outburst, giving you time to speak once more.
“Put yourself in Bradley’s shoes for a second, dad. Imagine I was Bradley’s daughter, and I was out with you, and I fell and hurt myself. How would you feel?” You ask, watching as Jake processes your words.
“I’d feel bad. Like I could’ve stopped you from hurting yourself if I was quick enough.” Jake replies, looking down at your duvet.
“Okay, now imagine you were feeling like that and then the second Bradley got home he yelled at you and made you feel even worse. Because that’s probably how you made Bradley feel.” You say, making Jake feel awful for the way he had treated Bradley.
“Dad, I know you were worried about me and that’s okay. But you can’t treat Bradley like that for something that wasn’t his fault. I know you love Bradley, and he loves you too. Don’t let this argument ruin your relationship.” You say, wiping your eyes quickly so your dad doesn’t see your tears, but Jake sees them.
“Oh, sweetheart. This argument won’t ruin our relationship. Yes, I was angry at Bradley, but I won’t be divorcing him over this.” Jake says reassuringly, helping you sit up properly before sitting alongside you, wrapping an arm around you carefully and pulling you into his side as you fight back more tears.
“You promise?” You ask through tears, looking up at your dad as he runs a hand up and down your back.
“I promise y/n/n.” Jake promises. He had learnt in raising you that he shouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. But his relationship with Bradley was important to him, and he knew he’d be an idiot if he let Bradley go after one silly argument. Jake knew he was in the wrong, that he let his protectiveness get too much and he took it out on someone who didn’t deserve it. Someone who took his daughter in like his own and cared for her when Jake wasn’t around.
“You just relax up here, okay? I’m going to call Bradley and see if I can talk to him. Then I’ll cook us up something to eat.” Jake says once you’ve calmed down enough to form coherent thoughts. He watches as you wipe your eyes once more and nod, allowing Jake to detangle himself from you. As Jake stands up, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before he heads downstairs to call Bradley. Once Jake reaches the living room, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it and finds Bradley’s contact, staring at it for a minute before pressing the number and holding the phone up to his ear. The phone rang for what felt like forever, Jake could imagine Bradley sitting watching the phone ring while Phoenix told him to ignore the call. He couldn’t even be mad if that was the case, he knew he deserved it.
“Hello?” Jake was taken aback to hear Bradley’s voice, having fully convinced himself that Bradley would let him go to voicemail.
“Bradley, hi.” Jake breathes, failing to come up with anything else.
“Can I help you?” Bradley replies, a clear exasperation in his voice as he speaks.
“Can I talk to you?” Jake asks, biting his bottom lip as he awaits a response. He hears Bradley move away from the phone, mumbling to Phoenix before returning to the phone.
“Okay.” Bradley says simply.
“What?” Jake says, not expecting Bradley to just talk over the phone.
“You wanted me to talk to you so I’m talking to you.” Bradley replies and Jake could only imagine him sitting back against the sofa with that cocky eyebrow raise of his.
“I mean, come home. I want to talk to you face to face.” Jake says, hoping that Bradley agrees. Jake hears Phoenix whispering to Bradley before the phone clearly gets handed over.
“Listen here, Bagman, you better clean up this act of yours. I get that y/n got hurt but it was out of everyone’s control. If I ever find out that you’ve spoken to Bradley like that again I’m going to fuck you up so bad, you’ll never be able to fly again.” Phoenix threatens, making a shiver crawl up Jake’s back at the intensity of her words. He knew Phoenix’s threats weren’t empty. He knew how close Phoenix and Bradley were and how fiercely protective they were of one another.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less Phoenix.” Jake manages to reply, grabbing the tv remote and turning the tv off when he finally registers that it’s been left on all this time. Jake hears shuffling on the other end of the line and the jangling of keys.
“He’ll be over soon.” Phoenix says quickly before hanging up, leaving Jake pulling the phone away from his ear and staring at it as he held it limply in his lap. Jake sat in silence as he waited to hear the familiar sound of the Bronco pulling up outside. When he heard the rumble of the all-familiar vehicle, Jake shot to his feet, his phone clattering to the floor at the sudden movement as he wrings his hands nervously. Bradley enters the house and locks eyes with Jake who has moved to stand in the living room doorway, his eyes red-rimmed, a clear signal he’d been holding back tears.
“Bradley, I am so sorry for what I said. I was scared and I took it out on you, which I should not have done. You looked after y/n and got her the treatment she needed. You’re a perfect parent for y/n and we’re both so lucky to have you. Now I don’t expect you to forgive me straight away, y/n needs you and she ripped me a new one when she found out what we were arguing about. I know I don’t deserve you Bradley, but I’d be a fool to let you go.” Jake says, clearing his throat slightly after speaking to try and hide the emotions. Bradley remained silent for but a moment before he took a step forward and took Jake’s hand in his.
“Jake, I’m not going anywhere. I don’t appreciate the way you spoke to me, yes, but I know your anger came from a place of worry. y/n’s the most important thing in your life and I get that. Just, if there’s a next time, I’m with y/n and something happens, please trust I’ve taken care of her as best I can. I love that kid so much and I’d move heaven and earth to keep her safe so please don’t assume I don’t care about her because I do.” Bradley says, letting Jake know how he feels about everything. Jake nods slightly, blinking back more threatening tears.
“I know you love her, and I was so stupid to even think you didn’t. y/n was so worried when she learnt about the argument. You mean the world to her, and you mean the world to me too. We can’t lose you.” Jake says as Bradley tugs him ever so closer.
“You Seresin’s are stuck with me.” Bradley says softly, his small, yet loving smile crossing his face.
“Aren’t we lucky to be stuck with you, Bradshaw?” Jake teases, smirking in response as Bradley tugs him into a kiss, the two men relishing in each other’s embrace.
“Are you two okay now?” The two men jump apart at the sound of your voice where they see you standing on the stairs, a cocky smile on your face as you look at them.
“Yes, we’re okay now.” Bradley says, both him and Jake extending an arm out towards you so they could bring you into a group hug. After hugging for a moment, Jake pulls away, clapping his hands together and looking between you and Bradley.
“Alright, I’ll cook us up some food. I did promise, didn’t I, y/n?” Jake says looking at you as you nod, eager to have some of your dad’s homecooked food. Jake then heads to the kitchen with you and Bradley following. As you and your dads occupy the kitchen, you watch with a smile as Bradley turns on the radio, serenading your dad in his soft voice as Jake prepares what he needs to make a meal. You watch the two men with a smile, grateful that you had both of them in your life.
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number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."
(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)
“Here.”
Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.
Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”
“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”
Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”
Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”
Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”
Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.
“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”
“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”
“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”
Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”
Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.
“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”
Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”
“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.
Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.
And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.
“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”
It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.
…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…
Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…
Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…
Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?
Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.
“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”
“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”
“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”
Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”
Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”
Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”
Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.
#answers#barbitchian#this ended up being less about the jacket than i intended but i AM thinking abt other reasons tim might end up wearing kon's jackets.#i just also think kon in a cute pastel pink strawberry cow hoodie is cute :)#timkon#rimi writes#its such an awkward length skdjhsdjk like this feels too short to bother putting on ao3 but so long for a tumblr ficlet. man#maybe i will expand timkon wintertime fluff (inspired vaguely by hallmark vibes) later into a real fic. idk!#tim#kon
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Midoriya I.|| Childhood promises
Type: Headcanons+Snippet
Genre: Fluff
Characters involved: Midoriya Izuku (main)/Uraraka Ochaco (secondary on the reading bite)
Prompt: As kids, Izuku gifted you a plastic ring and told you he'd marry you in the future. Now it's a recurrent joke to call each other fiancé.
• It happened when Izuku was 7; the street fair was nearby and his mom had given him some money to spend with you on treats and games. He was so excited, his hand timidly holding yours as the hanging lights guided your way
• One of the stands had caught his attention: it was a lucky duck pond, one of those games where you need to catch two different rubber duckies with the same number to win. 3 chances, no skills involved.
• “Do you think if we get our lucky charms together, we could win a prize?” The lucky charms in question were an All Might collectible card and a snail shell you found at the park.
• The freckled boy was enthusiastic about it, confidently paying the old man running the game a couple of silver coins to play. His hands gently lowered the small fishnet provided to play. First number: 3.
• Izuku could hear you rooting for him by his side. All he had to do was get another one like that. Sticking his tongue out, praying to his All Might card, he sank the net once more. Second number: 9.
• He felt like crying.
• You patted his hand in a comforting way, threatening the nearby kids who mocked him. “Hey, let me try!”
• The result was the same, sadly. However, the old man was touched by you two that he gave out a consolation prize to lift your spirits. It was a plastic jewelry set: a silver crown, a magic wand and a couple of rings.
• The path back home didn't feel so bad after that.
• “At least the rings are pretty, do you think we could wear them at school?” You said, making Midoriya think. “But aren't matching rings for marriage? My mom says so.”
• After a brief silence, Izuku's green eyes lit up, feeling a slight wave of nervousness as the words rolled out of his mouth. “Then I'll marry you! W-we can wear them until we grow up and then get m-married!”
• Your face felt warm as you heard him speak, feeling his hand eagerly placing the silver ring on your left hand.
• Ever since, neither of you take the plastic piece off, even if it's old and the colors washed out. Not to mention that the whenever you see each other, the word “Fiancé/Fiancée” rolls out of your mouths.
—Hi! If you have a moment, I'm looking for a person. Do you think you can help me?
Ochako heard with attention as you spoke, tilting his head at the style you sported. Compared to the gray uniform and green tie U.A students wore, your clothes were more of an Eastern streetwear.
—Uh, sure thing! Who are you looking for?— The brunette said with a sympathetic smile. —Are they from 1st year or 2nd?
—Izuku Midoriya, 1st year!— The name popped out of your mouth, catching Uraraka's interest.
—Really? He is from my class! I'll take you there.— She offered, making you feel relieved. —Are you from his family or something? I don't think he mentioned any siblings or cousins.
You snorted a little, deciding to play a little with the round-faced girl.
—He is my fiancé! I came to visit him.
The way Ochako's jaw dropped almost had you rolling on the floor laughing, but for the sake of your little joke, you kept a straight face.
—Fiancé?— Her voice stuttered. You nodded, showing off the little plastic ring you always carried. —Since when? How did that happen?
You tapped on your chin as if thinking.
—Since kids, we promised each other. We'll be hitting it off as soon as he graduates.
Uraraka couldn't hide her shock.
—Oh, there you are! I see you've met one of my classmates already.— Izuku's voice popped in, joining the conversation as he walked towards you. —Did you have trouble finding the classroom building?
Ochako's finger pointed at him and then to you. It didn't take much for Midoriya to connect the dots.
—You just had to tell her, didn't you?— He muttered, eyeing you with an embarrassed face. — Uraraka, let me explain…
—Wanna come to the wedding?
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Glass Smile
Here just a little sample of my writing before, I put out my writing commissions on here, I hope you enjoy this radio Apple.📻🍎
Quack !
Lucifer stared mutely at the red lake that sat in the middle of the park that was in pentagram city , He numbly tossed out seeds into the still water, landing with a deliciate plunk. Seconds passed before they're was a feeding frenzy of beaks and teeth, gnashing to get to the offering before them.
Lucifer momentarily smiled fondly at the murderous creature, even the ducks, down in the pits of hell could always put a smile on his face, if it was just a moment.
"What a quaint moment! Royalty coming among the masses!"
Lucifer smile dropped almost instantly, at the sound of the radio laugh track the pierced the quiet afternoon, he face quickly turned into a grimace.
It was his fault after all he did ask the demon here.
"Your're late.." He said, not responding to the quip, instead reaching into the bag of seeds and throwing another handful into the gaggle,of feather and quacks.
"Now now your're watch must be wrong your majesty, I'm never late. " He said with the widening of his sharp tooth smile, he chuckled again at the expression of the shorter face, before adjusting the moncole over his eye, " Beside you seem rather content on you own who am I to distrub you hmm?"
"Cut the shit." Lucifer said turning his back on the ducks, that continuned their frenzy with fevor. "Why does everything have to be so goddamn funny to you all the time, with the damn smile! " He snapped baring his own sharped teeth,eyes flashing red for moment, before the flame quickly fizzling out as soon as it started, he grimaced an turned his back on the demon, "...Forget it, I called you here for a reason." He rest his elbows on the railing over the lake.
The smile was still plastered on the radio demon face, but his eye did twitch ever so slightly at the uncommon display of anger from the King, but a split second later his head titled in a curious manner. He walked towards the small space between him and the railing, still leaving a modicum of room between himself and the blistering king. He tapped his claws rthymnically on the metal bar, causing Lucifers eye to twitch, not so subtly.
"Down to bussiness." He said between taps, " Why this little chin wag, hmm?" His eye flitted around his surroundings, landing on the pond in front of the them, "Beside the breathtaking veiw, very much much to die for? " He said lazily smile in the kings direction.
Lucifer wasn't looking at him, he mechaically throughing small hand full of seeds into the rippling pool below him, watching the ducks quack and squawk to get their fill, his lip twitched, before exhaling, the breath he didn't know he held.
" I like it hear, one of the only places in hell that could be called peaceful." He avoided the question given to him by the other demon, to annoy him? Maybe. To avoid the little despairing thought in the back of his head? Definitely.
The Radio Demon seemed to exhale as well, through his yellowed jagged smile, but he didn't seem any less perturbed on the outside, nor did he verbally adknowledge the others statement, letting the King of Hell stew in his silences.
Oh and how did Lucifer hated silence.
He bite his lower lip, as the silences torn on between, the other even refrained from tapping his claws against the railing, the ducks quacks seemed far in the distance as well.
Oh fuck it.
"Here--!!" Lucifer haphazardly shoved another bag of duck feed into Alastor's hand, earning a fleeting moment of surprised in the demons, face his ears, twitching at the close proxismity of the others hand, before looking down at the bugling bag of feed in his unexpectant hand.
The sound of the record scratch was definitely satisfitying to Lucifer seeing it was one of the only indentcations that Alastor was annoyed.
"What do you you expect me to do with this?"
He made eye contact with the other for the first time since his out bursted. He scoffed, "Well, I thought it was pretty self explaintory, you take out of little bit." He mimic the gestures, spoke as if he was talking to a child, "And through in the pond for the ducks."
Now it was Alastor's turn to bristle at the condesdion tone of the other, he made no move to acutally copy the King, just holding the bag like it was a dead piece of vermin, "Yes yes.." He played a half hearted laugh track, " Why do you want me to feed the ducks, would have been a more pointed question, your Majesty."
"Uh....." He cleched his jaw, and looked away again a blush blooming on his alabastor cheeks, "Uhm...Idon'tknow...." He mumbled the ladder half of the sentence.
"Pardon?"
Lucifer growled, and then exhaled, "I SAID...because it's fun..!"
Alastor acutally genuinely laugh at that, the tinny noise was much more pleasant then the laugh that always accompanied him, " Did you ask me hear to feed the ducks with you?" He said between breathless giggles, putting his gloved hand to his chest.
Lucifer pouted turined back to the splashing birds, "Yeah what if I did!?" He retorted red face.
Alastor was about to responded with another mocking remark before, looking over at the royal, he rouged cheeks even more prominent with the flush that had came over his pale face, blonde hair unkempt and facing over his forehead.
He pursed his lips slightly his every present grin twitching, along with one of his ears, Curious. Perhaps he poke fun at him another time, it didn't have anything to do with his oddly endearing fluster.
Alastor looked down at the bag of feed that remained in his hand, some had spilt out, from his laughing feet but it remained mostly whole and heartly. Hmm..
He reached in the bag taking a healthly pinch, before lazily through it in the direction of the gaggle of ducks, they reacted instantly, teeth gnashing at each other and the food to get the better morsel.
Alastor chuckled adjusting his monocle, " Why my, my, such ravenous fellow!" The bespoken laugh track returning before looking toewards Lucifer once surprised at what he wintnessed.
A smile. Genuined and large the first he probably even seen from the shorter man, strong and hardy, not made of glass to shatter at the slightest nudge.
"Aren't they!" He beamed and vomit of infomation began to spew from his mouth, something Alastor would usually exusse himself to exiting stage left, but for some reason he decided to half heartedly listen while turning to watch the ducks.
Hmm..that smile. He'd like to see it again.
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Ask and You Shall Receive
This came to me at 3:15AM and half of this was typed on my phone in a haze of insomnia. Enjoy! This takes place in an AU where Graves is a good guy and works with the 141. This is my first time writing for Graves so comments would be very much appreciated.
Contains: Fluff, smut (consent, kink negotiation, bondage, Dom Phillip Graves, finger, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, P in V, aftercare.This is pure smut.
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You want to try something new and Graves is more than happy to oblige.
Anxious isn't the right word, you weren't anxious about talking to your boyfriend about your idea, shy was more like it.
Everything about your love life had happened organically, his desire to praise you was matched by your need to hear you were doing well, and his need to feel like he was looking after you was matched by your appreciation of his efforts.
You knew he would take it well, he was the kind of man to take everything in his stride, you just had to find the right words to bring it up. So you'd spent your day off baking his favourite cookies in between mountains of research so you could come to the table prepared.
The moment you had been waiting for came right on five, once the sun had just begun to think about setting, when Graves key turned in the door and he walking into your shared home.
"Are those your famous cookies I smell?" His tone was light, with just a hint of arrogance that told you he had a good day.
"Yes it is, they're waiting for you at the table." You were already halfway there with two glasses of milk, and he made a detour via the kitchen to wash his hands before sitting down with a grin.
He looked you over, clearly picking up on something, before sitting down and gesturing to the treats in front of him. "What's all this about Darlin'?"
You smiled. "I wanted to ask you something, nothing bad don't worry, but I'm a bit nervous so I baked some cookies."
He picked up a cookie and gave you a slight nod. "Ask away, I'm all ears."
You took a deep breath and remembered that the worst that could happen was him saying no. "Iwantyoutotiemeup."
"Pardon?" By the grin on his face, he had clearly heard you, but he wanted to make sure.
You took another deep breath. "I would like it if you would please tie me up." You paused, this wasn't something you were asking him to do to you, this was something you were asking to do with him. "I would like to try bondage with you."
He reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist, his thumb rubbing the skin softly. "I'd like that too." You breathed an audible sigh of relief, and he chuckled. "I'm proud of you for asking me, and for what it's worth, I think you'll enjoy it as much I as will."
"Have you done it before?" The question came from a pure curiosity, there was no jealousy in it.
He nodded. "I have." He paused, and his smile grew an edge. "And before you ask, I fucking loved it. Can I ask what's got you wanting to give it a go?"
The air was changing, it was getting easier and easier to speak and the end result was looking more and more like a fun night. "I guess I've always been curious about it but I've never felt.." It was hard to find the words to articulate your feelings. "I've never felt safe enough to ask for it until now."
He nodded then tapped your hand in the same way you had seen him tap a desk before he headed out on an op, all power and self-assuredness. "Well Darlin', you're in the right hands."
For the next hour you went over everything, exchanging back and forth ideas and thoughts. He was very impressed with what you had learned in only one day, and before you knew it, there was a plan in place. You would spend the day together tomorrow, an easy day at the farmers' market and sitting by the pond on the property watching the ducks go by, and when night came, the real fun would start.
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You walked into the bedroom with his hand on your lower back, the warmth bleeding through his old shirt that you had thrown on after your shower. He had already laid out the lengths of silk you had retrieved from your fabric drawer, quickly hemmed today while he watched to make them ready for this very moment.
He led you to the end of the bed, where he sat down next to you, his long fingers almost engulfing your cheek as he held it. "Now you remember what I said about you letting me know what's going on with you when I ask?"
You nodded. "I have to tell you how I'm feeling or it stops. If I don't feel like I can speak, then I've got to tap the headboard."
He smiled, clearly happy with your answer. "Good, and what's that going to look like?"
You reached down and taped the edge of the bed, once before pausing, then twice. "Once for pause, twice for all good. Other than that, nothing's changed, if I want to tell you to stop, that's all I have to say." His eyebrows went up slightly like he wanted you to keep going. "And you won't be mad at me, even though I know you're going to be putting in a lot of effort."
His cheeks rounded with a smile as his eyes crinkled at the corners. "That's right." He took both your hands in his as he stood up and led you further up the bed, sitting you up by the pillows as he picked up the silk.
"Arms out please." You did as he asked, and he took one wrist in his hand before bringing it up to his lips and placing kisses on the skin. "I'm going to wrap each one separately before tying them together so your joints don't dig into anything, ok?"
You nodded. "Ok, thank you." You watched as he wrapped each wrist with care, his attention focused on every loop and knot until you had a length of fabric hanging from each wrist.
He ran his fingers around the borders of the fabric, then to your fingers as he looked over the ties. "Anything hurt Darlin'?"
You shook your head. "No, nothing hurts or tingles. It's comfortable. I'll tell you if that changes."
He smiled wide and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Wonderful. You're being so good for me." He kissed each one of your fingertips before sliding up your arms to your torso and then down until they gripped the edges of the old Marine Corp PT shirt you were wearing. "Can I take this off?"
"Of course." You lifted your arms, giggling as the fabric came with you and Graves lifted the shit over your head. His lips found yours as he took your face in his palms. The kiss was soft and filled with affection as he slowly made his way back to your wrists.
He took one length in each hand and looked over your forearms before crossing your wrists over each other. "Anything rubbing?"
You shook your head. "No, it kinda feels like I've got a pillow between my wrists."
"That was my plan all along." His accent came out more when he was turned on, and you could clearly see a bulge growing in his sweats as he tied your wrists together. He quit dip when he was home but he still ground his jaw like he was chewing when he was trying to slow himself down. "Get comfortable."
You did as he asked, resting on the pillows as he reached over to tie you to the headboard. "Comfortable?"
Your wrists were crisscrossed with your elbows bent and sticking out as the plush pillows took the weight off your arms, you were more than comfortable. "Yes, very."
He sucked on his tongue and looked you up and down before grinning. "Well, aren't you as pretty as a picture?" He looked over you one last time before rushing to remove his clothes. When he had stripped down to his tight black boxers, he was climbing on top of you with a grin before finally pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss was filled with passion, and your inability to hold onto him meant he was able to take over with ease, his teeth grazing your lower lip as one of his hands slid down to remove your sleep shorts and panties in one go. He broke the kiss so his lips could move down to your neck, and even though you tried to follow him, you couldn't close the distance since the silks kept you still.
His stubble scratched your skin as he made his way down you to your breast, but he paused to pull off his boxers and free his cock, groaning as the pressure finally lifted, and it jumped up to hit his stomach, all hard, red and leaking. He returned to his journey, his lips brushing your skin as the hand that wasn't holding him up made its way down your body to your core. "Fucking hell, Darlin', you're so fucking wet."
You expected him to touch you more, to feel his fingers on your clit so he could bring you to orgasm with his usual speed and ego. But his fingers only grazed your skin before pulling away, and you blinked in confusion as he smiled. "I want you to get the most out of tonight, and that means not getting what you want right away, you gotta savour some things."
You wanted to roll your eyes, no matter what, he was still so sure of himself that sometimes it made you angry. "Ok my love, whatever you want."
He had shifted backwards, resting on his knees so his eyes could take you in greedily. "Oh Darlin', don't tell me that, I'm liable to keep you here all night." His fingers had started to run from your collarbone to your hip, up and down as he spoke while his eyes raked your body. He shook off his stooper and smiled. "Now, where was I?"
"You were kissing me." You could kiss him all day and all night if there was time, you think Phillip would agree.
He clicked his fingers and nodded quickly. "That's right." He was back hovering over you, his lips on yours as he kissed you with the same passion as before, and just like before, he was pulling away far too soon to kiss his way to your breasts.
But once again, he didn't do what you expected, and rather than focusing on your chest, he started kissing over the rest of your torso. It was slow, each kiss deliberate, hitting a sensitive spot, or a freckle or the odd scar, it was like he mapping all the parts of your body that he could reach. By the time he finally made it to your breasts, you were wound so tight that the touch of his lips on your nipple made you jump.
He chuckled against your skin, and you sighed as the warmth of his mouth spread across your chest. You moved to run your fingers through his hair but the binds on your wrists stopped you, forcing you to relax into the feeling as one of his hands came up to play with your other nipple, his callous fingertip grazing your skin gently.
Everything felt so much stronger with the reduced ability to move, and you were getting desperate to feel him elsewhere. He seemed to pick up on it because he popped off your breast and slowly kissed his way down his body until his lips were brushing your mound. "You good for me to go further?"
"Please." He smiled against your skin as he kissed your inner thigh, then he was lifting your legs over his shoulders, stopping to run his hands up and down them before finally settling between your legs. He started with soft kisses, his lips barely grazing your skin as he made his way across your flesh, but his mouth was watering, and Graves was not a man to deny himself for long, so he spread you open and finally drove in like a man starved.
He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked softly as the hand that was on your breast made its way down your body, two of this long, thick fingers circling your entrance before he was pulled away to meet your eyes. "Can I Darlin'?"
You took in a shuddering breath; his fingers had taken the place of his tongue and were rubbing your clit in those precise circles he knew would have you aching off the bed. "Yes please."
He grinned and pecked your lower stomach before his mouth returned to your flesh, and he slid two fingers inside you. He wasted no time in running his fingertips along your walls to find your G-spot, and you swore you could feel the callous on his trigger finger as he pressed it. With his mouth back on your clit, he was moaning against you like he was the one getting off.
You pulled on your wrists again, needing to run your fingers through his soft hair or push him closer to you, but they didn't budge, and the vibrations of his laugh sent shockwaves up your spine. It didn't take long to grow close to the peak, and your attempts to warn him that you were close were stolen by moans as he doubled his efforts.
Your chest heaved, and his forearm went over your hips to keep them still, and you started to twitch. You managed to mutter what sounded like a please, and he moaned an affirmative against you, and that was all you needed to topple over the edge, your vision going white and your body becoming ridge as the pleasure overcame you.
It felt like it went on for hours, the edges of your consciousness going grey as it went on and on, and then the valley you were falling into rose into another peak before you could think, and you were vaguely aware of your own moans filling the air. Mercifully, he seemed to take pity on you when you started to twitch away from him and stopped, pulling his fingers free before slowly kissing back up your body.
You could taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, and when he pulled back to suck his fingers clean, you could see that his chin was shiny with you. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then used your leftover wetness to slick up his cock as he moved to hover over you. "You wanna keep going Darlin'? Or do you need a minute?"
Your eyes drifted to his cock, he looked painfully hard, and despite the fact that it still felt like his mouth was on you, there was no way you were going to make him wait any longer. "Yes, yes I want to keep going."
He smiled and dropped on top of you, helping you lift your shaking legs around his waist as he ran his cock up your slit, chuckling softly when you twitched. "I'll go slow." He wasn't lying, when he finally slid inside you, it was at a snail's pace, and you were grateful for the slow push as your brain grew fuzzier. You could feel every ridge and vein, and when he was fully seated, his head dropped against your shoulder as his chest rose and fell with laboured breaths. "You good?"
The urge to touch him was once again thwarted by your tied wrists, but you still responded for fear that he would still stop. "Yes, please move." He started slowly, grinding his hips into you as he angled them to brush your G-spot. It didn't take long for him to pick up speed, and you could see the look of concentration as he shifted his weight onto one elbow so he could rub your clit.
He faltered slightly, his voice shaking as his hips picked up force. "I'm not going to last Darlin'." He grunted and his muscles tensed. "I fucking love you so much y/n."
That was all fine with you, you were fast huddling towards another orgasm and you didn't think you could take much more. "I love you too Phill." His lips found yours and the kiss was rough, it felt like he was trying to eat you alive as the fingers on your clit moved to push you into another orgasm. It was violent when it happened, forcing out every other thought as it took over every sense. The groans in your ear turned animalistic and then his hips were stuttering as your clenching gave him the final push to follow you into bliss.
Once his hips had stilled, he collapsed onto you, rubbing his cheek with yours as he caught his breath. He reached up and untied you, bringing your wrists to his lips and kissing the skin before he turned you both on your sides as he slipped out of you. You buried your face in his chest and he brushed your sweat stuck hair out of your face on his way to run your back up and down to soothe your racing heart.
"How are you feeling Darlin?" You tapped his chest twice, unsure of your words and he chuckled softly. "Like that, is it? Well that means I've done my job right."
He brought you back to earth with patience, rubbing your back while he pressed kisses to your skin at random. When the world faded back in, he smiled at you and brushed your cheek with his fingertips. "You back with me?"
You nodded. "I am. Thank you for tonight."
He smiled softly and kissed you once again. "No need to thank me Darlin', it was my pleasure. Anything hurt? Are your wrists and shoulders ok?"
You nodded. "Everything's fine."
He smiled and sat up, taking you with him before spinning slightly to open his top drawer. He had a bottle of water in one and your favourite bag of potato chips in the other and he placed them down as his hand moved to rub your legs. "Have those, you need to get something in you. Once you're all fed and watered, I'll run you a bath and clean you up, then we can get a good night's rest."
You yawned, suddenly hungry, thirsty and tired. "Thank you."
He smiled. "Like I said, it's my pleasure."
****
Between the bath and another small meal that Phillip had raced off to grab you and the clean sheets, you were completely exhausted by the time he had cleaned up and climbed into bed next to you. You nuzzled into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. "I'd like to repeat tonight if that's something you want."
You gathered enough energy to reply, pressing a kiss to his chest before speaking. "I'd like that too."
"Good, that's real good." You could hear the smile in his voice and his hand found your cheek. "Thank you for being so good for me, I really enjoyed myself."
You smiled softly. "So did I, and thank you for being so sweet, and looking after me, I really appreciate it."
"No need to thank me Darlin'. That's what I'm meant to do." He pulled the blankets further up your body and reached over to turn the light off. "Goodnight Darlin'. I love you."
You settled into his arms and managed to reply before sleep took you. "Goodnight Phill, I love you too."
Fin
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Humongous Updates & Absolute Awesomeness! (Super Long Post!)
It has been a hot minute since my last post - there's been a metric ton of stuff going on in my personal and professional life, and there's just been this nonstop barrage of things happening all at once (all good, I swear), so I'm just clocking out of all of that this evening and spending a bit of time checking in with my friends and neighbors here!
Whew, okay, where to begin? Uh, well last we popped into the town forum, Jace and I were prepping for some big stuff over in Hydroelectric City; CreatorCon '22, a live show with a group of fellow podcasters, merch and signings, and all sorts of awesome stuff that we were super excited to hop into. CC22 went off without a hitch - we saw some incredible performances during the nightly sessions, got to meet and greet some of our growing community members, say hello to friends from collabs in the past (and a few upcoming in the future), and even ran into a couple of local friends as well!
We absolutely sold out of our merch - all of it! We planned a limited release specific to CC22 and a lot of newcomers really got into the artwork and embroidery our friends Jeanine and Veronica did for the release. We were able to save some prior to the even for our friends and family here at home, so all of you should have received those by now!
We did take a quick breather from all the eventing to pop in for Sawyer's birthday celebrations and had an absolute blast hanging out with the big guy and the fam! Thanks for having us!
Towards the end of the week we met up for dinner with Carrie Westwood from Run Amok and the Eagle Meets Pine crew again, and were actually offered a network deal with their expansive creator empire, which we were super stoked to accept!
We're running a brief seven episode bi-weekly show starting next week as a test bed for our new ideas with the network, so you can imagine how crazy things have been getting everything in order for then.
As far as personal matters go, Jace and I have so many things in each of our lives respectively, so I don't think I can even to justice to everything by trying to compress it here, but to make several extremely long stories (slightly) shorter, Jace has slowly been working towards a cert in UI/UX Design with Google for the past several months, and is now officially through the program! He is (not so secretly) an extremely bookish person and absolutely loves engaging in new fields of study for the pure fun of it. I'm not sure how in heck he can do it, but he sure can, and this is maybe the third or fourth cert he's gotten in fields totally unrelated to his work or mine in the past few years. He's also been helping out with his parents as they move out of their childhood home into a brand new condo just outside of the downtown area! Both he and his siblings are all around LDP, so shuffling around some of the old furniture and miscellaneous bits and bobs has been pretty easy, it's just been a bit tough coordinating all of their schedules.
In some more huge news, Jace and I are celebrating 6 years together! The reason why we've made this more of a milestone than years 1 and 5 is because this year the date falls on a Friday, exactly like the one I first asked him out on! We were both inseparable best friends for a while (still are!) but I was the one that finally took the plunge on that Friday back in 2016, and the rest in history! It's still a little tough for us to figure out how to plan for the future, but the six years I've spent with my boyfriend have been some of the absolute best of my life and I love him so much! We're going right back to the beginning and doing dinner at Sail's and skating at the rink off the highway, before spending the weekend up North.
I do have a bit of a surprise planned for him, but I think he peruses the forum once in a while, so I won't drop any spoilers quite yet.
Otherwise, things have been going really well at home and in the studio, so I'm just trying to ride this wave and keep on the up and up.
Oh! I almost forgot! Toffee (our adorable lil' Norwegian catto) has been taking well to leash training and has actually been pretty receptive to traversing the quieter trails with Jace and I, and even Cloud (our Samoyed) in tow! How cool is that? Toffee is not the most outdoorsy, but she's a regular natural when it comes to trail hikes, so we're pretty hopeful we can make this a semi-regular fixture in her life!
Okay, that's it for now! Bye-bye!
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Dinosaur Plasters
Pairings: George Karim x fem!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Summary: Years after being forced to say goodbye to your best friend, you join Lockwood & Co and one of the members seems awfully familiar...
Content: childhood friends reunited, emotional goodbye, misunderstandings, small mentions of blood, one instance of mild bad language
A/N: inspired by finding some cute heart print plasters I forgot I bought and immediately deciding George would be the clumsy kid who needs his own personal first aid kit
Word count: 3.6k
Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea
As a child, from almost as soon as you could walk, your mother would take you to the park near your house every week without fail. This was nothing particularly special as most children in the town, situated on the outskirts of London, ended up there at some point in their youth. You were unusual, though - your favourite was not the swings, nor the roundabout, nor the huge wooden climbing frame. In fact, it was not a part of the playground at all. It wasn't even the duck pond. Your favourite part of the whole park was the sprawling patch of woodland at the back of the playground. Only the most inquisitive children dared venture beyond the treeline, and even then many turned quickly back to the safety of daylight when faced with the gloom of the towering, tightly packed branches. Anything could be lurking in the darkness, and all it took was one unfounded rumour of a mysterious figure for it to become almost completely neglected. You didn't believe the stories, and actually thanked them for giving you uninterrupted access to your own personal den: a clearing a little ways further in. The first few times you visited, your mother accompanied you to make sure it was safe, and the two of you had gathered fallen branches to build a makeshift hut which still stood to this day. After that, she was more than happy for you to go alone, especially since there was no risk of you falling foul of any other children.
You were six and a half years old the day it happened. The call of the woods took you from your mother's hand as she veered towards a bench with her book, and you raced excitedly through the trees. The path to your den was second nature by now, and you allowed your attention to flicker to the intense scent of a fresh patch of wild garlic as you wove between the trunks. The edge of the clearing coming into view spurred you onwards. You didn't see the twisted root which had been uncovered by the weekend's storm disturbing the dirt around it. With a yelp you pitched forwards, body following the momentum of your outstretched foot and the other one yanking you back to where it had caught under the obstacle. Thankfully the force of your fall pulled it free, saving you from a sprained ankle, but your outstretched palms skidded roughly across the ground and something sharp and painful dug into your right leg below the hem of your shorts. When you pushed yourself into a sitting position and dusted off your hands, you winced at the droplets of blood forming in a sort of lattice on your grazed knee, a couple having already been left on the rock you'd collided with. This was supposed to be your safe, magical space. This wasn't supposed to happen. Your lower lip trembled as your vision grew blurry.
"Whoa, are you okay?" a small voice asked from behind. Frantically blinking away your tears, you looked up at an equally small and rather owlish boy, haloed against the soft rays filtering through the trees by a mass of black curly hair. In reality, he probably wasn't staring that widely, but the absurd thickness of his glasses magnified his dark, worried eyes to almost comic proportions.
" 'm fine," you sniffled, trying to tame where your hair had fallen out of its pigtails.
The boy moved further into the light, peering anxiously at your knee. Now you could make him out more clearly you could tell he was about your age, dressed in a vibrant orange coat and blue jeans and with the straps of a backpack fastened across his chest. "That looks sore," he frowned, nodding to where the droplets had merged into a thick red pool.
"I think it's not bad underneath, it just stings."
"I can fix it, if you want."
"Like a doctor?"
He nodded enthusiastically, unclipping his backpack and rummaging through the front pocket. "Yep, I'm going to be Doctor Karim when I grow up!"
It sounded so professional that you couldn't help but trust him as he found what he was looking for: a green pouch and from within that a thin white packet. He tore open the packet and pulled out a wipe which he pressed to your knee. It was cold and damp, and gave a biting sensation which made you draw breath in a hiss through your teeth.
"Sorry," the little doctor mumbled. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Oh, I'm going to be an agent." Your Talent had been apparent from the beginning and your mother had been trying to gently prepare you for the inevitable. Perhaps that was why she was comfortable letting you go off into the woods alone - you were quick enough to sense any threats and sensible enough to run from them.
"Whoa," the boy said again, this time drawn out in awe. "Well you're really really brave so you'll be a good agent." He gave you a bright, gap-toothed grin. The sharp pain disappeared from your skin, and he stuffed the now pinkish wipe back into its pack before taking out a large plaster. A hint of bluish colour was visible through the wrapper. That was odd, all the ones you had at home were plain skin tone. He peeled and pressed it to your knee with mastered ease, and you glanced down to see a square covered in blue and green triceratopses.
"Thanks, you're already a very good doctor."
He grimaced, pulling up his sleeve to reveal a slim rectangular plaster of a stegosaurus on his forearm. "I get lots of practice. Mummy says I'm like a baby giraffe."
You giggled, picturing him wobbling about. "We match!"
He helped you to your feet, watching intently how you placed your weight on your injured side. "Yeah, now we can be dinosaur buddies!" He paused, expression growing serious. "Is your mummy or daddy in the park? I can walk back with you."
"My mummy is." Your father wasn't in the picture. You glanced towards the path and thought about heading out of the woods, about your mother taking you home immediately to check over you, of saying goodbye to your new dinosaur buddy and maybe never seeing him again. You turned back into the clearing. "I'm okay, I can stay. Do you want to see my den, Doctor Karim?"
"Yes please!" he grinned. "And my proper name is George."
You took his hand and led him into the hut. "Mine's (name)."
—
Nearly 18 months was spent with you and George at one another's houses on every given opportunity. After emerging from the woods you'd managed to get both your mothers to meet and they got along well enough for regular play dates. Quietly, they were relieved the two of you had finally found a proper friend.
"Mum, can George come round for tea?" you asked one evening, bounding into the kitchen. Your mother was putting the finishing touches on a chicken pie she'd made, face flushed from the heat of the oven and apron covered in flour.
"Sorry love, not tonight. Brian's coming and we're going to have a family chat." Brian was her partner of almost a year. He lived in the Midlands, and came to visit whenever he wasn't working or you two would go up to see him. He was a great guy and you loved how happy he made your mother, but you were still disappointed to be kept away from your best friend.
"Family chat? About what?"
"Patience," she chuckled, "he'll be here soon, it wouldn't be fair to leave him out, would it? Just stick with us on this and then you can go and see George after tea, deal?"
The family chat turned out to be more of an ambush than a chat. Brian had proposed, and you were all going to move to his place up north. Immediately. Your mind was reeling.
What about school? As if the concept didn't exist outside of London.
I thought you wanted me to join one of the big agencies. A weak argument at best; you'd been adamant from the offset that you'd rather join a smaller, more personal operation.
Are you selling the house? Of course she was, otherwise the move would really just be an extended visit.
You were running out of ways to avoid the inevitable. A cold weight settled in your bones as for the first time in your life all the fight left you. You finally voiced it, the words coming out quiet and cracked, "But that means I have to say goodbye to…" You couldn't bring yourself to finish.
Brian glanced over apologetically as your mother laid a gentle hand on your arm. "I know, love, I'm sorry. We'll wash up, you go and talk to him."
You were in tears by the time you reached the Karim household. George's father answered the door, and by the pitying look he gave and the way he invited you in without questioning your emotional state, you knew your mother had already told both his parents.
You trudged up the stairs, every step harder to take than the one before it as they led you closer to the hardest thing you'd had to do in all your eight years. Maybe if you never reached the top, you could pretend it wasn't real, that you'd never have to face such a definitive ending. But that wasn't how it worked, and you steeled yourself as you reached the landing.
George was laid on his bed reading a comic when you nudged his door open. The moment he saw you, he shifted upright and rose to meet you. "What's wrong?"
"Brian proposed to mum."
"Oh." He knew how well you got on with the man. "That's a good thing, isn't it? Why are you sad?"
"Because we're going to move in with him."
"But he lives hours away."
You nodded slowly, resolve crumbling against his confusion. How else were you supposed to break it to him? Tears began to form again, and the sinking realisation dawned across his face. "You're leaving?"
The dam burst, and you collapsed onto his bed with a sob. "This weekend."
He sat down next to you with a sigh, crushed expression all the more apparent when he took his glasses off to wipe them angrily on his T-shirt. "It's not fair!" His anger subsided. "I don't want you to go."
"Me neither." You scanned the room, taking in the stacks of books, the cartoon posters on the wall, the half-drunk glass of orange juice on the side table. Looking everywhere but at him. It was the only way to stop it from hurting.
"It'll be okay. You can come and visit whenever you want, we can have a sleepover. Mum and dad say my big brother can't have a girl stay in his room, but you can stay in here if I ask nicely." He was trying so hard to be optimistic, you couldn't bear to tell him otherwise. It would be easier for him if he thought you were coming back. It would be easier for you if you could pretend he was right. You nodded shakily, wiping your eyes as you held your arms out. He buried himself in your shoulder, and you clung to him as though you could give him a lifetime's worth of hugs in one go. When you let go, you quickly stood and moved to the door before he could react to follow. You turned back with an unconvincing smile.
"Bye bye, George. See you soon."
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London was just as busy as you remembered it. You hadn't been back even once since you left but now, stepping onto the bustling platform, it felt like only yesterday. But it wasn't. It had been many years, enough for you to grow up, join an agency and become a fully trained agent. Oh, if only George could see you now.
You'd thought of your best friend a lot since you parted ways. There had been other friends in that time, sure, but none you connected with as well as him. A small part of you wondered if he was still in the city, if you'd find him again by chance or by design.
A taxi took you from the train station to Portland Row. Word of the famous, or infamous, Lockwood & Co had spread throughout the country and you knew as soon as you read about the odd little agency, spearheaded by its namesake and the incredibly talented Lucy Carlyle, that it was where you wanted to work. Small enough to be what you'd always planned on, but big enough to give you the right opportunities. You'd written to Mr Anthony Lockwood and he'd invited you for a sort of interview. With the sun beaming down, you crossed the iron line and knocked confidently on the door. A shuffling sound preceded the clicking of the lock, and as the person inside revealed themself your breath caught in your throat.
Before you stood your childhood all grown up. Light brown skin, unruly black curls, dark eyes shining behind much thinner glasses, orange checked shirt. George. You faltered. This was too good to be true. It couldn't be true. Could it?
The boy peered at you curiously, and the hopeful part of your brain almost convinced you there was a spark of recognition in his eyes. Oh my god, it's you. I can't believe you found me. I never stopped thinking about y-
"Can I help you? Miss…?"
You snapped back to reality. He was still peering at you. "Oh, um, (last name)." His expression dropped a little, and your heart sank. He didn't recognise you after all; it wasn't him. It had been so long, it didn't occur to you that the name you gave, which you and your mother took from Brian after the wedding, wasn't the one George had known you by.
"You're here for the interview. Come in."
The boy led you into a cosy sitting room, where people you recognised as Lockwood and Carlyle were deep in discussion. They looked up when you entered and smiled.
"Ah, Miss (last name), welcome," Lockwood gestured to one of the sofas for you to sit. "Thank you for coming, it's an honour to have our agency so in demand. I believe you mentioned in your letter that you've heard of my associate? Lucy, meet (name)." The girl, Lucy, gave a friendly wave, which you returned. The other boy had disappeared, and you fought the urge to look for him. It would be weird, he wasn't your friend, he was a total stranger. That total stranger, as if summoned by your thoughts alone, returned with a tray of tea and handed you a cup. "And of course," Lockwood continued, "you've just met George." You almost choked on your tea. It wasn't possible. Of course it was, George was a common enough name. But to look so much like your George? Still, he hadn't recognised you. He'd forgotten all about you. Or perhaps he was choosing not to acknowledge you, that was how much it had hurt him when you left. How could you possibly say anything to remind him of that pain now?
—
Those first few days at Lockwood & Co were the most beautiful torture. You grew more certain by the minute that the boy who met you at the door was your George as the memories of his little quirks and habits came flooding back. The way he wiped his glasses when he was annoyed. How he couldn't always make a 'th' sound. His slightly messy handwriting. But it had also been so many years that things had changed, just enough that you couldn't be absolutely certain it was him. It wasn't like you could ask, either. You'd ruled out talking to him about it that first day, but you hardly thought you could approach your new colleagues and ask "is it possible that the boy currently roasting a skull in a jar is my long-lost childhood best friend who doesn't seem to remember me or care that I'm back?" All you could do was be grateful that you had him, or at least a semblance of him, back in your life.
You were on your way up to the attic room you shared with Lucy when a loud banging ahead made you pause. Tiptoeing onto the landing, you found the source of the racket: George, in only an oversized T-shirt, pounding on the bathroom door and drowning out the roar of running water within.
"Come on, Lockwood!" he yelled, slumping his forehead against the door with a thud. Your George had done that once when you locked him out of your room. He'd taken the last piece of cake from the kitchen and you'd stormed off in a sulk until he headbutted your door enough for you to let him in, where he promptly presented it to you because he'd taken it to share.
The water continued.
"Anthony John Lockwood, stop hogging the shower or so help me god!"
The water continued.
Glowering, George stormed past you and down the stairs. You began to follow, intrigued by what he had planned. Seconds later, you heard the squeak of the kitchen tap, and seconds after that a shrill yelp came from the bathroom.
"You're a bloody dick, George Casper Karim!"
Oh god. It was him.
Butterflies exploded in your stomach and fireworks in your chest as you raced down the stairs to the kitchen. George was nowhere to be seen, but a stack of papers had appeared where he normally sat at the table. You moved closer. On top was a brochure about Fittes. You pushed it aside to find CV templates, an article about one Quill Kipps, a news clipping about Marissa and Penelope Fittes, a stapled sheaf entitled "application form". You slumped into the nearest chair in disbelief. You'd finally got confirmation that a miracle had occurred and brought your best friend back into your life, and he was preparing to leave it all over again. This must have been how he felt. It was unbearable. Not much wonder he was acting like he never knew you if this was what you'd done to him.
"Whoa, are you okay?" that oh so familiar voice came from the entrance to the basement. George was at your side in seconds, one hand on your back and the other clutching worriedly at your arm as you tried to suck in enough breath to fill the hole in your chest.
"It's nothing," you lied.
"It doesn't seem like nothing. Did something happen? Are you hurt?" He traced down your arm to your hand, feeling for a cut or bump.
Every feeling you'd been holding back finally burst free in a helpless cry. "You're leaving! I just got you back and now I'm going to lose you all over again! I can't believe I put you through this, it hurts so much and not in a way that Doctor Karim can fix."
The hand in yours stilled and he took a sharp, juddering gasp. You turned nervously, terrified of how he might be looking at you. The face you found, incredibly close, was soft with amazement and as close to crying as your own.
"It's really you," he whispered.
You squeezed his hand, your lungs slowing with relief. "I didn't think you recognised me, or didn't want to remember."
His hand stayed in yours, and the other wiped away your tear. The brimming of his own tears had fogged up the bottom of his glasses. "Why wouldn't I want to remember you? You meant… mean everything to me, and when I heard your name I hoped it was you, always knew you'd make a great agent, but then your surname was different and you didn't seem to know me so I started doubting myself."
"Sorry," you mumbled. "We took Brian's name."
George chuckled lightly. "And, what, you figured I was mad at you for leaving and that's why I didn't say anything? (Name), I know it wasn’t your choice, and even if it was I'm not going to risk you walking away, I can't lose you again." His thumb rubbed tenderly across your cheek, but you averted your gaze to the documents on the table.
"But you were planning to leave."
He followed your gaze. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I've had these forever, I just put them out when Lockwood's winding me up. Drives him up the wall to think I might quit."
"I know the feeling."
He laughed, then suddenly jumped up and ran out of the room with only a "wait there" shouted back over his shoulder. You frowned, puzzled. Moments later he returned, shoving the papers to the other side of the Thinking Cloth and replacing them with a thin off-white rectangle tinged with blue. A dinosaur plaster.
"It's stupid, but I've been saving this ever since you left. No more hurt, right?"
You picked up the plaster with a smile and pulled him into a hug that you thought you'd never let go from. He pressed a quick kiss into your hair as he leant in.
"Not unless you're there to patch me up, dinosaur buddy."
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lena my most beloved 🥰 32, 22 or 3 for the drabble ask and of course you know the ship ❤️💙
i gave you three so you can do whichever you’re vibing with most 🫶🏼
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
"I need to tell you something, Katara. I've been trying to work up the courage to say this for months now, but then I take one look at you and forget all thoughts, and then you laugh and I forget even more thoughts, so then I'm at negative thoughts—"
Zuko sighed and stared at the kind eyes before him. Well, they looked kind, but maybe those beady eyes were laughing at him. "That was awful," he muttered to the turtle duck in his hands. "Honesty is good, but maybe not too much honesty."
He held the turtle duck out over the little pond as he sat up straighter, squaring his shoulders to try again. "Katara, I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."
He relaxed slightly, lowering his voice to whisper to the turtle duck. "Short and to the point, yeah? What do you think, you're a turtle duck, you'd know—"
"I'm no turtle duck, so not an expert on these things, but I don't think you should be terrified," said a familiar, feminine voice behind him.
Zuko started, the sudden movement jostling the turtle duck, which quacked loudly in displeasure before it dove off his hands and into the pond.
Zuko turned slowly toward the ambassador whom he had accidentally fallen in love with, who was a vision in blue silk, and who had apparently been behind him for some time. Zuko wondered how long it would take for him to drown in the turtle duck pond if he jumped in now. He opened his mouth to say something to her, perhaps a request to drown him herself, but she beat him to it.
"I'm not terrified. Nervous of course. But not terrified," she said, smiling softly down at him. "So you shouldn't be either." And she reached for his hand.
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CHATEAU ROLLS ROYCE
The castle domain was created in the late 18th century. The wealthy notary A.S. started construction of the castle in 1780, originally consisting of a classicist main building, which was symmetrically flanked at the front by two lower, 19th-century side wings and several outbuildings, including a beautiful and almost unique winter garden.
After the death of the notary, the property passed into the hands of his only son, who gave it significant added value by creating an English landscape garden. The surrounding park includes a pond with island and historic duck decoy, beautiful old woodland and a former ice house. When the son also died, the castle remained empty for a while. In 1831, the castle briefly served as the command post of Leopold I, first king of Belgium.
In 1859 the whole was sold to a baron, who used it as a summer residence. In 1909, a wealthy Antwerp banker buys the castle. He builds the two towers that flank the castle. The castle remained in the hands of this family until the mid-1950s. Today, the castle and park are owned by the Luxembourg real estate company, which wants to start a hotel there in the future.
In the urbex scene, this chateau was known as 'Chateau Rolls Royce', for many years, because of the beautiful blue Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. Rolls Royce built the Silver Shadow between 1965 and 1979. At the time, it was the most expensive and luxurious model introduced by Rolls Royce. This particular car was built in 1975 and was first registered in January 1976, as one of the last variants of the model. The colossus, weighing more than two tons, was more than 5 meters long, 1.80 meters wide and had a cylinder capacity of 6,750 CC. It reached a top speed of 205 km/h without much effort.
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Omg can I ask for a number 13 prompt with sladick and Slade sees Dick holding a baby and loses it (genuinely felt like I’m saying an McDonald’s order here I’m so sorry 💀)
But thank you so much for being so dedicated with your writing!!
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A Sladick 13 with side order of Dick holding a baby, coming up!
(I love you anon thank you)
13. "I adore you" - Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson
Every Tuesday and Friday it's likely to see Dick strolling around the park with two cooing bundles strapped to his chest and back.
It's a boy and a girl, the former with soft black hair and the latter with curly reds, and they appear to be the twin children of one of Grayson's little friends, even if Slade has had the creeping suspicion that they could be Grayson's and that alien chick's. Or that other Batchick's, also a redhead. The kid really seems to like redheads.
Anyway no, they're not his, he's just babysitting. Which doesn't mean he won't coo to the little bundles and play with them like he was a devoted father. He sits them up on a blanket spread out on the grass and reads to them out loud, or gets as close as possible to ducks and squirrels to hear their delighted squeaks.
Sometimes there's that other little bird with him, sometimes the demon child, sometimes one of his other little friends, but most of the times Dick is alone with the kids.
Slade would know since he tends to be around often as of lately. The first time it happened by accident, then it kept happening and Slade won't lie to himself and say that he just casually keeps going to the same park on the same days as Dick does.
Then one day Slade gets a call which keeps him distracted a moment too long, because when he looks back in Grayson's direction, he realizes the kid is looking straight at him from across a small pond, and despite Slade is tempted to duck behind a family of seven and their platoon of strollers, he pockets the phone and greets him with a casual gesture.
Dick quickly gets to him, his expression questioning even if he looks and walks easy and relaxed. Of course, were he to grew tense he would upset the little things.
«What are you doing here, Slade...?» He asks while the curious brown eyes of the girl peer at him from her spot on Dick's back. The boy yawns instead, uninterested.
«I should have met up with someone.» He lies casually, fixing his sunglasses. A man with an eyepatch attracts attention so he prefers to ditch it when he follows Grayson to the park on Tuesday and Friday. «I was stood up. You?» He asks, smiling vaguely and pretending he didn't even notice the children to which Dick eloquently gestures.
«Taking care of a couple of friends' offspring.» Dick smiles and takes the boy's hand, moving it as if in a wave. «Say hello to the big scary man, Jai.» The boy yawns again and Dick leans down to kiss his little head, smiling in a way which has Slade stare from behind the cover of his sunglasses, his heartbeat unreasonably quickening. «My next stop is the ice cream parlor, I believe I deserve a little treat. You can come with if you think you also deserve a little treat.»
They go buy ice cream and Dick insists for Slade to hold the little girl as they sit on a bench. Irey seems really interested in his tie for a while, but soon after she's soundly sleeping on his thigh while Slade easily holds her with one arm.
«Are you staying in town for long?» Dick asks casually, seeming lost in his ice cream and in watching as people come and go from the parlor. «I mean, huh. I know you don't like Chicago, I don't like it much either. But I have a job here...» He lowers his voice. «As Nightwing. It's kind of a big thing, and... I'm not asking for your help, by the way. Just, if you're here during the day, we might... meet up sometimes. For an ice cream. Like this I mean.»
Slade just looks at him and offers a smile. He reaches up and fixes a wild lock of hair behind Dick's ear, and it isn't lost to him how the kid blinks and a vague flush creeps up on his cheeks.
I adore you, Slade thinks, but doesn't say it because he doesn't want to agitate him and wake up the children. However it has to be evident on his smile and in the way his touch linger on Dick's cheek, because Dick looks down and stuffs his face into his ice cream, blushing more.
«I'll be staying in Chicago for a few days. I have a job here too.» Slade lies casually again. He's been in town for a while now, enough to know about Grayson's routine, the names of the kids, who are their parents. That's another thing he won't say out loud though. «I'll come pick you up tonight at eight. If you like that.»
Dick smiles in a way that completely fills his eyes with light, mindlessly petting Jai's little head, and again Slade's heart beats fast. He quietly rolls eyes up at himself.
«Yes, I'd really like that.»
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Jai and Irey West are actually Wally and Linda's twin children! They got lost in the Dark Multiverse though, or some bs like that because N52.
Thank you for the prompt anon ♥ I choked on my pizza when I read this ask lmao I love you.
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When darkness needs light (Reader x General Kirigan)
Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernameis, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07
Summary: Reader has the power to destroy the darkling which makes him pretend he likes her to grow closer on his ambitions of claiming your powers for himself. After a while, he finds himself falling for you. One day you overhear him speak with a friend about taking your powers and ending your life. Upset and frightened, you take a run for it. Only to be discovered by Kirigan as your hiding spot wasn’t that great. Forced by him, you confront him about his doings. He won’t deny it, yet he has something else to say that might shock you.
“I’ll make her mine.” – General Kirigan spoke, bend over a map. His eyes darkening at the thought. – “Her power shall be mine.” – The Grisha behind him startled as his fist came down hard on the table. His fist landing on Ravka.
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“Y/n Y/l/n.” – you turned your head when he approached. His expression unreadable yet fierce. He took your hand, bringing it to his lips. A gentle peck left on your hand. – “General Kirigan.” – you answered as he dropped your hand. – “Welcome to the little palace.” – he curled a smile up. – “I hope your stay will be pleasant.” – he addressed in a polite manner. – “I must say I was not prepared to travel here.” – you told him.
“You are Grisha are you not?” – he rhetorically asked, offering you his arm. You took it, humming loudly. – “Then this is your place miss Y/l/n.” – the doors opened as he led you out into the corridors. Grisha of various kind walking around, heading for their destination. Some of the Grisha turning their heads in your direction. Curious as to who the new face was. To see who was walking with General Kirigan. – “Do not worry.” – he spoke noticing how unwary you were off the others.
You were after all the odd duck on the pond. – “You are a powerful Grisha… one of a kind.” – he spoke staring with a certain hunger in his eyes at you. His lips hinting the smallest curl of a smirk. – “They would not dare to come close.” – his expression were not yet clear to you. Slowly nodded, he continued to accompany you to your chambers. He opened the door for you as you went in. – “If there is anything you need, simply ask.” – he said. – “You are too kind General.” – you replied with a curtsy. Kirigan forced a polite chuckle. He shut the door in front of him, his expression faltering into something cold. It would only be a matter of time until he has a hold of your powers. Powers that could end him.
Wanting to get some fresh air, were you making your way outside. Walking away from the training grounds. You found yourself stumbling upon an old fountain. Overgrown with dry plants, the pit blank. Wanting to see a bit more of the fountain, you started pulling at the dry plants to clear the way. Throwing the pulled content down on the ground. – “What are you doing?” – you suddenly heard, making you stop. Turning around you were startled by General Kirigan.
His expression blank. – “I…I… didn’t mean to overstep. I simply wanted to see more… forgive me.” – you spoke quickly. General Kirigan let his eyes go up and down on you. Mystery running his brain. – “It is dead.” – he pointed out, unable to hide the slightest hint of annoyance towards you. – “There is still life in death.” – you answered with a faint smile. The general furrowed his brows. You held your finger up for him to wait and see. Kirigan tensed his jaw, hardening his expression at whatever foolishness you were going to do. You performed a set of finger movements as Kirigan’s eyes widened.
A warm sunlight emerged from the palm of your hand. You lowered it to the dried out plants and roots wanting to bring life to them when you were being put to a stop. Kirigan’s hand tightly around your wrist. – “Don’t!” – he insisted. A darkness falling over his face. His expression made you gasp, pulling your hand out of his grip. Your powers faded out in the blink of an eye. He tried to form a smile, but it was almost clear he was putting on a mask. – “Forgive me.” – you blurted out, running past him to get out of here. Kirigan looked over his shoulder, no longer smiling. You had the power to destroy them, under no circumstance could he allow you to use them.
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Many heads turned when you entered. Radiant and bright like the brightest star. Smiling politely, you remained humble about yourself. The Grisha that held the power of light and life. The exact opposite of what the fold holds. Feeling a bit exposed in the light dress you were wearing. Your gaze fell upon General Kirigan in the crowd. Something different in his eyes and expression.
Bestowing his gaze upon you in all his glory. Moving his hands slightly to his waist, he inhaled deep. You wanted to make your way over to him to greet when a person blocked your way. – “Miss Y/l/n.” – he spoke, a Grisha wearing a red uniform. You showed him your smile, not letting show you actually weren’t interested in a conversation. – “May I just say, I admire you much.” – he spoke. – “You are as radiant and beautiful as the whispers have spoken.” – He bend down to kiss your hand, suddenly pushed aside.
Stumbling and tripping over his own feet. General Kirigan standing in his place. – “Keep your flattery to yourself.” – he mumbled, glaring at the man. He offered you his hand as you took it. Cleary, he had been bothered with him otherwise he wouldn’t have intervened. He guided you away. Keeping you close to him by all means for the entire gathering revolving around you. Wherever you went was he. Always watching and guarding.
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In search for General Kirigan you searched the familiar places he would normally be. When he wasn’t there, went you to his quarters. Knocking gently on the doors. – “Kirigan?” – you called out, opening the door. At first glance it was deserted making you enter more. – “Kirigan are you in here?” – you asked looking curious around. It was the first time you ventured into his quarters. Finding it intriguing what you all could find. You wandered to the grand table piece in the center.
A map scattered over it. Dropping your finger on the fold, you let it slide down the length of it. Knowing how much it had caused. Your attention fell upon a painting, making you head over to it. Tilting your head a bit to the side, you observed it closely. Hearing muffled voices in the hallway drawing in closer made you panic. Looking frantically around of what you might do. Seeing a hiding place, you rushed over to it, hiding behind it. Crouching just in time as the door opened.
Immediately you recognized General Kirigan’s voice and someone else’s. The door closed as you were trapped with them inside. From your hiding place, you had little view of what they were doing. Kirigan bend over the map. The other person on the other side, opposite from him. – “It won’t be long now.” – Kirigan spoke, smirking at the map. – “What about the girl?” – his companion spoke. Your eyes widened, intrigued by the conversation you were eavesdropping on. Kirigan moved his head up. – “How much longer are you going to dread this on?” – his friend spoke.
Kirigan removed his hands from the table, straightening his posture. – “Do you question my ambitions?” – he questioned a shadow creeping up on him. Darkening the room a bit. – “All is set in motion for me to take her powers and join them with mine.” – he answered loudly. – “There will be no more of Y/n Y/l/n, and I shall have become more powerful than ever!” – he expressed. You had to cover your mouth quickly to deafen out your gasp. Eyes wide with fear and shock at his words.
General Kirigan intends to steal your powers and end your life. Lip trembling, your eyes started to fill with tears. Finally you saw the true face of the General. The power-seeking villain that he is. You couldn’t stay here and didn’t want to stay here. Shuffling from your hiding place, you wanted out. You didn’t want to hear more about how he would abuse you and manipulate you into giving up your powers. Or simply sucking them out you, giving you the kill of mercy afterwards.
Staying as silent as you could, you were shuffling crouched towards the door. Still in hiding behind several items. Your toe hit something hard as it clattered to the ground. Biting down your hand, you hoped he hadn’t heard that. – “Who’s there!” – General Kirigan called out loudly. Breathing out in shivers, you could sense him drawing closer. There was only one option for you and that was to take the highway. Getting up, you ran towards the door. Your sudden appearance startling the darkling as you ran past in a haze.
Realizing it was you, he went after you. You ran, ran for your life, knowing for sure he’d get rid of you now. He surely must have seen you. Nothing would stop him now from taking your powers for himself. Get rid of the only source of power capable of ending him. Looking over your shoulder quick, he was in hot pursuit. A fierceness in his eyes as the corridor turned darker with his presence. Turning more greyish as if all the light was slowly getting sucked out.
Panicking and crying, you needed to get out of here. If he got his hands on you it would be over. You rushed into a study, fidgeting to turn the look. Hands too much trembling to get the job done under the pressure of fear. You screamed when the door got slammed hard against you. General Kirigan pushing his way through. You moved back as far away from him as you could. – “Don’t come any closer!” – you threatened hand in the ready. Kirigan seemed unimpressed, approaching you anyways. – “Look at me Y/n.” – he said forceful.
Turning your head away, you avoided eye contact. You kept backing away, trying to see how you could possibly go around him without being grabbed. – “Y/n.” – he spoke coming nearer. There was no way out as he cornered you. Hands pressed near your head, his eyes staring intensely down at you. – “Look at me.” – he asked since you were still avoiding his gaze. – “Is power all that matters to you?” – you called out.
Your words losing a bit of it’s power without your fierce gaze. A gaze that for sure would shake him to his core. – “Is that why you brought me here, befriended me so it would be easier for you to take my powers and kill me!” – you spitted out, directing your gaze to him. He didn’t move a muscle at the angering look you gave him. – “Yes!” – he answered. – “That was indeed what I intended.”
You felt your lip tremble once more. Hurt by the shocking truth. You don’t know why, perhaps a part of you wanted him to lie. To tell you that wasn’t the cause, even when it was. You wanted him to lie to ease your beating heart. – “You have the power to end my existence Y/n.” – he spoke moving his head closer. Intimidating. – “All that mattered to me were your powers and how I could obtain them for myself.” – heartbroken, you turned your head away.
Kirigan moving your head back by your chin. Wanting you to look at him. – “All that has changed.” – he spoke softening his voice. – “I no longer love your powers… I love you…all of you.” – he confessed. You felt like losing your mind. Not seeing wrong from right. – “Not a moment ago you proclaimed so eagerly how you’d kill me; do you truly believe me to be that foolish?” – you replied, giving him a push. – “I lied.” – he spoke, cupping your cheeks. – “Liar.” – you answered, shaking your head.
Kirigan kept drawing nearer as you refused. Shaking your head in protest. – “Yet I did.” – he breathed out, steadying your face in his grip. Eyes wide he forced his lips onto yours. Kissing you deeply as you were still trembling on your knees from fear. Not knowing for sure if he still wanted to end your life or not. Tilting your head a bit more, you answered his kiss as a tear rolled down your cheek. No matter what, you couldn’t deny the language of your heart.
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