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likeabulldigidigibombombombom · 5 months

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You’re so easy to read (Bang Chan x Fem!AFAB!reader)

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!AFAB!reader

Trope/Genre: Childhood friends to lovers, smut, slight fluff

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Protected sex (because these bitches are being safe today), cookies are NOT more important than safety! Be safe! Some awkwardness in the smut

Bangchan is not an idol in this fic. Reader and Bangchan are in University.

1,589 words (Idrk I'm bad at math)

Summary: Chan, who was your childhood best friend, moved away when he was 15. Plot twist! You two are accidental neighbors and he turns up to say hi. You talk for a bit. Stuff happens.

One sunny day, about 14 years ago, you were swinging on some playground swings. Another kid who looked 5 years old came up to you, holding out an ice-block. “Here!” He said, smiling brightly. “I have an extra and I’m not very hungry.” You took it and unwrapped the desert. “Thank you!” You smiled at him and asked, “What’s your name?”.

The two of you were an inseparable duo. You would do everything together. The teachers would sigh every year because you would end up in the same class, causing some extreme form of chaos. When you were in year 7, you two nearly burnt down the entire school because you pushed him a little too hard and he knocked over a bunsen burner. You both got suspended.

The only class that you would relax in was music. Something that both of you enjoyed and participated enthusiastically in. He was way better at it than you, but you never cared.

When you reached the age of 14, you developed a crush on him. You never acted on it out of fear of ruining your friendship. The year after that, Chan had to break the news to you that he was moving. It was to a city that was a whole flight away. After sharing a tearful goodbye and living four more years of your life, you never forgot about him. You may have lost his contact information after a year of not seeing him, but you never lost the memories, the laughter, and the feelings.

You had gone to a University far from home because you wanted to get away from some bad relationships that you had with people who lived close to your old home. You saved up money to get a dorm on campus with no roommates. It took a lot of hard work, but it paid off. You had just finished unloading all of your belongings when you heard a knock at the door.

You peeped through the keyhole and saw that it was a man holding cookies. Cookies are always more important than safety so you opened the door. “Uh, hi! My name is Chan and I live next door. I was wondering if you wanted some cookies?”

You looked at the familiar man. “Do I know you?” His eyes widened slightly. “Do I know you? Wait, what’s your name?” “Y/N. Nice to see you again Christopher.” You knew it annoyed him when you called him his full English name, but currently, he didn’t care. “Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in so long! How is everything going?” You suddenly remembered that he was standing in the hallway with a plate of cookies in his hand. “Do you want to come in?” “Sure!” He put the cookies down on your coffee table and hugged you before you both sat on the couch.

“So,” You shifted awkwardly in your seat trying to think of something to say. “Do you remember when we almost poisoned your Mum?” He laughed. “Oh my god! Yeah!” When you were both 10 years old, Chan’s mum asked you to bake a cake. She had poured all of the ingredients into measuring cups, and you two didn’t realise that she had poured the milk into a measuring cup as well. As you two searched high and low for milk, Chan found a bottle of bleach that he poured into the mixing bowl. Just before you were about to take a bite, Chan’s mum found the measuring cup that was still full of milk sitting on the kitchen bench. She asked where the milk was that you used and Chan pointed to the bleach.

“That wasn’t even the worst thing that we did!” He said. “We were such gremlins.” You stated. “That's for sure. I remember that when we were 14, you started acting really weird around me. I was so confused.” You felt your face heat up as you recalled the feelings for him that developed around that time. “Yeah, I can't even remember why.” You picked up a cookie and started eating it. “You look like you know.” “What do you mean by that?” “Well,” He leaned over to look closer at your face. “You’re blushing, and you don’t do that very often. You’re also avoiding eye contact, which you only do with people that you don't know, or when you’re lying.” Your face was burning at this point. You didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I think you do. You’re so easy to read. It’s cute.” The tips of his ears slowly turned red. “Now, can you please tell me why you were so awkward around me?” Butterflies began to flutter around your stomach. “I want to, but I also don’t.” You joked. “Come on, please” He wined. “I won't bite.” You sighed and spoke.

“I had a crush on you. A huge one.” He laughed. You cringed at what you had said, thinking that he thought it was stupid. “Oh, that! I already knew!” Your eyes widened. “What?” “Like I said before, you’re so easy to read.” “What are you? A psych major?” “No, a music major, pun not intended” “Your still jokes suck, they always have.” “And you’re still too scared to share your feelings.” There was silence. No one knew what to say. Chan spoke up.

“I bet I can guess what you’re thinking.” “Try me.” “Hmm… I think that you’re thinking about how embarrassing this all is, and how I'm making it worse by being a little shit.” “At least you’re self-aware.” “I can also tell that you still like me.” Your face turned crimson. “What do you mean?” You gave him an unconvincing innocent look. “Stop.” “Okay fine. Yes, I still like you.” “Good.” “Good?” “That means I can do this.”

He pressed his lips against yours. His lips were soft and his kisses were gentle. He wrapped his arms around you. The smell of his cologne was dizzying. His lips moved down to your neck as he trailed his way down to your collar. “Is this fine?” He asked, hesitating before taking off his shirt. You nodded as he lifted his shirt off, revealing his toned abs. The sight made chills run down your spine. “I thought you were blushing a lot before, but now…” He trailed off as your eyes met his.

He continued kissing you, but he was rougher this time. Your lips parted slightly, giving him room to slide his tongue in. You took off your shirt and he unclipped your bra and placed it on the floor. As you undid the fly of your jeans, he pulled out a condom from his pocket and placed it beside you. “You’re so beautiful.” He said while taking off his pants. “I’ve always thought that about you.” “So have I. You’re absolutely breathtaking.” His face turned bright red. “Okay I wasn't expecting compliments today, just give me a moment.” “How can you not expect compliments when you look like this?!” He was completely naked, standing in front of you. He hid his face in his hands. “Can we please get this over with before I die of embarrassment?” “Aw, you’re so cute.”

He kissed you again as his hand trailed down to your thighs. “Are you sure this is okay? Because I’m so hard, I seriously need to fuck you right now.” “It’s okay.” You squeezed his hand before his tongue rolled over your clit. You let out a sharp moan. He started stroking his dick while his tongue was deep inside of you. “Hey, Chan?” He looked up at you with wide eyes. He looked so pretty, the sight made your stomach do backflips.

“Could you maybe, uh, replace your tongue with your dick.” He laughed. “What the fuck was that delivery!?” “How was I meant to say it?” “I don’t know, maybe something a little more poetic.” He unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. “Bang Chan sire, may you please place thine penis into my vagina?” He cackled. “I don’t even care anymore I just wanna be inside you.”

He thrusts into you with a grunt as you moan in pleasure. Your hips bucked as his pace slowly built, his dick was hitting your g-spot perfectly. He placed kisses around your breasts and stomach and moved up to suck on your neck. A singular soft kiss on your lips sent you over the edge. You let out a whine as you climaxed. Your walls clenched around Chan which caused him to whimper loudly and cum. You and Chan were both gasping for breath as he carefully pulled out of you.

“You are so pretty,” He continued, collapsing next to you. “And cute, and stunning, and perfect.” “And you are beautiful, and also all of those other words that you said.” He sat up. “Where are your cups? I’ll go get you some water.” “They’re on the top shelf in the kitchen, I can also show you where the towels are so you can shower.”

After you had both showered and cleaned up, you sat cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. “When I imagined meeting you again,” You began. “I never thought it would be like this.” He nodded. “I honestly hoped it would be like this.” “You’re such a simp.” “I’m your simp.” You rolled your eyes and tried hiding your smile underneath your hand.

“I can tell you’re smiling.” “What do you mean?” “You’re so easy to read.”

Author note: This is the first smut that I've ever written, so like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics like this one <3

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gremlin-bot · 1 year

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Growth of Trial and Error

So, I lied about this being put on the back burner apparently. It feels so good to post this after working on it for like two months. I hope y'all enjoy this 5 + 1 fic that was bate read by the wonderful @half-dead-ham !!! This fic also connects my other fics in my 'Petals and Arrays of The Dead and Those Yet To Be' series.

AO3 Link: here

—------ 1

Danny and Tim have been dating for a little over a month and a half. In that time they have tried to have a date night once every week… It ends up once every two weeks with random visits for a cuddle date. Danny blames the Observants and Gotham rogues for being bitches. There's only so many times that the restaurant they have reservations at somehow gets hit in an attack before they just give up on restaurants all together.

This is one of those cuddle dates. Danny was laying with his eyes closed on Tim's couch with a star pattern blanket wrapped around him. He's waiting for Tim to get back to back with popcorn so they can watch the Knives Out movies. Why would Tim want to watch murder mysteries when he literally helps solve crime as his nightly activities Danny would never get, that being said he had no room to talk. He himself often fights ghosts for fun now. It's good stress relief from royal duties.

Speaking of royal duties, Danny was sick of paperwork and meetings. Being Ghost King was one almost useless meeting after another with even more useless paperwork to go with each one. He swears, if the Observants ask for another meeting about making more court trials he will find a way to revive them from never being alive and end them himself. All that doesn't matter at the moment because he has a tired boyfriend to cuddle, once he stops taking so long in the kitchen.

Danny opens his eyes to see Tim with a small loving smile on his face. One that Danny can't help but return.

"Aww, it's almost like you got flowers in your lungs for me again!" Danny teases

"Hey! You have no room to talk, Mr. Blood Blossoms!" Tim's blush only gets worse with Danny's light laughter.

"Yeah, yeah and I'll never live that down." Tim rolls his eyes at the pun. Why did he have to bring another person who likes puns into his life, wasn't Dick enough? Danny lifts one side of the blanket.

"Come on sweetheart, get in here." Now how can Tim say no to that? He sets down the popcorn and the veggie tray Bruce insisted they have. Tim dives into Danny and settles in for a good old murder mystery.

They get half way through the first movie when things go wrong.

"God these guys are assholes, you'd think that after hearing one person getting excluded they would worry about the possibility of it happening to themselves!" Danny says, grabbing a handful of popcorn from its bowl.

"I hate that I've met people like this at galas." Tim groans.

"I hope they crash and burn. Marta deserves the inheritance at this point." Danny ends his point by popping pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

As the scene on screen changes, so does the one in Tim's living room. Danny really can't have a nice day off.

A ripping sound is hard over the cacophony of the TV. A portal to the Infinite Realms appears next to it, effectively ruining their cuddle date night. As the Observant floats out into the living room, Danny can't help but feel like he is forgetting something.

…Oh, oh no.

Danny realized what he forgot to tell Tim.

He is the ghost king and Tim has no fucking clue.

Oh Ancients, Tim is going to kill him a second time. That's a future Danny problem, present Danny has to handle an Observant with an uninformed vigilante boyfriend laying on top of him.

Tim has yet to move as he is in his civvies but Danny can feel him tensing. In an attempt at comfort and making sure Tim stays in place, Danny squeezes Tim to his chest and lets out soft rumbling from his core. A signal to the other that everything will be okay, he still doesn't relax.

The Observant was impatiently waiting for Danny's acknowledgement. It doesn't wait long, not because Danny answered but because it ran out of the little bit of patience it had in the first place. The mutual disdain the Observants and Danny hold for each other is great, but Danny will always commit more than the Observants. So yes, Danny could make this easier for himself and Tim, but no. He has principals!

"King Phantom, us Observants wish to schedule a meeting with you regarding the court-'' the eyeball in a sad imagination of jello didn't get to finish its request. It got cut off by Danny's sigh.

"If it's about the same thing as before, no. As stated in the Court Acts section 12a, you can't give out Court hearings without proper approval by an Ancient and myself. Nor can a trial proceed without a pre-approved Ancient or ghost of similar position from outside the Observant branch." Danny's blank stare fixed itself on the unwanted goo encased eyeball, daring it to rebuttal.

"Yes, of course King Phantom. I will tell the others." The Observant grits out. Its goo flesh scrunching in a poor imitation of a disgruntled face. It rips open a portal to the Infinite Realms and leaves without further pestering.

Danny lifts his arm. He can hear Tim's mind trying to piece together what happened.

"Hey, Tim? Beloved? Are you good?" Danny is starting to think that this might have broken his boyfriend. It's been a good 30 seconds since The Observant left and Tim hasn't moved. Maybe he's rebooting? As Danny is pondering the mental state of the man he's supposed to be cuddling, said man decided to roll off of him landing in a crouch.

Tim looks Danny in the eyes and says with all his heart, "What the fuck, Danny?!"

Oh Danny might be a little fucked.

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Tim is going to kill and revive his boyfriend for a second time, if he doesn't explain right now.

"So, I may have forgotten to tell you something important." Danny placates.

"Oh! What gave it away? The probable high powered ghost that portaled into my living room and broke the TV in the middle of our date, or the fact you responded to them with higher authority!" Tim's sass is amplified by the TV blinking to life and giving a static scream.

Danny breathes in through clenched teeth, face slightly scrunched. It was adorable, making it hard for Tim to stay upset. "I'm sorry Tim. I didn't mean to keep anything from you, I just forgot you didn't know already and I just don't talk about it by default. You know I'm not used to not being around my parents and they don't know about any of-"

"Danny, hun, you're starting to ramble. I know how it is with your parents but please explain now.”

“Sorry, I’ll start at the beginning. So, you know how I told you how I became a teen hero after my half-death.”

“Yeah…” Tim switches from crouching to sitting on the floor, eyes squinting at Danny with suspicion. He doesn’t like where this is going.

“So, there was this one time my town was pulled into the infinite realms by the old ghost king. So I had to fight him. I won in the end but, Oh the consequences of these actions."

"Oh no."Tim said quietly, reeling at the possibilities of what the downfall of a king could be.

"Fun fact, the right to the throne is earned through trial by combat. It would have been fine if not for the Realms showing affection for me. You can't argue with the semi-sentient realm between realms," Danny sighed.

“Semi-sentient in what way??! How did it show affection for you?? What do you mean it would have been fine??" What exactly was Danny involved with? Tim thought it was just ghost wrangling. He knew he should have tried harder to contact Constantine about ghosts. Doesn't matter at the moment, nothing could have prepared him for this.

"I don't know how but the Infinite Realms are just like that. It might have to do with the fact that it's where all the dead end up, so technically all lands of the dead, but I just work there." Danny shrugged, all too used to the Infinite Realms' brand of being.

"Danny, Alnilam, my dearest boyfriend, I mean this with my entire heart and soul, what the fuck?" Tim lets his head slump into Danny's arm. He was done for the day and the next two after that. He just wants to watch some murder mysteries with Danny and deal with the Ghost King shit later. It was the first day off of both Wayne Enterprises and any major case he’s had in weeks.

The TV's static increased in volume for a moment before setting down, as if mocking him. He side eyes the TV.

"Sweetheart, if you stop glaring at the TV and give me like 5 minutes, I can fix it." Danny lightly chuckled.

"Fine, I want to see if I'm right about what is actually going on." Tim knows who did it, he's just waiting to be proven right.

"Hey! Don't spoil it!! Not everyone is a smartass." Danny sheds the blanket as he stands, "Are you going to join me on the couch when I'm done, or are you brooding?"

"Yet here you are calling me a smartass." Tim rolled his eyes. Switching from the floor to the couch and stealing Danny's blanket in the process. He's allowed to be a bit petty. It's what he deserves after this ordeal and the ones to come when they talk in depth, but that's for later. Right now, he gets to go back to watching murder mysteries with his boyfriend.

—------- 2

Danny woke up the next day with Tim's head on his chest and a crick in his neck. That's what he gets for falling asleep during cuddle night. Carefully, he reaches for his phone, trying his best to not wake up Tim. Ancients knows how much that boy needs sleep.

Checking the time Danny sighs. He has a meeting with the Ancients in half an hour. Looks like he will have to wake him up… or turn intangible and let him be. Danny debates for a minute before deciding fuck it. He makes himself intangible slowly, eventually Tim is laying on the couch still peacefully asleep.

He carefully floats out of Tim's space and onto the floor. Turning tangible turns into a problem, as Danny apparently can't watch where he pops into existence. His foot ends up in his water bottle. Losing his balance he falls and hits the floor hard, this of course wakes up Tim.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Tim groggily asks.

"Trying not to wake you up while I leave for a meeting. As you can see, I failed." Danny says from the floor, not having moved yet. "I'm just going to transform right here on the floor in shame"

"Transform?" Tim blinked, adjusting so he could fully look at Danny.

"Yeah, so I can get to the meeting on time... Wait. Tim, did you forget that I can transform?" Danny sits up, making eye contact with Tim.

"No I didn't forget, you never told me!"

"I told you the night we started dating," Danny laughs.

"Okay maybe I forgot, but it's not my fault," Tim counters.

"Oh, and how is that?" Danny teases.

"Well someone told me that he was getting severely injured by the Blood Blossoms that were in his lungs. So, forgive me for missing some details!"

"Okay, okay, you win. I did go to my ghost doctor after, you know.”

"Good. Don't you have a meeting to get to?"

"Oh shit! Close your eyes, my transformation is a bit bright." Danny shoots up and transforms in the process. Grabbing his things around the room he almost missed Tim's reaction. If it wasn't for Tim's gasp.

Danny turns to face Tim, his face is flushed as his eyes take in Danny's ghost form. Danny's growing smirk just makes Tim's blush darker.

"See something you like?" Danny teases, his smirk growing wicked.

"Shut up and go to your meeting!!" Tim throws a throw pillow at Danny, only for Danny to turn intangible. He didn't even have the decency to dodge.

"I'm going now, goodbye sweetheart." Danny rips open a portal with his claws, diving through just as he hears Tim's goodbye.

—---------- 3

It took two weeks for Tim to succumb to the need for information. Danny should have expected this from one of the world's greatest detectives, but the call he received at 4:16am was still a jarring surprise. He almost fell out of bed trying to answer his phone. Tim is lucky that he wasn't asleep yet.

After a slight struggle, Danny finally answered the call "Tim, sweetheart, what could you need at this fine 4am?"

"Are you technically a god? Because according to this glowing book I got my hands on-" Tim sounds like he's been on a research binge for an unhealthy amount of time.

"Please tell me you didn't use your vigilante status to steal a book about the Infinite Realms from the Justice League's magic team or whatever they’re called."

"I may have but anyway- wait." Tim stopped mid sentence, like he was reviewing information. Danny has no clue what it could be, but he did know that it would make the conversion complicated. "I didn't tell you I was a vigilante. How did you figure it out?"

"You don't change your voice at all when ordering coffee as Red Robin." Danny says flatly.

"That's fair and also explains why you were okay with me canceling dates last minute. I should invest in a voice changer or something."

"I think you'll be fine, sweetheart. I have a habit of remembering voices of people I’m crushing on, and heightened hearing makes that a little easier."

"If you say so… I'm still gonna look into it." Danny can hear Tim's typing pick up. At this rate the both of them won't be going to sleep anytime soon.

"I'm not going to ask how long you've been awake, but for your own health and mine please stop researching and get some rest. Even the dead are asleep right now." Danny pleads. He knows that they both have things to do later in the day, and Danny doesn't want to fall asleep during his classes.

Tim sighs, "Fine, but after your class tomorrow can you actually answer all my questions?"

"Yes, Hun. Now get away from the computer and go to bed." Danny lightly chuckled.

"I’m going, I'm going." Danny can hear the eye roll in Tim's voice. "Night Danny, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight Tim." Danny smiled as the call ended. Glad that he could get his workaholic boyfriend to go to bed, he relaxes back into his own bed and lets sleep take him.

—------- 4

Tim was on the fire escape connected to Danny's apartment. Hoping to break in and set up his notebooks and other things he collected in his research into the Ghost King and by association the Infinite Realms. Unfortunately for him Danny's last class ended early, as can be seen as Danny entering his own apartment the same time Tim crawls through the window. Tim knows he looks like a kid caught red-handed faking a nonexistent Uncle, Danny's deadpan stare didn't make it better.

"Hey, Danny…" Tim drawls as one of his notebooks falls from his grip to the floor.

"Tim, you could have used the door like a normal person." Danny sighed as he set his bag down. Tim took this time to set up on the floor with his notes spread on the coffee table. "Notebooks? That's not usually your style?"

"Yeah, I would have done my usual spreadsheets and docs but apparently Infinite Realms information crashes any and all tech. So, it's old school for now."

"Oh! Yeah, I forgot about that. I can fix that problem for you while we talk, just give me your tablet, or would you prefer your laptop?"

"Tablet please. Would you mind explaining what you're doing to it while fixing it?" Tim was ecstatic, he loved watching Danny work on his inventions. The methodical way Danny assembled work is a wonderful contrast to how they were made; chaotic and from almost nothing.

Danny's smile was absolutely smitten when he turned back to Tim with his tools. "Of course sweetheart. What do you have to ask me?"

"Okay, so I have a lot, so this is going to take a while." Tim starts as he opens a fresh notebook, pen at the ready.

It was hours of revelations and notebook after notebook. Danny was patient and explained everything the best he could. Tim was pretty sure Danny would ask for his notes after this with how thorough he's being. He honestly wouldn't be this thorough unless it was for a case, but Danny can't remember to tell anyone anything important for the life (death) of him.

"Yeah, parts of the Realms are just kinda ocean-like randomly, so if you visit we have to watch out for that." Danny explained with little fanfare.

"Why are the Infinite Realms like this?" Tim groans emphatically.

"I don't know, man. I just accept and deal with it," Danny replies with a shrug.

"Speaking of things you deal with, you can get summoned, right?"

"Yeah, I can ignore them, technically, but it's like a ringing that keeps getting louder and more annoying till I answer it."

"Huh, interesting. So, does that mean it can be used as an excuse to get out of meetings?" Tim asks with mischief lacing his words

"I… holy shit, I think it can!!!" Tim can see the excitement spread across Danny's face at the realization.

"We are trying it for our next cuddle night, if what is in this book is correct." Tim hands Danny the book he took from Justice League Dark. It's open to a summoning array with instructions underneath it.

"Oh, this is wrong. The array itself is good but the instructions on placement and gifts are either wrong or too vague."

"Oh? I should tell JLD, then."

"Nah, don't. It'll keep me from getting summoned, plus they can always ask you if they need to summon me. Seeing that I'm giving you the correct one."

"Fair, but you better give me all the materials for it then."

"Tim, if it's you summoning me all you need is a small offering and a drop of your blood." Tim looks at Danny in confusion. Danny shakes his head in amusement. "The closer I am to a person, the less required to summon me. At some point all you need is the array and a bit of your blood."

"Oh, that's pretty smart and seems like a perfect way to cause trouble for others" a sly smile spills onto his face, thinking about all the possibilities this could bring.

"Oh, yeah! The amount of times Sam has summoned me at galas is too many to count." Danny's grin is unnaturally wide, with too sharp canines that make Tim swoon as Danny launches into a story of gala shenanigans.

—----- 5

Danny was curled around Tim in his ghost form, acting as an ice pack for his boyfriend's sore ribs. The idiot was overtaxing himself on patrol and took one too many hits. Danny doesn't mind some ghostly cuddling, but he would like it if Tim looked after himself more.

Tim relaxes into Danny more as he types away on his computer. Danny glances at Tim's screen to see that he is looking into the effects the Infinite Realms has on the mortal realm. Which would be sweet if he wasn't using it as a distraction from being banned from current cases.

"Tim, you're supposed to be resting. You know, off the laptop?" Danny lifts his head from Tim's shoulder to actually look at him in the eyes.

Tim sighed, not stopping his typing. "This is resting, I'm barely even hacking into the government."

"Why are you like this?"

"The trauma,” he replied sarcastically. “But anyway, it looks like the government was doing experiments at one point but stopped." Tim hummed as the clicking of the keyboard picked up speed.

“Oh, that’s just the Ghost Investigation Ward.” Danny lets his head drop to his boyfriend’s shoulder, closing his eyes. Tim’s typing only quickened with time and the new information given to him.

“Danny, why are there files about their multiple attempted captures of you, and different files detailing experiment plans that involve vivisecting you‽” Tim was no longer relaxed against Danny’s body.

“I thought they deleted those.” Danny srutines the screen, looking for anything to tell him what has happened to the plans. There in the top right corner is what he was looking for. “Sweetheart, the plans have been defunct, like we worked out when they were getting their shit together.”

“They hunted you for sport,” Tim’s unimpressed stare bore into the side of Danny’s head.

“They got better… morally.Not at the hunting thing,” Danny sighed. “Look, before senior year Tucker, Sam, and I spent the whole summer essentially reforming them. It took a lot of effort but they are ethical now, and even helped fix the shit they wrecked. I promise you they aren't a problem anymore.” Danny pleads.

“Fine.” Tim relents for a moment. "How did you even get them to reform? From what I've read they were pretty biased."

Danny's carefree smile turns sharp. "Blackmail and aggressively shoving evidence to prove them wrong in their faces."

Tim lets out a fond huff as he rolled his eyes, as if he hasn't done worse as Robin. Tim finally lets himself relax, body goes limp against the cold form wrapped around him. A yawn escapes as he feels the pull of sleep cling to him.

“Tired enough to sleep now?” Amusement colored Danny’s voice.

Tim closes his laptop and sets it on a part of the couch not occupied. “Yeah, carry me to bed?”

Danny chuckled as he gently picked up the injured boy and floated them to Tim's bed.

—----- +1

When Tim walked into Danny's apartment he didn't expect to see him putting what was probably Lazarus water into small vials. It looked like he had been doing this for a while. There were several different bags full of the glowing vials with the one he was filling now being one of the last.

"Danny, what are you doing?" Tim asked the dark haired boy, already expecting what the answer might be.

"Remember how I'd said I would look into the Lazarus pits for Jason?" Danny replies as he reaches for more empty vials. Tim hums and moves the vials closer to him. “Turns out to do that I need a shit ton of samples for Frostbite, so here we are.”

Tim sets his things down and settles into helping his boyfriend. "How was dealing with the League of assassins?"

"It was fine. They didn’t notice me, surprisingly.” Danny shrugs, putting more filled vials away.

“I wouldn’t say it was surprising they don’t know about ghosts.” Tim points out.

“Fair. I had a look around, they have a lot of interesting things in their base.”

“Oh, did you take anything besides the lazarus water?” Tim wonders what caught Danny’s attention. From what he remembers it could be just about anything from swords to priceless pieces of art.

“No, but I did see what I’m pretty sure was a spleen in a jar!” Danny’s smile grew almost inhumanly big. “Tim, get this! It was fucking labeled! Labeled!” Danny’s excitement is clear in his voice. Tim couldn’t completely focus on it. He only knows of one spleen that was removed under the care of the league.

“What was it labeled?” Tim asked, nervousness creeping into his voice. Please don’t be his spleen.

Danny’s giggling was barely contained as he answered, “Ra's al Ghul’s emotional support spleen. Outsourced from RR.”

“HE PICKLED MY SPLEEN!!” Tim shouts, startling Danny into almost dropping the vial in his hand.

Danny looks at Tim in confusion for a solid five seconds before Tim saw a look of realization bloom on his face. “Oh Ancients, RR stands for Red Robin. What the fuck! Wait, you’re missing your spleen! How did your spleen end up there??” Danny’s distress only rises as Tim doesn't answer him.

“So. I may have forgotten to tell you something.” Tim says as his clearly innocent smile wobbles with hidden laughter.

“You think so‽” sarcasm dripping from Danny’s voice. “Ancients Tim! Is this how you felt with me?”

“Yes. Suffer.” Tim didn’t mean for this to happen but he will take this happy coincidence for everything it has.

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@kyrianclawraith , @alice-hazelwood , @phoenixdemonqueen , @may-rbi , @mimilikey , @undead-essence

#dpxdc #tim drake #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #5+1 fic #tim drake x danny fenton #Petals and Arrays of The Dead and Those Yet To Be #dp x dc fic #Writing on the walls

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lu-lus-duckies · 1 month

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Sorry, been awake for 24+ hours and ended up falling asleep 😅

Apparently my mind kept all the worm ideas on the back burner so it finished cooking as soon as I woke up, so I'm sharing.

Vox finally manages to get rid of ALL the worms and larvae, but he's careful about not letting Valentino know because there'd be hell to pay for getting rid of his spawns.

So he goes on normally for a few weeks, gets his bitten and broken cables swapped for new ones and think this will be the end of it.

Exept.

He fells empty now.

Physically empty.

This MF unknowingly developed a kink for wriggling bugs inside of him.

And he can't ask Val for more larvaes because then he'd have to tell him that he got rid of his babies.

So where did this bring him?

Right back at the radio tower.

Alastor ties him up and just leave, for hours.

Finally he comes back with an unconscious King of Hell that he ties up with more tentacles next to Vox before leaving again.

He comes back with 4 buckets full of worms, Vox is getting exited but Alastor completely ignores him in favour of talking care of Lucifer.

The broadcast starts.

Alastor straddles the king and slaps his face to wake him up, Lucifer screams and trashes around because he knows what's coming.

Alastor starts stuffing handfuls of worms after handfuls of worms in his face.

Meanwhile Vox's hard as a rock and green with jealousy.

When Al finishes feeding worms to his majesty he sew his mouth shut to stop him from spitting it out.

He turns towards Vox and is abot to step on his face-

exept that he doesn't and keeps teasing Vox by pretending that he's about to get to it but just don't.

The Tv head wriggles like the worms he wants inside of him and whine with pleading eyes, hoping Alastor will take pity on him and will just get to it.

Alastor smiles, put his heeled boot on Vox's chest and crouch (crushing his sternum).

"I'm sorry Vox, I can't possibly give you what you want if I don't know what it is!"

Vox tries to keep quiet, he really does, but he ends up saying in a whiny voice :

"Step on me! Step on me, break me and fill me with worms! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

"And why do you want that? Between the worms I put inside of you and your boytoy laying them inside of you, you should have more than enough shouldn't you?"

Alastor's still crushing his lungs, smiling deviously and holding his mic to Vox's mouth so that his answer is loud and clear for their audience.

"I...*sigh* I had them removed"

"Uh-Oh, the Tv even got rid of his boyfriend's spawns?"

"It was painful you frigging bitch!"

"Why ask for more then?"

"*whine* Pleeeeeeaseeee...."

Alastor stands and starts walking back to the King, shivering at the idea of having more worms stuffed in as he'd been trying to not swallow them for all this time.

"I LIKE THE PAIN! I FEEL EMPTY WITHOUT THEM! FILL ME AGAIN, PLEASE!"

"Well, you did say the magic word!"

Alastor walks back to Vox and steps on his head with his heels, breaking it more and more.

He then take one of the biggest shards and uses them to make long cuts on Vox's limbs, and he finally puts the worms in them.

The tentacles restraining his highness start moving and shake him before bringing him on top of Vox.

"Open wiide~!"

Alastor smashes Lucifer's mouth against Vox's and remove the magic seams, allowing his majesty to finally throw up inside of the TV's mouth.

Both "captives" have raging hard ons and Alastor uses Vox's phone to post a picture of their messy selves on Voxtec's official Instagram.

First dislike is 0.001 seconds after posting and it's Valentino's.

(too long?)

firstly, gotta tag the hoes @nunalastor

before I even start reading this, GO TO SLEEP. if you fell asleep, GOOD, let your body fucking rest

after the read: my god was this a fucking read. you're my favorite anon from now on. this shit hit harder than I imagine any drug can. for fucks sake, I am getting SO FUCKING HARD MY GOD-

#lulu asks #lulu is feral #tagging these hazbin hotel because everyone should be traumatized #hazbin hotel #lucifer #alastor #vox #valentino #wormgate

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queencherryberry · 11 months

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So….I lied. I smoked the whole day and couldn’t resist writing chapter 6. And…uh…buckle up.

Tags: @alyyaanna @alyanamrossi @crossrhodez @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @freegardenbanananeck and anyone else who wants tagged.

Warning: implied violence, revenge, argument between reader and randy, implied sub space for reader, slight kink shaming

Chapter 6 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody let out a small chuckle rubbing your back as you clung to him still sobbing. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he ran you guys a bath. You reached out to him doing grabby hands and he walked over while the tub filled up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his abs. You just wanted some type of close contact with him. He stroked your hair as you started to calm down. For as long as he had known you, he knew physical touch was your love language. And he was prepared for how clingy you were about to become. To say he was excited for it was an understatement. When the water was sufficiently full enough he sunk into the water. You got in and sat in front of him. Your back rested against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Cody wrapped his arms around you in a hug and rested his face by your neck. You both sat in the bath in silence enjoying each others’ presence. “I love you too baby girl.” He mumbled into your skin. He was met with light snoring from you. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now so dozing off wasn’t a surprise to cody. He only smiled. He placed a kiss to the side of your forehead. He held you with one arm and reached over to drain the tub with his free hand.

After drying you both off he carried you to bed where you could get some actual sleep. He was even nice enough to put in some makeshift pj’s. He used one of his shirts and hoodies and he put your sweatpants back on you. “I’ll be right back to cuddle. I still have to go clean up breakfast since it’s almost 2pm. That and I still have to get some online school work done. Rest well.” He whispered to you stroking your hair. He kissed your forehead and put his shorts back on. He heard your phone go off. He picked it up to see who it was. He furrowed his brow and walked out of the room still holding her phone. He opened the text messages. ‘Hey lil’ mama, where you at? I didn’t see you at school today. You good? You still mad about Lexi? I told you we just friends. It’s not like that. I don’t know what you think is happening, but nothing is happening. Can we talk about this? Say dinner at 7?’ Before Cody could answer another text popped up from your best friend Brandi. ‘I know you probably don’t think about him like this but how big do you think Cody’s dick is? Like do you think he’s packing? Ask your brother if Cody’s single. Or better yet next time you see him give him my number chica’ cody smirked to himself. He kept this information on the back burner. He went back to jeys text and just simply sent a dick pic. ‘Fuck off dickwad. She’s mine now.’ He then blocked Jey and erased your conversation with Jey. He then texted Brandi his number. He saw an unread message from Randy. ‘Kim’s staying for awhile. Grab what shit you want and stay out of the house for about a week or so. I’m pretty sure rhodes wouldn’t mind the company. Just try to cock block him when he brings girls home. Tell him it’s a gift from me.’ Cody set her phone down and tried not to laugh. “This mother fucker…” he said to himself. He sighed and went to the sink to start doing dishes. After 15 minutes he pulled out his laptop and started work on homework and looking through class notes. His phone buzzed. He looked and saw he had a DM for $500. He opened it, piquing his interest. The note attached to it read: ‘next tinder bitch please whip.’ He set his phone down and sighed. He debated his options. He looked over at you sleeping peacefully. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. There was something he was forgetting but he couldn’t remember what it was. He shrugged and closed his laptop and crawled into bed with you.

About three hours later there was angry pounding on his door. “Rhodes open the fuck up. I’m going to fucking kill you.” Cody shot up in a panic. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared to open his door. You awoke too and got up. Cody tried stopping you but it was useless. You flung open the door to stare face to face with your brother. “Fuck off randal! I’m trying to fucking sleep. And if you dare lay a hand on him, I, PERSONALLY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!” You screamed at your brother. Randy’s face got redder when he saw the marks on your neck as well as the hickeys that littered your neck. “The fuck you’d do to my sister you little shit!?” Randy yelled. Before either man could blink, you gave your brother a low blow by kneeing him. You then slammed the door in his face and marched back to the bed and grabbed your blanket and curled up to Cody who still sat up shocked. He blinked a few times before laying back down. He just stared at you. He had a confused boner. He wasn’t sure if he was scared or turned on but he wasn’t going to speak on it. You grabbed his arm and dropped it over yourself aggressively. You curled up to his chest. You then moved around so you guys were spooning.

After about another 2 hours you woke up and Cody was missing. You sprang up and started looking for him. You wondered if Randy was still around. You heard laughing and it was coming from down stairs. You crept downstairs where you found your brother and Cody playing Call of Duty. Both men looked over at you creeping down the stairs. “Bout time you woke up miss priss. Thanks for the injured balls bitch.” Randy said starting another round of the game. Cody had a black eye when he looked at you. You continued down the stairs confused. You walked over and saw they were also smoking. You grabbed Randy’s cartridge and took a hit from it. “What? Not gonna sit by your boy toy? Codes told me everything. At least he’s a better candidate than fuck boy Jey.” Randy said. You got up and walked over to Cody and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He rubbed your arm and then went back to playing the game. You sat down next to Cody and put your head in lap. You chewed on your sleeve as you watched them play.

You soon felt Randy get up to leave. You didn’t know how long you were asleep. Cody stroked your hair and switched to a different game. He hit off his mod and leaned back into the couch. With one hand he combed through your messy hair. He thought you looked like an angel as you slept in his lap. He smiled to himself. He wasn’t playing his game for very long. He set the controller down and stretched. He looked at the time. “Sweetheart. Wake up. What do you want to eat?” He said, shaking you lightly awake. You yawned and stretched. You rubbed your eyes while stretching. You looked up at him and reached up to cup his face. You rubbed under his eye and frowned. “Randals a dick. This looks like it hurts.” You sat up still holding his face. He kissed your hand and held it in his. He looked at you sweetly. “Did you know Randy had a bet with Kim on when this would happen?” He said killing the mood. You smacked your forehead in irritation. “Are you shitting me? That dick!”

#wwe #cody rhodes #bookshelf #jey uso #randy orton #cody rhodes x reader #brothers best friend

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cowgurrrl · 6 months

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A come to Jesus talk with June

Alright, y’all some of you guys might’ve noticed I haven’t been as active on here especially when it comes to writing. Honestly, I’m in such a slump right now. Grad school is way harder than I thought it was gonna be and I’m still trying to get my feet under me in a new country with new friends and new work to do and writing hasn’t been something that’s come super easy recently. Therefore, I’m having a brief but very necessary break from fic writing. With everything going on with school, my org, my mag writing, and just life, I’ve been really stressed. I’m hoping to come back to it in a few weeks once I get a break because I do still have so many ideas and half-finished wips on the back burner that just haven’t been given the love they deserve. That being said, I would never leave y’all high and dry so here are some amazing writers/fics to binge during my break 😌

@pedrito-friskito’s Strawberry Wine: literally just go open the master list for this fic and tell me you don’t want to eat up every second of it. SW is/was a fic I read when I was still just kinda lurking on tumblr and not posting anything and it is beautiful. The way Kay writes is so intense and nuanced and incredibly, incredibly executed. I cannot recommend this series enough.

@swiftispunk’s Your Summer Dream: I think about this au at least three times a week because it is just that damn good!! It’s so fun and refreshing after reading so much angst and hurt/comfort to just have something a little sexy and heartfelt to read. Han is an absolute wordsmith and even though I’m recommending YSD, I truly recommend anything and everything she writes ever. Full stop.

@cupofjoel’s Keep It On The Low: DAMN I MEAN WOW this idea, this series, this writing is so impressive and hot and keeps you on your toes?? Not only that but it’s so emotional and soft and makes me say OW IVE BEEN SHOT I’m genuinely in awe of it every time there’s an update and I’m SO excited to see what happens next

@saintmurd0ck’s anything: Before I was a slut for Joel Miller, you better believe I was a slut for Matt Murdock and Frank Castle and THIS BITCH (affectionate) MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE Rhi’s account was also one I followed when I was still just lurking on tumblr and I love her work even though I haven’t fully regressed back to my Daredevil/Punisher phase (it’s coming (that’s what she said)) and I get so excited when I see her come out with something new 🥺

@softlyspector’s Adjustments: OW OW OW OW Adjustments reminds me of getting wrapped up in a warm blanket after you’ve been out in the cold in that it doesn’t completely take away the outside factors that have driven you to the comfort but goddammit if it soothe the ache a little. There’s so much angst but also so much love and comfort and found family and oshdkajdja i just love it GO READ IT NOW

@egcdeath’s Someone in The Crowd: take oftm but make it la la land coded and you get Someone in The Crowd!! It’s only one part but it’s so gorgeous and reflective and sweet?? I think it plays with tropes we don’t see very often in fic and that’s why it’s up here (Neptune, please come home from war the kids miss you)

Any and all of these writers are amazing and have great works outside of the ones I’ve recommended for you to read (and like and comment and share with them how much you loved them (support your local writer)) until I can get back to cranking shit out. Thank you for your patience and thank you to these writers and mutuals for constantly inspiring me to continue to create 🥺🩷 ilysm

#june screams on the internet #fic rec #June’s psa

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AKSHNIOYDBG more evil ghostface binary boyfriends, I'm begging :O I'm imagining a scenario where they go after Tory because of the way she threatened Eli at the end of S3 and Demetri told her off. Or maybe Robby, since he broke Miguel's back, force-shaved Eli, and betrayed Miyagi Do. Basically a triple strike!

Or Kyler! Oh man, they'd annihilate him after years of bullying.

I just want them as murder boyfriends so bad <3 <3 <3

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I REWROTE IT LIKE THREE TIMES BC I HATED HOW IT WAS GOING 😭

Cw: blood, gore, v descriptive act of gutting, Eli going ballistic and then immediately starts acting like a child again, kyler being an asshole👌

“Man that bitch is so dead… such a pussy…” Kyler continued to blabber, completely unaware that Demetri Alexopoulos had been peering through his window. He was also unaware of the fact that Eli Moskowitz had made his way inside the house during the half hour he’d been gaming in his bedroom.

“Dawg, what are you doing? You tryna kill me, the fuck?”

Demetri pulled the burner phone out from under his black gown, he and Eli had picked up those stupid Ghostface costumes used by those two maniacs in the 90s, Demetri said it would be like bearing a torch. He dialed the phone number written on his palm, Kyler’s landline phone number. Eli remained hidden as he heard it ring in the room next to him, waiting for Kyler to come answer it.

“Shit I think that’s the pizza man callin’ me, hold up I’ll be right back…” Kyler slid his chair back before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where the phone was ringing, unknowingly passing Eli as he walked past the storage room he’d been hiding in.

Kyler finally picked up the ringing phone, “Yo where you at? That pizza better not be cold-”

“Wait a minute, who am I talking to?” Demetri’s altered voice spoke. “Uhhh, Kyler… is this not the pizza guy?”

“No… I mean no it is, I’ve got your uh… pizza here if you want it…”

“Aight sweet, you… almost here?”

Demetri quickly texted Eli while telling kyler to walk to the front door.

Metri

Hes coming out to the front, stay there. Ill fuck with him a bit, get him scared. come out the sliding side door when I give u the signal.

Eli listened as he heard Kylers footsteps go past the closet and over to the front door. The door opened and Eli waited for the sound of a stabbing noise, a scream, a thump… something… but there was just silence. That is, until Kyler opened his mouth to talk once again.

“Aight… come out now. I’m hungrier than a bitch, let’s go!”

“Hold on now, Kyler, I didn’t tell you where I was with your pizza, did I?”

“Oh… ok, then uh… where are you?” Kyler stepped outside to look around the front porch, but there was no sight of anyone. He made his way around to the far corner, peeking behind it and still finding nothing.

“Can you see me?” Demetri echoed on the other end,

“No… are you in the front?”

“I can see you, Kyler.” He began to tense up, it was so quiet.

Kyler stepped backwards, making his way to the opposite side of the porch. He stood behind a pillar to look over at the road beside his house. Nothing.

“Man, I’m hungry as hell, where are you boy?”

“Walk around to the back of the house, Kyler.”

“Bro… I don’t wanna be playing no hide and seek right now, my pizzas gon’ get cold…”

“It’s right here, Kyler! Just come and get it… it’s just by the side door.”

If Kyler were smart he wouldn’t be falling for this. Who the hell makes you walk around your house to get pizza from the delivery boy? Demetri knew he could fuck with Kyler and he’d just fall for everything, it was kind of fun. This wouldn’t work next week when they go for Tory, Demetri wanted to make sure she got what she deserved for all the pain she caused to his Eli. They’d go after Robby as well, Demetri wanted to give Eli some time to get practice in with Kyler first. They’d worry about Robby tomorrow.

Kyler made his way around the house, going over to the front.

Metri

Go now out the side door and keep urself hidden behind that huge tree. When Kyler goes by then u can come out, be ready bc as soon as he sees u you’ll need to strike. Don’t worry, I’ll be over there soon. U got this babe 💕

Eli smiled at the text. He still felt shaky, but this was his chance to show everyone that he’s not some scared loser. He’s gonna give everyone who ever wronged him what they deserve. Eli left the closet and ran out to the side door, quickly opening it and slipping out. Just as he got behind the tree he heard Kyler shittalking to Demetri over the phone. He closed his eyes and took a big breath as he watched Kyler walk passed the tree and towards the glass door.

“Where are you now, bruh?”

“You still can’t see me, Kyler?” He rolled his eyes as he moved just passed the door frame, looking out by the gazebo behind his house.

“Man, you ain’t even here… I’m going back inside!”

Just as Kyler turned around, he became face to face with a masked Eli who immediately shoved him to the ground. He stepped closer to Kyler as he groaned beneath him,

“The fuck, who- who the fuck are you??”

Eli landed a kick to Kyler’s stomach, causing him to hunch over and wince. As soon as he gained the strength, Kyler got up and ran back around to the front. Eli turned around and walked down the other side to meet him there.

As soon as Kyler reached the balcony he was faced with Eli who’d already beat him. Eli cocked his head to the left as Kyler stood just feet away before quickly spinning to run back to the back of the house, the ghost following suit.

As soon as Kyler made it to the sliding doors, Demetri turned around on the other side to face him, immediately throwing himself through the glass to tackle the wrestler. Kyler struggled under the ghost’s grasp, kicking his legs as Demetri’s hands wrapped around the teens throat. Kyler lifted his head, head butting his attacker before getting away.

Kyler ran towards the left corner of the house, only to be met with the ghost again. Eli’s hand shot forward, lodging his knife into Kyler’s abdomen and pulling it through his stomach to the other side.

Blood and organs fell from his body as he fell to the ground, letting out a disgusting, gargled groan.

Eli straddled Kyler as he tried to scoop his insides back into his body. As Eli moved Kyler’s hands out of the way, he tried to reach up and punch the ghost above him. Eli smacked the hand away and his knife went straight into the side of Kyler’s neck, before he pulled it out to thrust it down into his sternum.

Demetri watched from the door, he didn’t think Eli could actually do it.

He was stabbing him over and over, Kyler cried out as Eli kept going. Blood covered his face as the ghost stabbed him once more in the throat in hopes to keep him quiet, but he just wouldn’t shut up.

Demetri removed his mask to see better, a smile rising to his face as he watched his boyfriend finally take revenge. He could hear him faintly panting as he brutally murdered his lifelong bully, Demetri was so proud of Eli.

When his rapid stabbing finally stopped he flung himself backward and crawled away from the body, ripping his mask off as he let out a choked sob.

Demetri quickly ran over to him, immediately pulling him into a hug. “You did it! I knew you could, Eli. God… dammit I’m so proud of you,” Demetri pushed Eli’s sweaty hair from his face.

“W-what’s the matter?”

Eli wiped the tears from his face and took a few deep breaths, “Demetri… w-what if we made a mistake?? What if we…fuck we might get caught!”

“Shhh shut the fuck up, it’s ok. I promise you, we will not get caught. I’ve planned this all out, we’re gonna get away with this, baby.” Demetri held Eli closer to him, kissing his head and hugging him tight.

“We should probably move this asshole though, can you help me get him uh…” he looked around the yard for places to stick Kyler’s dead body, “Tree?” Eli suggested, Demetri looked behind him at the tree with the tire swing hanging from it,

“Tree.”

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

#cobra kai #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz #hawk moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #demetri alexopoulos #binary boyfriends #ghostface!eli moskowitz #ghostface!demetri alexopoulos #Ghostface!binaryboyfriends

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 29, 2018 uncasville, connecticut calum

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about being away from Orion for this long. It’s almost been a month, and we still talk almost every day. I know I can’t expect for things to feel all that normal. I left her alone in LA. She has a life there. I’m busy, touring with the band.

I think days like today are when I feel it the most. We’re in a random ass city in New England. We have a show tonight, but today we aren’t doing press, and there’s not exactly a lot to do in Connecticut. It’s just another day with the boys, whom I love dearly, but don’t exactly have a lot of fresh topics to talk to them about.

At least it felt okay to sleep in this morning. A lot of days it feels like a waste of being in a cool city or a waste of being close to family to sleep in, but in Uncasville, Connecticut, sleeping until 11 feels like an appropriate start to the day.

I wake up to a few texts from Orion, which is unsurprising but always good to see.

From: my love + stars good morning hi hello i couldn’t sleep last night i am zombie today running on hella coffee i think duke misses you he keeps going into your studio and pacing around it’s so sad do you think he can come to the venue in san diego? omg i can get him a little shirt that says “i <3 5sos” can you imagine if i do that you have to post it to your story so the fans can see they would die hope you have so much fun in the fantastic town of uncasville today!!!!

To: my love + stars it’s always a good morning when i can hear from you! very good morning to you my very beautiful girlfriend my favorite zombie you can eat my brains if you want send me duke pics rn i miss him too please bring him!!!! i’m pretty sure dogs are allowed. i will riot if not. yknow you could post it yourself. just make your profile public ya silly goose. the fans love you now.

From: my love + stars cal if you ever don’t hear from me in the morning you need to call the cops i will always say hi asap i will eat your brains first look how cute dukey is!!!!!!! Images attached (3) they occasionally tOleRaTE me NOW. the tables could turn at any time.

To: my love + stars i will never call the cops on you you can do no wrong even if you eat my brains don’t tell duke’s mom but i think i miss my son more than i miss his mom (I AM KIDDING I PROMISE) literally the only reason the tables would turn is if you were a shitty person and you’re the best person i know so you’re good of course only go public if you want but just sayin the world would be a better place if everyone could see your beautiful sunset selfies

From: my love + stars somebody call 911 shawty’s lying to me on the dance flo it’s ok if you miss duke more than me i am not offended i swear you know i won’t go public i just don’t need that chaos in my life i love quietly lurking on stan twitter from my burner account

To: my love + stars i am not lying i miss you more than i have ever missed anyone duke is close second dw it could be a rush to go public for a day and then go back private see what happens

From: my love + stars stop you’re gonna make me cry in the club rn it would be not fun cal you know this i’d get a bunch of DIE BITCH I COULD TAKE UR MAN IF I WANT TO YOU’RE SO UGLY and maybe a sprinkle of wow you’re kinda cool sometimes

I’m not sure how long it’s been that Orion and I are just sitting here texting each other back and forth until Ashton is giggling across the room at me.

“What are you making all those faces for, Cal?” He asks.

I flip him off. “Just texting Orion.”

“Oooh, what are you guys talking about?” Luke walks in the room, a banana in hand and Sierra trailing behind him carrying a Starbucks cup.

I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just telling her she should make her Instagram public, and she thinks it’d just open up a door for death threats.”

“The fans like her now, don’t they?” Luke asks. He plops down on the couch next to me, and Sierra sits on his right side. He looks around the room at all of us, searching for confirmation.

“She always gets love when I post a picture with her in it,” Ashton confirms.

It’s no secret that I’m not exactly an active user on any social media, so even though I have millions of photos of me and Orion, I don’t share them much. That’s both due to my personal social media habits and Orion’s wishes to keep her presence on my social media to a minimum. It’s kind of like her rule for flowers — only for special occasions.

Ashton, on the other hand, posts a few photos at a time to his story and feed pretty regularly, and more often than not, if there’s a group picture, Orion is in it. He’s also the only one that really hangs out with Orion on her own regularly, so naturally they have more photos of the two of them. That said, if she’s only getting positive comments on Ashton’s posts, I’m sure she’d get positive reactions if she shared her own.

“I’m not saying she should or shouldn’t,” Sierra starts. “But I definitely get why she doesn’t want a public profile.”

“I mean, to be fair, a lot of what she posts is of you guys,” Luke adds. He’s not wrong. Because her profile is private and she can pick and choose who follows her, she feels fine to post whatever she wants, and that means posting a lot of pictures with me, of me, and of Duke. “She definitely wouldn’t want to do that if she went public.”

I sigh, knowing that Sierra and Luke are probably right, and Orion is too, even if she’s not completely accurate with what would actually happen if she made her profile public. I decide to drop it.

“Where’s that Starbucks at?” I decide to ask, changing the subject. I nod at Sierra’s coffee cup in her hand.

With the address in hand, I head off to find someone to drive me to the Starbucks and go back to texting Orion.

To: my love + stars it’s pretty early to be in the club but still don’t cry just a little over a month. we’ve got this!! only go public if you want. i support you regardless and happy to be bad cop and defend you in your comments if you needed

From: my love + stars a 2018 shakespearean level romance defending me in an IG comment section i’m a lucky girl

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a/n: fillery chapter ik. but still plantin a seed for something later on. i posted this poll but also feel free to drop a comment on your wishes on this post too pls n thx.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum x fem!oc #calum x ofc

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Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

I've never seen a mechanical bull in person so I watched some videos on YouTube. They were a lot tamer (and honestly lamer) than I expected so I embellished. I hope I did a decent job.

Your mood had increased exponentially since your date with Striker, and all of your coworkers had picked up on it. Even Blitzø, who was the poster child of being oblivious to other’s emotions. After learning the details of your night with the rattlesnake, Millie had offered to keep it to herself, deciding that Blitzø and Moxxie were too emotional and judgmental to accept what was evidently a budding relationship. You hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, but after the first day in the office where no one openly asked you how things were going with Striker, you found yourself grateful for Millie’s suggestion, and decided to keep up with it.

The buzz from your unexpectedly romantic picnic lasted for about a week, when it occurred to you that you hadn’t heard from the southern imp. No calls from burner phones, no texts from unlisted numbers, no mysterious messenger imps showing up at your door. Striker had left you with no way to contact him, and obviously no interest in contacting you. Initially, you’d told yourself that you were fine, that you were expecting this sort of “pump and dump” behavior from the cowboy, despite your only physical contact having been a brief make-out.

But the reality of his radio silence hit you far harder than you would have expected – or preferred.

It took about ten seconds of interacting with you for Millie to sense the change in your attitude, and another two seconds for her to pinpoint the culprit. She growled lowly, sitting beside you so that only you could hear it, insisting to her concerned husband that it you were just having a “girls talk.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” she murmured in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

“He’s not worth the ammo, Mills,” you countered. “Besides, it’s not like I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you were so…” the female assassin paused, searching for a word appropriate to describe your disposition after your date.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not,” you sighed, sparing a glance towards Moxxie to find him frantically looking away from the two of you, suddenly absorbed in whatever bullshit Blitzø was ranting about. “It’s fine, Millie. It was only a matter of time.”

“I know that,” she frowned, resting a hand on your arm, “and I know I ain’t the most supportive, but I really thought it would have lasted longer than one date. You said you had a really good time.”

“Evidently I was the only one,” you shrugged, your heart lurching uncomfortably in your chest. You shoved down all of the unpleasant emotions threatening to crawl their way up your throat and vocalize themselves, swallowing thickly and staring at one of the many scuff marks on your boots.

“It’s not like I fucked him,” was how you validated Striker’s sudden abandonment. You and Millie had returned to your favorite bar for Girls Night Out, which had become much more frequent as of late. Moxxie never minded, but Blitzø pitched a fit every now and then about not being included.

“It’s a good fucking thing you didn’t,” Millie countered, folding her arms atop the table. She caught your gaze wandering anywhere but her person, and her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widened and snapped towards her face, and she sighed, reading you like an open children’s book.

“Of course I wanted to,” you admitted. “A girl has needs. But I didn’t, and I have plenty of toys at home to take care of myself. It’s not that big of a deal, Mills. We weren’t dating. He probably just took me out to piss you guys off.”

The door to the bar opened, and against her better judgment, Millie glanced up at the newest patron. A growl sounded in her throat, and you raised a brow at her in question. Her gaze remained on the cowboy strutting his way up to the counter, and you couldn’t help but follow her eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled. “We need to find a new bar to hang out in. He frequents this one too fucking often.”

Millie nodded in agreement before her eyes wandered through the rest of the bar, and a grin split her lips. “You wanna make him sorry he abandoned you?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you watched her expression steadily turn mischievous. “What do you mean? You want me to make him jealous?”

“I want you to show him what a badass bitch he missed out on,” your friend explained. “I may not like him or support your attraction to him, but he hurt you, and I think a little revenge is in order.”

“I don’t think he’s the jealous type,” you countered, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. “He’s too fucking smug for that.”

“Maybe not over other people, but he’s a cowboy from Wrath. The way to that man’s heart is in the corner of the bar.”

You turned fully around, sitting up on your knees to see exactly what she meant. Your jaw dropped as your gaze settled on a mechanical bull in the far corner, penned off by a shitty wooden fence. Just outside the fence was a control box, currently manned by one the bar’s employees. A line of potential riders had already been formed, and there was a decent crowd gathered to watch people fail.

Turning back around in your seat, you offered Millie a grin. “You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as I am that he’s a self-absorbed cocksucker,” she grinned darkly. “You get over there and ride that fucking bull. I know you got the balance and the stamina to hold on, and once he’s watching, you can throw in a little sexuality, make him real fucking jealous.”

With a laugh, you swallowed the rest of your drink and stood up. You sauntered over to the corner of the bar, swinging your hips as you went just in case Striker was watching.

Which he was, and Millie was watching him, cackling to herself as his tail rattled with interest.

You sweet-talked the employee working the controls to let you ride next, and a flirtatious smile to the people in line granted you their acceptance. You climbed over the fence and circled the mechanical bull, making a show of mounting it once you knew you had an audience. A loud rattling sounded amongst the murmurs of the crowd, and you stifled a grin, bending your hips to accentuate your ass as you swung a leg over the machine and perched yourself on its back. You gripped the rope fastened to the middle of its back with both hands, not wanting to lose leverage this early on. Without warning, the bull quickly spun around, facing away from the crowd and giving everyone a view of the curve of your back as you settled yourself into place. The bull reared forwards, the back end lifting a few feet off the ground, and you leaned back at the same time, keeping yourself upright. It righted itself before rearing forwards again, and again, and again, until it looked like you were trying to fuck the machine rather than simply stay on top of it. With every buck, you rolled your hips, giving the audience a show.

It turned halfway, your right side facing the crowd, before bucking backwards, the front end rearing up. You tightened your legs on either side, throwing your head back and grinding against the machine. You could hear the crowd growing louder as the bucking came faster, the operator attempting unsuccessfully to throw you off. Before long, the machine had lost all rhythm, the operator following your request to give you the roughest ride he could. It bucked backwards, forwards, spun around, spun halfway.

Your surroundings blurred together, the bull never slowing down long enough for you to see anything clearly. That was perfectly fine – you didn’t want to look at them, you wanted them to look at you. The machine reared forwards again, lifting you into the air, and you released one hand, sliding it up into your hair between your horns. Your tail thrashed about behind you, making it clear that you were holding your own atop the bull.

You rolled your hips every time the bull bucked, your head back and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip as though this mechanical bull was the most sensual ride you’d ever experienced. Given the demonic douchebags you’d dated, it wasn’t too far from the truth.

Watching your every move, the operator knew he wasn’t going to throw you. So he made one final finishing move – a backwards buck, so far that the bull was nearly standing upright, with you perpendicular on its back. The fingers of one hand latched onto the rope while the other arm extended behind you, your torso leaned all the way back until you were nearly upside down.

The crowd cheered wildly, and the bull returned to its starting position. With a giggle, you dismounted, adjusting your clothes and offering the crowd a wink. You thanked the operator, which earned you a grin. He may not have known exactly who you were trying to impress, but he knew from your ministrations that you had ridden the bull to prove and point, and you’d fucking proved it.

Squeezing and squirming through the crowd, you returned to your table where Millie was standing up in her seat, clapping and shouting. You laughed just as the bartender whistled, holding up a hand to catch your attention. Raising a brow, you turned to face him, finding a fresh drink sitting at the end of the bar.

“Free drinks to anyone who finishes the ride,” he stated, and you grinned, approaching the bar to collect your prize.

As soon as the drink was in your hand, a spicy scent filled your nostrils, and you didn’t have to look to know that Striker had finally approached you.

“That was an impressive ride, darlin’,” he commented gravelly, and fuck no not those butterflies again.

You said nothing, tilting your head back and swallowing a large amount of your drink.

“I’d love to see you ride me like that,” the cowboy commented, and you absolutely did not choke on the alcohol sliding down your throat.

“Sorry, Casanova,” you countered, spinning around in the direction of your table. ��I don’t ride for free. You gotta earn it.”

With a nod to Millie, which she returned, you turned and strutted out of the bar, tail swishing behind you as you went. A low growl and rattle could be heard from where Striker stood at the bar, and you smirked to yourself.

You’d fucking love to take him for a ride, but he didn’t deserve it. Not yet, at least.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss striker #reader insert #striker #striker x reader

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seasidepierre · 2 years

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Sometimes I get all horny for Pierre and then realise he is somehow dating a 19yo kids then get the creeps. But then remember the version of Pierre in my head wouldn't pull this shit and all's well in wonderland.

Anyone else feel the same?

Sorry I had to get this off of my head

I used to be like that too but I think this antic is really the one push that can't be forgotten for me. I've been mad at Pierre ever since the rumors about that baby girl appeared. I love the guy to pieces, I think he's a phenomenal driver and he's been through so much that I can't help but be inspired by his strength and resilience.

However, the love you have for someone can't blind you when they do shit. Loving someone often means calling them out when they're going too far. Dating that girl is the step too far. And it's not about him dating because I had no issue with his dating life before, he's not my friend, he's not in my circle of friends, I don't know him personally, therefore I can't be mad and/or jealous (I've also been there, done that with 1D, I think I've just grown up and so will you all, I promise you). Dating someone who's significantly younger than you is not a crime and in all fairness, what he's doing isn't illegal, but it's morally questionable when you know she's 19 and she hasn't experienced what a 23/24 yo woman would have. She might not know what she's getting into. She might not know what she truly wants.

Or she does and we're just nosy bitches, let's be totally honest.

I just feel that if you're gonna put your private life out there, you're bound to be criticised and I usually go the extra step to not care about their personal lives, because I'm not there for that. Like, I don't care about the WAGs (usually, because holy shit do I love Carmen, I'm sorry George, she's the best out of you two) and I often think about the fact that we don't really know the guys, apart from what they put out there. But they made it public, despite them feeling sneaky and therefore, I feel like it’s open for discussions, now. If they didn’t want us talking about it, they wouldn’t sneak pictures of themselves on their profiles, as if they didn’t know the fans would speculate about it.

If I'm being completely honest too, the slut/whore era was REALLY fun at the beginning of the year but this is getting too much. Get a burner account, Pierre, I'm begging you, a finsta is totally acceptable, I don't need to know you've liked dirty memes on Instagram that are borderline eww.

Anywaaaaaaay.

I'm being the mom again.

#ask

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At Door's Death, Chapter 4

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: sexual situations, threats with a knife, mentions of a gun, threats with a gun.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean growled, pulling out his gun, “God damn it, what are you doing here?”

“Dean,” Sam sighed getting between me and his brother, “come on…put the gun down. I know you remember Dahlia, right?”

“How could I forget?” he growled, “the stupid bitch is a demon. She nearly killed Hannah.”

“Singer?”

Dean nodded, “When Hannah turned 14. Bobby let dad and I take her to Texas for a Poltergeist. Turns out this bitch set a demon trap.”

“Nice to see you again Dean,” I muttered, “I got the S.O.S from one of your dad’s burners. Gave me Sam’s address…I tried contacting him, but the line is dead now.”

“Dahlia is that true?”

I shook my head, “no. I’m not a demon you ignoramus. Your dad knows what I am. If I didn’t use you guys as bait though, Houston would be a demon hell hole, so you’re welcome. And anyways I wouldn’t have killed your beloved Hannah. I don’t want to face the wrath of an angry Dean.”

“Dean put your gun down,” Sammy groaned, easily accepting my answer, “come on!”

“Not a chance.”

“Do you want to find Hannah?” I asked, “your dad said something about that on the message too.”

“What do you know?” he asked, lowering the gun.

“Hannah has a fresh trail on yellow eyes. Didn’t tell anyone. Your dad found a pre-cog who told him she’s heading West. Do you want to go before she gets herself killed, or are we just gonna stand here?”

Dean seemed to weigh his options, “I still don’t trust you, but if dad called you…”

“He did.”

“Seems like dad really needs us then, Sammy…” Dean said, “especially if he called her!”

“What was he hunting?” Sam asked with a sigh.

Dean ignored the question and turned to me, “Wait, he sent you a message? He hasn’t even called me. He’s missing.”

I nodded, “I’m a hunter too, Dean. If you weren’t with him he probably figured you were busy doing your own job. Figures he’d call me. He probably figured he could count on me more, anyways.”

He shrugged off the comment, “thought he stopped talking to you when you and Sammy left.”

“We both knew I’d protect Sammy when you two couldn’t,” I said, playing my hand, “Guess he needed me to help you two asses.”

He sighed and led us around the car. Both of them went to the trunk, and Dean held the compartment open with the shotgun, “Let’s see. Where the hell did I put that thing?”

“So when dad left why didn’t you go with him?”

“I was working my own gig,” he said shortly, “this voodoo thing down in New Orleans.”

“Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”

“I’m 26 dude,” Dean said in a sassy demeanor. He turned his attention back to a folder and pulled out some papers, “all right. Here we go. So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho California. About a month ago this guy-they found his car but he’d vanished. Completely M.I.A”

“So maybe he was kidnapped,” Sam said trying to reason.

“Yeah, well here’s another one in April. Another one in December 04, 03, 98, 92—10 of them over the past 20 years—all men. All same 5 mile stretch of road.”

“The timeline…” I said, “it’s getting closer.”

He shut the folder and turned towards me. “Exactly. Started happening more and more so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn’t heard from him since. Which is bad enough, and then I get this voice mail yesterday.”

He pulled out a recorder. It sounded distorted, but it was John, “Dean. Something is starting to happen. Hannah’s here. I think it’s serious. I need to try and figure out what’s going on.” It began to break up, almost like he hit a hot spot where EVP would have distorted it, but it came back, “be very careful Dean. We’re all in danger.”

“You know there’s EVP on that.”

“Not bad, Sammy,” Dean said, smirking, “it’s kind of like riding a bike isn’t it? All right. I slowed the message down and ran it through a Gold wave. Took out the hiss and this is what I got.”

Dean replayed the message and it was the voice of a woman whispering, “I can never go home.”

“Never go home,” Sam said. Dean gave a half smirk before dropping the recorder into the trunk and closing it.

“You know in almost two years I have never bothered you, never asked you for a thing,” Dean said, guilting Sam into it, “It’s sad I even have to convince you, when Dahlia, someone who isn’t even technically blood is willing to help dad and you won’t.”

“I care about him D-“

“Wait…weren’t you the hot chick from the bar dressed as a cop earlier?”

I rolled my eyes and nodded as his grin got wider. He leaned against the Impala.

“You know, if we had a little extra time, I’d ask you to cuff me.”

“Oh, I thought I was a demon.”

“I could always take one for the team.”

“And what would Hannah think?” I asked smugly, batting my lashes at him. He looked as if he were genuinely weighing the options of sleeping with me and having to explain it to the 18 year old he had a crush on. I rolled my eyes and looked at Sam, “Sam. It’s obvious your dad needs our help. Please? Don’t leave me alone with…him. You know that the job won’t kill him, I will.”

Sam sighed and looked at the apartment, before looking directly at me, “all right. I’ll go. I’ll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here.”

“What’s first thing Monday?”

Sam turned around, “I have an interview.”

“What, a job interview?” Dean asked, “Skip it.”

“It’s a law school interview,” Sam said, squaring off against his brother, “and it’s my whole future on a plate.”

“Law school?”

“So we got a deal or not?”

Dean nodded, “Deal.”

Sam told us to wait by the car and that he’d be back in a few minutes. Dean kept throwing half assed compliments to me, but when I didn’t respond he muttered something about me being a bitch.

“Oh Dean,” I said, walking over to him. I placed my hands on either side of his jacket and leaned against him, “this is me being nice to you.”

“What did I ever do to you, huh?”

I leaned against him and felt his hands grip at my hips. He pulled me so that all of my weight was against him. I braced myself on the Impala. I leaned towards him, my nose brushing his. He was getting caught up in the fantasies in his head, “remember when I was 14 and you were 19.”

He shook his head and tried to kiss me. I let our lips brush before moving up to the shell of his ear, “well I remember a very eager, Dean Winchester, who happened to break me and my boyfriend up…because ‘girls are a distraction to a hunter.’ Hmm?”

“Why would I say something stupid like that?” He asked, eyes closed, leaning even closer so that our lips were almost touching.

“Because I was dating Sammy, and you didn’t like that,” I said, opening my eyes. I had pulled out my dagger and aimed it at his jeans, “which is hilarious because you’ve been pining after a girl who’s been a minor as of a few weeks ago for years.”

“Son of a bitch,” he growled, “are you freaking kidding me right now?”

I shook my head and looked him dead in the eyes, “you ever, and I mean ever, fuck me over again…well let’s just say you won’t ever get to bang Hannah you pathetic man whore.”

He smirked, “I never fucked you over sweetheart. Kissing is a 2-way street. You kissed me back. There is some part of you that wanted me, even though you were dating Sammy.”

“I had a weakness for you Winchester men…and I was young and stupid,” I said, poking him with the knife a little. He sunk back against the Impala, “I see you for the grease ball that you are.”

“Dahlia?” Sam asked. I looked over to Sam, “Dahlia what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I said, backing away from Dean, “Just a friendly conversation.”

“Friendly with Dean like when we dated?”

I rolled my eyes, and bit my lip, “it’s not like that, Sam.”

“Sure,” he said, throwing his duffel in the back seat, “You okay with sitting in the back? Or did you and Dean want some privacy while we drove to Jericho?”

I frowned, “Sammy.”

“Oh,” Dean smiled, “this brings up memories.”

“Shut up and drive,” I growled, crawling into the back seat while Sam and Dean got in the front!”

“Alright Miss. Daisy. Cool it.”

Chapter 5

#at death's door #supernatural #john winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #angels #demons

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Wip Wednesday (but a day late)

This is part of my wip for Growth of Trial and Error. This is a fic connecting another two of my one shots. This is not edited to my usual standard but it's pretty close. I'm still working on ship week stuff so this is on the back burner for a bit till I finish that.

ya'll can use this post to ask question and shit in the tag or comments.

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Danny opens his eyes to see Tim with a small loving smile on his face. One that Danny can't help but return.

"Aww, it's almost like you got flowers in your lungs for me again!" Danny teases

"Hey! You have no room to talk, Mr. Blood Blossoms!" Tim's blush only gets worse with Danny's light laughter.

"Yeah, yeah and I'll never live that down." Tim rolls his eyes at the pun. Why did he have to bring another person who likes puns into his life, wasn't Dick enough. Danny lifts one side of the blank.

"Come on sweetheart, get in here." Now how can Tim say no to that? Tim sets down the popcorn and the veggie tray Bruce insisted they have. Tim dives into Danny and settles in for a good old murder mystery.

They get half way through the first movie when things go wrong.

"I hate that I've met people like this at galas." Tim groans.

"I hope they crash and burn. Marta deserves the inheritance at this point." Danny ends his point by popping pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

As the scene on screen changes, so does the one in Tim's living room. Danny really can't have a nice day off.

…Oh, oh no.

Danny realized what he forgot to tell Tim.

He is the ghost king and Tim has no fucking clue.

Oh Ancients, Tim is going to kill him a second time. That's a future Danny problem, present Danny has to handle an Observant with an uninformed vigilante boyfriend laying on top of him.

Tim has yet to move as he is in his civvies but Danny can feel him tensing. Danny pins Tim to his chest with his arms. The newly added pressure is hopefully comforting. Danny makes a soft rumble from his core. A signal to Tim that everything will be okay, he still doesn't relax.

"King Phantom, us Observants wish to schedule a meeting with you regarding the court-'' the eyeball in a sad imagination of jello didn't get to finish its request. It got cut off by Danny's sigh.

Danny lifts his arm. He can hear Tim's mind trying to piece together what happened.

Tim looks Danny in the eyes and says with all his heart, "What the fuck, Danny?!"

Oh Danny might be a little fucked.

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Tim is going to kill and revive his boyfriend for a second time, if he doesn't explain right now.

"So, I may have forgotten to tell you something important." Danny placates.

Danny breathes in through clenched teeth, face slightly scrunched. It was adorable, making it hard for Tim to stay upset. "I'm sorry Tim. I didn't mean to keep anything from you. I just forgot you didn't know already and I just don't talk about it by default, you know. I'm not used to not being around my parents and they don't know about any of-"

"Danny, hun, you're starting to ramble. I know how it is with your parents but please explain now.”

“Sorry. I’ll start at the beginning. So, you know how I told you how I became a teen hero after my half-death.”

“Yeah…” Tim switches from crouching to sitting on the floor, eyes squinting at Danny with suspicion. He doesn’t like where this is going.

“So, there was this one time my town was pulled into the infinite realms by the old ghost king. So I had to fight him. I won in the end but, Oh the consequences of these actions."

"Oh no."Tim said quietly, reeling at the possibilities of what the downfall of a king could be.

"Danny, Alnilam, my dearest boyfriend, I mean this with my entire chest, what the fuck?" Tim lets his head slump into Danny's arm. He was done for the day and the next two after that. He just wants to watch some murder mysteries with Danny and deal with the Ghost King shit later. It was the first day off of both Wayne Enterprises and any major case he had in weeks.

The TV's static increased in volume for a moment before setting down, as if mocking him. He side eyes the TV.

"Sweetheart, if you stop glaring at the TV and give me like 5 minutes, I can fix it." Danny lightly chuckled.

"Fine, I want to see if I'm right about what is actually going on." Tim knows who did it, he's just waiting to be proven right.

"Hey! Don't spoil it!! Not everyone is a smartass." Danny sheds the blanket as he stands, "Are you going to join me on the couch when I'm done, or are you brooding?"

"Yeah, yeah, and here you are calling me a smartass." Tim rolled his eyes. Switching from the floor to the couch, stealing Danny's blanket in the process. He's allowed to be a bit petty. It's what he deserves after this ordeal and the ones to come when they talk in depth, but that's for later. Right now, he gets to go back to watching murder mysteries with his boyfriend.

#wip wednesday #dpxdc #Petals and Arrays of The Dead and Those Yet To Be #writing wip #it's a 5 + 1 fic :)#Is this wip like a 3rd of the doc rn? yes.

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Stitches // 5

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: The reader and Matt has an interesting conversation in the hospital, Frank catches up to Billy and visits his wife for some advice.

Warnings: mentions of blood, gun violence, soft Frank

Quite a bit of POV switching!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 BONUS

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“Hey.”

Madani shut the door to my hospital room, eyes avoiding me as she walked further into the room. I could tell that she felt bad for what happened but there was no need for her too.

“Let me save you trouble of trying to convince me that this was somehow all your fault, you didn’t. I was the one that kept reaching out to you to know what was happening, Billy must’ve followed you to my place and kept tabs on me also.” forcing the lump down in her throat she finally looked up at me.

“I shouldn’t have brought you into this mess at all, you weren’t supposed to know he was back, he insisted that I didn’t rope you in this time but I needed you to talk to him.”

“He told you about what went down between us, didn’t he?” She pulled the chair closer to my bedside and sat down.

“He did and I still went behind his back and got you involved so yes, this is my fault and I’m sorry you got hurt.” she dipped her hand into the pocket of her jacket pulling out a flip phone.

“He wanted me to give this to you, it’s a burner.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I must say, it’s weird seeing you all banged up, I’m used to seeing him in this position.” I laughed but soon regretted it, my ribs hurt with the movement.

“Gotta admit, I look pretty good, all things considered.” The swelling around my eyes had gone down a lot in the eighteen hours I’ve been here. My nose still hurts like a bitch, jaw also, the doctor said those would hurt for a couple days. The rest of my body was covered in cuts and bruises that were sure to stick around for quite some time too.

“That’s something Frank would’ve said, you two are cut from the same cloth.” shaking her head she stood up.

“What about you, are you okay?” her white blouse was covered in blood, there was a cut on her cheek, her eyes were red, she was completely disheveled.

“It’s not my blood, it’s Billy’s.” she waved me off

“I put three bullets in him. It’s a long story, one I can’t tell you now because I really just came here to give you the burner and to see how you were doing, I’ll come check on you after this is all sorted out with, get some rest.”

With that she said, she left, leaving me with my thoughts and the heart monitor that kept beeping, the constant sound slowly driving me mad. The phone started vibrating and I answered it.

“Hey sweetheart, you look like shit.” Frank’s gruff voice came across the line. Scoffing, I rolled over on my side, looking out the window. He was most definitely on a rooftop somewhere in the shadows looking in.

“That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear from a man.”

“I meant that in the nicest way possible.”

“Mhm, sure you did Castle. You know it’s creepy that you’re on the roof of a building staring at me through the scope of your weapon.”

“At least that asshole was right about one thing, my girl is smart. How did you know I was on top of a roof?”

“Call it intuition.”

Frank smiled to himself as he continued to look at his lady through the scope of his rifle, he was indeed on top of a building three blocks out from the hospital. A smile played on her lips as she stared out the window, he hated the fact that he couldn’t be sitting next to her in the hospital room.

“Mahoney expects you to hand Billy over when you find him.”

“Yeah, well he better not hold his breath on that one.”

“It’s Mahoney we’re talking about here.” The door to my room opened and I craned my neck to see who it was, Matt, Karen and Foggy piled in.

“I have to go, you do what you’ve got to do and stay safe alright.”

“Yes ma’am.” hanging up I rolled onto my back, Karen and Foggy were on the brink of tears, Matt just stood there, his jaw tight.

“Are those tears for me Nelson?”

“You scared us.” both him and Karen hugged me, one of them squeezed me too tight

“I’m banged up guys, ease up on the hugs. It took you guys long enough to get here.”

“We were all hungover from last night, we had to sleep it off.”

“We’re glad you’re okay but I have to ask, you and Frank Castle?” Matt was too calm about this, I was expecting him to react differently.

“I was waiting for you to tell us yourself but you never did.”

“Hold up, you guys knew?”

“Not Foggy and Karen but I did, you smelt like him the first time you came to the office all marked up. I didn’t want to believe it but then I met him on that rooftop later that night and he smelt like you.”

“That is so wrong of you Matt, you don’t go around using your heightened sense of smell to invade people’s privacy.”

“That’s not the point, you got involved with a criminal, you could lose your career.” He definitely did not want to go down this road with me right now, considering he did the same thing.

“That’s cheap coming from you, you left Karen to be with your psycho murdering ex-girlfriend Elektra, so please spare me the bullshit Murdock.”

“She’s right and you know it Matt, you did the exact same thing so don’t come at her like that.” Foggy and Karen sided with me, she was still hurt about that. She really did like him and he led her on, making her believe that he cared for her but treated her like complete shit.

“That’s different.”

“How, how is that different? Were you two playing patty cake on your late night rendezvous? You knew what she was and still went with her.”

“She wasn’t like that when we first got together.”

“Neither was he, shit happens in our lives man and everything changes. Falling for him wasn’t something that I saw coming, it just happened.”

I don’t even know why I’m arguing with the man who thinks that he’s better than the rest of us when he’s done the same thing. The only thing that separates Matthew Murdock from Frank Castle is his fear; he’s afraid that once he crosses the line of murdering someone he wouldn’t be able to return to his usual self.

“You’re both the same whether you want to hear it or not Matt, you just hold back while Frank shows zero remorse. You’re both on the same team, your methods differ but at the end of it all, you both make sure that those scumbags don’t roam the streets of this city.”

“Okay you two, enough. It’s late and we didn’t come here to fight with one another.”

Lying back on my pillow I focused on the ceiling, a brutal headache coming on from all the arguing. Karen held onto my hand, squeezing it a couple times to gain my attention.

“He was the guy you had so much fun with.” smirking, she played with my fingers knowing that Matt could hear everything.

“So much, round after round, that man has got stamina.” Matt grunted across the room, Karen and I forcing ourselves to keep it together.

“Lucky!”

—

Frank’s POV

“Shit, Curtis”

After my stop to check on Y/N, Amy called to say she had located the man that has been hunting us down since the bar fight in Michigan, told her to stay put and got to the hotel in record time. There was a big shootout between us both and he got to Amy in the corridor on his way out, taking her hostage.

As if my night couldn’t have gotten worse, I’m back at the trailer where I left Curtis with the Senator only to walk in and not see either one of them.

Well fuck me

Reaching into my back pocket I fished out the ringing device, a deep sigh escaping me as I answered.

“Yeah?”

“How do we do this?”

“Well, he’s here. The trailer. You want him, you come get him.” Hanging up, I locked the device.

“Ah, shit. Okay, Frank. Jesus Christ.” he’s going to kill her once he realizes that I don’t have David.

Well, I'm in deep now. Looks like there's only one way out of this.

Christ

—

Y/N’s POV

“You don’t have to stay here all night with me Karen.” rolling her eyes she popped another leftover sushi roll into her mouth. Matt and Foggy were long gone and it’s well after three in the morning, she should be at home or doing anything other than sitting in a hospital chair eating sushi rolls with bad television in the background.

“I know but I don’t want you to be alone, Billy’s still out there. What if he comes back to finish the job?” she worries too much

“Billy is the least of my worries right now, Frank is.”

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I’d say the same if there weren't two people after him, Billy and a bounty hunter.”

“There’s a bounty hunter chasing him down.”

“Yup, him and the kid.”

“Damn.”

“I just hope they’re both alright.”

—

Frank’s POV

Holding onto the canister, I brought it up over my head ready to bash in John’s bloody face beneath me but he stopped me in my tracks.

“Wait, when you kill them don’t hurt my boys.” blood poured down my face from the many hits he delivered to me and now, instead of trying to fight back he just laid there, waiting for me to finish him.

“I know who you are, you’re the whirlwind.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” tossing the canister off to the side I watched as he hauled himself up on his feet.

“They have your kids and they need you. So when you’re done cleaning up yourself at whatever hole you’re staying in, you’re going to call and let them know that you’ve finished the job and that you’re coming to get your boys back.”

"Okay, you have my word."

"Good because I don't need to tell you what happens if you try to cross me again."

Amy pulled up in the car and got out, running directly into my arms. She was crying and I held onto her tight as she cried into my chest. My eyes never left John's retreating body until he drove off into the night.

One thing handled, now it's time to find Billy.

-----

Y/N’s POV

"So wait, he broke out of prison and into your house. Instead of calling the cops you had hot sex with him then he left the next morning. He returned a while later, you two had more hot, steamy sex, again and now you both reunite a year after of silence." Karen was trying to wrap her head around the thought.

"And we won’t be having hot, steamy sex anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“He walked out on me last time, yes, I am most definitely still upset about that.” she quietly sat there staring at me and the longer she did, the more uncomfy out I got.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to picture you both together.”

“Okay, enough of me and Frank for tonight, what about you? What are you going to do about Matt?” she still loved him despite the way things went down between them, she can try to hide it from me but I know her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please K, you still look at him the same way.”

“There’s nothing to do, sadly.”

—

Frank’s POV

Amy is passed out on the couch, her snores are the only sound in the trailer. I am very much still wide awake, the shower I took after John left woke me up even more. I lost track of how many times I’ve opened and closed the flip phone in my hand as I contemplated on calling Y/N just to hear her voice.

She’s most likely asleep Frank, don’t disturb her.

The sunlight began peaking through the window casting a warm glow in the trailer. Another day and Billy is still out there, probably long gone from New York by now. Wherever he is, he better hope I don’t cross paths with him. The device started vibrating in my hold

“Yeah?”

“Hey man, Billy just called me, he’s at the centre.” Pushing myself up to my feet I grabbed my jacket and loaded weapon.

“He’s hurt pretty bad man, shouldn’t take you long to do what you need to do.” hanging up I looked over at the kid again making sure that she was still asleep before heading out. I stuck the gun in the waistband of my jeans, fixing my shirt and jacket to conceal it.

There were so many things that I wanted to do to him for everything he’s done but if he’s already bleeding out I’d just have to speed up the process. Flashes of Maria, Lisa and Junior ran through my mind with each step I took. Maria was smiling over at me and the kids were just off to the side playing, God I missed them.

Then Y/N popped up in my mind also, the morning after we slept together the first time. Her hair was sprawled out on her pillow, her gorgeous smile on her face as she looked up at me. It was at that moment I knew that she was special, she saw the real me and didn’t run in the opposite direction.

The same thing that happened to Mariah and the kids could’ve happened to Y/N and that thought alone is enough to have me seeing red. I’ve been beating myself up for not killing him last year when I had the chance, he would’ve never gotten the chance to harm her.

The building where Curtis has his vet meetings came into view and I quickened my steps, avoiding the occasional morning joggers on the pavement.

Today is the day he dies.

The door slammed shut behind me and I immediately reached for the gun in my waistband.

“Curt, Curtis, here.” Billy weakly called out

“I knew you’d come and…” his words died off once I stepped into the room as him

“Frankie.” he laughed which then turned into a coughing fit as he struggled to breathe. Standing in front of his sorry ass, I wanted to slam his head against the wall.

“You don’t look so good. Of course it’s you, I should’ve known.” for someone who’s bleeding out he talks too damn much.

“You should have known that I wasn’t going to let you get away after what you did to my girl. I told you, my face would be the last thing you see.”

“Frank, I’m s-”

I didn’t hesitate to fire two bullets into his chest before walking right out the building.

I’ve heard enough of Billy and his lies for a lifetime

Dipping into my pocket, I retrieved my phone dialing Y/N’s number. It rang a couple times before her sweet voice came through.

“Hey you.”

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?”

“Better now that I’m hearing from you.”

“Could you be more cheesy?” a muffled voice came from the background

“Someone’s there with you?”

“Yeah, Karen. She stayed with me all night. Also, it looks like I’ll be getting out of here later on today.”

“That’s good news baby, I’ll come see you after I finish dealing with something.”

“Alright just-”

“Be safe, promise.”

—

Y/N’s POV

“You sure you’re going to be alright staying here alone?”

“Yes, Matt, I’ll be alright.”

I might actually get a good night’s sleep now that Billy’s dead. Mahoney and Madani were lucky enough to catch me before I got discharged from the hospital. Apparently she put ‘five’ bullets into him instead of three but I know Frank put the other two there himself.

“Go on, you guys get home, you all have a long day at the office tomorrow.” holding the door open I waited for the trio to leave my apartment. They made it their business to stay with me all evening since I got the all clear to go home.

“Are you putting us out to go to bed or is Castle coming over?” Foggy quirked his eyebrow, downing the rest of his beer.

“I don’t know where he is at the moment and I don’t care, I just want to shower and get to bed.” finally giving in they cleaned up the living room, throwing the empty take out boxes into the bin and collected their stuff.

“We’re not pressing you tonight only because you’re banged up.”

“Sure Nelson.” The three of them hugged me on their way out, with a final wave I locked the door and went to do exactly what I said I was going to do.

—

Frank’s POV

“Hey Maria.”

I was sitting on the grass in the cemetery, I just got finished tying up the loose ends of Amy’s problem and dropping her off at the trailer. It’s been a long ass day and I needed some advice. The stars in the sky were bright this time at night, there weren't any cars driving by or anyone else here for that matter.

“I finally got him, he can’t hurt anyone else now.” Playing with the blades of grass at my fingertips I looked up at the sky.

“You know, last time I was here I was apologizing to you and the kids.” I vividly remember being a mess that morning, I was apologizing for moving on, I shouldn’t have had to but it was eating me up inside.

That was the morning I walked out on Y/N without properly breaking things off between us, I still hate myself for writing that fucking letter. I didn’t overstay my welcome in New York like I told her, truth is, I was scared and constantly felt guilty. Scared because I was letting someone else in after being married to the woman that was the love of my life and I feared the same thing would happen again; it almost did, at least this time I could’ve saved Y/N from having that same fate.

Everyday during the two months that Y/N and I were together I would think about Maria and feel guilty for being with someone who wasn’t her. That guilt was eating away at me and no matter how much I tried to talk about how I truly felt, I found myself avoiding having the conversation. I mean, how was I supposed to look at Y/N and say that I feel bad for falling for you? I couldn’t, so I did what I do best, I left.

“She’s amazing Maria. She’s tough, smart, has a big heart, she always sees the best in people who don’t see it in themselves; myself included. She’s too good for me Maria, she knows what type of person I am, she’s seen all bad in me yet she still accepts me, loves me.”

And you love her, so don’t mess it up. Hold onto her and don’t let her slip away.

“Yes, I do love her and it’s terrifying, feeling like this for someone again but I’m not running this time.”

I'm holding on to her.

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solarwriting · 3 years

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guns and gifts

carl gallagher x fem!reader

request: Hey! I hope I can send you a request for Karl Gallagher of Shameless. Maybe Karl and y / n were a couple before jail, and after leaving jail he came to her to ask her for forgiveness. y / n doesn't forgive him and he starts giving her gifts and apologizing every day. Then everything is at your discretion. Happy ending please💛 from @powerpuffluuvv

genere: fluff + angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, ooc carl

posted on april 18, 2021

puppy love. thirteen year-olds holding hands and sharing stolen kisses. it was a sweet relationship that could’ve grown and matured with the two teens as they did. instead carl found himself a job on the corner and when he got caught y/n was done. fiona tried to get through to the boy, asking him to apologize but he brushed her off.

“can i please just talk to him? maybe he’ll listen to me.” y/n pleaded with the lawyer.

fiona stepped in, “it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

“five minutes.” the lawyer relented.

y/n thanked him and rushed into the room where he sat. he squinted at her through the glasses fiona gave him. “i’m not fuckin’ sorry. i wish i was smarter about it. i wouldn’t have used chuckie as a mule.”

“you know what. if you don’t tell that judge you’re fucking sorry and that you’ve learned from your mistakes i will never speak to you again.” y/n exited the room quickly letting the ultimatum hang in the air as the door slammed behind her.

during the hearing her eyes were trained on the back of his head, hoping she could somehow will him to do the right thing. she kept her arms crossed as she leaned back. kev and v were sat next to her, waiting anxiously to see what he’d say.

“i’m going to make juvie my bitch.” as soon as he said those words, y/n sighed, getting up from her seat, shouldering her back and slipping out of the courtroom as they hauled carl away. he caught her eye before she left, she froze for a moment before shaking her head and making her exit.

time passed and she still spent time with the rest of the gallaghers, she lived across the street so it would have been hard not too. she helped take care of liam when needed and she got a job at patsy’s with fiona’s help.

the day carl came back had been a surprise for everyone, y/n was helping fiona with making dinner after a shift at patsy’s. the front door had slammed shut and, thinking it was debbie, fiona asked if she got a message about hamburger buns. y/n’s eyes shot up when a much deeper voice responded, “nah, it’s just me.”

excited, fiona rushed towards the boy, wrapping him up in a hug. hugging back, he looked up throwing a wave to y/n who was rooted in place, “hey, y/n.”

snapping herself back into reality she lurched forward wiping her hands and grabbing her things, pulling her bag over her shoulder and gripping her keys tightly she looked back at the boy as fiona fussed over his new appearance. “fuck you, carl.” she spat, slamming the back door shut behind her.

y/n managed to avoid carl at school the next day, he was too busy with “his boy” nick and his new white boy carl personality and selling illegal weapons in the bathrooms to bother her anyways. she rushed to patsy’s as soon as school ended and began her shift.

she spent the afternoon rushing from table to table, taking orders, passing out food, and pouring coffee. she was pouring coffee for a couple sitting near the front door when the bell twinkled, signaling a new customer.

her back turned to the door and her focus pointed and the coffee she was pouring she greeted the customer quickly, “take a seat anywhere and i’ll be right with you darling.” she smiled at the couple before turning around, finding herself face to face with white boy carl himself. “get the fuck out.”

y/n rushed away from him, pouring coffee for a man sat at the counter. carl followed, “please just talk to me, y/n.”

“she doesn’t want to talk to you, man.” the customer spoke up as y/n placed the coffee pot on the burner.

“what the fuck did you just say to me?” carl asked the man.

he stood up, “i told you she doesn’t want to talk. so leave.”

y/n stepped in before a physical altercation broke out, “thank so much, sir, but i can fight my own battles.” she pushed carl towards the door, “out.” she kept pushing him despite his protests, “get the fuck out. go.”

the door slammed behind them, and carl began to speak, “no, you’re going to shut your fucking mouth and listen. i don’t want to listen to you. i don’t want to talk to you. and i don’t even want to see you but that last one might be a little fucking impossible since we’re neighbors and i work with your sister so i’m going to be civil towards you but i will only acknowledge your existence when it is absolutely necessary. clear?”

carl began to protest but y/n cut him off, “are we fucking clear?” carl grumbled an agreement and y/n sighed, “good, now get the fuck out if here. i have to go back to work.”

y/n rushed back into the diner, throwing herself back into work. hoping she looked busy enough to keep the nosy man from before to leave her alone, she poured more coffee, took orders, passed out plates. until her shift ended and she could finally take the l back home.

the next run in with carl happened two days later, she was walking home from school, thankful for the day off from work when carl and nick pulled up on a bike. “y/n! wait!”

sighing, y/n whipped around, “i thought i told you i didn’t want to talk to you.”

“i have something for you.” carl explained as he got closer, y/n ignored him and started walking again, the bike quickly catching up with her. “here.”

y/n scoffed, eyeing the bag, “whatever it is i don’t want it.”

“it’s a book, debbie told me you wanted to read it.”

y/n sped up, “no thanks, already read it.” she didn’t care what book it was, she didn’t want anything from him. she took this moment to cross the street, the passing cars making it difficult for the boys on the bike to follow.

she entered the gallagher house hoping carl would be too busy to come home for a few hours while she watched liam. “i get off at nine, if anyone else comes home you’re welcome to leave but i plan on bringing something back for dinner if you want to stick around for that.”

“of course i’ll stay. me and liam are going to have a great time. isn’t that right liam?” y/n asked the toddler who nodded enthusiastically. fiona thanked her and rushed out the door.

y/n put on a movie, which liam fell asleep watching about thirty minutes in. y/n got up and stretched when the movie ended, adjusting the blanket she threw over liam when he fell asleep. she walked in the kitchen, stiff from sitting for so long. she pulled out a can of pop from the fridge and leaned her back against the fridge, using to stretch her body more.

the door swung open and carl walked in, “good you’re hear, i have something else for you.”

“whatever it is, i don’t want it.” y/n sighed into her drink.

“it’s a necklace, here.” he opened the velvet box to show her an expensive looking necklace.

she turned away from him, “no thanks.” walking back into the living room. “go somewhere else please, i have to watch liam.”

carl sighed before exiting the house with nick, who had been hanging back by the door during the exchange. he nodded to nick and the two rolled out to go do god knows what.

that night fiona came home with food, the entire gallagher clan plus kev and v enjoyed. there were enough people that y/n managed to avoid speaking to carl the entire evening. every time he tried to speak to her she’d find someone to talk to, she talked lip about something she had to do for school, ian told her about trevor, and her and debbie talked about anything.

v even pointed out the strange behavior when carl was left looking slightly dejected to fiona, who just shrugged in response.

“thank you fiona, goodnight everyone.” y/n called as she stepped out the back door. she crossed the street quickly and made it home, which as usual was empty, the rest of her family nowhere to be found.

she sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and kicking of her shoes as soon as she made it to her room. she threw herself back on her bed yelping when she collided with something hard. she jumped up only to see the jewelry box and book carl had bought her. she set her beer down and pulled the box open, smiling at the necklace. it was gold, with a small tear shaped pendant that held some sort of crystal or diamond.

she set the box next to her beer, which she grabbed and took sip of as she grabbed the book. it was actually something she’d been wanting, she rolled her eyes before opening it to the first page.

the next fee days followed a similar pattern, carl would stop her at school and work and even his own house to offer her gifts, which she would refuse, which would always end up on her bed at the end of the day. on a particularly rough day, y/n had enough. she was walking home from school, carl (who was alone this time) behind her, like clockwork offering another gift.

“carl, please just leave me alone. i don’t have the energy to deal with you.” y/n said not stopping. carl made a comment and y/n snapped, “god i’m not going to forgive you because you chose to go to juvie. you could have just apologized and gotten parole but that didn’t happen. and i’m not going to be your girlfriend again because i don’t even know who you are any more, this thug personality doesn’t look good on you.” y/n sighed rushing away before he could answer.

she was suddenly thankful for the day off, deciding to spend it all alone at home. it was a friday and her weekend was also free so she spent the next few days home alone. her family was gone of course, they only only seemed to show up once a month just to leave again the same day.

sunday evening y/n laid in the couch watching what was on tv when there was a knock on the door. y/n groaned, getting up to answer it freezing when carl was revealed on the other side. he looked small, he was curled into himself and he looked sad. his braids were out, soft curls in the place. “hey, y/n.” he said softly. y/n wordlessly moved out of the way to let him in.

“i’m done. no more sell drugs, guns, anything. something happened, with nick and i don’t want that to be my life anymore.” his voice cracked and y/n instinctively wrapped him into a hug, squeezing protectively. he cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly, scared to let her go.

“hey,” y/n spoke softly, running her fingers through his hair, “you’re okay. i got you.” once carl calmed down, he pulled away but y/n held onto him, hands on his face.

“i really miss you y/n. and i know i was awful before but all i want to do is be with you. i love you.” he sighed, his hands holding her wrists.

y/n pulled him closer, “i love you, too, idiot.” carl gave her a lopsided smiled before surging forward to connect their lips in a hot kiss. y/n stumbled backwards before backing into the wall behind her. carl bit on her lip softly causing her breath to catch in her throat. she tugged on his hair and he squeezed her hips. she pulled away for breath, pressing her forehead to his, “my room?” breathless carl nodded pressing a quick kiss to her lips before they rushed to her room.

the next morning the front door slammed opened, “y/n! i’m going to kill fiona!” debbie stormed through the house bursting into y/n’s room where she was laying next to a topless carl, wearing only his t-shirt, “oh my god! ew!” debbie shielded her eyes from the sight before her.

“hey, debs.” y/n mumbled, sheepishly.

debbie groaned, “just get dressed, we have school.”

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patrickswhore · 3 years

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Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

“....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”

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