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meowzfordayz · 7 months

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when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. 🥰

when you’re inebriated and don’t recognize them — gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: alcohol, explicit language

Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch me”

~faqs~

“Don’t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!”

*big sigh* 🥲

Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward

Thank goodness we’re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers 🙃

“I’ll bite you!” 😤

Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing 🥴

The man is a wall 🧱

“Please,” he tries again, “Let me help you.”

You huff, eyes rolling, “I don’t need help.”

“Your shoes are still on, as is your coat, and you’re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.” 🤨

Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further 😒

“How do you know?” you scoff, “Maybe I’m taking the long way around.” 🙄

“Love, I live here,” he can’t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, “I live here with you.”

“No,” you snort, “You wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.” 😌

“And where might he be?” Gyomei asks politely

“He-” your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, “I’m not sure.” 😖

“Well how about you call him?”

Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket

“Hey Siri, call The Love of my Life.”

Interesting Gyomei’s heart flutters —> you’ve never actually showed him his contact info

—Fortunately for you, he’s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you

—What happens when you’re drunk, stays with when you were drunk 😉

“NO WAY!” you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, “YOU’RE HIM?!” 😳🤯😭

“Yes, love,” Gyomei chuckles tiredly, “I’m him.”

“I’m sooooo sorry,” you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, “I’m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,” gasping dramatically, “Gyyyomeeeei!!!!!”

“As flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,” you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench 😮‍💨

Aforementioned stranger’s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears 🤗

The hell is this guy on? 🧐

“I promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,” Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefully

“Oh yeah?” you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, “What’s his name then?”

“Rengoku Kyojuro!” he immediately answers, still grinning, “Not many people look like him…” ❤️‍🔥

Your face crinkles as you take in the man’s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff

“Nice try,” you smirk, “But if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldn’t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.” 😌

*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didn’t want to walk and definitely wasn’t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* 😝

Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions

Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick 😅

(it usually does — he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason 🫢)

“PUT ME DOW- 🤬 BAAABYYY! 😍” you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, “You do love meee!!!!!”

“I absolutely do,” he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, “After all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?” 🥺

“Right!” you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, “M’gonna sleep now, ‘kay?” 🥱

Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles 🥰

“Of course. Sweet dreams, my heart.” 😴

Send help pls and ty 🙃

This man is at his wit’s end

On one hand, you’re refusing to Uber home with him 😕

On the other hand, he can’t just leave you at the bar 😒

And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isn’t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, because

“For fuck’s sake, I’m literally your boyfriend!” 😐

“My boyfriend would never speak to me like that!” you retort, eyes narrowed 😠

Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesn’t know how to speak in any other way

“Because your boyfriend’s so damn perfect?” he growls, “Doesn’t ever cuss or lose his patience?”

“Well,” you begin pertly, “He is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower together…” ☺️

Sanemi is very pink rn 😃

He’s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again 🫠

“... but he,” you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, “But he’s so ruuude,” wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, “He teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-”

“And what?” he asks dryly

You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you — despite your resolute rejections of him, “I think you might actually be my boyfriend.” 😭

He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides

“Sanemi,” you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice

“Mmm, darling?” his own rich with amusement

“I want to go home,” you mumble 😔

“You sure?” he smirks fondly, “Even with me?”

Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat 💓

Dismay might as well be Giyuu’s middle name

Because he has no idea how he’s going to get you home 😓

Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next

And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance 😬

Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasn’t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) 🙃

Shit

“Hey,” he waves at you, heart in his throat

“Hey yourself,” you glance up at him, frowning, “I told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.” 😒

The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger 😃

For Giyuu, that is 😭

“I know, I know,” he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, “I just… I think you should go home.”

“As in, go home with you?” 🤨

“Uh…” yes 😞

“Look, you’re super attractive and all, but you’re not my boyfriend.” 🙄

Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall 😵

Repeatedly 😵

Internally, ofc 💀

“What if I was?” he winces as his voice cracks at the end 🥲

Damn it 🫠

“Well that would mean breaking up with my boyfriend…”

He’s staring at you equally exasperated and in love 😖🥰

All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan 😐

“Speaking of which, where is he?” you mutter 😕

I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! 🫨

Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall

+screaming every time he makes contact

Internally, ofc

“Can I at least give you my number?” 🥺

“How about this,” you snap, “You find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if that’s okay.”

Regret isn’t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again 😎

🧐🧐🧐 <— you rn

“It’s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.” 🥳

You blink

He holds his breath

“Y’know what,” you finally say, “I believe you.”

Giyuu doesn’t bother digging for details

He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest 💞), and heads toward the exit

—

“Why did that convince you?” he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead

You smile slyly—despite your pulsating headache—all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, “Because only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.” 😌

“Heyyyyy,” he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, “That’s not very nice.” ☹️

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

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24hlevi · 5 months

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— nsfw alphabet

cha hyunsoo (sweet home) x fem!reader

summary: a nsfw alphabet with hyunsoo

warnings: language, nsfw,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

hyunsoo usually falls asleep before any aftercare can be done, because he just gets so worn out and tired that he basically just plops on top of you and passes out. if he lasts longer without falling asleep then he’ll get you some water or anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hyunsoo’s favorite part of your body is your hips and thighs, which he grips incredibly hard and sometimes leaves bruises on your skin. favorite part of his body is likely his hands, they’re quite skilled with all the video games he plays.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when hyunsoo cums, he lets out the prettiest groan mixed with a whine you will ever hear.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hyunsoo has always dreamed about getting a blowjob while on the mic playing video games, but he has yet to admit it to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hyunsoo is not experienced at all, but with some help and encouragement, he learns fairly fast.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or cowgirl, as long as he is able to see your face while he's fucking you, he's good with it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hyunsoo is a more serious person in general, so he's more serious when having sex, however, he might chuckle at a joke or when you struggle to get his belt off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let's be honest, he probably doesn't groom much down there, it's not like terrible or irritating, but there's definitely a patch of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sooooo romantic when it comes down to it. he just wants to hold you and make you feel loved even if he gets rough with you, he's still incredibly romantic with it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

hyunsoo definitely jacks off when you aren't around and he's horny, if you leave a piece of clothing in his apartment he will hold it close to him while he does it to be reminded of you and how he wishes it was you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise, duh, overstimulation, edging, maybe some roleplay

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the privacy of his apartment or your place strictly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when he sees you wearing his clothes, when you’re cooking, when you pull on his hair while kissing, lots of things

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything where he is hurting you physically, he can degrade you to some extent but his hands are not hitting you in any shape or form, even on the ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't have a preference, he loves getting head as much as he loves eating you out, he surprisingly knows how to use his tongue almost expertly against you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on his mood, most of the time he is pretty slow and more romantic with it, and then there are other times where he is just blowing your back out into the mattress

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't like them that much, he likes to take his time with you and have a nice buildup, so unless he's randomly horny at some point, it's not gonna happen

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s open to experiment to some extent, he won't try anything really crazy but the more normal stuff he's okay with. he doesn't take a lot of risks, either

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in the beginning, like two rounds and he's done. now, he's up to a steady four before passing out beside you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he never had toys at first until he met you, then he realized how fun they could be, he definitely prefers to use them on you than having them be used on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hyunsoo is not one to tease that much, unless he feels like it, then his hands are grazing across your body and waist while he mumbles what he wants to do into your ear. he loves when you tease him though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hyunsoo is pretty quiet, letting out a few occasional groans or whines, but he gets louder the closer he gets to cumming and will get so whiny and just starts babbling about how much he needs you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hyunsoo loves when you're on top as much as he loves being on top, he enjoys seeing you above him working yourself and him to an orgasm to the point he will flip you over just to pound into you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it's definitely on the higher side, because of him never having the opportunity to actually have sex instead of just jerking off, so be prepared in the beginning especially for him to be constantly asking for you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

super fast, like once he's done he is done you won't get anything from him after that. he won't wait to see if you're asleep he just passes the fuck out with his arms around you

#sweet home #sweet home netflix #sweet home x reader #sweet home hc #sweet home imagines #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #cha hyunsoo #cha hyun soo x reader #cha hyunsu x reader #hyun soo imagine #hyun soo hcs #hyunsu imagine #hyunsu hcs #hyunsoo imagine #hyunsoo hcs

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pupyuj · 6 months

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I NEED YUNJIN SO BADLY. AHHHHHHHHHH

pretty girl.. i need to write for the ssera girlies more omg 😩

she's sooooo fwb coded SAWRY????? but it's not the secret kind of fwb, yk? like it,s fun, it's exciting, and she fucks you so good omfg 😩 it's the kind of situation where everybody knows you and your best friend are fucking and instead of berating you both for it, nobody really cares 😭 like, your friends are not all surprised whenever they see you in one of yunjin's shirts, and it became so normal for you to not wear pants whenever you were over at yunjin's dorm so her roommate chaewon doesn't really get shocked at the sight anymore 😭😭

but g!p fwb yunjin who has to have you on her lap every time you were around?? she probably doesn't even let you sit on an actual seating furniture and it's all just an excuse for her to feel your ass on her bulge and cup your boobs whenever people aren't looking,,, and she's a pain in the ass during slumber parties with move nights bcs she would have you cockwarm her while all of your friends are around?!?!?! yunjin using the "i'm cold" excuse and everybody knows it's your job as her best friend to tend to her so 🙄 but you never complained once bcs you did love feeling her cock in your pussy... and the risk of getting caught just excites you, especially when yunjin reaches over and circles your clit gently just to rile you up,,, nobody talked about how the two of you retreated to your shared room that night! everybody knew you were getting your shit rocked by your bff yet again 🤭

and she definitely sends you risky pics when you're out and about 😭 like you'd be chilling in a restaurant w a friend and boom, 24 dick pics were sent to you and you choke on your pasta 😭😭 yunjin would even send you vids of her jacking herself off?? moaning your name and whining about how you should just go home so she can breed you :((( ofc you don't run home immediately bcs you weren't rude, but you definitely let yunjin keep you up all night 😈 giving her your permission to just use you as she pleases just to make up for the cruel hours you left her to take care of herself... your neighbours definitely hate the two of you 😩

you literally fuck anywhere it's almost insane omfg.. visiting a new art exhibit in support of the owner who yunjin happened to know but completely ignoring all the gorgeous pieces presented and hiding away at some corner to fuck bcs yunjin couldn't hold herself back after seeing you in your skin tight dress 🫠 going to the aquarium as a cute little sunday getaway and ending up sucking yunjin off in her car bcs she looked so handsome w her stupid outfit and the fake thick glasses 🫣🫣 and let's not even get started in the changing rooms GIRL... i'll leave that to ya'll's imaginations now...

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oneofthetorturedpoets · 28 days

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Can you write a Melissa Schemmenti x reader, which Melissa writes like secret like cute notes to us but like we don't know it's from her and it being like all fluff and stuff please also maneater was sooooo good ❤️😭

melissa schemmenti x reader

(not proofread please ignore any errors 😭)

old fashioned lover.

“i just wish some things were still old fashioned, everything’s online now” you comment as you open the break room fridge “like buy me flowers, write me letters, something real” Janine nods along.

little do you know, melissa is taking mental notes of everything you say.

the first note you got, you thought it was from a student.

you walk into your class room, seeing a folded white sheet of paper on your desk. you opened the little note up.

'you are an amazing teacher, when you first came to abbott, I could tell you were going to make this place better than it has ever been'

you slide the paper into your drawer, smiling at the kind words.

the second note made you assume you had a secret admirer. there was a bouquet of beautiful flowers with the note inside.

'your smile lights up any room you walk into. just seeing you makes my day'

you grab the flowers, bringing them up to your nose to smell them. Barbara walks up to the door.

"you got yourself a special someone?" she asks, knowing very well who sent them.

you turn around, smiling. "yes, apparently. but I have no idea who it is, they aren't giving me anything to go off of"

she smirks. "don't worry, time will tell" her words only confusing you more.

the third note gave you a little hint at who it was.

'the night when we all went to the bar after the last school year ended is forever burned into my mind. your hair was perfectly curled, the outfit you wore bringing out your eyes. every time you looked over at me, my heart jumped out of my chest. it's impossible to not fall in love with you.'

you remember that night, you and the entire abbott crew went out for drinks after completing yet another school year. your secret admirer is between Jacob, Ava, Barbara, Melissa, Gregory, and Janine. there is no way its any of them, Jacob is gay, Ava and Janine are straight, Barbara is married, Melissa is messing around with that firefighter, and Gregory is still in love with Janine.

who the hell is it?

the fourth note made you even more confused.

'I've tried to move on from you, I even got into a serious relationship thinking if I tried to ignore my feelings for you, they would go away. I was so wrong. I felt like a shitty person because I kept comparing them to you. I learned then that no one can compare to you.'

in the break room, you're showing Janine the note. "it has to be someone in our group." she says, you nod. "could it be Melissa? she has been the only one who was in a serious relationship and broke it off?"

you laugh. "no way, she wouldn't feel that way about me. plus she has that one guy. bob? rob? I don't know, I just know she is way out of my league... I wish though, you know how long i've liked her" Janine shrugs.

Melissa, who is right outside the door, heard everything. you liked her back?

it's 8pm on friday, you're on your couch in your pajamas, watching your latest obsession when there is a bunch of loud persistent knocks on your door. "Jesus! I'm coming!"

you get up, running to your door. you open it, revealing an out of breath Melissa. "Melissa? are you okay?" she nods, trying to catch her breath.

"i'm sorry, I just need to get this out. I heard what you said in the break room about your feelings for me-" you cut her off.

"shit. I didn't mean for-"

"don't. let me get this out, y/n. I've been writing those notes for you. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if you found out it was me, I just wanted to make sure you knew there was someone out there who loved you. I never thought you would feel the same about me. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've loved you." your eyes go wide. not sure what to say, you pull her into you. looking into her eyes for permission. she gives you a little nod. you gently press into her, her lips soft against your.

you pull away. "what about your firefighter guy? weren't you seeing him?"

she shakes her head. "it was one night, just for fun and I hated every second of it." she pulls you in again.

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beomcoups · 6 months

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More Than You Know

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: werewolf!Vernon x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, angst, horror au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18)+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (giving and receiving), fingering cursing, mention of a shotgun and blood, minor character death (I made sure not to make it graphic)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A night of fright is no delight, as your boyfriend harbors a secret that changes the trajectory of your lives.

𝐀𝐍: This is for the Halloween event hosted by @kpopsblackcreatorsociety with the full moon prompt. thank you sooooo much to @hobeemin and @wooahaeproductions for reading this over me at the last minute 🖤

Taking naps with Vernon had become one of your favorite pastimes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his hand conveniently placed on your butt so he could wake up and grab it whenever he liked. His scent was warm, with a hint of spice that left you feeling invigorated around him. He brought a stillness to your spirit, a light to your soul like a burning candle in the dark. You could depend on him; he had never let you down. He was the perfect guy. There’s just one problem: he is a werewolf.

It’s a secret you have kept to yourself for almost a year now. You weren’t sure how Vernon thought you couldn’t figure it out since you have a master's in mythology and surround yourself with folklore all day long as the professor of folklore in your small town. You noticed that he had to “work late” every full moon, and sometimes he would come home with bruises all over him. Vernon did security at the local club in your small town, so you first thought he got into scuffles with drunks. But one night, you went to surprise him at his old house, and he was in mid-transformation. His backbones formed into one of an animal, and you got the hell out of dodge before he fully developed. You weren’t sure if he could control himself once in that feral state, but you weren’t stupid enough to find out. He doesn’t know that you know these things, and you aren’t sure how to bring it up to him. It’s awkward for you and especially for him, as you know it’s hereditary. You only know the history that he has told you and what you have dug up in the archives at the local library. Your relationship is solid, and you are in love with him, but in the back of your mind, you wonder if he would ever hurt you. You had to prepare yourself for that with silver bullets if it happened.

“Hey.” Vernon mutters something unintelligible that makes you giggle, his lips barely brushing against your forehead. Not wanting to get out of his embrace, you reluctantly move his arm from across your body, slowly getting up and grabbing your phone. You look at the time and curse, realizing it's a quarter until seven, and you overslept. You meant to make him dinner before he headed out for the evening; you try to do what you can to make nights during the full moon a bit easier for him. It’s the least you can do to care for him without him knowing, you know. I guess I can make him a steak, you think to yourself as you brush your teeth. You are so lost in thought about tonight’s worries that you don’t notice Vernon get out of bed, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you pout, rinsing your mouth.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” His sweet voice pulls at your heartstrings. “You do enough for me as it is.”

He turns you around, kissing you amorously, his manly hands sliding up your butt and squeezing it nicely. His thumb flirts with the hem of your shorts, sending chills through your body as he pulls them down and exposes your bare bottom. His eyes widen at the pretty sight, slowly getting on his knees and coming face with your center. Vernon loves it when you don’t wear any panties, as it gives him an excuse to eat you out whenever he wants. “Why do you do this to me?” He whispers, licking his lips. “Because you like it.” Your mouth curves into a mischievous grin as you feel him greet your clit with his tongue, a sigh of satisfaction escaping your lips. Your hand caresses the back of his head as he takes care of you, sucking on you like a starved, dehydrated man. He cares for you so well, holding your legs with his hands without losing his grip. Maybe it is the beast in him that has him eating you so well, but you aren’t complaining. “Vernon,” you moan. “ I love you.”

This was his way of showing he loved you back, eating you out sweetly but rough enough to send you to the clouds. His nails start to dig into your thighs, lapping up your juices with some of it dripping down his chin. You feel good, light as a feather, as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Do you like the way I take care of my girl?” His voice is sultry, taunting you as your legs start to shake.

“Y-yes,” you nod desperately. “You are the best I’ve ever had.”

Feeling him smirk against your inner thigh, you gasp when he slips his fingers inside, moving them in a way that drives you crazy. Your own fingers are entangled in his hair, and your whimpers and moans serenade your bathroom until you reach your peak shortly after. You keep grinding your hips to his movements until your body forces you to stop. Vernon finds this amusing, watching you babble incoherently while he stands you up and slowly takes off your clothes. He always said you looked so cute when you came, and all he wanted to do was protect you like you were a doll. How can you not fall in love with a guy like that? I’d fall in love with him! “I love you,” he kisses your temple. “But I gotta shower and head out the door. Let’s take a shower together.” You nod as he turns on the shower head, getting in first and letting the water hit your body. He comes in shortly after, his defined abs flexing with every movement he makes. You love Vernon enough not to let him leave the house unsatisfied, so you take it upon yourself to get on your knees and suck his cock until he fills your mouth with his cum. His rough strokes and needy whines make you feel you’re wanted in a way like no one else would be able to do this better than you can. It’s arrogant, you know it, but to be quite honest, you didn’t give a damn. He finishes, leaving playful kisses all over your face, giving you a temporary distraction about the impending full moon and whether he will be okay. It’s not an ordinary moon, as it's called the Hunter’s Moon. Legend has it that the moon is bright and long enough for the hunter to stalk its prey. You look outside the window; the yellow orb shines like a beacon in the darkness. The trees sway with the wind, sending a chill down your spine that feels unnatural. You quickly leave the shower, change into comfortable sweats and a tank top, and head downstairs to locate your gun. You feel relieved finding it where you last left it, a pump action shotgun you hid behind your bookshelf that you could grab in case of emergency. You hate feeling like you are in survival mode, but if there is anything that your masters in mythology taught you, it is that you have to expect the unexpected. “Babe.” You meet Vernon in the living room, where he is dressed for “work” in loose-fitted clothes and a taser gun in his holster. You feel uneasy, a sickening pit in your stomach like something will go wrong tonight. If only you could talk to him about what you know, it would make you feel better about this situation. “I need your help with my shoe,” he announces, pointing at his right foot. “Wha—” Before you can register what’s happening, Vernon pulls you into his lap, kissing you passionately as if he were going on a long trip. You instantly melt in his arms, your heart swelling with the amount of love you have for him. “I love you, okay?” he whispers. “I know,” you clear your throat. “Be careful out there, please. Come home to me in one piece.” He nods, walking out the door and pulling out of the driveway. You occupied yourself while Vernon was gone by cleaning your house from top to bottom and baking a devil’s food cake.

You don’t bake often, but you need a distraction from tonight, and this was the best you could think of. Watching TV didn't work, as every channel was related to something supernatural or Halloween-related. You took your sweet time baking this treat, smoothing the chocolate frosting over each cake layer. Vernon will love this, you thought to yourself as you set it out on the counter. Chocolate was his favorite thing in the world, and you wanted him to eat something that felt like home after a long night.

By the time you finished everything, it was well past midnight. Several yawns and another shower later, you collapse on the bed from fatigue. Silence takes over your space; you can’t even hear a cricket. Please, god, bring him home safe, you prayed as you cuddled into your blanket. Your wish couldn’t have been more ominous as a mist starts to circle the moon.

BANG! A crash came from outside, followed by scrapes and bangs, waking you from deep slumber. You fumble around in the dark, locating your phone and looking at the time. Great, it's almost five, you grumble as you put on your slippers. The obnoxious noise gets louder as you go downstairs, irritating you further as you have dealt with raccoons digging in your trash before. You survey your living room and kitchen, ensuring the noise isn’t coming from inside. You amble to your back door, flipping the switch on to give yourself more light. However, the lightbulb flickers and sparks before it goes out completely. Your paranoia kicks in, and your heart beats faster. You have seen enough scary movies to know what could happen. Grabbing a bat next to the door, you peek out of the window, your hand slowly turning on the knob. Waiting a few more seconds, you swing the door open, ready to face what awaits you outside. “Hello?” You call out. Nothing. Silence. You slowly walk around your property, holding your breath until you locate the knocked-over trash cans with yesterday’s lunch sprawled in the dirt. Irritated, you mumble profanities that would make Jesus blush and clean everything spilled. Earth and condiments are pressed deep in your fingernails, filling you with a disgust that disturbs your spirit. This isn’t how you wanted to start your day.

You slowly return to the house, that familiar chill taking over you again, followed by a musky scent. You cling onto the bat tighter, unable to shake this horrible feeling that something is out there, waiting for you at your door. Unfortunately, you were right, as a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, paired with menacing yellow eyes. It stepped closer to you; the moonlight revealed a hairy wolf with large teeth salivating at the mouth. “Oh FUCK!” You ran like hell, knowing your life was on the line. Debris kicked up from the ground as you ran in the opposite direction. The wolf pounces off the porch, running after you like a stalker has finally found its prey. Your adrenaline is pumping, and you know you are on borrowed time, but you are determined to live. No matter what. It catches up to you quickly, its footsteps getting louder until it eventually jumps over you, cornering you against the back of the house. It crouches as it prepares to attack, and you hold on to the bat for dear life, ready to knock its head off if you are lucky. The gnarly beast pounces, and you swing as hard as you can, missing its head by an inch, not because your aim sucks: but because another wolf attacked it. A brown wolf with a beautiful coat tackles the other, dragging it by its teeth away from you. Your eyes widen in shock, trying to register getting attacked by a wolf, let alone getting saved by another. You watch them go at it, taking each other's hits blow for blow, howling into the silent night. Scurrying from the house siding, you run back inside, grabbing your shotgun from behind the bookshelf. Breaking the action to make sure the bullets are still inside, you close it and run back outside, ready to face what’s ahead. Someone’s going to be leaving this Earth tonight, and it ain't gonna be me.

You walk up to the wolves with a new resolve, aiming your gun at the wolf that attacked you. The brown one looks at you for a split second, a mistake he would pay for, as the other wolf bites him in the shoulder, letting out a blood-curdling whine. Its paw flings up in the air, revealing a heart-shaped mark you could recognize from anywhere. You could feel all the color drain from your face. “Vernon?” It whimpers in response, setting off a fire in your spirit you never knew you had. Aiming at the other wolf, you tuck the gun underneath your shoulder and pull the trigger, putting the ferocious beast down with one shot. The brown wolf managed to get up, blood oozing from its right side, though it looked like it was starting to heal. You collapse on the ground, and it limps over to you, affectionately rubbing its head against yours. “Vernon? Is that really you?” It grunts in response, and you shake your head, letting out a long sigh. “You never should’ve fucking left,” you say in frustration. He howls at the lowering moon, and you slowly rise, returning to your house and leaving Vernon. Even in your tired state, you still shower and scrub yourself clean of the battle you just endured. You think about the answers you now have to your theories, but now you have so many questions. How was Vernon able to keep his state of mind? And who was that wolf that attacked you in the first place? All these scenarios ran in your mind until dawn, and you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. You grab your gun reflexively, not letting it go until a familiar face walks through the door.

“Baby, I’m sorry—” “Vernon, stop,” your voice is hoarse, fatigue finally catching up with you. “I know you are sorry, and we will definitely talk about it, but right now, I need some fucking sleep.” Setting the gun down, you climb into bed, grabbing your laptop to alert the proper channels that class will be canceled for today. You hear him get in the shower, and your heart sinks, feeling wrong about being snappy with him. But you still are shocked about everything that happened; it feels like a dream or a random True Blood episode. Maybe if he had told you what he was, you could’ve prepared yourself better. But you also get that telling someone this can be hard and scare them away. You feel like an asshole. Vernon gets out of the shower as you close out your computer, and you move over to let him in. You can tell this is bothering him, and despite being mad as hell and still not understanding everything, you still love him. “I won’t leave you, okay?” You assure him. Setting your head on his chest, you hear his heartbeat, an unusual melody that would alarm the average person: something Vernon is not. As he plays with your hair, you feel relaxed and eventually go back to sleep, too tired to figure out everything that happened this morning.

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mrhowells · 8 months

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Smallville 5x06

"How you ever had a crush on Richie Cunningham, I will never understand."

I'm actually so easy to please

"And Lois... *laughs* I'd do anything to get rid of Lois."

but thinking about how annoying she is makes him laugh, soooooo... she's a good influence, I rest my case😌😌

Jonathan knows too, like-

Chloe & Lois as an investigative duo are actually really fun

Lex really lives in Jonathan's head rent free💀💀

ohmygoooooddd

MOTHER.

"She's here to dance."

Chloe really threw Lois under the bus like that I'm cryingsjakjsha

the struggle is real💀

SOOOOO let's see if Jonathan actually apologizes when it turns out Lex didn't do anything

CLARKFNKLJFDISLYS

COVER YOUR EYES SWEET SUMMER CHILD

Lois x bisexual lighting I LIVEEEE

they did that for me😭😌

"I'll have a coke😇" ... "S- straight up, on the rocks.😤"

JAkhsshfdlskaBOOBOO WHAT ARE YOU-

I just choked on my ice cream

LMAOOOOOO bless his heart

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PART 2 I'M CRYINDHSGFJFKD

I'm really not ready for what's about to go down here😭😭

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKEEE MEEEEEEE🎶

Someone needs to go to jail for that music choice💀💀

TOM WELLING YOUR FACE JOURNEYS. LET ME SAY THANK YOU KING🙇‍♀️

this is history in the making. absolutely iconic.

🎶DON'T YOU WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS WRONG LIKE MEEEEEE🎶🎶

i do wish she was my girlfriend actually they're so right

aaand she's getting into it

ON MY FUCKING KNEES FOR HER MA'AM YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE PLEASEEEE

he's kind of giving me:

PLEASEWSWKRJWOPQP

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS IS SO FUCKING ICONIC LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY??

it's okay bb, we're all looking respectfully right now

💀💀💀THE STRUGGLE IS REAL PT.3

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS BEAN

kshadjwka his fight or flight is kicking in😭😭

"What are you doing here?" "What are YOU doing here?"

story of their life fr

the struggle has never been more real, pray for Clark💀

they did that.

smallville writers really did that.

legend behaviour if you ask me

i would like to take this moment and say thank you.

"I've never been in a position where people look up to me."

This is such a silly statement, Jonathan is literally the person Clark looks up to the most. His bigger personality flaws clearly come from Jonathan's influence💀 (not to say he didn't also learn a lot of good traits from him -he absolutely did- but you know)

I'm really curious what Lex's (and Jonathan's) politics are actually, don't be shy writers tell me👀

SIR I NEED YOU TO STEP AWAY FROM MY WIFE IMMEDIATELY

creepy mf

"Hey 007. Nice of you to show up." "I'll start assuming that means thank you?"

giggling kicking my feet

"I can't touch him." "Well, I can."

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERRRR

pls his face😭

he knows he could never be as cool as her

THIS SHOT MAKES ME FERAL

my parents🥹

(listen the shit i went through to upload this last picture tho, i hit the upload limit and had to delete stuff, then i accidentally deleted the whole post for a second🤡 my whole life flashed before my eyes💀💀)

Lex talking about a guy falling in love with his best friend's wife uh oh, no thank youuuuu😬😬

He was making a good point though.

"The thing I always try to remember is, no matter how much le lays on, he never expects more than he expects from himself."

Clark really grew up didn't he😭😭

"What are you doing, you just moved back in."

from the guy who said "I'd do anything to get of Lois." at the beginning of the episode, what in the clownery🤡🤡

All men do is lie.

she's such a menace, I LOVE HER😭😭

AND HE CAN'T STAY MAD AT HER LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE

they're secret bffs your honor😭

I LOVE THEMMM IT'S ACTUALLY SO SERIOUS

"And you didn't have to come after me but you always do. So I wanted to say thank you. You're a really good friend."

GOING INSANE ON THIS SATURDAY NIGHT

CUT IT OUT YOU ASSHOLES I'M TRYING TO STAY NORMAL UNTIL SEASON 8 QUIT EYE FUCKINGZFGDUWEOAK

well. stay normal challenge failed again but that's exactly how i thought this would go, sooo

Question for the people: should i even tag Lex in posts like this? I don't think twice about tagging characters like Jonathan because I don't expect fans to look through his tag for him specifically, but i know people do it with Lex and I feel bad at the thought of them having to scroll through me losing my mind over Clois with a few Lex mentions in between. Lex fans lemme know

#smallville #5x06 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #jonathan kent #chloe sullivan #ellie's smallville thoughts #lex luthor

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Could you do headcanons of Kayn and Yone with a fem!k-pop choreographer!reader?

Choreography is art

Characters: Kayn, Yone x Fem!Reader

Kayn

He wouldn't really mind

Though, he'd get a bit pouty if you make a choreo for some male idol/s

He'd task for kisses and cuddles after that

But he'd totally understand that a job is a job and you love making choreos for popular dancers and more

He loves to dance to them himself, in secret because he knows you'd tease him to no end

If you were to make a choreo for PARANOIA for them?

HED BE INCREDIBLY HAPPY AND EXCITED

Before that, he most likely begged Yone and Sett to hire you for their dance choreo

He'd learn it in a flash!

He'd watch every choreo you make, learn most of them (with struggle in some parts)

Either way, he loves you and your creativity with music

Yone

He would love you so much

Your choreos would give him so much silent pride

How is he with such a creative woman?

He loves you so much

And is so interested in how you come up with such creative choreographies

He'd talk about it first with Alune and Sett and convince them that a choreo for PARANOIA would be for the best

When they agree, because they're not going to disagree on such an amazing suggestion

And because it's a request from Yone, the mom with the best ideas

They're not going to say no to that!

And the best part is when he tell you!!

He loves you with all his heart

But it feels great knowing your work, something you love to do, your way of art, is being portrayed by someone you live in the big stages.

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NOTE!!🧚‍♀️

AH OML IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE 😭😭😭

I have no excuses for not writing this whole time other than writers' block and school 😰😰

Anyways, lovely I'm so so sooooo sorry for not posting your request sooner because this was so fun to write, but I really had no idea how to start this, and I constantly forgot to save it as a draft (I did it like 5 times, it's not funny 😭)

Thank you so so soooo much for the request lovely and I hope you forgive me for such a late post!!

Same with the other requests, I'm so sorry for not posting. I will get back to it now!!! 💙💙💙

#heartsteel kayn #heartsteel yone #heartsteel #heartsteel x fem reader #heartsteel headcanons #kayn x reader #heartsteel kayn x fem reader #heartsteel yone x fem reader #yone x fem reader #sheida kayn

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thewidowsledger · 10 months

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 7: Business

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: 18+, drugging, violence

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2 days after…

"What's her name again?" Bucky asked, as he slowly opened his laptop on Natasha's desk.

"What are you doing?" She scowled at him.

"We'll find her and it's the basics…" Bucky answered plainly.

"You're not gonna profile her."

"What? You always do profiling with the girls you..." He glanced over to Natasha when he saw at his peripheral how her eyes threw daggers at him. She sauntered over and snatched Bucky's laptop away from him.

"I. Don't." Natasha settled from her office chair again, "You're the one profiling them!"

"Hey! I was playing solitaire!" Bucky shot back. Natasha just scowled at him, holding the laptop securely out of his reach.

"At least I bothered to know the name of the people you slept with." He started.

"Yeah, so you could have them after."

"Wh—No! So we would know if they're s-something! Someone!"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, maybe I did once but she was the one who came for me…and…and you don't even care for the girls you slept with Natasha!"

"And you do? Don't speak to me like I slept with sooooo many girls, Barnes."

Bucky crossed his arms, his face frowning in defeat—and guilt.

Bucky couldn't contain himself. He hesitantly started a conversation once again, "Aren't you curious about her? You could literally know her whole ancestry, her history in a snap if you wanted to. That's the advantage we have, you have."

"If I wanted to, yes. But…I don't want that." Natasha said with a plain tone, she handed the laptop back to Bucky.

She doesn't want to profile you, she doesn't want to use her advantages. She doesn't want to know anything about you yet—she doesn't want to spoil anything. What she wants is for everything to come from you, not from anyone, not by her using any of her advantages.

"I'm not interested in your lady, if that's what you're thinking.

"No one thinks of anything, Buck."

"I'm just…I mean," he sighed, "This is so not you, you know? You seemed different so I'm not going to lie, whoever that woman is she intrigues me...but what about your...?" Bucky took a glance at her and she was just smiling while looking down at the papers scattered in her table and he was so sure it was because of his words, he couldn't risk to bring something that would ruin that smile.

"But you know Nat, I'll always be here for you..." he shifted and Natasha just hummed in response with a smile. "What about we go have fun tonight?" Now that's a shift.

"I saw that coming," Natasha let out a few chuckles. "But as tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass tonight Barnes," she replied, her tone indicating that her mind was preoccupied with the paper scattered in front of her. But really she was desperate to see you again but she doesn't want Bucky to notice it but unfortunately he already did.

"Oh, yeah I think we can't go clubbing at Valkyrie's tonight," Bucky scrolled at his phone, "Oh yeah, we can't," he confirmed. "The Maximoff's are taking over the club tonight…they just got back," he then flashed the phone towards Natasha, an article of the twins arriving at the airport with the headline: Maximoff Twins Homecoming at Valkyrie's tonight!

Natasha's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to connect the dots. Valkyrie's Club…that was the place where you worked. The information hit her like a sudden jolt, a surge of adrenaline flooding her entire system.

Natasha knows how dangerous those brats can be, but they're nothing she can handle. She pushed aside her paperworks, and suddenly Natasha isn't busy anymore.

"Do you think those brats won't mind having some visitors tonight?"

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As you stepped into the club, the usual hustle and bustle was back. The air was filled with hushed whispers and the sounds of the other girls preparing themselves. You were walking down the hall, gossips already buzzing around however what they're talking about wasn't even gossip.

"There was a patron that was escorted out last few nights, have you heard that?"

"He wasn't escorted out, somebody came to pick him up. That man won't even let the bouncers touch him."

"And the fact that his face was so broken...and bloody."

What a great reminder for you to start the night…

Each girl was meticulously applying their make-up, perfecting their looks for tonight.

Gossips and conversation floated through the air as the girls exchanged stories and caught up on each other's life. You just rolled your eyes on them nervously as you sat facing your vanity mirror as if you weren't involved with those incidents they were talking about.

You grabbed your make-up kit and started fixing yourself, you just did a light make-up to yourself as you decided not to perform and will just serve drinks since there are a lot of girls tonight. And besides the $1,000 Natasha slipped to your bag would still keep you alive 'till the end of the month.

You couldn't help but overhear snippets of some girl's conversation behind your back. They were too loud. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard them talk about Penelope's anger from the previous night with a heated tone. You took a quick glance at them.

"Well, from what I knew she was supposed to get a good fuck that night but...her client suddenly disappeared."

"Did you see how snappy she was when she arrived earlier?"

"She's always snappy and cranky you know. So better not get in her way girls or we're…" The girl mockingly slit her throat with her index finger with a dead look on her face.

The lipstick you were applying suddenly slipped out of your hand, sending it to the ground when you fearfully gasped at the sight of the girl doing it. You awkwardly reached for it and wiped the lipstick stain on the tiles with your bare hands. You shakily grabbed the tissue out of your bag. When you looked at your mirror you met the gaze of girls through it that screams, 'freak, weird,' or anything mean they could think of.

The mention of Penelope's client suddenly disappearing hit you like a punch to the gut. You realized that they were talking about Natasha, the patron that you saw in the midst of the crowd, the guest that literally punched a man in front of you, the stranger that you had spent time with, and the implications of Penelope's wrath sent a shiver down your spine. The thought of Penelope if she found out that you were involved in it sent waves of fear coursing your veins.

You're so dead right now, Y/N.

As you finished off, they were talking about something else now. You just rolled your eyes at them once again, these girls never run out of gossip.

The topic is now the Maximoff Twins, the other girl leaned in close to the other, her voice barely above a whisper, "I heard the older twin is an absolute stunner. Got this look that can make anyone weak in the knees," the other girls started squirming and blushing.

"Oh my god, I can't wait to be on my knees!" The other exclaimed with a moan, you almost gagged at that girl's reaction.

"As if, they were choosy based on what I have heard. Especially the youngest twin? They said the youngest is a flirt and is a brat and can always get whatever or whoever…"

"Even though that one wouldn't want me I would offer myself willingly to that twin." The other girl butted in her response that made everyone giggle.

The conversation about the twins continued to echo through the room. But the gossip didn't provide you a distraction to somehow momentarily divert your attention from the ever-present worry of Penelope's wrath.

As the chatter among the girls grew louder, you met Valkyrie's glare at them through your mirror, you gulped nervously. The girls didn't even notice and still continued their gossip sesh.

With a voice that demanded attention, she bellowed, "Out! Now! The show starts in 3!" The girls were startled at Valkyrie's commanding presence, immediately quieting down and walking their way through the door.

When the girls were finally out, you let out a sigh. But you were taken aback when Valkyrie approached you.

"You gonna perform tonight?" She asked with a soft tone as if she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs to the girls earlier.

"No, just gonna serve some drinks for a while and is it okay if I leave early?" You asked nervously.

"Sure, there are so many girls this evening. I'm sure they can occupy the club all night." Valkyrie patted your shoulders before making her way out.

"Oh fuck I should've asked if I could have a night off tonight." You muttered to yourself burying your face in your hands, at this point you're considering leaving, leaving this club, this work for good.

You get yourself dressed, a black leather spaghetti strap exposing your cleavage, the length is 5 inches above your knees. And a knee-boots matching your dress.

You grabbed your pocket knife and placed it inside of your left boot. You took a quick glance to yourself in the mirror before you hurried towards the hall wishing everything to be over tonight.

You entered the bustling club. Gulping nervously, you tried to push aside your anxiety and focus on your shift at the bar. You were lucky it's Sam's shift tonight.

You could literally hear the hammering sound of your chest despite the loud banging sound of the club. Your eyes landed at the halls of the private rooms and remembered the encounter you had with Natasha, the memory somehow made your anxiety tone down.

"Hey baby girl, servin' drinks tonight?" Sam playfully raised his brow to you as you sat at the bar stool. He was already making some drinks.

"Yeah, but I'll leave early." You muttered. He just hummed in response.

"Hmkay, this for the twins," Sam slid the tray of drinks towards you, "They're over there," he pointed towards the VIP balcony section, you couldn't see the twins but you could clearly see the girls surrounding the area, vying for their attention.

Your heart races as you observe the crowded area, anxious creeping again to your nerves. You glanced back at Sam, who gave you an encouraging at the same time commanding nod, signaling you to go ahead. He's up to making the second batch of the drinks.

Taking a deep breath, you carefully maneuvered through the crowd trying to maintain your composure. Your focus was shattered when your eyes accidentally landed with Penelope. Fear flashed before your eyes as you locked gazes with her. She didn't glare at you or give you a piercing look that can literally kill but she smiled at you, a smile that sent a cold shiver to your whole body.

You carefully made your way through the crowd, holding the tray with the drinks exclusive for the Maximoff twins. You tried to fit yourself in the swarm of girls around them. As you approached their table, you saw the twins with girls sitting beside them. You saw the older one, offering his cigarette to the girl in his arms. And when you looked at the younger twin's gaze it was fixated on you, she made the girls beside her stand immediately and the girls frowned and whined. The younger one signaled you over.

"Hi, krasivaya." (Beautiful) She leaned properly at the sofa and stretched her arms on top of it.

You looked at her as she said those unfamiliar words, language you're not familiar with, but she just smirked at the sight of you. As you finished putting the drinks on their table you looked at the twins again, the older one still flirting at the girls and the younger one never removed her gaze on you. She patted the seat beside her, signaling you to sit. But you declined by offering her a polite smile and slight bow.

She was captivated by your aloofness. "Pretty please?" She purred, her voice was low and rasp, laced with seduction. The way her eyes seemed to dance with mischief and her voice dripped with confidence, it was clear she was used to getting what she wanted.

Her behavior, though seemingly casual, held a hint of possessiveness that unsettled you. You just smiled shyly, hoping that it would send a clear message of disinterest. When you were about to get the tray she quickly grabbed your wrist making you stumble closer to her. Her brother glanced at you with her sister's sudden action but he paid no mind and turned his attention back to flirting. You gasped in shock at what she did. You slightly tried to pull your arm back, but her hold was strong and unyielding.

The younger twin's eyes were drawn to you, trailing a path along your body, subtly checking you out. Her eyes trailed up to your knees, your exposed cleavage where she bit her lower lip at the sight, your neck, until she met your eyes. When she saw how nervous you were, a smirk creeped out on her face. She caressed her thumb over your wrist before letting you go.

Without lingering for too long, you swiftly and awkwardly made your way out. You could literally feel the piercing gaze of the other girls, you just walked past them trying to maintain your composure despite the internal turmoil caused by the younger twin's attention.

When you were out of her sight she signaled the other girls standing not so far but inside their VIP area to leave. They quickly went downstairs, hoping that their obedience would grant them some award from the twins later.

"I want that one, Piet," she leaned back again at the sofa as she tapped her finger against it patiently.

Pietro sighed as he looked at her sister. He patted the legs of the girls sitting beside him and signaled them to leave. When they finally left, Pietro circled to the table and stood in front of her sister, arms crossed, "Wanda…you literally didn't tell me the whereabouts of the girl I brought you for a gift at the Red Room before and now you want another?"

"Don't worry, I made her feel good before burying her to the ground," She said in a low tone with a smirk, not looking at his brother, "If she wasn't so bitchy at me maybe I would have considered treating her nice…but she didn't." Wanda finally looked up at him, a smile creeping in her face with her eyes cold—dead cold.

"Ya khochu yeye…"(I want her…) Her eyes crazily transitioned to a pleading gaze with a glimmer of desperation, trying to convince her brother with those eyes and soft voice, "Pozhaluysta…brat?" (Please…brother?)

Pietro just sighed before making his way downstairs where he was swarmed by so many girls that were trying to please him.

A smirk spread across Wanda's face. She brought the hand she used when she grabbed you up to her nose and sniffed the lingering scent that she rubbed off of you.

"Ne mogu dozhdat'sya, kogda ty stanesh' moyey, miloye lichiko." (I can't wait for you to be mine, pretty face).

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You let out a deep breath as you sat at the bar stool again, "Fuck," you muttered to yourself.

You couldn't help but feel bothered by your interaction with the younger Maximoff twin, Wanda. Despite your clear rejection, the intensity of her gaze left a lingering impression on your mind. You would be lying if you said you weren't fluttered by it. But it stirred up a bottle of emotions within you, causing a whirlwind of thoughts and unease.

"So, how was it serving the twins?" Sam suddenly asked as he walked across you.

You tried to hide your uneasiness, offering a forced smile, "Oh, they seemed to be enjoying themselves."

Sam chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I heard they can be quite the handful. Did they give you any trouble?"

You quickly shook your head. "No, not at all. They were just like any other…patrons, guests, nothing noteworthy."

Sam noticed your lingering unease and decided to intervene, wanting to offer you some comfort. He reached for a bottle on the shelf behind the bar, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"I can see that you're a bit on edge. How about I make you a special drink? It's my own concoction, and trust me, it can work wonders in calming nerves." Sam said in a soothing tone.

Curiosity mixed with a tinge of hesitation, you looked at Sam, considering his offer. You were tempted by the idea of something that could soothe your nervous state at this moment even though you don't actually drink when you work.

"What's in it?" You asked, your voice betraying you with curiosity.

Sam winked playfully, "Ah, now that's a secret recipe. But I can tell you it's a blend of some smooth liquors, infused with a touch of my special magic to help melt away your worries."

Your lips curved into a small smile. "How can I say no to a free drink? But you know the rule, keep it light. I don't wanna get wasted tonight."

"Keep it light it is!" You watched as Sam skillfully mixed the ingredients, his hands moving with practiced precision. The scent of the drink filled the air, a delicate aroma that promised a momentary escape from your anxieties.

As Sam passed the glass to you, he offered a warm smile. "Here you go Y/N. Take a sip and let the worries melt away."

"Thanks, Sammy," You took the glass, feeling a sense of gratitude for Sam's thoughtful gesture. You brought it to your lips and took a tentative sip, feeling the smooth warmth of the liquid wash over her palate. It was a unique blend of flavors, both comforting and exhilarating.

Sam nodded, "I'll just keep the drinks up." You watch him disappear as he makes his way to the room inside the bar.

As you waited for him patiently, you saw a figure walking in the crowd. A figure you were trying to avoid: Penelope, she was carrying two drinks both in her hands.

Your nerves were once again on edge as you realized that Penelope was walking towards you. The overwhelming urge to flee, to escape from the gaze of someone who seemed to possess an uncanny ability to make you feel unsafe, unease. Yet, you knew that running away would only draw attention to your nervous state right now, and you didn't want Penelope to suspect that you're avoiding her.

Just pretend you don't know anything, you didn't do anything, Y/N. You know your place…right? Right?

In a blink of an eye she was already in front of you. To your surprise, she didn't welcome you with wrath or aggression as you were expecting. Instead, she smiled at you, her expression almost unnerving.

"Have a drink with me." Her tone was soft but sounded more like a…threat. She handed the Martini glass to you.

You were caught off guard and afraid to refuse, you nodded timidly as you took the drink out of her hand. Your instinct told you that something was amiss, it was unusual for Penelope to invite the other girls she worked with for drinks. But you don't have time to think about anything right now, you wanted yourself out of her sight, you just wanted to get out of her way.

Your fingers trembled around the glass. You took a glance at the drink, the liquid swirled in the glass, its contents mirrored the nervous look of your face. As the liquid touched your lips, a subtle wince escaped you. The taste was bitter, leaving an unpleasant sensation on your tongue. Your eyes instinctively flickered towards Penelope, who wore a smirk that sent shivers down your spine.

"Enjoying the night?" She asked as she glanced around the club before looking back at you.

"Uhh…well, I'm a worker here. I don't enjoy or anything. I just work, you know." You shrug awkwardly as you play with the Martini glass.

"Ah, so you know your place?" She immediately shot back, her eyes locked with yours, and the intensity of that gaze and how she shot her words made it clear that this interaction was far from casual. There was an eerie satisfaction in Penelope's expression, as if she relished in your discomfort, reveling in the power she held over you.

Your heartbeat quickened, your instincts urging you to retreat from Penelope's gaze. But you knew that showing weakness or fear would only fuel Penelope's predatory nature. So, with a quiet resolve, you held your ground, concealing your nervousness and fear behind a veil of composure.

A familiar figure not so far behind her back was looking at you intently. You didn't know why you gulped nervously and why your heart started hammering so heavy in your chest. You looked again at Penelope, she is now smiling creepily in your liking. When you glanced over her shoulder again the figure was long gone.

A sudden wave of dizziness washed over you, causing the room to spin. Panic surged through your veins as your vision started to get blurred and your knees weakened.

"I'm just gonna…" you rested your arm at the countertop of the bar as you tried to stand on the ground.

In that moment of vulnerability, Penelope seemed to anticipate your distress. With an eerie calmness, she swiftly moved closer and cupped your left cheek. The gesture was both unexpected and unsettling, as if Penelope had foreseen this very outcome.

"Oh, you feeling dizzy?" She said with a mocking soft voice.

Your head felt heavy, your thoughts muddled by the dizziness that clouded your senses. You couldn't help but wonder if Penelope had orchestrated this, if the drink had been laced with something more than just alcohol. The realization made you dead cold, and a surge of fear coursed through your system.

"I didn't know that drug would get to you that easily, you poor thing…"

She steadied you with a firm grip on your arm. She started guiding you to walk, enough to make anyone that would see that you're pretty wasted for tonight which is very unusual. You don't drink when you're working, serving or performing, you don't get yourself wasted.

Your steps became unsteady, your reliance on Penelope's support growing with each passing moment. It was as if Penelope held the key to your stability. You glanced back over to the bar and saw Sam looking at the place where he left you, he was looking over the club trying to look for a sign of you but Penelope quickly shoved you forward when she noticed you looking back.

In the midst of your disorientation, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being ensnared, trapped within Penelope's web. Your senses screamed with caution, urging you to break free from Penelope's grip, but the dizziness held you captive, leaving you vulnerable to her embrace.

When the crowd was out of your sight, that's when she started dragging you. She took a handful of your hair and pushed you forward as you walked.

The deafening music and dim lighting obscured your path, making it easier for Penelope to guide you towards an unmarked door tucked away in a secluded hall of the club.

"I told you to know your place, didn't I?" She whispered with heaviness in her tone, you could now feel her anger that you know she has been suppressing since earlier. "I made it clear, right? Y/N?"

Your voice already died in your throat as soon as you saw her earlier, you couldn't speak or scream. You tried removing her hand out of your hair, but she just shoved you forward making you stumble as you walked. Now your vision started to flicker, to die, the edges of your consciousness blurring with each passing second.

Penelope threw you towards a dark room, you weren't sure if it was the room that was dark or it was your vision getting darker. You couldn't help but fall to your knees. You tried looking at the door where the only light comes in. You saw two figures shadowing over you, you're sure that Penelope is one of those. By the sound of it, it seems like the other person is a man. You strained to catch fragments of the conversation between them but their conversation remained muffled and indistinct.

"Here," The man faced her as he grabbed his bag and took a handful of cash.

"I want more than this…okay?" Penelope seductively said as she took the wad of cash the unknown man handed her, "And I know you do too…" she tugged the leather jacket of the man properly.

The man just chuckled, "Do you wanna watch?" He asked her as he made his way towards you.

"That bitch stole what's mine however as much as I want to…" Penelope counted the cash in her hands, "I have to get myself ready, for later…" she smirked as the man turned to look at her leaning at the door. "Meet me after?"

"I will." The man said before kneeling in front of you.

Penelope's shadow left the room. Now, you know that it's only the two of you. The man's menacing presence loomed over the room.

"I want to have a good time with that chic so I'll make this quick and easy for you." The man said as he stood and took something from his bag.

He knelt again and the sound of a metal clinked to the ground made you flinch. He gripped your jaw, you tried to take a good look at him but you couldn't because your sight is completely dark now. He tightened his grip when you tried to move away from his touch. You also tried biting his thumb when you felt it brushing your mouth but he quickly shoved you. You tried everything but it wasn't enough.

"Don't make me do anything bad to you." He growled, his voice laced with venom. He stood and started to circle around you.

Your eyes shut when you felt something burning in your back, you hissed in pain. When he was back in front of you again, he took a handful of your hair, he started speaking but you couldn't get a word with what he's saying.

"Just one…" he breathed before slapping you that sent you to the ground. Tears started to stream down your face, you tried to blink them away but you couldn't. The room was filled with your muffled cries.

The man gripped your arm and forcefully led you out of the room. "Walk like nothing happened," he commanded, his voice carrying an implicit warning. You saw his blurred figure walking away, leaving you alone in the hall.

With each step you took, your body felt heavy, weighed down by what happened and the lingering dizziness. Anytime at this point you could literally pass out. Your eyes tried scanning your surroundings but you could only see a light invading your sight, you don't know where you're going, you don't know how long you have been walking.

You tried to lean over the wall to support your body when somebody caught you.

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"You keep your eyes towards the entrance," Natasha commanded Bucky.

Bucky chuckled, "What are we on a mission? But not gonna lie, I missed this." Natasha didn't mind whatsoever he was saying as she exited the car.

"He—Where are you going?" Bucky shouted, he flinched when Natasha slammed the car door, "Damn, good thing I didn't offer to use my car…"

Natasha swiftly walked while her mind raced as she retraced her steps, recalling the hidden passage you led her before. Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she opened the door, its creaking sound made her wince but luckily no one was guarding there.

And there, she hurriedly walked to the dimly lit hall, Natasha's eyes fell upon you, your body slumped and weakened—relying on the wall as if your life depended on it. Natasha quickly rushed to your side, catching you before you completely collapsed. Concern etched across her face, she gently cradled your head, her touch infused with tenderness and concern.

"Y/N," Natasha whispered, her voice filled with worry and anger. "Who did this to you?" She placed her palm to the reddening mark on your cheek, wiping the trail of your wet tears. She doesn't want to know what happened, what she did want is to know who did this to you.

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze meeting Natasha's concerned eyes. In that moment, your voice trembled, your words strained. You finally mustered to say a word—her name, after being shut, "Natasha?" you breathed heavily, your eyes were getting glassy at the sight of her, "Please...just…don't do anything, don't get yourself hurt…" you managed to utter before your strength gave way and you finally slipped into unconsciousness.

A surge of anger coursed through Natasha's veins, her jaw clenching as she stared at your unconscious form and when she heard your plea not to do anything. The pain and helplessness she felt were finally getting into her. She reached for her phone and dialed Bucky.

"Get the car at the back of the club, just go straight and turn left. You'll find me there."

Bucky quickly started the car and slowly approached the area, he saw Natasha emerge from the depths of the private door, carrying you in her arms. He quickly made his way out of the car and ran at Natasha to get you but Natasha denied his help, at this point Natasha doesn't want anyone to touch you except her. So Bucky made a quick turn to the car and held the car door open. Natasha carefully settled you at the backseat of her car. She removed her leather jacket placing it on your exposed upper chest, she cupped your cheek one last time before closing the door.

Bucky stayed behind Natasha as he watched her position you properly in the car. He was worried but before he could ask what happened, Natasha's words cut through the air.

"Meet me at the entrance," she instructed, her voice leaving no room for argument.

"What are you going to do Nat?" He asked with his tensed and worried voice, he watched Natasha make heavy strides at the private door of the club again.

Natasha slammed the door after her, not minding looking at him.

"Business."

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Bucky's eyes darted between the road ahead and the unconscious form of you in the backseat. Concern showing in his face as he navigated the car through the main entrance of the club. His focus is divided between driving safely and keeping an eye on you. As he parked not so far from the club, he caught sight of movement near the main entrance.

As Bucky glanced in that direction, his gaze locked onto the Maximoff twins being escorted out.

Their reactions varied. Wanda, the younger twin wore a look of defiance, her eyes flashing with anger but her composure is still refusing to show any signs of vulnerability.

"I. can. walk. my. self." She shoved her index finger in every word aiming at the shoulder of the bouncer.

The older twin Pietro, displayed a different reaction. A smirk played along the corners of his lips, as if he found the whole ordeal rather amusing. He maintained a nonchalant demeanor, his quick wit and confident aura made it evident that he was not easily shaken by them being escorted out. Pietro grabbed his sister and walked her towards their luxury car, when he had already settled his sister in the car he came back to the bouncer and spat some threats to his face.

Bucky watched them cautiously until their vehicles were out of his sight. He glanced at the side mirror and saw Natasha walking towards the car, she opened the door and swiftly slipped into the backseat. Natasha carefully cradled your head in her lap.

"I saw the Maximoff twins getting a walk of shame," he glanced at Natasha through the rearview mirror before starting the engine of the car. But she didn't meet his gaze, she didn't even bother to hear what he just said, her attention is focused on soothing your sleeping form.

"What did you do Nat?" Bucky's tone is now commanding for answers rather than asking.

Natasha's expression remained composed, her eyes still on you, and her index finger caressing your cheek.

"I bought the club."

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader

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thepromiseofsin · 8 months

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“Are you seriously asking me what precise amount of humidity it would take to activate the transformation? Because that seems like dangerous, secret knowledge, don’t you think?”

But her eyes sparkled, and he knew she wasn’t serious.

this is inspired by @gingerteaonthetardis 's fic claimed by the sea which is just sooooo good!!! i had never considered mermaid rose before but now she's all i can think about 😵‍💫

#tenrose #rose tyler #tenth doctor #doctor who #doctor who fanart #timepetals #rose tyler fanart #tenth doctor fanart #mermaid rose tyler #expect to see more of her on the future tbh #my art #i fucked up ten's color scheme but i am sooooo eepy and i am considering this finished 😇#sun burning universe ending love #born from love #mine #a rose so alive

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merrellholland · 8 months

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Not So Bad After All → P.Parker AU

HEYYYY YALL; its been a minute and I am sooooo sorry LMAO. I promise to get back into my writing era <3

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Person: Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

AU: college hockey player, frat boy, still spider-man in secret

Words: 2.4k

Warning: swearing, slight bullying (but nothing too deep)

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Never in my life would I expect to have been dressed up in the most stinky and bulky fury suit… yet, here I am dressed as Sparky the Eagle. I was currently a junior at Empire State University located in beautiful New York, and throughout the years I may have found myself in a bit of a dilemma.

Money was never an easy task for my family and I, in fact I got into this school with a huge scholarship to help support my financial needs. Despite that, I still needed to pay some tuition fees and that meant that I needed a job. This isn’t my first rodeo though, back home I had many jobs all at the same time during high school in order to help my mom with paying bills. The only hard part was trying to find a job in New York, a place that I’ve never been to until I started my first semester at Empire State.

As I’ve completed the first two years and am now currently in my third, I’ve noticed the major stereotypical things for a college on T.V were coming to real life. The sorority girls were straight-up obnoxious and cruel to other girls who weren’t part of their sorority house, the frat boys were shirtless 24/7 while playing beer pong and having girls in bikinis all over their front yards of their gigantic frat house every Friday, and lastly the sport-frat boys. These guys were a whole different level of frat boys, and I’ve learned that very early on. These guys? Not only were they known for their handsome looks but most of these guys were going to real professional sports leagues after college, and we all know how that goes for them… in terms of love life.

All the girls (and some guys) would be over, flirting constantly with them and not really taking interest in their sport but rather their six-pack abs and looks.

As much as it pains me to say the cliche phrase “not like other girls” it's true. I really wasn't like the other girls swooning over these guys 24/7 and attending their friday night parties after classes were done. I was more the type of person who would prefer to finish homework and then cozy up with some blankets and a classic 2010’s rom-com.

But now I can’t even do that since my new job requires me to be at the ice rink every week on Fridays from 6-9pm. Six to nine! That’s three hours of prime time that I could be doing homework! And that’s not even the worst part,my job was that I had to be the mascot for the ice-hockey team during their games and interacting with the fans. The Empire State hockey team was one of the best in the college leagues throughout the nation and most players got into the NHL as soon as they graduated.

And now I’m their mascot, well I dress up as their mascot and that means getting a big sweaty and gross costume every Friday for 3-4 hours… great. Not that I could complain though, since surprisingly the pay wasn’t that bad due to the fact that you’re a student. Today was my first day on the job. The Empire Eagles were playing against the Cornell Big Red’s today and it was a home game so many students were going to attend.

After I arrived at the rink, the manager handed me the keys to the supply storage room to change into the eagle costume. Getting into that costume was a full ass workout, the smell is something I’ve never smelt before and the amount I was sweating was unbearable. Nevertheless, I got into that God awful attire and headed outside to the ice-rink. The coolness of the air inside did help a little, but I could still feel the beads of sweat trickling down my face.

My manager told me to practice walking on the ice with the costume since during the halftime break you had to collect all the tokens of appreciation from the fans as they threw it onto the rink from their seats. I slowly walked onto the ice with my giant eagle feet and waddled back and forth to try to get used to it before the game started, I practiced bending down to pick up the gifts in character and tried to come up with some signature eagle moves… might as well have some fun with it righ–

“Yo excuse me but the rink is for the players to practice right now.”

I quickly snapped my head to look behind me and–

Great. A sport-frat boy.

Peter Parker was someone that was greatly known throughout the university, top GPA, great looks, apparently great in the bedroom (so I’ve heard), and was the centerman for the Empire Eagles hockey team. Though I’ve never really paid attention to him. And as much as I wanted to dislike him, I’ve never personally met him before or even talked to him… so who am I to judge?

After all, he did ask somewhat politely and– why the heck am I overthinking this? Just apologize and move on Y/N!

I cleared my throat and attempted to have a deeper voice, “Sorry dude I wasn’t aware, I’ll be on my way now” I said… and cringed internally after saying that.

Peter nodded his head and smiled, “No worries, just a little jittery for the game so I wanted some extra practice” He replied.

I nodded my head and then exited the rink, going back to the storage room so nobody would see me yet.

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The game started and was currently ending the second quarter with the score being 2-1, the Empire Eagles winning and the Cornell Big Red’s tailing behind. I could tell that all of the players from Empire State were filled with happiness… and might I add overconfident and cocky. But that was something that I couldn’t pay attention to since I had to focus on giving it my all while I walked towards the ice rink at halftime and collected all the gifts that were thrown onto the ice from the fans in the stadium.

I walked in character as the fun spunky eagle while walking on the ice and picking up the teddy bears with a girl's number in sharpie written on it and a bunch of red roses. As I picked them up and headed back, I took a quick glance and the audience. There were some students who seemed genuinely happy to be there and there were those… What do people call them? Oh yeah puck bunnies? Yeah there were a whole lot of girls wearing those boob jackets from lululemon and attempting to look cold but also cute and petite. I mean again, I’m not one to judge so you do you I guess.

After I collected all of the gifts from the fans, I took some pictures with a couple of kids and I enjoyed that part. I liked seeing the smiles on their faces as they stood proud with me as their parents took photos. It definitely seemed like a core memory for them and I’m glad that I somewhat got to be a part of that.

As the third and fourth quarter went on, it was brutal for us. Cornell absolutely demolished Empire State and beat us 4-2. I guess that’s what our players get for being cocky and overconfident throughout the whole game, thinking that they’ve got this.

After the game ended and the fans left the stadium, my manager said to stay behind and clean the place up and pick up any extra gifts that were left. As I bent down (still in my eagle costume) to pick up some flowers that were left on the ice, something extremely heavy bumped into me from behind causing me to fling forward and make an umph sound.

“What the fuck?” I cursed in a whisper.

“DUDE what the fuck are you still doing here?! You need to get out, it's closed practice now looser” the voice said.

I turned around and looked at the man who was clearly a player on the Empire State Eagles, he had blonde hair and green eyes and was definitely 6’1”. Shit, what was I supposed to do? My manager literally told me to clean the place up and then help security to lock up the stadium!

“Bro be nice, you don’t gotta be mean” Another boy said.

As I looked up, I saw that that other boy was no other than Peter Parker. But before I could register that, he offered me a hand and I immediately accepted it.

I attempted to not sound like a scared wimp so I deepened my voice a little, “Uh thanks dude, I wasn’t aware that it was a closed practice… I’ll uh keep that in mind next time” I said to him.

He smiled, “Don’t worry, Charlie’s just a snob” He replied.

“Yeah I can tell” I responded while walking out of the rink.

He laughed again while combing through his sweaty brown curls, giving me butterflies–

Wait what.

Nope. Nope. Never. Never in a million years. I refuse.

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The next couple of weeks went by normally, except I’ve started to notice Peter Parker more often. I never realized he was in three of my classes. In my morning class he would wear his hockey sweatshirt with gray sweatpants and in the afternoon he would take off his sweatshirt, revealing a tight-fitted white shirt that showed off his biceps.

Damn, now I understand why girls swoon over guys like him… bro’s majestic.

But my mama always told me to focus on my studies, boys come after. And that's what I planned to do, stay focused. He probably doesn’t even know me since at school I’m practically a nobody. I mean I join clubs, I’m in choir, and I’m part of many study groups so most people would know who I am but they probably have other friends to talk to besides me. The same goes for my roommates, they know me but they have other friend groups.

Once again, it was Friday and that meant that we had another home game. The Eagles were playing against the NYU Bobcats. I went into the stadium and got into my disgusting and sweaty eagle costume. Throughout the weeks, I think I slowly got into character and found new dances to help entertain the little kids during timeouts and in between quarters.

As the game started, I did my little dances whenever I could and the score at the end of the second quarter was 1-1. The stakes were going to be high but I have a feeling that we were gonna win this one.

During the third quarter, I sat on the bench that was reserved for me and watched Peter, jersey number 4, skate all over the ice with his hockey stick. He had the puck, all of his attention was on it. The whole audience had a feeling that he was gonna score a goal but then all of a sudden one of the NYU players stole the puck from him and skated furiously across the other side of the rink.

You could see Peter cursing and quickly going to the other side along with his other teammates. Ever since that moment, it seemed that something triggered Peter… he was starting to get more aggressive and ruthless. It made me anxious to see his behavior on the ice, but nevertheless I kept watching.

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Despite the tight game, the Eagles won 3-2 and the whole crowd celebrated which meant that many gifts were thrown down onto the rink. Teddy bears and roses were everywhere and it was all me that had to clean it up. I walked on the ice with my feet stuck in the puffy eagle claws of my costume, gathered all of the gifts, and put them in a big container that I dragged with me across the ice. After I got all the stuffed animals and flowers in the container I headed towards my manager to give it to. As I handed it to him, he thanked me and said I was free as soon as I checked the whole stadium again to see if there was anyone else. I nodded and went back to the arena.

I checked to see if there were any other fans that were trying to stay behind, but didn’t find any… but gosh my feet hurt so much and I just need a little break before heading back to my dorm.

I took out the headpiece of the eagle costume and sighed as the cool breeze from the arena chilled my flushed cheeks. I then took out the rest of my costume which left me with my sweaty ponytail and loose hair strands framing my face along with my black leggings and shirt. Though I didn’t take it into consideration that there would be anyone else entering the stadium again after the game was over. But I guess I was wrong, because all of a sudden I heard a voice from behind me:

“I didn’t realize you were a girl,” I turned my head around to see who it was.

Peter Parker? I thought in my head.

“Or pretty.” he finished his statement with his mouth parting slightly.

I could feel my cheeks warm up despite the cool air as I laughed awkwardly, “W-What? Oh t-thanks… you look pretty too” I replied, not thinking about what I just said.

Peter just nodded and he looked like he was seconds away from drooling as he continued to stare at me… he really does make a girl feel special.

“Uhm, are you doing some extra practice? Or–” I say trying to break the silence.

Peter slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, “Uh yeah, it’s just I don’t feel like I gave it my all today even though we won so I wanted to get some practice in… if that’s okay?” he says.

I smiled and nodded my head, “Yeah sure, I’ll just go tell my manager and put this costume away.” I told him as I stood up.

He smiled back at me with his teeth as I walked towards the manager’s office, feeling intense butterflies cause Peter fucking Parker just called me pretty… WHAT IS MY LIFE?!

You know, I said in the beginning that I wasn’t like other girls but now I definitely think I am (well at least internally).

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AN: PART TWO?? 😏

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter parker #merrell holland #spiderman au #new york #empire state university #mcu peter parker #mcu peter x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker ice hockey #tom holland ice hockey #peter parker ice hockey au #peter parker one shot

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 year

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ik no one requested this but YO is anyone going to talk about how luca and his s/o would genuinely be the hottest couple ever.

a huge amount of how the kaneshiro mafia carries its reputation is by presentation. they have enough money that their aesthetic is all about classy, glamorous casinos and all that goes into keeping up that glamorous vibe. even their boss is young and spry, dude, you look at his coat and tell me that's not excessive. and. well. his tits

oh and in case you forget that they're not all talk the family has dozens of lovely members dressed sharp and with custom lion masks, and if you make the wrong move the boss is ready to shoot and thrill, and will get his hands bloody if he sees fit

and let's be real luca would so pamper his partner. evening wear? you got it. fine jewelry? all yours. he adores showing you off- look at my sweet Reader, the most precious thing in the world, baby you're so gorgeous- and you get to sit in the room where the big boys make the deals that fuel the criminal underbelly of the city all dolled up and seated by luca's right hand. you and luca would compliment each other sooooo well like imagine luca's fur coat over your shoulders while drinking with some contacts and you get to add onto the deals he makes, playing the part of the shiny and stupid sweetheart. "luca, love, 500k isn't enough. i want 650 or higher." the corny old farts think young love is so cute and give you their blessing while shaking on the deal, while the overthinkers make note that you're just some side piece that doesn't know a negotiation when they see one (possibly the coldest take in existence but hey, that just means you get the advantage of surprise, you're not about to correct them)

now let's say something goes awry while a deal's being made and you're out of the room to attend to a different matter, and while luca and a few family members are holding off a threat this poor goon all by themselves from a rival gang gets you in a chokehold. "don't move or you'll get it", lame threat, yadda yadda yadda but you're no floozy. you just step low and yank their arm down. their body tumbles over yours and crushes on the floor when you throw them. before they even stand up you've already pulled out your gun and press it to their temple. oh and by the way you're still in fine formalwear and just as beautiful as ever. that's on them for underestimating you as just another pretty face when they know luca has taste. you're beauty just as much as you are brawn and brains, you're the secret weapon of the kaneshiro family

lmao imagine being the lucub that turned the hallway for reinforcements only to see that you already took care of the threat and just thinking "oh my god i can't be simping over the boss's partner like this"

i just really have this image in my head of luca in the chair from the mafia cover or some other grand old seat for business, handsome as all hell in an unbuttoned shirt and his head resting on a hand as he looks down at the poor sod that seeks audience with the boss himself. and then on the other armrest is a person that almost looks too radiant to be in the dismal criminal world just daintily draped by luca's side. oh and if said poor sod tries anything funny? luca doesn't even need to move, just utters a command and his lovely partner that looks so harmless already has that fool pinned, and yet STILL looks like the definition of beauty. oh and while they were distracted by your surprise attack luca has a gun aimed and ready to fire, and his heated glare is only quelled by how icy cold your own eyes are when the target realizes escaping your pin is futile

power couple fr fr

#luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro headcanons #luxiem headcanons #4402 writes

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David Tennant's Obscure Performances: Sweetnightgoodheart and its time traveling release date(s)

Heya all you David Tennant fans! I'm back with a small thread about a 2001 short film which David starred in called Sweetnightgoodheart (hereafter called SNGH).

SNGH was 9:16 in length. It was written and directed by Dan Zeff and produced by Litmus Productions in association with Bliss.com films for BBC Films. Its original title was Sweetnight Goodheart (with the two words separated) but somewhere along the way, the words were connected.

More about the title, this time from the BFI: "This entertaining short film takes a lighthearted look at the anxiety of modern relationships. The mix up of the title - a play on the familiar WWII song 'Goodnight Sweetheart' - highlights the confusion and miscommunication that is the film's premise."

Now, although I just said it was released in 2001.....if you look at the IMDb entry above very closely, I'm sure you've noticed it says 2005.

This, my friends, is wrong. And I'm about to prove it.

According to the British Film Institute, SNGH was one of the short films which made its premiere in August of 2001 at the Edinburgh International Film Festival. It was a nominee for Short Films. It also screened at the 45th Regus London Film Festival as part of their Urbania Shorts slot in November of 2001, and was a nominee for Short Cuts & Animation.

Sooooo.....unless David and everyone involved with the project are all time travelers and they somehow filmed the short in 2005 but took it back to 2001 to show at the festivals?....well, you get the picture.

After SNGH's premiere at the two festivals, it was sold to HBO and Cinemax. It was broadcast in the USA (and yes, you read that right!) on Cinemax beginning in August of 2002. It was shown every couple of months or so until July of 2004. It was first aired on HBO beginning in March of 2003 and was broadcast intermittently until June of 2004. Judging by the broadcast listings, it appears both networks used it as short "filler" material in between their full-length movie offerings. And after those two stopped airing it, PBS in the USA then aired it as part of its Imagemakers series in September of 2005. Here are some newspaper blurbs (with the newpaper titles and dates above them) to prove these broadcasts occurred:

Further proof? On Valentine's Day of 2009, the BFI screened SNGH with its other main features. That screening's entry for the short also says it was released in 2001.

I wanted to find out why IMDb would say 2005, so I poked around a bit. Oddly, its release date information specifies "Hungary" (okaaay?), while sources elsewhere have the 2005 date noted as the date of its "world premiere". The Hungary release date might well be accurate, but I'm not sure exactly what world premiere means...besides, it's obviously an error (since we've already shown it aired in the US in 2002 through 2004). So I think we can safely cross out 2005, don't you?

But ohhhh, we're not yet done on the dates, because some sources also give a release date of 2003! This date, however, is much easier to explain. The 2003 date originates from its initial broadcast on BBC2. It aired as a part of a 50-minute program called Ways To Leave Your Lover (hereafter called WTLYL) at 11:20 pm on 25 March 2003. WTLYL featured five 10-minute short films with a common thread - the end of love. in addition to SNGH, the other four films were Stag, Dog, Unscrew, and Dumping Elaine.

So...now that we've taken care of the date mix-up, let's get into the short itself!

SNGH starred David as Pete, and Kate Ashfield - who he would also go on to star with in a 2002 audio drama called The Island and in 2005's Secret Smile - as Juliet. It also starred Diana Hardcastle as Anthea, Cliff Parisi as Colman, and Thusitha Jayasundera as Yasmin. Here is the archived BBC press release for WTLYL before it was aired.

And the plot? Well, if you haven't yet seen SNGH here's a great plot synopsis which might intrigue you enough to chase it down. It's from the 23 March 2003 edition of the Sunday Times: "Dan Zeff's cautionary tale Sweetnightgoodheart observes [how] David Tennant's attempts to ditch his girlfriend (Kate Ashfield) spiral out of control." And from the

Here are also a couple of photos!

And while we're at it, here are a number of short summaries - and one longer article from the Evening Standard which includes a photo! - which appeared in various newspapers when WTLYL aired in 2003:

During my research into the origins of SNGH, I've seen the BBC series it featured in variably titled as Ways To Leave Your Lover, and Eight Ways To Leave Your Lover. This discrepancy appears both in print and on the CVs of various actors and crew involved with the project (here's an example). While not confirmed, my belief is Eight Ways to Leave Your Lover was a working title. Five films aired on the program, but I've found an additional two which didn't (which makes me think there was a third whose title I have not been able to ascertain). I believe that at some point in the process, a decision was made to remove three of the films originally scheduled to air, and the name was changed accordingly.

in addition to SNGH, the other four films aired during WTLYL were Stag, Dog, Unscrew, and Dumping Elaine. I didn't find places to watch most of them, but you can see Dog and Dumping Elaine at the links I've provided. Here's what I know about them:

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Stag - written by Ian Iqbal Rashid and starring Stuart Laing and Nitin Ganatra: a bridegroom wakes up on the morning of his wedding in bed with the best man.

Dog - written by Andrea Arnold and starring Joanne Hill, Freddie Cunliffe and Veronica Valentine: a fifteen year-old girl finds the will to stand up for herself when she witnesses a disturbing and violent incident.

Unscrew - written by Clara Glynn and starring Douglas Henshall and Emma Fielding: a surreal short about a guy whose girlfriend unscrews his penis and takes it with her when they begin separating their belongings after their breakup.

Dumping Elaine - written by Peter Lydon and starring Susan Lynch, Matthew Delamere and Dido Miles: waitresses play Cupid.

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SNGH is archived at the BFI on VHS and Beta, and in two master forms (16mm/35mm). You can see it there, but I'll save you a trip: while a 4.35G digital copy was made off the master, there's no access to it. The viewing copy MP4 is only 305MB.

If you've read this far, you're probably wondering how you can see it. There are plenty of ways! If you are a registered BFI Screenonline user - and registration is free for users in UK libraries, colleges and universities - you can watch it here (and perhaps download it, though I'm given to understand it's only available for download during certain times). It's also floating around the webs in various forms and qualities on Vimeo, Dailymotion, FilmNow, etc. All of these aren't the greatest of quality, but it's the best we've got. Ah, for a better quality video file taken off the master copy!

But I'd recommend watching it at Dan Zeff's own website.

And that's it for Sweetnightgoodheart. I hope you've enjoyed reading about it as much as I have writing and researching it!

#DavidTennant #ObscureDavidTennantPerformances #DavidTennantShortFilms #Sweetnightgoodheart

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Chapter 5

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Gray couldn’t stop blushing. Did Juvia just have to… And in front of Erza! He felt embarrassed just remembering the look his friend gave him, all smug like she knew everything about them.

Wait, but didn’t she after all?

He looked blankly, understanding that he had just fallen into his “pushing his feelings apart and trying to be unaffected” tendency. This wasn’t fair to any of them. Erza was the one who noticed he reciprocated Juvia’s feelings and insisted so many times that he should act on them.

He tried to control his instincts and think rationally. There was no problem with his friend seeing him vulnerable and flustered from receiving affection, right? He thought about the redhead and Jellal, Natsu and Lucy (who acted like an old married couple despite their denial), all his friends who were - or were close to being - in a relationship. They didn’t have any restraint showing their love. He wanted to be like that so bad. He wanted to become a man good enough for Juvia. But he was trying, wasn’t he?

He knew he loved her, that was clear as day for him, and he wanted to do everything a couple did with her. It wasn’t that he felt self-conscious or that he didn’t feel the need to engage in PDA. Far from that, actually. The problem was that he had spent so much time in denial, trying to act cool or even push people back that sometimes his first reaction was being a goddamn tsundere (Natsu once teasingly used his word, which he learnt from Lucy, to describe him. It made a lot of sense now why he’d call him that).

But he could work on his issues, right? That dating advice book said that admitting your faults was the first step of becoming better. He could be a good boyfriend. He thought of Gajeel and Levy, how far they’ve come and how the dragon slayer was a totally different person now. Yeah, he could do it.

“Hey, Ice Prick!”

“Wow, Natsu, I didn’t believe you could get three feet further from the appetizers table.”

The dragon slayer pouted. “This part is sooooo boring. I was about to call a random dude for a brawl when Luce told me she was not feeling good. We’re heading back to the hotel now.”

“Really?” Gray saw Lucy wink at him discreetly and he remembered that she wanted to get Natsu as far as possible from Bora before they saw each other. “Oh, of course, sure, yeah, great idea. You should go right now, actually, no need to wait for the girls to return from the- eh, restroom.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at his terrible lie. However, Natsu being the dumbass that he was, didn’t notice; He just dragged her out of the party with a ‘see you soon’ to Gray. About ten minutes later, the girls were back.

“Our plan was a success!” Erza exclaimed

“Did he tell you something useful?”

“No.”

“...”

“Well, not yet . But he will soon enough, because we have an opportunity to talk to him privately this week.”

Gray, although excited with the news, was already sure the girls would go well at that task. After all, Erza was there (that girl always got free cake with her flirting talents). And Juvia, although shy, was gorgeous so he could see any guy bending over to her wants. Himself included.

“Um, Erza-san…”

“Oh, of course, my mistake. I’m not the one who did it. The merit is all Juvia’s. I was merely a flat, useless blob the whole conversation.”

“T-That’s not…”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Ludovic/Bora had no interest in me, he even called me Erika at one point. His eyes were on Juvia the whole time.”

Juvia’s face was red at this point, and while Gray couldn’t blame Bora at all (fool was the one who didn’t notice her beauty), he couldn’t help feeling weird about it.

“Oh, really? That 's… great.”

“It is! And our girl here will go on this date with him and uncover all his dark secrets for us!!!”

“…What?”

Gray was shocked at this information. If he felt weird about it at first, now he was completely uncomfortable. Juvia, going on a fake date with this dude? The same dude who literally tried to kidnap Lucy for his women trafficking deals?

Gray didn’t care whether the prick had turned into good sides. He could even be innocent, still gray would be cautious. Sure, Juvia could take care of herself, but it nonetheless made him feel cautious about this idea.

“Erza-san! Let’s go back to the inn first and discuss this with the others before making any decisions, please.”

“Oh, of course. Sorry for getting ahead of myself, Juvia. You’re right.

Gray couldn’t form a single thought.

-x-

Juvia was glad she managed to talk Erza down and buy some time for her brain to think of a plan. She didn’t want to do this, not if she could avoid it. There were other solutions, right? She hoped there were.

When they got to the inn’s accommodation, Wendy and Carla were also there with them.

“Natsu, I’ve said a million times that I’m good, there’s no need for Wendy’s magic!” Lucy turned to Gray “Help me out!”

“But Luce-“

“Oh, cut the crap you two. We have important news!” Erza said, establishing order in the room.

“We have a plan to approach Bora and find proof that he’s plagiarized Octavius.”

Natsu snapped his head and looked into Erza’s eyes. “Approach who ?”

The room fell silent.

-x-

After fifteen minutes of convincing Natsu to get his shit together (which may or may not have needed Erza’s fist colliding against his head to work), they resumed their discussion. Natsu was currently tied up to the chair and though usually this wouldn’t stop him at all from going berserk over Bora’s reappearance, Erza’s deathly glare kept him quiet.

Juvia fidgeted uncomfortably as her friend told everyone about her excellent job in seducing Bora. This was going terrible, she thought over and over. She’d do anything to help her friends, sure, but it didn’t make the task in hand any easier. She wasn’t an actress, her feelings were always at display like an open book. How would she put aside her personal issues? How did anyone do it?

Her body was starting to turn into water without her control as everyone talked at the same time about when to do the date, where to go, what Juvia should say and how she should act. She closed her eyes, hoping it would stop. She wasn’t good at this, it wouldn’t work…

Suddenly, she felt a hand petting the top of her head. She jumped in surprise. Her eyes opened and she saw her darling staring at her in worry.

“Juv? Are you okay?”

Juvia looked around, her friends were all staring. It seemed they noticed she wasn’t well.

“Uh… there’s something Juvia needs to tell you. Bora didn’t recognise her since it was long ago, when she was a Phantom Lord mage, but…”

Gray caressed her shoulder. His hands were so warm… Juvia avoided his look and tried to ignore hos his hands stopped moving when she spoke again:

“Bora is Juvia’s ex-boyfriend.”

#gruvia #fairy tail #juvia lockser #ft #gray fullbuster #fanfiction #writing #fairy tail 100 years quest #gruvia fanfic

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I've been wondering this for quite some time now, is book 3/s2 of Legacyverse like a mixture of the actual movie and season 2? Because like their vibes kinda fit well, with the whole "Garmadon consistently scheming to do evil and take over" and "Lloyd uses love to purify his father"

Yes, 100%! And as a matter of fact, the two fitting together sooooo well is what inspired the entirety of Legacyverse in the first place! Book 3/S2 is the "actual" story I've been wanting to tell for ages, but of course building on it and building on it let to the need of rewriting the pilots and S1, and pushing a few movie events back into the plots of those first ;P

Like, the movie's general plot adds so much structure to all the otherwise mish-mashed events of Season 2, while S2 gives waaaay better reasons for character motivations (that aren't just chalked off as a quick joke or not even remotely probed at until toward the end). I've always seen them as two halves of a whole from a story standpoint.

For example, Lloyd's not just hated for simply being Garmadon's son, but people are rightfully upset that he had a hand in the unleashing of the Serpentine (and subsequently the Great Devourer). And having the constant M!Garmadon attacks blend with S!Garmadon's constantly scheming against the Ninja gives both a reason and a short-term goal for each attack (rather than it being just at random or a scheme-of-the-day thing), while the group being in high school makes it easier to better explain/incorporate some of the extra dicking around the Ninja do in early S2 (the Darkley's visit, that race, the museum visit(s), the untapped insanity of the Bizarros having to pretend to be students for a day, etc).

And that's not even touching on the second half of the movie + the Dark Island stuff! (Which I am very very excited for. Like, literally, both have forests to explore, army camps to navigate through, an ancient temple with FSM family secrets to reach at the top of a mountain...it's like a matching game!)

And, of course, Lloyd saving his father with the power of love parallels and pairs very nicely with his forgiving speech towards the end of the movie, so yes that is another thing I am incredibly hyped to write about.

The movie and S2 have SO much potential to bring out the best in each other, and that's been my driving force this whole time! *-*)9

#this was a very long way to say 'yes' but...YES :D #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #asks from nice people

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I heard some rumors about him (because heroes are good at gossiping)

Summary: Valerie Gray is in her twenties, goes to university, is an established superhero known as Red Huntress and has a boyfriend but, apparently, no one really noticed it until she mentioned it.

The first time someone heard of him in the hero-world was on the edge of a roof, during a casual conversation among two vigilantes of different cities.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Wow, you don’t have to be that impressed, Spoiler”

Or: 5 times someone hearded of Red Huntress' boyfriend and 1 time they get to met him

Relationships: Danny Fenton/Valerie Gray, Stephanie Brown & Valerie Gray, Zatanna Zatara & Valerie Gray, Kara Danvers & Valerie Gray, Bruce Wayne & Valerie Gray

Characters: Valerie Gray, Danny Fenton, Stephanie Brown, Zatanna Zatara, Kara Danvers, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, a lot more.

Tags: Established Relationship, Grey Ghost, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Aged-Up Character(s), Valerie Gray-centric, Badass Valerie Gray, Valerie Gray Knows Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, Valerie Gray is Red Huntress, Valerie Gray is a hero, valerie Gray is part of the justice league, whatever is going on between Batman and Red Huntress, Danny Fenton is in college, Danny Fenton is not a full-time hero, Danny Phantom's Identity Is A Secret, Danny appears at the very end, Almost no one knows Danny Fenton is Phantom, cultist, There are like 2 bad words and are censored, Mistakes were made, I do have a beta for this, this idea born at 3 a.m, It was supposed to be a crack fic but I don't know what is this, Tim Drake needs a nap, Tim Drake Needs a Break, I don't know how to write in spanish I know less english, definitely ooc here.

[AO3]

First of all! I'm not a native speaker of english but I did my best, and so di my beta! I really appreciate them for beta-ing for me <3

Second, I edited some things just now (sorry beta!) and my knowledge of comic's characters are more from the fandom than the comics, but I tried to look for the most accepted ways!

Tell me if there's any mistakes! Edit: My laptop/PC almost explode when I tried to post this before xddd

The first time someone heard of him in the hero-world was on the edge of a roof, during a casual conversation among two vigilantes of different cities.

“It’s… kinda quieter than I expected,” said the distorted voice of a woman.

“There’re less screams than what you expected?” Asked the one by her side in a joking tone.

“Not… Not exactly,” she mumbled “I expected more movement and… yeah, more noise.” she admitted in a low volume, a little ashamed of her first assumptions.

“Don’t worry.” She said after a little giggle “Tonight is particularly calm for Gotham”

And she was right. it was an unusually quiet night in Gotham; well, as much as it can be in the cradle of crime without becoming suspicious.

“Is it?”

“Yeah, it’s a slow night Red, even though the crime won’t stop I can allow myself a little break.” She said calmly, moving her legs in the air. There were more bats tonight than the normal, a little break won't hurt… Probably.

The black helmet turned towards her, almost like doing a second take, creating a silence between them.

“Huh.”

“What?” She asked after a few seconds.

“You just sounded a little like my boyfriend.” The other answered after a little pause.

“What?”

“It just took me by surprise, it’s not that weird.”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Wow, you don’t have to be that impressed, Spoiler” Red replied, clearly annoyed by her tone of disbelief.

“It’s not… It’s not that I’m impressed by you having a boyfriend-”

“Wow”

“-It just took me out off guard.” She said nervously and, without a pause, she took a breath to recover herself and talk again “Sooooo, tell me, what kind of man was capable of winning your heart?”

The Red Huntress laughed a little bit to calm herself and keep talking. She knew Spoiler wouldn’t do that on purpose but her temper was always strong, and more if someone is messing with her loved ones.

She took a breath and started to speak “Well, at first sight you wouldn’t know, because he's kind of lanky but he’s totally a fighter, even if he doesn't know how to pick his fights, or just doesn't choose them at all-."

The sound of a gunshot interrupted her talk and their break in general but, hey, they expected too much for a quiet night in Gotham.

The second time someone heard about him was later that week, not because Steph talked, not even because her comms were online and she didn't notice. Is just that they asked for some help and Danny is way better in that area.

That didn't stop the big bat from getting on her nerves.

To be fair, Batman didn't like her improvised girls night with Spoiler, but there was nothing she could do. The ghosts didn't appear near enough of Amity and she chased them to Gotham city, and after she finally caught them Spoiler asked for a girls night and she was free, so she accepted - even with the knowledge that Bats had something against her and the people who break into his city without permission, because it is his territory.

Nevertheless, he asked for her to come to the cave after patrolling with Spoiler, and Val, like a sweet, poor and innocent child, didn't think about it too much. Batman may have wanted to talk about the incident, it was near enough to become their problem and it wouldn't hurt to talk about it, after all, the natural portals had been becoming more common and they surely want to be prepared for ghosts.

Spoiler alert: it did.

Before anything, Val wasn't wrong at all, the bats were working with some new technology because of the last ghost incident out of amity, not this one, the one before this, and something wasn't working at all with the new ecto-weapons, and they wanted her opinion about this because Red Huntress' suit is made of this technology.

But she can't stand Batman.

Don't take her wrong, she always admired him, since her earliest childhood and she still does. The day when they offered her a place in the justice league was a dream, meeting all of them, Superman, Batman and The Wonder Woman, it was everything she ever wanted as a kid.

That day still feels like a vivid dream for her.

But once she met him in person he was all growls and grunts and cold looks, especially with her. But she got used to it, now he was just a little annoying. However, the look he gave to her was worse today, was more intense and started in the second she arrived, it's getting under her skin.

"Let me see the problem." She said without losing a single second of time, she might like Spoiler, and Red Hood in a minor level, but it is not enough to make want to stay in the cave longer than necessary.

Batman didn't make a single sound while he guides her to the station where they were working to modify some of their gadgets to make them effective against ghosts.

After some time analyzing and looking for an error she couldn't find what's wrong with the process they're making, it seemed right for her in every step, but something is wrong with it and she can't understand what and she's not going to stay any more time under the big bat sight.

She sighed, it's time to bring a specialist on this.

"I don't know what's wrong," She admitted looking at all of them at once, without having a visible reaction from them. "I'm gonna to call an expert, this is not my field anyways"

"It isn't?" Nightwing asked with clear confusion in his voice.

"Nope, it's more my boyfriend's area." Now, that had a reaction.

"Your boyfriend's area?" Batman asked slowly.

The implied question was right there, almost screaming at her.

'You have a boyfriend?'

And Val smiled, it's not like the polarized glass would betray her.

Whatever the ghost things made to her technology was very appreciated because it allowed her to keep her identity a secret from everyone, even from Batman and his crew.

Especially from Batman.

And she knew because of that he would take every piece of information she drops as if it was a drop of water to a thirsty man in the desert.

And, if it didn't give her all the satisfaction she could get then she doesn't know what the feeling was, but it was a really good feeling.

And this is probably the main reason why Batman has something against her, because he hates not knowing enough and she enjoys his lack of knowledge on her, and Val is not going to please him, not if it isn’t necessary.

And this little piece of information might not be necessary but she's tired and doesn't really want to stay longer in the same room as Bats or in this city at this point.

"Yes, my boyfriend might be the biggest space nerd ever but he's really talented in this area, let me call him to know what's happening here."

She didn't want to stop and think about how much information she just gave to them with that single comment, it's too late, she's tired and dealing with the bats, she doesn't care at all right now, she just wants to get home as soon as possible, and whatever happens is a problem for future Val.

Future Val has hope that ghost things may be able to help her in this situation and hide everything, even if it makes Bat's glare worse for her.

"Isn't it too late to wake him up?" Spoiler asked. "It's like 3:00 a.m."

Val did a double take.

She forgot they must think Danny is just another civilian.

She also forgot he is, technically, just another civilian now. And he must be sleeping like most people.

"Oh, right. I'm gonna text him, just to make sure he's awake."

Val loves the pockets of her suit, it shouldn't have them, not in the strange way it does, but Technus practically did her a favor modifying the original one and his ghostly abilities helped her a lot, like keeping her phone safe and undetectable.

It's always nice to see the surprise in the face of anyone who watches her take her phone from the weird pocket.

Are you awake?>

Luckily for her and her mood, she didn't have to wait too much time to get an answer

Danny 💕

yeah, just finished studying

She frowned looking at the text. She may be glad for not having to wait too long, but Danny shouldn't be neglectful with his necessities. He might be not all human but he's still part human, and sometimes he forgets it.

It's too late to study, why aren't you sleeping?>

Danny 💕

couldn't sleep

do u need smth Val?

Yeah, a little bit of help with some ecto things>

Can I call you?>

Danny 💕

of course

"Fortunately for us all, he's awake and able to help, I'm gonna call him." She said and, before anyone could interrupt it one more time, she called him with her helmet.

She loves her suit, it allows her to make calls, turn them into video calls and doesn't let anyone else hear or see them.

After 25 minutes, a lot of pressure and an awkward silence, during which they probably tried to hack her suit to find out who’s on the other side of the call, the diagnostic was "probably corrupted ectoplasm" because "it's harder to make it work and it's more probable it corrupts something, than work" and "It may hurt the ghosts, but it’s way less effective then using pure ectoplasm against them."

And she repeated everything Danny said word by word and then asked from where they got that corrupted ectoplasm just to get the awkwardest silence of all the night. Once it was clear they wouldn't say a word about that, Val didn't think twice and ran away before anyone could question anything.

On her long way to go home she couldn't stop thinking about sleeping the rest of the night in the arms of Danny. She deserves all the hugs, especially after this night.

The next time someone else heard of him was months after the last time and, unlike the first two times it happened, it wasn't from Red Huntress' mouth.

"Are you telling me that the Red Huntress has a boyfriend?" A blond girl said without believing it.

"And that's the reason why you couldn't go out with us before?" A black haired teen asked just after her

"That sounds stupid,"

It was from Tim's mouth.

On a video call.

"Yeah, B had been acting like a maniac trying to discover her identity." He said, drinking a sip of his coffee.

"Why?" Bart asked in a curious tone.

"Because the last time she came, she said something pretty specific about this boyfriend, and B thought he could use it to get more information, but, somehow, we couldn't find anything," Tim said, frustrated by the situation. He knows there’s not many people that can manage themselves in any ecto-related field, and even less who are experts on weapons against specters.

A space-nerd who knows enough should be weirder, and it means that it should be easy to find Red Huntress’ boyfriend, everyone knows that. And yet they couldn’t do it because somehow, somehow, they're still unable to find any information about any of them.

Tim doesn’t want to cry or scream until there's no more oxygen in the air, his vocal cords break, or his mind goes blank, no, that stage was two weeks ago and now is over. He wants to throw the towel away yelling “F*ck you!” with some tears and never seeing it again, he wants to quit, but he runs with coffee and spite and they’re his new target. He wants to curse Bruce, his name, Red Huntress and her mysterious boyfriend for getting them, for getting him, in this mess.

It's not like Tim or the bats knew this but Val was very glad about the ghost things that hid her identity, and Tucker who helps with the things that escape from them, like Danny’s link with any ecto-thing. She's not glad about other ghost things.

"But you told us it happened, like, months ago" Bart said with a certain level of disbelief.

"Yup." He drank another sip of coffee with a dead-look in his eyes. It makes a perfect match with his eye bags.

"... You can't be serious," Kon said this time

"I'm very serious… and so is he" Tim said in a sight, contemplating to drink a long sip of his coffee, he frowned after realizing he’d drank all of it, took a long and disappointed breath, and keep talking "Guys, you already knew she and B have this strange "rivalry" because we still don’t know her identity, this must be the most awkward pissing contest that we’ve all seen and everyone is getting tired of it. Even Jason is getting tired of it and you know how much he loves when B is that pissed." Another sigh, he hasn’t had a real sleep with all the increase of ghost activity where there was zero before. He doesn't have energy for anything.

"...That sounds even more stupid." Kon commented after a while.

"I know, right?" Tim said, making eye contact with him through the screen, he looked a little like a maniac himself for the validation, Kon noticed. "It's even worse when you have to watch them in their not-so-passive-and-more-aggressive fight-"

"How much time have you been into this?" Cassie asked, interrupting Tim.

"Too much," A femenine voice answered from somewhere behind Tim, scaring him and surprising the rest of them. "Are you talking about B's latest project, right?"

"What are you doing here, Steph?" Tim asked, turning himself towards her.

"Alf asked me to tell you that dinner is ready" She said, walking to Tim and getting in the camera area. "Anyways, what were you talking about?"

"Hey Steph!" Cassie started before Tim could say anything "Did you know Red has a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he sounds like a nice guy from what Red Huntress says."

"What?" Everyone asked at the same time, creating a weird sound. Tim in particular was looking Steph at her eyes with some mix of unbelief, surprise, betrayal and despair.

"I mean, it's not like she talks a lot about him but she drops a comment or two when we talk, she doesn't even seem to notice it and she gets really soft when it happens, it was a little scary at the beginning but you get use to it." Steph threw like if it wasn't the bomb that it is. Maybe on purpose. Probably on purpose.

"Soft? Red Huntress gets soft when she talks about him?" Someone asked as if the information strangled them. But Tim didn’t care, because Steph knew things, she was learning about the guy who was the doom of his existence right now behind his back, the reason why he racked his brains day and night for the last two months.

And she didn’t said a word.

"Huh? Yeah, amazing I know, but not as amazing as the dinner, Tim-"

"Why didn't you say something?" His voice sounded like strangled by all the betrayal he felt. He was drowning in that feeling and coffee right now, maybe too much coffee, and Steph should be drowning in shame, not him in betrayal, just she in shame.

"Because she never dropped anything that important, just some comments of stupid, nerd, sweet and nice he is." She replied rolling her eyes "And I'm Team Red Huntress, I wasn't going to give any advantage to Bruce, duh,"

“Red Huntress being soft?”

"Steph." Tim groaned with a mix of feelings he couldn't even identify. It was more than what his sleep deprived brain could process and now it had melted, was nothing more than mashed potatoes with some ketchup and a half cooked egg in the cleanest pot you could find at 2 a.m after touching the bottom of your life two days ago and still being in the midst of a crisis. He hadn't slept enough for this amount of sh*t and the coffee can't replace sleep anymore. He wants to get in his bed and forget all this situation as he slips slowly into unconsciousness and falls to the earth's-

"Nuh-uh, Timmy, sleep can wait, dinner can't."

Yes, eating sounds good for him right now.

After that time it became difficult to say when next someone found out that Red Huntress has a boyfriend, because the Bats can be a bunch of dirty gossipmongers like any old lady at tea time. By the end of the month, everyone knew about her mysterious boyfriend.

Well, almost everyone.

"’Sorry guys, I can't go with you because it's date night’? What, is she seeing someone?"

"Her boyfriend, duh, she's been all busy because of all of the ghosts in the natural portals that are becoming more common."

"Ugh, don't say a thing, they have been my new headache for the last month or two."

"Well, you have this free night to get rid of it." The other replied, "However, it's nice to know that it hasn't affected her relationship, the guy seems nice from what she said."

The one who read the message wasn't following this conversation.

"What do you mean?"

"That she has a boyfriend?" And the silence arrived. "Seriously, you didn't know?"

The next time someone found out that Red Huntress has a boyfriend because she told them was this time. Kinda. A text still counts, I guess.

"No! I was out for ages!" Kara exclaimed, making a huge move of arms to express how unexpected the information was for her.

"It was like, a month," Katana said without paying a real attention to the conversation behind her.

Kara shrugged "Ages. A month. Same thing." And then sighed a little bit "The world is changing."

"I know I said something similar but now I know how weird it was for her." Cassie muttered as she watches Kara and Zatanna's talk

"I know, right?" Steph didn't do better when she found out, neither did Zatanna or Katana or most of them. The only exception is Black Canary, but only because she was able to hide it better.

"What do you mean?" Kara asked.

"She mentions him a lot," Zatanna said, getting closer to the blond one.

"No," Kara knows how reserved Red Huntress is, everyone knows that! It's hard to not know what is happening between her and the bats. They all assumed it is some kind of fight because Batman doesn't know her identity.

They think nobody notices how she ignores the strange Bat's question or how Red Huntress will look in his direction every time someone says something like "privacy".

"She does." Zatanna is smiling as she watches Kara's face fall in some mix of unbelief, despair, oh-my-lord-this-is-a-so-weird-dream, hope? And betrayal.

"You are lying," was said in that exact same tone "I can't believe you."

"You’d better," Zatanna chuckles, "I'm not lying about how much she talks about him, it may be like two or three comments per talk, which are not that much but definitely more than what anyone expects."

"She's not lying though," Steph gets in the conversation, "She makes some comments like "I know someone who dance better than you, criminal" or "I would say a joke but that would mean he won, ugh" You really won't notice unless you know it, and once you do it's really obvious."

""Even he makes better decisions than you"," Kara was mortified as the words got out of her mouth.

"Just like that."

"How didn't I know?"At this point, Kara already questionated all her life decisions and everything she knew. She knows nothing now and Red was the biggest liar. It doesn't matter that she actually never told any of this theme to them but still a liar.

"To be honest, you need to know where to look to find the clues." Zatanna finally had mercy, Kara wouldn't forgive her right now, this all happened all of sudden, but she is grateful for her mercy.

"Bats almost went crazy because of that" Steph said happily as it wasn't the understatement of the year.

Kara can see that. She feels better now, not even the big bat noticed it at the beginning.

She could live with that.

"So, are we having our girl's night with questionable legality or what?"

The last time they heard of her mysterious boyfriend before they finally met him, was after a year of knowing about him, just after a catastrophe.

A ghost related catastrophe.

In retrospect, it was obvious, the natural portals were becoming more common, the ghost attacks were more and more frequent, something felt wrong and it was only a matter of time until this happened.

A big mess in red and green that happened just because a crazy man thought he had enough power to control all this entities to take over the world.

Key word: thought. He couldn't control them.

Ghosts are chaotic and have some very specific obsessions. Sometimes they opposed and they had to solve it with the best method they knew.

Fights.

It was a mess from the beginning.

Luckily for them, Batman's paranoia does something good, and prepared a lot of weapons and gadgets that works on them.

They were, at least, a little prepared.

The most worrying part of this was the crazy man screaming "You haven't seen the real power! If I don't show you they will!" Because after that he escaped from the biggest heroes in the world, somehow. Probably because of all the destruction.

They hope he won't become a real problem, but knowing their luck, he will.

But it doesn't matter right now, because this story isn't about crazy people and ghosts against the justice league, no. This story is about what the people know about Red Huntress' boyfriend.

So, the last time they heard of her mysterious boyfriend before they finally met him, was in the Atalaya after a year of knowing about him, just after the catastrophe that I just mentioned.

They all were getting some rest after that exhausting fight.

Val was grateful that this place has some kind of living rooms and got the good couches in them, even if now she was part of some pile.

To be honest, she doesn't think she would like to get a break in the meeting room.

Because yes, there's a reason why the most of them are here and it's because they need to close this case as soon as it's possible and, even though they just fought, there's a crazy man who has been learning things he shouldn't know and started to using them, and that, that's a real big problem.

But not Valerie's biggest problem right now.

"Huh," she said as she frowned, breaking their comfortable silence. There was this tone in her voice that said something feels bad, and that's very important when you just fought with a horde of ghosts and some maniac screamed "You haven't seen the end of me! You'll regret this!" Or something like that.

And that's exactly why it called everyone's attention.

"What happened? " Zatanna broke from her position, sitting on the floor with one of her legs close to her chest, her back on the couch and her head in Red Huntress' stomach now.

"My boyfriend hasn't called yet." Red Huntress said with clear confusion in her tone.

"And?" There wasn't anything really bad, it may be just that it collapsed because of a lot of people must have called their loved ones to check on them after the situation.

"Not even a message." She started to sound a little frustrated. "He was in Amity Park visiting family."

And the silence arrived. Everyone knew the problem with that.

Amity has the door to the other side. The portal, the bridge, the hole among the live and the dead.

Ghosts aren't unusual there, even before this.

That city would have been a hell on earth.

"But… Wasn't Phantom there?" Spoiler was a little worried. She may have not met the guy but he sounds strong enough to protect the city and its habitants. She hopes he could be able to protect The boyfriend™. He sounds nice and makes Red Huntress happy. It would be a lame if something happened to him. She moves a little uncomfortable in the puff because her position didn't allow her to look at the Red huntress's head and her neck wasn't happy.

"Uh… I mean, yes, but this is still being a little strange," Red Huntress said in a weird voice. "No one has texted anything to me and he has the costume to get in weird and bad situations" She mumbled, clearly worried.

"... Phantom?"

"No, D- my boyfriend."

"... He could be tired," Kara offered from her position upside down on the couch, Red Huntress’ legs above her stomach and Steph's head was close to her own.

"... It wouldn't be the first time," She accepted, a little ashamed, a little more worried.

They all fell in a silence more uncomfortable than the last one, the expectation was growing as the time ran and it was suddenly broken by the sound of a message notification.

Valerie took and turned on her phone so fast she could, and unlocked it. The name wasn't Danny's but it would work.

Sam

He's fine

They weren't really powerful but were a lot, but nothing he couldn't manage, he just got tired lol

He arrived to his house and fell asleep before even touch his bed

The relief washed over her as she couldn't be more grateful for that. Sam and her aren't the best friends but Valerie knows she can trust her with Danny's safety, at least, now that they're young adults. Teenage her wouldn't trust Sam after knowing why the accident happened, especially not with Danny's safety, but as an adult she knows that she grew up and is worthy of trust… Most of the time anyways.

"He's fine, just fell asleep." She said, visibly relieved, bringing calm to the atmosphere in the room.

"Good to know." Kara said a little sleepy "I'm feelin' sleepy too."

"Yeah, me too," Zatanna agreed as she closes her eyes.

"A nap sounds nice." Valerie was already falling.

"Yay, sleepover in the Atalaya." Steph barely mumbled before anyone fell asleep.

After some seconds, none of them were awake.

The day they met him was just the day after that. And it was in the weirdest but precise way it could be.

"Danny?!"

"Uh, hi V- I mean, Red" He laughs nervously "I'm so grateful you're here because I couldn't text you to warn you and-,"

"What are you doing here?" She asked in some mix of surprise, anger, exasperation and resignation.

"Uh, well, you'll see-,"

"He is the chosen one to bring the ghost king to this realm!" Said the main cultist

"- I'm the sacrifice." Danny chuckles, clearly nervous.

The silence would have fulfilled the entire place if it wasn't for the little laughs of Danny.

"W-What happened?" Kara asked, feeling out

The first time they met Red Huntress' boyfriend is 24 hours after the end of the ghost catastrophe.

They made a meeting just 6 hours after because everyone was tired but there was a menace running away to only-gods-above-knows-where. In the same meeting they agreed to make an assault group to face this menace, it was small but powerful because it was conformed by a Green Lantern, Supergirl, Batman, Flash, Zatanna and Red Huntress. Half of them were there because they were less tired.

Once they were ready, they chased the track of the crazy man™, which was way more difficult than what they expected. But they finally found his lair, a just abandoned building, and they, somehow, were able to get in the middle of, and interrupting, a ritual to summon the most powerful ghost, the ghost king, in which, Danny, Red Huntress' boyfriend, was the main sacrifice.

It was certainly a shock when they arrived just to watch a bunch of people, in some big odd clothes that hide their entire figure, singing in a dead language around a lanky guy, with messy clothes, tied to a table in the center of a summon circle.

Which leads to this situation.

Red trusted Sam one time. Just one time and THIS happens.

She is concerned and impressed.

(Okay, she trusted Sam a lot of times before but how did this keep happening its a real mystery).

"How?" The impulse to cover her face with her hands was surprisingly big. She would like this to stop happening.

"That's not of YOUR concern!" One of the cultists said, he sounded suspiciously like the crazy man™.

"To be honest" Danny interrupted, calling everyone's attention "It's kinda funny, I just woke up and saw that my parents didn't have milk, which is normal, so, I went to buy it and in the middle of my walk someone screamed "You!" But I was really tired to pay attention to it, and I didn't stop, the next thing I knew it's that I'm here." The more of them looked at him with incredulity as he spoke, it sounds just ridiculous.

"... I can't believe you" Valerie really wished she could mean it but, sadly for her, she totally believes it. Dating Danny is a way to find out that Danny doesn't look for problems, problems look for him in the weirdest ways.

"It happened, though." Danny sounded exhausted, maybe of his luck, maybe of his life.

Red Huntress sighed under the watchful and expectant gaze of everyone else.

"So, let me get this straight," Valerie started. "You went to buy milk, alone."

"Yes"

"And someone screamed "You!", and you ignored it?"

"Yup."

"And that was a kind of warning before getting kidnapped."

"... In retrospective, yes, it was," Someone snorted, she didn't care enough, this was ridiculous anyways.

"Why, Danny, I- just-" Valerie sighed, Sam may differ but she didn't sign up for this "Why?"

"Because I just knew he was the perfect offering the moment I saw him walking on the streets." The man answered the question proudly. His capacity to feel the power in a human being should not be underestimated.

"Thank you man, I really appreciate that, but I'm not… I don’t look like one." Danny was tense and he was right, he was in his clothes from yesterday because he slept with them. A big age-worn green sweater with a white shirt, that Val just knows is that one parodying NASA's logo with a UFO, peeking out, his oldest and ripped jeans and just one, single, and untied, shoe. Everything was wrinkly and his hair was practically a nest because of the mess that it is. To be honest, he looks like a lanky and sleep deprived nerd that goes to college. Maybe one step from death from the chaos in his life but not like the perfect offering.

It created a silence, a big silence that was just broken by Red Huntress' voice.

"That's it, I'm done." She said in an inexpressible tone "You all are doomed, I'm done with this".

"But V- Reeeeed" Her boyfriend groaned in a miserable voice. "I'm scared and unable to do anything."

It was the way he said "unable" that impacted Valerie, because it means: "I can't go ghost or use my powers, I'm out of ecto-sauce."

She breathes, magnificent, Danny is powerless right now, it means like she wasn't stressed enough for all this situation.

"Okay, okay," Red Huntress says, lowering her voice and entering a more serious mood. "I can work with that." Her voice was silent and sent shivers down everyone’s spine.

She moved her body into a better position to fight.

"We can work with that."

And it took just one (1) little move to start the fight.

It was chaotic, half of the cultists went to fight and distract the heros meanwhile the other half started the ritual to summon the ghost king again, just at a lower speed, because, apparently, the amount of people was important to define it.

And they were just six (6) heros against a lot of cultists, but they were four (4) with superpowers or similar, one (1) with a super-suit, and Batman.

The fight was messy and exhausting, the number of cultists never seemed to end, but, luckily for Danny, they didn't know how to fight, so the heros were able to end it in time.

And now, with a worrying amount of unconscious people and the six of them, well, exhausted, Danny was finally safe, tired and safe.

Valerie went to free him once for all, and when she had her arms under his knees and back, his arms around her neck, she finally felt the relief of knowing he is safe in her arms.

"You-" She said with all her mixed feelings in her voice, trying to explain how she felt. After struggling for some seconds she kept it in silence.

"You didn't have to carry me, you know?" He broke the silence in a low and playful tone under the gaze of the other five heros, looking to Val's eyes behind the polarized glass.

"I know," she mumbled in a breath looking at his eyes, keeping it for a time. Her tone had a little of shame and Danny knew she was worried enough to need this.

Not all the days someone manages to get you when you're vulnerable just to sacrifice you to summon you. He was a little scared too.

"Kiss me." He said after just a few seconds, taking by surprise most of the room.

"In this place? Under everyone's eyes?" She asked without being really surprised but a little doubtful

His eyes softened as he saw the doubt on his girlfriend, "Can I?" was asked in a whisper looking for permission.

"Yes." She said in a silence but sure of what it implied right now

And with that simple word, Danny moved his hands to her helmet, pressed some buttons and cradled her face in his hands to give her a soft and long kiss, after which he brought their foreheads together to have a moment of intimacy.

"I'm so grateful you saved me, my hero," Danny said in a playful voice, mocking his girlfriend.

"You are welcome, damsel in distress," She replied with a smile on her face.

Danny laughed, surprising the rest of the heroes, who kept looking at the moment.

"That was so baaaad," Danny laughed a little bit more. "I love you." he said when he finally stopped the giggles.

"I love you too, but put the glass on," And Danny did it.

Batman, finally, interrupts the moment by cleaning his throat. "Let's go." he said looking at Red Huntress, and then, her boyfriend. "You can bring him too." And he started to walk out of the place

"Thank you Batman." Red Huntress said.

“Are we going to THE Atalaya?! To SPACE?!" Danny asked.

After the mysterious medical check (Valerie did it alone because neither she or Danny would let anyone else to check Danny's health), they finally had another meeting, mainly because Red Huntress asked for it.

The report wasn't immediately necessary but Red insisted, so there they are. Sitting in their respective chairs with the obvious exception of Red Huntress’ famous boyfriend, Danny, who sat in her lap.

"I called you all here because I wanted to make some presentations now that the cat is out of the bag," Red Huntress said with his boyfriend giggling a little bit because of the last part.

She breathes and presses the buttons on the side of her helmet, revealing her face.

"I am Valerie Gray and he," Danny turns his face to see everyone in the room, avoiding the eyes of Constantine and Zatanna "is my boyfriend, Danny Fenton".

"Nice to meet you". He said with a large grin that allowed them to see his fangs.

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