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Okay but consider? Has Tim ever seen Ra's post-Critical Injury Lazurus Dip? Like not "oooh, I am back to my sexy Dilf-y glory~" but FULL ON "I have been Hard Reset back to the Prime Of My Life(tm), which statistically is early 20s, and am now a Young and Hot prowling bad boy. With no Grey in my hair and a SLIGHLTY higher voice, meaning while I sound familiar, you can't instantly place it like you usually could."
THAT sort of Hard Reset.
Bet he hasn't.
Bet he'd have an even HARDER time recognizing Ra's in a Masquerade mask. If Ra's had a smooth, freshly shaven, face. I mean... it's not like Ra's an assassin cult leader or anything. Him? Knowing how to DISGUISE himself? When in his centuries of life would he have had time to learn THAT?
So there Ra's is. Looking rich, dangerous, and slutty. As one does. Tight black pants, loose poet shirt, gold and gems dripping like honey down his skin. The very PICTURE of a WEALTHY young trouble maker. Blending in with all these wealthy fools, up too no good, some of them far more then others.
That's why the Bats are here.
For Intel.
But of COURSE, Brucie Wayne has aged out of this sort of scene. Tut tut. And his waste of a grandson is just a touch too young. A shame. So it's the Detective and a few others, leading the charge. But... ah, SUCH a big building! And can the Wayne's afford to be seen at such a disreputable event?
Of course not.
So they're in disguise. Layers upon layers, Detective. Masks upon masks. Delightful~
Ra's gets to watch Tim work the room. Prowl in magnificent heels. Dodge covetous hands so casually it seems by accident. Extract information people have DIED to protect. Blonde, tonight. He looks better with hair like the night.
Ra's smiles like a wolf.
And begins to hunt his prey though a sea of masks.
Which is how Tim meets a VERY rougish, tall, and delightfully muscled heir too...something. It's kinda obvious, given all the jewelry. Swordsmen too, from what he can feel of those INTERESTING and calloused hands. Tim knows he should focus... but...
Mystery Hot Guy is REALLY forward. Clearly in to him. And it's not like he's gotta marry the guy.
Did he mention the DELIGHTFUL rumble? His voice has a low rumbling quality to it, when he leans in close so he can be heard over the music. His hands are hot and gripping in that "just a bit too tight but not TOO too tight" sorta way? So yeah... he's gonna... uuuuh, go... "question so informants" real quick. Get back to you guys later!
Don't wait up!
And Ra's? Knows the chance of this working more then once is close to zero. So it has to be LEGENDARY. Life changing. Dick so good it ruins the Detective's LIFE. He's got to make sure the next time they meet, the Detective wants to kill him AND fuck him in equal measure.
After all, the Bats have a "no kill rule". Oh dear, Detective. Really only leaves you one option, then, doesn't it?
So Ra's goes to absolute TOWN on Tim. Sinks down to his knees and eats him out til his legs won't hold him. Carries him to the bed to the guestroom they're about to absolutely DEFILE, too use far too clever fingers, to stoke that burning NEED back up. Too stretch and tease, as his mouth worships that chest. That neck. That clever, clever mouth.
Runs his free hand along magnificent skin, wishes he could grip hair like the finest ink as he savors Timothy's mouth. It all feels decadent. Ra's is patient. Aaaand, there, Tim rocking against his hand has turned for lazy pleasure (savoring the glow of a good orgasm) to demanding.
His hands, his kisses, are growing hungrier. Commanding Ra's to give him what he needs. Spoil him like a pampered little prince. Either worship and adore him, or he will find someone else who SHALL. How can Ra's refuse? He'd be a fool too.
A fool not to suck and bite branding little marks upon that magnificent skin. A fool not to hike up those powerful hips a grind and tease with his length, until Timothy's sharp little nails dig into his flesh in warning. A gods forsaken incompetent, to NOT sink into that magnificent heat, pressed so close he can hear that breath taking little gasp of pleasure, as the thickness of himself presses wider and deeper then any BOY the Detective as ever taken.
Ra's AL Ghul is no fool.
But he IS a VERY giving lover.
Especially when he has something to gain from it. And oh, how it is a struggle not show the victory on his face. It would not do, to give the game away at the last moment. He knows better. So he moves his hips just so. Rolling at just the right angle. To grind with in as he thrusts, to grind against as he moves, his body angled just right to tease the Detective's clit.
Strong, calloused hands teasing what feels like EVERYWHERE. That deep rumbling voice monologing a god damned speech on how good Tim's body feels, how perfect he is, how sexy. That cock hitting everything over an over in a way marksmen would WEEP with jealousy at. Tim is pretty sure his brain is melting. Hook up too good, fuck why he came here actually. The others can handle it.
Will he later admit he fucked up? Probably. But that's when he gets the ability to reason again. Right NOW all he can think is a series of frantic porno noises and variations of the word "More". Turns out fumbling around with your teammates is NOT actually a good frame of reference for "what is Sex and how good does it feel?".
Tim doesn't even notice, two position changes and several orgasms later, when he loses his wig. His face is buried in Mystery Hook Up's shoulder, drooling and clinging, as he's worked up and down that mind melting cock like a toy. All that HE registers is that it feels nice to have that stuffy thing off and fingers running through his hair.
His family, though? Freaking out. Tim left with an "informant" (their ASS) and never showed back up. They've all HAD the traumatizing Honeypot Talk from Bruce. They KNOW Femme Fatales are a thing. Homme Fatales are a thing! Did someone send a sexy assassin after Tim!?
Soooooorta.
Dick, powered by the sheer force of Brotherly Murder-Panic and 👌close to showing the world why he and FUCKING DEATHSTROKE have a weird decade long "Thing(tm)" going, kicks down the door to waaaay too many random hook ups... until he eventually find the RIGHT hook up.
Where Timmy ain't got no bones. He be truely, magnificently, well fucked and boneless. A cooked noodle. Orgasm machine ran dry and he can see the shrimp color, Captain. He's cuddling a sex god and actively plotting to tattoo his phone number somewhere on this guy's body. Who CARES where he lives. Tim will MAKE it work. How you feel about breakfast?
Ra's is the exact flavour of Lounging Smug Bastard you imagine.
It's not even smirking "pleased with himself" territory anymore. It's full on "if a tiger were turned into a human, got revenge on the bastard who did it, and was lounging around feeling pleased with itself covered in blood" grinning. Because NOW, he has won.
Dick is, of course, going to break every bone in this Mystery Bastard's body. Jason. Hold him.
Which... just as Tim is about to throw a lamp in defense of his new Sex... something, Robin kicks the window open because "fuck it, I'm helping. Timothy may be an idiot. But he's OUR idiot and you've clearly seduced him with some sort of evil demonic sex magic, you fiend, time to fight." Etc etc.
Only then Hot Hook Up takes of his mask.
He.... He looks a LOT like Damian. A concerning amount. Like... if you were to say, take away the Wayne traits, he'd be almost identical.
Tim is ALSO not a fool.
That grin is very familiar. Those EYES are a shade he knows INCREDIBLY damn well. And oh sweet fuck on a stick he boned Ra's AL Ghul.
And it was amazing.
DAMN IT!!!
Does Tim absolutely HATE that Ra's was right? That Tim SHOULD consider sleeping with him? Yes. Is Tim going to do it again? According to the flashcard forcefully handed to him by his Father, ahem, "No. We do not sleep with Supervillians. We have self control." So... noooooooo, of course not. He would NEVER. Don't be absurd.
(Yes.)
-🐼🐼🐼
tim knows he shouldnt but also knows bruce has no moral highground to say 'dont sleep with supervillains 😭
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kim hongjoong in pirate king: zombies
#he just transfixed me look at him#this is a good look someone make him patient zero#ateez#atiny#kim hongjoong#hongjoong#hongjoong ateez#pirate king#mine
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Simon making it clear that you are the only one he wants
“You alright, sweetheart?” Simon’s deep, gruff voice hit your ears, pulling your out of your thoughts.
You nodded without a sound, subtly trying to divert your gaze so that he wouldn’t look into your eyes and see all the emotion swimming inside, but at this point you really didn’t need to answer the question. The way you sit across from him with your brow furrowed into two steep peaks and your shoulders slumped forward and tight as you idly picked at the skin around your fingernails was enough of a sign. Even though you tried to dismiss him with a few muttered “I’m fine” and “It’s nothing” phrases, the man knew; whatever it was had been eating away at you for some time.
Turning his full attention to you he took your chin into his coarse grasp and tilted your head upward until your eyes met. “Then why can’t ya even look at me?” he posed his next question.
You let out a sigh, nowhere to run now as Simon wasn’t gonna let you back out. “It’s just…silly...”
An incident had been on your mind for a week now, something that should have been resolved already, but try as you might to let it go it just couldn’t be shaken. A new younger female recruit had got it into her head that she wanted a piece of the huge, mysterious Lieutenant and began to flaunt that young, supple body in his direction. Simon had not allowed it to continue for even a second after that initial encounter, making sure that you knew everything in detail, and immediately she was reprimanded and reassigned, but the damage had been done to your confidence.
Were you really right for him? Were you enough? You had never really thought of yourself as ugly, but when pitted up against some pretty thing that had the freshness of young beauty on her side, you weren’t so sure if you could really compare and that made your usual abundance of self-confidence drop to nearly zero.
Amber eyes gazed back at you as Simon waited patiently for your reply. Taking a deep, calming breath you continued. “I guess I just can’t help but wonder if you made the right choice,” you said.
“And what choice is that, hmm?” he pushed, letting you use your words even though he was sure where this was headed.
“Choosing me,” you said so softly it was barely above a whisper.
Just as he suspected, it was still bothering you and he kicked himself for not doing more before now to show you that there was no one on base or even in the whole fucking world that could compare to what he had with you. There was no one up until now that had ever kept him so tightly wound as you did that he constantly felt like he couldn't get you out of his head, that he never could get enough of you; it was a constant struggle just to keep sane so that he could do his job when he knew what would be waiting for him when he got home.
That’s why it took nothing for him to know exactly what it was that he needed to do now.
Without a word the grip on your chin was released as Simon stood to his feet. He reached down and took a hold of your hand, giving it a good, solid tug. “Come on,” he beckoned with a nod of his head to stand with him and through a bit of stubborn reluctance, you followed.
As soon as you were on your feet he pulled you into his hard, warm chest, leaning his head in close until you could feel his breath against your lips. “Of all the fuckin' mistakes I've made in my life, ya ain't one of 'em. I think someone needs a bit of extra attention, and I was a fuckin' fool waitin' till now to give it to her,” he murmured, his voice lowering into that register that always sent shivers down your spine. “Let me take care of ya, let me turn that brain of yours off for a bit and show ya how sure I am that I made the right choice.”
Before you could answer, his lips had already connected with your own to steal the words right out of your mouth. If there was one thing that experienced military man was superior at it was making you come apart at the seams like it was his fucking job. And boy did he take pride in his work.
But right here and now he would be even more meticulous in his affections as it was clear you needed to be reminded that you and only you were the best goddamn thing to grace his miserable existence. All of his undivided attention would be yours tonight and he would not stop until every single worry had left that pretty little head.
Promises were breathed into your mouth by him. "I'm not stoppin' until ya know just how fuckin' much I don't want anyone else besides ya."
In a flurry of lips and tangled limbs, you found your way over to the bed. Like a surgeon performing a delicate operation, he carefully removed each article of your clothing one by one, making sure that the exposed skin was immediately caressed and attended to before he moved on to the next. Every inch of skin on you would feel the passion in his embrace. By the time you hit the mattress’ surface, your body was already a tingling mess of nerve ends bursting to life in ways that made your mind numb.
The lights had been turned down low, their soft incandescent glow warm and inviting as the breathy sounds of unspoken desires from a man consumed filled the air. It was hard to think of anything as the thick tension permeated the space while you lay there naked sprawled out across the sheets with Simon at your side. Adoration was what he was after tonight, needing you to be left as nothing more than a puddle of pure bliss in the middle of his bed.
Toughened fingers traced all of those subtle imperfections lining your body with such tenderness as if each scar and blemish and indention were incredibly precious to him; his lips followed not far behind as he whispered praises into your skin. Those gentle words that were only for your ears alone as he couldn’t have people thinking he was going soft…even though he absolutely had been since the moment he got with you.
“How could ya ever think I would want anythin’ other than this, other than ya?" he breathed the question into the skin of your torso. “You're all I could ever want, all I fuckin’ think about; the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me. My pretty girl.”
His nose nuzzled against the crook of your neck and he caught that scent: the smell of your body’s natural musk that just one whiff of could make his head fuzzy and his body tingle in a way he could not describe. All those beautifully fragrant notes that combined together to create a profile that was distinct to you so that even if he couldn’t see you he knew you were near. Closing his eyes, he breathed you in deep.
“Christ, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, sweetheart,” he purred into the warm skin of your shoulder before he was on the move, lips caressing over the swell of your breasts with nipples already stiff. “I just can’t ever get enough of ya. How could ya ever fuckin' think I'd give up all this for some young tart who'd get sick 'a me sooner rather than later? Fuck, you’re all I want, all I'll eva fuckin' need.”
Down, down, down he continued over the length of your stomach towards your thighs. It was like performing a sacred act, him giving you the full breadth of his overwhelming desire as he made his way from your lips to your legs, getting everything in between. He shot a hungry glance back up at you as he reached those pillowy creations that he loved so much.
He sighed. "Every inch of ya is like a goddamn dream."
Extra time he spent on your thighs as he embraced those voluptuous curves over and over again with his mouth, kissing and sucking, running his nose along them until you were whining and writhing beneath him. Shit, he had not even touched anywhere near your throbbing clit yet and still you could not stop the way your heart pounded out of your chest or your short, sticcatoed breathing that filled the silence.
“Please,” the plea fell from your open mouth, but there was no need to beg. This was your night after all and he was not about to deny you of anything.
"Whatever my pretty girl wants she's gonna fuckin' get," he smiled. "Always."
Slowly Simon’s large hands spread you open just wide enough that he could lean his face into your mossy bank. More delicate kisses were dotted over your petals, his mouth embracing all around that tender slit before his tongue gently slipped inside the folds. All that doting on your body had done it’s job in stimulating so that he was met with a wetness on his tongue as he dived in.
Shit were you sweet, like eating a peach except this one would not run out before he had gotten his fill.
That masterful tongue drew short, concise circles around your clit, lips locking around the bud intermittently to suck, using the two techniques in tandem while his nails drug lightly over your thighs until your were bucking against his face. There was no rush in his movements; he was going to take his time in drawing out your pleasure.
You couldn’t make a sound, your mind consumed completely with every flick of his tongue, every press of it firmly against you, every pass of his hands over your thighs; overstimulated doesn’t even begin to describe it. Eyes closed, mouth wide open, desperate music being moaned into the room was all you could muster as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice of your pleasure.
Leisurely Simon lapped at your clit, no rush, no hurry, with measured strokes that eased you pleasantly into your orgasm instead of violently throwing you over. You came so effortlessly that you are able to ride out that wave of ecstasy for minutes as his pace stayed at that steady rhythm until there was no more left for you to give. Only then did he emerge like a man baptized anew.
By the time he finally thrust inside you, you were a glorious mess of sweat and mewls and cum. He took you right on your back, needing to see that look in your eyes that made him feel like he was your whole world. No muscle-straining positions will he put you in tonight as all he wants is to gaze down at the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Do ya think I have any doubts now?” he asked with a muted smile. "Think I could do this with just anyone?"
Your cheeks, already warm and pink, flushed bright crimson. “No,” you shook your head.
“That's a good girl,” he praised as he adjusted your legs to be comfortable around his thick torso. “Then let’s finish this off right, yeah? You and me, sweetheart.”
Slow, even thrusts he pounded into you, stretching you and filling you full even at this angle, as he met your lips again to nearly choke you on all his passion. You could taste yourself on his breath as he claimed you body and soul.
“Ya feel so fuckin’ good, just wanna stay buried in ya all the time,” he groaned between precise thrusts through your tight, moist core. Your body was paradise and he could not get enough. Pulling back he watched the connection of your bodies right at the point where he slipped inside of you. You were so full of him there was no distinction between where he ended and you began.
Simon was never a religious man, most of the time as far from it as humanly possible, but the closest he would ever come to faith was the moment he got his first feel of all that glory that first time you two went at it. It was then that your body became his church and from then on he was more than ready to give his life to worshiping at your alter with his fingers and tongue and cock; any and all instruments at his disposal to show you his unwavering devotion.
That man had been starved for far longer than he would like to admit, but the first time he buried himself in you that was all it took to fill him up. It was only you that he craved: your softness and warmth and light and no one else would ever do. As much as you were his, he was yours.
His hands ran up the sides of your torso, leaving burning trails that made you shiver as he palmed both of your breasts in each one of his hands to massage the flesh. “I want ya to come for me again,” he said, more need in his voice. “Can ya do that for me pretty girl?”
Rapidly you nodded your head up and down as you focused on what was coming.
“That’s it; wanna be sure my girl gets everything she needs to stay satisfied with me.”
There was a feeling of safety and security that you got when you were with him; no matter how rough or passionate the sex got, Simon was always right there with you in the moment so that you never felt that it was one sided. Right now that feeling spread through you along with the gathering warmth in your abdomen to help you get out of your head and let go. All those worries, all those fears, they left completely as he thrust inside you a few more times and you spilled over the edge once more.
He kissed you hard on the mouth, holding your raw lips together once more as he followed right after you. His shoulder shook as his released himself and fell into that high that he would never tire of- not when it was with you. As he let go of your lips, he smiled back down at you; that glow of ecstasy causing his heart to skip a beat.
“Ya see, there’s no one in this whole fuckin’ world I want more than ya, sweetheart,” he whispered into your temple before placed a quick kiss. “And I am always willin’ to show ya that you are the only girl for me.”
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(In Case I Don’t See You) Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Goodnight.
DPxDC
After a reveal, things go strange for Danny. At first, he thinks it’s just the lingering effects of having his vigilante identity out in the open. Sam and Tucker tell him he’s being paranoid, and Jazz doesn’t talk much with him because she’d left for college. She only listens to his words and talks him through the feelings, a steady presence.
It’s then that he realises that his ghosts had been showing up… regularly. Not erratic and randomly, they were almost scheduled; he’d checked once, and they had always shown up when the time was even. He’d said this to Sam and Tucker, Tucker looked concerned but Sam brushed him off. “They’d have to coordinate for that, Danny,” she said, “Do you really think Skulker wouldn’t take every chance possible to fight you?”
His ghosts were getting more agitated. It wasn’t hard to defeat them, they were just. Angrier. They also went down easier, but got back up faster. They also were disjointed in their banter, and it got worse as time went by, fights quieter and more… emotion filled.
It’s only when Danny spots several white vans nearby his fights that he realised he’d forgotten about the GIW.
Danny rushed home, to the portal- he’s unlucky, or perhaps rather fortunate, that he stumbles upon the GIW in his home, talking to his parents. It’s an easy decision to turn invisible.
“Keeping Patient Zero in the Truman cage is working well, but it might be catching on. Unscheduled fights give us more subjects, so you’ll be lent Subject-E and Subject-SK in two days, in the private laboratory, as they are currently useless in field and hinder the process.”
Patient Zero? Subject-E and Subject-SK? Useless? What process?
Truman Cage? …Danny knew that movie. Watched it with Jazz a few years before, because Jazz had a project on it, wanted to do inquiry on unethical ‘imprisonment’ and isolation.
Static buzzed through the air, and Danny heard the GIW agent pick up an ecto-proof walkie talkie. “Report, Patient Zero has been missing for two minutes, unknown whereabouts, may be heading or already at FW Household.”
Danny swore mentally, flying away to the roof of the Nasty Burger, still invisible.
Shit. What were they doing- what kind of shit had they already done?
…What could Danny do to stop it?
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Batman stared at the report in his hands. Phase One of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s plan was going well, to capture and learn everything they can about ectoplasmic beings and a ‘villainous creature’ that has taken control of a small town in Illinois. Supposedly, the ‘creature’ was a volatile destructive being that repeatedly put the town through constant attacks.
Everything about it smelt fishy, and he’d found about the ‘GIW’ was flimsy, and a strangely large amount of money was being siphoned into it. The Fenton research being used was also something that shouldn’t’ve been published, biased and clearly contradictory in areas.
The information blockout was just asking for investigation.
sorry that this isn’t more for the story! I may write more for this, but idm this being used as a prompt post either! If you respond to this in a separate post, please tag me, i like to see what y’all make, don’t just link this post and run y’all. Also, i’m like 80% sure someone’s made this already or at least done something similar, so if someone could find and link that, that’d be awesome
On a side note; some notes for this specific thing, but freedom is encouraged and this is mainly for myself because ik i’ll forget about this.
The GIW learnt danny’s id before the reveal and figured out very quickly that they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him because he’s legally human and he hasn’t had biological testing to make sure he isn’t human. They got ghost confirmation via the fenton parents after the public reveal, but had already informed the fentons of the possibility of danny being a ghost and proposed the ‘Truman Plan’ to them.
The plan was to set up another ghost portal with coordinates set to the same area the fenton’s portal lets out and recapture whichever ghosts danny lets go there, and this works exponentially well. They gain a bunch of speech capable ghosts to experiment on, and decide quickly that they’d start ways to put them under control and make them stronger, in order to, eventually, capture danny.
Phase Two is weakening Danny and looking into his skillset and how to counteract it.
Phase Three is actually capturing Danny.
Danny figures out that the GIW has agents everywhere, bugs everywhere and nowhere is safe. The only people he is absolutely certain he can trust to not make the GIW aware he knows he’s entrapped is Jazz, Sam, And Tucker, but since the last tw oare in the bounds of the GIW, he can only talk to Jazz to plan (he flies up up up and calls because tucker had them up on a private network so the only risk was being overheard, really)
B only discovered the GIW while passing over recent government records, and sets up one of his disguises to visit the town, eventually.
He ‘just so happens’ to be bowled over by Danny Fenton one afternoon and sets up a white noise generator to tell the boy the JL was on his side. After all, something wasn’t right, here.
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Could I request hcs of reader with an Iron hands who is a gentle giant and loves to battle against other trainers ( like nemona and penny) but arven is always on edge around the iron hands.. always thinking that it could hurt someone else like the other area zero pokemon hurt mabostiff. Reader and co tries to convince him that that this one's diffrent and would never do that to anyone?
((Generally fluff.. it doesn't need to be that angsty))
I love Iron Hands fr fr so thank you for this <3
My main one (who I affectionately named Raiden) is a tera raid powerhouse, but besides that I just,,,love my funky metallic futuristic Hariyama
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You often wonder if your Iron Hands had some kind of glitch in its system...
Because it's simply the sweetest fighting/electric type machine you've ever had the honor of capturing.
Its default expression is pretty much like "^^" 24/7.
When outside its pokeball, it's such a gentle giant towards the smaller Pokémon--whether they're on your team or out in the wild.
It absolutely loves comparing hand sizes with everyone (especially you, even though it knows very well that its palm size surpasses every single human's).
And of course, Iron Hands likes the thrill of battle, being all charged-up to fight whoever challenged you both.
Nemona herself is always eager to battle the Paradox Pokémon she witnessed you capture firsthand.
Penny gets a little nervous sending out her Vaporeon or Umbreon, knowing they'd get clobbered by a thunderbolt or drain punch easily.
But even outside of battle, Iron Hands is a kind and gentle soul around her Eeveelutions. They like to play around in the field, so they don't bear any ill will towards it.
The only person who feels genuine fear around it is Arven...and for good reason.
You saw it the moment Mabosstiff and Iron Hands stared each other down at one of the school's tournaments, with you taking one turn to boost its attack....while your friend remained frozen on the spot, suddenly unable to utter a command to his buddy.
He ended up running away, and the match was suspended, with you and the girls chasing him down to find him at the lighthouse.
Iron Hands is just stumped, confused as to why he looked so angry at it.
But you, Penny, and Nemona knew exactly what was up.
He was just scared of it hurting Mabosstiff (or other people) and making him weak all over again.
Of course, Arven was still traumatized by what happened during his first time in Area Zero--and being ambushed by a group of Iron Hands before you went up to the time machine certainly didn't help matters.
But you reassured him that your Iron Hands was nothing like those wild ones.
It was kind, loyal, and you've trained it well and understood each other...even though its origins remained shrouded in mystery (you had to lie about it being a Hariyama in a cool suit, but it took no offense to that).
The girls also agreed that it was good and patient in battles, never overdoing any attack.
Still, it's gonna take Arven some time to fully trust it, especially in a battle with Mabosstiff. So you just set up picnics and allowed Iron Hands to interact with his Pokémon, getting to know each and every one of them.
You even encouraged him to use the sponge on its metal plates, giving them a good shine.
With time (and more exposure therapy), he'll be comfortable enough seeing Iron Hands always at your side whenever he's making sandwiches or asking you for advice on his newest recipes.
#clanask#anonymous#pokemon x reader#pokemon violet x reader#pokemon arven#pokemon arven x reader#arven x reader#iron hands#platonic#headcanons
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Fluent When Upset
König x Y/n (fem-reader)
Warnings: Language
Authors note: This is my first time ACTUALLY writing König. I sort of based it off on this
I apologize for the butchered German 😂😅
You have been living in Austria for 3 years now. You and König have been together for 5 years. As time went by, and you discovered you were pregnant with a baby boy that König was absolutely excited about.
Aside from all that, you did struggle to learn the German language once you settled in, the only time you did speak it properly (or at least you think it is) when you get mad or annoyed, and König rarely to never upsetted, nor annoyed you. It only comes out when you stub your toe on the table, or when you hit your head, or when someone on a bike or scooter nearly hits you when you cross the street.
This day, you went to the store to do a little bit of grocery shopping, and you took your son with you in his stroller. He needed some fresh air after being in the house all day. König was on the fence about going with you. He went against his anxiety, and went with you two.
"You don't have to come." you tell him, while putting your jacket on, "I just need to buy a few things for dinner."
"I know, liebe, I just want to make sure you're both safe." he tells you, figetting with the bag on your sons stroller handle.
One of the few times, your husband takes off his sniper hood when he's at home and isn't expecting company. He has those tired, sad European eyes that you fell in love with. He was always worried and concerned about your well-being, even more so after having your son.
"We'll be fine, I know how you feel about crowds, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable." you reassure him.
"I know, but I know your German isn't good." he tells you with a slight hesitation in his voice, but he wasn't wrong. Your German is okay at best. You know the basics but not enough to hold onto a conversation.
"Well, you got me there." You chuckle, checking to see if your son is secure in his stroller. It was only a 10 minute walk to the store. König had never heard you speak German, maybe one or two words but never a full sentence.
After buying what you need from the store, a little grocery store that sells everything. You were always careful when crossing the street, especially when you had your infant son with you. You had the right away to cross, you had the green. König standing next to with one of the bags of groceries in his hand and the other around your waist.
Taking a few steps onto the street, some asshole decides at the very, very last second to go forward when he had the red light. A few feet away from hitting the stroller, that absolutely sent you into a verbal rage.
"Scheiße!." König exclaims, pulling the stroller back.
"Arschloch!." you yell at the driver, looking back at the other cars stopped at the light to see if there's another jackass that will do the same, then back in the direction of the car that nearly hit you and your child that is long gone now, "Siehst du uns nicht! Verdammtes arschloch!."
You both continue crossing the street while you yell at the driver who can't hear you anymore, but you just wanted to voice your opinion on drivers like them.
"Wir hatten gleich das recht, und ich schiebe einen kinderwagen!." you continue to shout as if you were a native speaker.
When you get to the other side, König is wide-eyed, mostly because of how your German is.
"Liebe, where did you learn that?." he asks, moving you to the side. Away from others walking by.
"I don't know, probably from having the TV on throughout the day. I picked up on a few phrases, and also the neighbors." you tell him, checking on your son who is asleep.
He kisses the top of your head through his hood. "I guess I did need you to come with me to the store." You joked as you two continued to walk back to your apartment. To König you German did sound broken, but hey, you were yelling at some dipshit who had zero patients for pedestrians.
#könig#könig call of duty#cod könig#könig x y/n#könig x you#könig x reader#call of duty#cod#könig x fem reader#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare 2022#cod warzone
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indulgent domestic modern!au clegan headcanons for the soul:
they're both really good in the kitchen!! i see them both as well functioning adults ngl so they both do the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc working together like a well oiled machine.
bucky's more of the savory cook out of the two of them—I've been so into tinned fish talk on tiktok lately and been busy imagining this man just doing easy recipes for dinner and lunches. he likes making donburi, the air-fryer is his best friend, a risotto recipe he stole from benny's mom, wine marinated steaks, etc. he's the type to have to be in action to be calm so it's pretty common to see him running around the kitchen doing like six things at once.
buck's more of a baker, he has a sourdough starter on the counter and in the refrigerator bucky stays far, far away from. he makes the bread bucky uses for avocado toast breakfasts, cupcakes he shares liberally, dog friendly peanut butter cookies he made specifically for meatball, etc. rolling and smacking thick dough is like a stress reliever for him, so nearing the anniversary of him finally leaving his childhood house, the oven is on near 24/7 and the entire house smells like a bakery. everyone pops by now and then to take home some of the overload of baked goods and offer distraction in the form of chaos—at first by bucky's invitation but nowadays it's like an unwritten yearly calendar thing.
buck's usually in charge of breakfast. he makes fluffy pancakes more often than not, scrambled eggs on toast, always has two coffee pots ready for each of them because they go through it like its water. brady has made some very pointed suggestions on their kidneys, especially bucky's, but gets called out right back on the actual tobacco pipe he still smokes with in this day and age. if bucky wakes up earlier, he makes them avocado toast because he tried it at this hipster cafe as a joke but it's really not a joke anymore now.
they're both morning people it's revolting. when curt stays over he makes it very clear he won't be up before 9 the earliest and fuck them both if they try anything to actually wake him up. they wake him up. there's a guest room that may as well be curt's and his clothes are folded neatly in the dresser.
buck likes cantaloupe, so bucky regularly cuts up the fruit and packs them into lunch boxes for him.
brady shares the same birthday as meatball. so every year without fail, aside from his actual cake, bucky gets an extra plain cake with meatball printed on it with the words happy birthday meatball!! in large letters and a tiny (and brady) under it.
two of the shelves displayed in their house is just full of tchotchkes from all over the world from their adventures. yes there is concerning amount of unicorn statues. buck always looks moderately pained when someone asks about it. among them is a rock that tripped bucky up one random hike and somehow caused him to fall of cliff and get stuck in an outcropping of rocks. air rescue had to be called and he was an absolute nightmare of a broken ankle patient. again, buck always looks moderately pained when somebody asks about it.
they're hemming and hawing over getting a dog which the others find absolutely bewildering and when asked about it they both say its like cheating on meatball, which makes zero sense because the dog is benny's do not even think of stealing him cleven i swear—
they do get a dog from the shelter though!! they get a beagle. no really the dog is literally the bane of their existence they just had to choose the most exuberant 5yo dog with a powdered sugar face that's literally the antithesis of meatball. they name him tomato. benny despairs on how his dog isn't even really just his.
obsessed with the thought of them building their house by themselves like grey's anatomy's derek no hear me out architect!blakely helping them design the house and they have an open plan design which i kind of hate but the image of buck cooking in the kitchen yelling at bucky who's got his feet up on the coffee table oh
they go on these planned little adventures for dates and one of said plans is doing a pilates class together. hear me out: they both suck at it 😭. an hour in and bucky is literally stuck on the machine terrified of moving, he has cramps in muscles he didn't even know could get cramps. he looks to the left and buck is flat on the ground unmoving. they sign up for another class but bring curt into it thinking it'd be hilarious but no curt becomes the instructor's favorite within minutes. they sign up for another class in protest and bring brady and nearly kill the guy from sheer anger. their competitive asses work overtime and somehow end up getting instructor certificates just to prove they could.
the day they discover kahoot is honestly a mistake because when they host get togethers they do little presentations on what they've been doing since they last met and do full on kahoot quizzes and several expensive glasses are sacrificed for the worser worse. 'what was the shirt color of the lady photobombing us in that beach selfie?' and dougie straight up lobs his phone at bucky's face.
some extra casually possessive clegan hcs:
passenger princess buck with bucky's hand always casually draped over buck's closest thigh, absentmindedly playing with the inseam of his pants when they hit a red light
or: buck laying a hand on bucky's thigh to calm him down when some asshole cuts them off, or when bucky starts going past the speed limit, or just for comfort during a long drive
sitting thigh to thigh during breakfast/lunch/in the bar, sometimes even overlapping, buck's arm always around the back of bucky's chair
when they're sitting on high stools, bucky's leg is always propped up on buck's footrest
buck sitting on the only high stool available, bucky leaning by his side with an arm tucked around his hip
this pose of dua/callum insanity. squinting down on a tourist map of madrid for a random trip together, bucky's arms around buck with their heads bent trying to read tiny spanish lettering under the overbearing sun, buck tucking his hand into bucky's backpocket and tugging him closer like that'll help them find their hotel easier
some vacation fun:
actually from this post I've added a few to and had brainworms on
the buckies go on a 7 day trip to somewhere with beaches and resorts and spa days and fruity little drinks with tiny little umbrellas and tell literally 0 people. they get ambushed on day 4 anyway.
in every beach outing thing, there has got to be a scene where they do each others' sunscreen. doing buck's, bucky purposefully leaves some parts of his skin unsuncreened on his back spelling out 'I SUCK' with an arrow pointing down to his ass. thankfully buck's blessed with perfect golden skin so he doesnt sunburn like at all.
buck brings a whole rack of books to read while sun tanning, a cute little folded table, cooler, bright towels for mats, and a rented umbrella setting up his downtime perfectly.
bucky leaves him to it for the first two hours because he loves the man: he goes to play beach volleyball with some random people he charms within minutes, saves a kid's sandcastle from being eaten by the waves and somehow ropes the kid and 4 other random children to build a giant fortress with a moat, accidentally step on a few crabs, takes hundreds of pics with other random tourists for some strange reason (they think he's a movie star and he does nothing to dissuade that), does karaoke near the beach bar with several equally enthusiastic drunk people, and pets every dog in his vicinity. he acquires exactly 9 numbers despite telling people he's very much taken, several insider local attractions added to his knowledge, and finds out the dirty sordid underground clubs in the area. all within 2 hours.
he comes trotting back to buck without a single hit to his stamina, and finally starts lobbying for a jet ski race.
in the two hours he was gone, bucky had flirted heavily with the jet ski rental managers, and rented 2 jet skis with a discount he refused and without an actual boating license but he's like really persuasive guys you don't get it. they do know how to ride it though because they're the kind of couple with a terrifying amount of qualifications in their CVs.
buck pretending not to be as competitive as his partner and hemming and hawing about going on the jet ski but the minute the race is on their trash talking gets so loud beach security has to stop by to calm them down.
buck leaves bucky with their kit to get some ice cream and comes back to bucky lounging on the mat. without pause, he kicks up sand directly on top of bucky and buries the man within minutes without giving the man the chance to defend himself from buck's onslaught.
buck sends the 100bg gc a pic of bucky buried under the sand with a coke right beside his head and a straw poking out straight to his mouth for easy access and it becomes the gcs new pfp.
the boys trace their location within days and on day 4 of their vacation they get ambushed in their hotel room and it turns into a big outing. jack scoffs at the buckies' itinerary and types out a new one for their entire group.
#a no pain day <3#gathered all my eggs in one post so i could be done with them#mota#masters of the air#buck cleven#bucky egan#clegan#buck x bucky#mota headcanons#mota hcs#mota modern!au#just indulgence honestly#curt biddick#benny demarco#john brady#james douglass#jack kidd#this is literally just for me im sorry 😭#eganeyes
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☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎
𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬
!Deathstroke; Slade Wilson Edition!
Yea…no.
Sure, you knew when signing up for this job that you’d be dealing with the worst of the worst. You knew that the amount these guys racked up is probably more than your yearly salary. You knew that this was a building filled with maniacs and lost souls. You knew that. What you didn’t know is that you’d have to be dealing with this guy.
Slade Wilson; mercenary, assassin, business man, and just over all powerhouse. You will say that he isn’t the worst on your roster, but he isn’t the nicest either. It doesn’t matter to you though, everyone in here could be thrown into the same category. You snapped out of your thoughts when the telltale buzzing sound hit your ears, signaling that your next patient was here. The conversation between you and the guards was routine; telling you the patient's name, what they're here for, blah blah blah. As they leave, Wilson takes the seat right across from you instead of the much more comfortable couch. You suspect this to be some sort of intimidation tactic, lessening the distance between you so you feel uncomfortable. He wants to make himself look bigger, badder; you’re not falling for it. Noting this makes you feel more certain so you puff out your chest more, head held a little higher.
“Good Afternoon, Mr Wilson. I’m Dr. (L/n) and I’ll be your new physiatrist and occasional therapist,”
“Occasional?”
“Yes, occasional. Lord knows how understaffed we are,” that last part was mumbled under your breath, or at least, you thought it was; seeing as you earned a chuckle from the mane across from you. Yes, this is a good start.
“So, Mr Wilson,” you perk up a bit
“Is there anything you’d like for me to know about you? Any worries, concerns, hobbies, things of the sort?” He pauses, his good eye analyzing you from top to bottom. His brows furrow slightly and the cuffs around his wrist slightly flank against each other from the tapping of his leg.
“Just one,” he says in a deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Not like that…I mean, yes like that, but could anyone really blame you? Just look at him.
“Anything, Mr Wilson,” you smile lightly as a sign of welcoming. You know whatever comes out of his mouth won’t be the most savory, no matter how severe, but you won’t let him see any weakness.
“How long do you think you’ll last here?” you’re about to inquire the meaning of his question but get caught off before you could ask.
“It’s obvious someone like you isn’t meant for a place like this. Too kind, too friendly, too small,” the octave of his voice goes down a little at the end.
“You’d get eaten alive in here,” you smile, soft and content. You sigh a tiny bit before looking up from your notepad looking directly at him.
“You’ve know me all of,” you take a glance over at the clock to the clock
“…five minutes and you’re already making assumptions. Even implying I quit the job I spent 13 yrs practicing for. How inconsiderate, Mr Wilson,”
The playfulness in your voice brings back that slight tug of his lips and melodic chuckle. Two (Y/n) zero Slade Wilson.
“One could say that’s the whole point of your job isn’t it? Making assumptions. Trying to see what you think would help people like us; analyzing us as soon as we step through these doors,” damn, 2-1.
You return to smile again, this time in defeat, still never losing the airiness to it.
“Touché. However, I’m not so worried about assuming. It’s human nature to do so, is it not? You see a guy standing in a dark alleyway, hoodie covering his face, hands tucked deeply in his pockets,” you rummage through your desk drawer before pulling out two erasers. One a cow face and the other a little pig. You set them down in front of you before continuing.
“You’ll think one of many things; A, he’s a smoked out crackhead waiting to ask for some money. B, a low life thug ready to mug you for all your worth, or C, a murder in the loose ready to make you his next victim,” you glance up at your patient, he seems confused as to where you’re going with this. Good.
“My point is that everyone assumes. No matter what. It’s my job to separate the lies from the truth m. To find out who you really are,” you smile for the nth time, he starts to grow annoyed. How can you be so carefree with someone like him?
“You gonna tell me where you’re going with this?”
“Tell me, Mr Wilson,” you point to the erasers you previously set out.
“Which one of these do you think is my favorite?” He shoots a quick look at his choices and then back at you. He assumi-…guessing that you want to prove a point, make him see he’s wrong. Not gonna happen. He takes his time, he knows about you, how could he not. Everyone knows when fresh meat gets sent into this hell hole, easier to manipulate. When he heard you were assigned to him he did some digging into your history, but… he couldn’t find anything. A regular person with an irregular job. There has to be a reason for this. Earlier when tried to assess you he thought you were nothing but another innocent to be corrupted, but from the situation that he’s in now… he’s assum- guessing he’s wrong. Damn… you are good. 3-1.
“Neither,” hm? What is he talking abou-
“It’s the one on your pencil. That’s your favorite,”
You laugh, of course he’d figure it out. Ever since you two started talking you’d fiddle with the end of your pencil from time to time. The little bunny remains stationary at the end of it. 3-2.
“You figured it out, didn’t you?” he smiles before man-spreading his legs a little wider, shoulders falling back slightly.
“Well, Deathstroke, I just give credit where it’s due. However,” you say dragging out the last syllable.
“One thing you failed to notice this one thing,” you for some god unforsaken reason flip the eraser inside out and his face drops.
“It’s a sheep,”
4-1
I kinda lost motivation at the end so it’s a lil sloppy and doesn’t really make sense ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Just tryna get over my writer’s block and last week's bust ass schedule. Hope you enjoyed it anyways.
Love, Sosa❤️
#☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎#slade wilson#Slade x reader#Slade x you#Slade x y/n#deathstroke#Deathstroke x reader
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Slashers and the first kiss
Jason Voorhees
You're gonna have to take the lead on this one. Jason doesn't initiate anything beyond cuddles, at least for while.
The best moment to ask him for a kiss would be during those cuddles. And for the first time, asking is absolutely mandatory.
The moment the question has left your mouth, he is equally terrified and excited. Really? You want a kiss… from *him*?
He's going to stare at you with a deer-in-headlights look for a long moment, before lifting his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth.
His lips are rough and chapped and quivering under yours. He is absolutely enjoying the kiss, he is just a bit overwhelmed.
But from that moment on he will occasionally lift his mask a little during cuddle-time to ask for a kiss.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent is a bit more hands on than Jason. Being the romantic soul he is, a first kiss with him would happen the first time you see him unmasked. It's a movie-worthy moment, really.
He is so focused on his work that he only notices his mask slipping when it finally falls off and lands on the ground. Luckily it doesn't break and only suffers a few dents. Nothing unfixable. He is more worried about you seeing his face for the first time, so he quickly turns away to hide it under his hair.
"Vincent… wait."
He freezes mid-motion.
You cup his cheek with one hand and turn his head so he is facing you again.
"Vinnie… you're perfect."
Those words, breathlessly whispered, break through whatever fears have been holding him back. Before you know it, you are pressed against him and his mouth crashes against yours. He is gentle yet passionate, and leaves you breathless and wanting more afterwards.
Freddy Krueger
The way we know Freddy, he tries to kiss you before you even know his name, albeit in an attempt to creep you out and make you feel even more helpless in his realm. Well joke's on him, you're into that shit.
He is *very* taken aback when you launch a proverbial counter-offensive by just going along with it. Part of him is frustrated that you seem too unafraid to kill. Another part of him further down south on his anatomy is curious where this may lead. By the time you come up with an equally dirty, cheesy and somehow even macabre pick-up-line to follow the impromtu makeout session, he is already putty in your hands. Okay maybe keeping you and *only* you around wouldn't be the worst idea.
Brahms Heelshire
Pretty much gets to it as soon as the whole proxy-doll business is done away with. This man demands his good-night-kiss every night and skipping that is not an option. He even immediately ditches the mask when you ask to kiss him properly.
Having spent the majority of his life living in the walls of his conservative parents' house of course means that he has absolutely zero experience and only very limited exposure to romantic media and just goes by whatever feels good to him. So he tends to be a bit too rough while chasing the pleasure he gets from kissing you. Be patient with him; he is touch-starved as hell and has a lot of pent-up energy. With time, he'll learn that it's way more fun when he is not just doing what *he* wants and pays attention to your reactions too.
Bubba Sawyer
He *really* wants to kiss you, pretty much as soon as Drayton kindly decides that you would be more useful as a worker than as lunch. But he has never had the opportunity to kiss someone before, and he really wants you to enjoy it. So he decides to try and get advice from his presumeably more experienced brothers. Asking Drayton yields no result, the question just makes him angry, and Chop Top just responds by giggling so hard that he barely gets a word out. It's so frustrating for Bubba.
At some point he decides to stop worrying and just goes ahead with it. Probably while you're cleaning up after the latest "meat delivery" has been properly taken care of. He grabs you by the arm, pulls you against his chest and plants a very wet kiss on your mouth. He is absolutely vibrating with delight when you kiss him back.
#vincent sinclair x reader#brahms heelsire x reader#bubba sawyer x reader#jason voorhees x reader#slasher x reader#freddy krueger x reader
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k so i was thinking about best friend!hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh
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tiger stripes | zhang hao
pairing| bff!hao x chubbyfem!reader
cw| fluff!, slightly suggestive?, kissing body parts, mentions of abuse, common fem insecurities (you're beautiful and worthy, don't let anyone tell you any different ilysm <3)
wc| 1.1K words
prolouge| ever since the zhang family moved next door, little you and little hao have always been the best of friends, doing anything and everything together being only children and neighbors. your favorite game was pretend doctor where you would take turns being the patient. this ignited a spark, encouraging the both of you to take medical courses in the future. similar as you are, both of you grew up differently as he was raised in a loving an encouraging household, while you were being beaten up by your step father every day until you turned 16 when your mom finally caught him in the act and forced him to move out.
playlist| all of me by john legend "love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections"
ask from 💌 anon| "k so i was thinking about best friend! hao x u doing anatomy homework. imagine hin asking you for some random body part and if you got it right he WOULD KISS THAT PART hwheh"
a/n: the way this ask was so convenient because im a nursing major and were about to learn muscle anatomy next month? ilysm 💌 anon <3
one warm summer evening, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you and hao found yourselves alone sitting on the floor of your bedroom. it was finals week and you decided to procrastinate the whole two months now you're stressing over how you're gonna do in the exam. you knew how careless you were and you knew you should've had that mindset months ago to scare yourself but we can't turn back time now can we? in complete utter desperation with no other choice, you decided to phone a friend and he arrived at your doorstep in a jiffy — literally, he was just next door.
fifteen minutes after you sent your text, the doorbell rang making you rush down the stairs but your mom got to it first. she opened the door to hao, grinning from ear to ear while holding out a container. even in a casual shirt and baggy pants, he still looked very presentable. "good afternoon, mrs ln! my mother baked these cupcakes earlier, they're still warm!" he handed it to her using both hands. "oh why thank you, hao. come, come in, ill get you something to drink" your mom gestured for him to come in as she made her way to the kitchen. upon entering, he noticed you from the flight of stairs and smiled wider.
and that's how you ended up gossiping and laughing on the floor while eating the cupcakes and drinking milk. you caught a glimpse of your beside clock while trying to catch your breath. "holy fuck it's 8:57 already?!" your eyes widened while wiping away the crumbs and icing from your lips. "guess we spilt too much tea" hao chuckled. you took out the cue cards you had prepared and gave it to him. "okay, no more mucking around. let's get some work done!" you dust the crumbs from your hands together before sitting down in a more comfortable position.
twenty minutes have passed and you made zero progress so far. hao even tried repeating the same question after every other one but you still couldn't get it through your thick skull. "it's hopeless, im never gonna be a nurse. guess you'll have to find someone else to be your assistant" you bent your knees up to your chest as you buried your face in them. "hey, hey, don't say that" hao scooted closer and hugged you while rubbing your back soothingly. "i wouldn't dream of having anyone else helping out dr. zhang, hm?" he lifted your cheeks to make you face him, smiling in reassurance.
"i'll tell you what, for every muscle you get right, i'll kiss you right there" he brushed a strand of hair from your face behind your ear. you felt your face heat up as his words echoed through your ears. "w-what?" he snickered. "well, maybe you're having trouble learning about the body because you're not giving enough love to this one. so, i will be doing it instead" he took her hand and kissed it. at that moment, you came to the realization that you started to see hao differently over the years since puberty so this was all coming to a surprise — but you liked it.
renered speechless, you gave a small nod as a response as he scooted backwards and took out the questionnaires once again. "let's start with an easy one, where are the biceps located?" you flexed your arm and pointed at it with a smug face, making both of you laugh right after. "that's right, good job yn" hao leaned forward and gently pulled your arm towards him before kissing your bicep, fulfilling his promise from earlier. you pouted and puffed your cheeks as you tried reverting the blood rushing to your face. "cutie" hao cooed at you and pinched your cheek before sitting back up.
"next, can you tell me where's the tendinous inscription?" you thought for a few seconds before finally pointing at it, poking your belly in the process. "good job, princess" hao liked giving you those nicknames since neither of you were dating anyone, no one was going to be jealous about it. he lifted your tank top ever so slightly and planted a soft kiss just above the belly button. "that tickles" you giggled in response. you should have kept that to yourself, tho. after saying that, hao kept on kissing, even moving around, painting your belly with his lips. "hao, stop!" you whined in between your laughter while trying to push his head away. hao finally declared defeat and stood back up, drinking some milk to rehydrate his palette.
"now, where were we?" he hummed as he was looking for a harder question. "ah, yes, the sternohyoid!" he gave a cheeky grin. you shifted your gaze to the side, trying your hardest to remember what it could be. giving up, you took the chances and pointed on your forehead. "hmm, are you sure?" hao asked in a teasing manner however he has been using thag to play mind games on you and thought you weren't gonna fall to his tricks again. "positive" you smirked to yourself, almost tasting the sweet victory. "aww, you're wrong, sorry" hao pouted while crossing his arms to form an x for incorrect. "oh, dang! i actually forgot that one, where is it again?" you innocently asked.
hao smirked and took this opportunity to lean towards you and kiss your neck. "here" he looked back at you, smiling feeling proud of himself as you froze in your position. "hey, you said you would only kiss me if i got the answers right" you smacked his arm playfully. "yeah but, i was really hoping you would get that one" he bit his bottom lip and winked at you. you rolled your eyes as he only snickered in response. he shuffled all the cards and pulled a random one from the deck.
"ooh, the gracilis!" hao widened his eyes while reading the question. "ah, i know this one because my step father used to always complain about it - its somewhere here" you encircled your inner thigh. "thats correct!" hao clapped and cheered making you also clap in response. hao carefully spread your legs apart and started lifting up one of the leg openings before you grabbed his fist, stopping him. "hm? what's wrong?" hao looked up at you in between your thighs. "y-you'll see my stretch marks..." you looked away while hiding half of your face with your hand. "so? if tigers can proudly flaunt their stripes in the wild then so can you" he continued exposing your thigh before kissing it. "that's where the gracilis is" you bit your lip as your face flushed pink, looking at where he just kissed you. not only that, that comparison made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. maybe hao is right, this body isn't so bad after all. you're just a fluffy cat in this world full of strays — with tiger stripes.
#zb1#zhang hao#zb1 imagines#zerobaseone#zhang hao imagines#zhanghao#zhanghao imagines#zb1 smut#zhang hao smut#zhanghao smut#body posititivity#💌anon <3
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I uh… did a thing 😳 Yes after like a what 2+ year hiatus I wrote a Bi-Han x Female Reader Insert ficlet let’s call it. There’s no plot, it’s pure, raw smut at its finest. Minors DNI
I apologize if it’s rusty and not my finest work it’s been a long time but since Bi-Han is a certified daddy in this game he deserves smut that celebrates that.
Just an FYI I’m not going back to doing requests, not yet at least, I don’t know that I have the mental capacity or energy to take on requests, but casual smut here and there might return. I’m more than happy to answer self ship questions though, so don’t be shy. :) I’m a friendly T-Rex, I promise but I can be really bad with social cues so please be patient with me.
This is just a quickie that I just couldn’t get out of my head, Daddy Kink involved so please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable with that. As always if you enjoy it please let me know and please like and reblog, the more feedback I get the more motivation I will have to get back to writing and maybe taking requests again!
Enjoy my lovelies!
Sub-Zero grunts low against your ear as his cold cock sinks into your tight hot pussy. “‘S hot,” he mumbles and you can’t tell if it’s a complaint or an observation.
Your body jerks and shivers violently as the cold invades your body, no matter how many times you lay with the cryomancer you can never get used to or enough of the icy cold sensation. “Bi-Han,” you moan softly as your fingers card through his long, coarse hair. You inhale sharply as he’s finally seated inside you and you can feel every inch of his long thick cock filling your tight hole.
Bi-Han makes a pleased noise that he would never admit to as you stroke his hair, taking a rare, soft moment to just enjoy your body heat. Iced-over fingers brush gently against your lips causing you to shiver and involuntarily clench around his fat cock causing your lips to fall open slightly. Bi-Han smirks as he slides two digits into your mouth and you don’t even have to be told what to do, you’re his good girl, you know. Your tongue teases the underside of his icy fingers before sucking them deeper into your mouth pulling a surprisingly low groan from the cryomancer. You wiggle your hips to not so subtly remind him he had a job to do.
“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers breathily, deliberately twitching his cock inside your hot confines.
You suck his fingers with the same enthusiasm you’d worship his cock with for a few moments before pulling off with a pop, “Please, Daddy?” You whine and give him your best puppy dog look knowing damn well Bi-Han couldn’t resist your begging.
He grunts in annoyance and looks away for a moment, “then prepare yourself for the full might of the Lin Kuei,” Bi-Han growls. He moves his hips slightly, grinding his rock-hard pelvis against your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from your parted lips. He pulled back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you before gripping the headboard tightly to ground himself as he sunk back inside you, restraining himself so as not to overwhelm you too quickly. Bi-Han sucked in a low breath before repeating the action, loving the tightness and heat of your pussy caressing his thick cock. “You ready to really take Daddy’s cock princess?” He coos condescendingly as his ice-cold fingers tighten around your hip bone.
“Oh please Daddy, please,” you beg as you buck your hips desperately trying to fuck yourself on his huge cock.
“Aw, my little slut is impatient isn’t she?” He goats you on, grinning as his sharp canines glimmer in the darkness aided by the pale glow of moonlight. He doesn’t tease you further though and begins to fuck you in earnest as the obscene sound of skin on skin echos in the stone room.
You moan loudly as his cock slips in and out of your wet pussy each thrust knocking the fat tip of Bi-Han’s cock into your sweet spot, soaking the two of you with your want. “Ah, Daddy! Un! Just like that please,” you whine and whimper as pleasure sings throughout your body and the familiar tightness wells up in your stomach. Your toes begin to curl as the cryomancer pounds into you, the bed creaking with protest as the headboard crackles with splinters beneath Bi-Han’s iron grip. He’s so deep inside of you it almost hurts and you can barely accommodate his entire length which you might feel guilty about if you weren’t getting your back blown out by the Lin Kuei’s number one. You throw your arms around his neck as your nails bite into his well-muscled shoulders as you try and steady yourself. It’s a futile effort though as you find yourself feeling lightheaded and floaty as you pant and gasp for breath, his name falling from your lips like some broken pray as the cryomancer is relentless in his pursuit. His hips slam against your pussy as his balls slap against your ass, his grip on your hip tightens almost painfully before changing the angle slightly.
Your now practically straddling the cryomancer as he fucks into you harder, his cock pressing up against your cervix with every thrust. It doesn’t hurt though, you’re just left with this deliciously overfull sensation as you clench around him trying to concentrate on each of his movements as you feel yourself hurling towards your climax. Sub-Zero abandons the now icy headboard in favor of your grasping your other hip to help him leverage your body like his own personal fleshlight. With his immense and effortless strength, he pulls you down on his cock over and over, forcing you to wrap your legs tightly around his perfectly sculpted torso. You cry out loudly as each thrust fills you beyond full and rubs your pussy walls in all the right way.
“B-Bi-Han,” you warn him shakily as your body shivers from the close proximity of the cryomancer. Your stomach clenches tightly and you dig your nails into his hard flesh as the first waves of pleasure roll over you. You’re able to hold it at bay for a moment or two but you know you’re fucked when Bi-Han flashes you a shit-eating grin.
“Cum for me you little slut, make a mess all over Daddy’s pretty cock,” he all but demands, hips never ceasing their movement as they drive his cock deeper and deeper inside your tight cunt.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Bi-Han, fuck. Ah! Fill me up Daddy please!” You squeal as the tension in your stomach bursts and your body is flooded with white-hot pleasure. Your pussy clenches involuntarily around Bi-Han’s pulsating cock as you shudder and heave trying to pull in a deep breath. Everything is too much all at once as Bi-Han fucks you through your release, determined to reach his own.
“Good girl,” he hisses and the words alone make you nearly cum again as his rhythm begins to falter and you notice the familiar feeling of ice spreading along your hips. Another deep grunt, a sharp couple of almost painfully powerful thrusts, and Sub-Zero was finally falling over the edge himself.
He let out a ferocious growl as his entire cock started spasming in the confines of your hot, wet cunt, after a soft choked-off growl his entire body froze before heaving against yours. His grip on your hips was painful as he pumped load after load of his thick, cold cum into your waiting pussy.
You gasp as you feel the cold liquid painting your walls white and filling you to the brim, all you can do is whimper pathetically as Sub-Zero’s completion forces you to the edge once more. You bite your lip hard to stifle your cries as you cum hard, your want mingling with his seed dripping lazily onto Bi-Han’s flawless pelvis. You have to close your eyes when you see stars as your whole body shivers and shakes uncontrollably. The cryomancer’s icy hands move to cradle and steady you as you ride out the last bits of your climax, you shoot him a goofy little post-orgasmic glow smile. “I’m all full of Daddy’s cum.”
Bi-Han hums in approval, “because good girls get cream pies, bad girls get facials.”
Somewhere in your blissed-out mind, you’re trying to parse how that would be a punishment but let it go in favor of slumping your exhausted body against the cryomancer’s.
He chuckles low and the warm vibrations resonate in your body as he finally pulls out of your well-used body leaving a puddle of your juices dripping from your cunt onto the bed below. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and put to bed, can’t let my little princess sleep like this.”
You sigh happily as he scoops you up with ease and makes his way toward your bathroom.
#mortal kombat#bi han#sub zero#sub zero x reader#sub zero x you#sub zero x f!reader#mortal kombat 1#nsft#ns/fw
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Queen of forgotten as Medusa is a very interesting concept, liked she is a mother of not also the demi gods from Posidon but also few other biological children when she was married before and her other adopted children
How would Zero be when she takes him in with her and takes care of him, even telling him not to take her burden as she rather keep them then him take the burden, what more she treats him liked all her other children
Nothing but love and make sure that he survived even if he is a god
-It was surreal, seeing you win Valhalla, you were a fierce warrior, winning your match in a hard-won fight against Athena of all people. And for your victory, you won the right to wish for anything you wanted, and you chose to have all those who had fallen in the tournament brought back to life.
-You were selfless, thinking of others, and watching the reunions, seeing new those who had formed new friendships, and old friends, families, being reunited.
-Seeing their smiles through the tears made your own tears well, it made you think of your own children, your darling babies, those who had lost when you had been transformed, your life snatched away.
-You had more children after your change, like Pegasus, but many of them didn’t make it to Valhalla. There were winged horses in Valhalla, but none of them were Pegasus, the first, your darling child.
-A voice then filled your ears, “It’s you!” you turned and your eyes went wide as a child, Zerofuku was his name, leapt into your arms, his arms around your neck as he hugged you close.
-You… weren’t used to others, especially children, approaching you, especially when you looked how you did- most were hesitant to approach you until they got to know you.
-Buddha walked up behind Zerofuku as the child dropped from your arms, beaming up at you as Buddha grinned, “I wasn’t expecting that from you of all people, Y/N- seeing how you have several reasons to hate the gods, but it’s nice to see people like you have bigger hearts than the gods do.”
-You smiled warmly up at Buddha, thanking him as Zerofuku hugged you around your waist, beaming up at you, “Thank you Y/N! I’m so happy to have another chance at living life properly now!”
-You felt a pull to this child, your eyes meeting his own, your felt a deep primal urge to immediately adopt this ball of sunshine.
-Buddha grinned, seeing this, as he knew what a good mother you would be and Buddha waved over his little buddy who ran over to him and you watched Buddha whisper into his ear before Zerofuku turned to you, a huge smile on his face as he ran over, “Mama!!”
-You instantly had him in your arms, your snakes peppering his face with kisses as you hugged him close, making both him and Buddha laugh warmly as you smiled softly.
-Buddha was someone you considered a friend, you weren’t interested in him romantically, but just as a friend, something he also saw you as, you would share snacks and just hang out with each other and he knew that you had been a mother many times over and he knew that you missed your children greatly.
-Zerofuku needed that in his life, he needed that family bond to keep him not only happy but safe, and you were a perfect fit, as he would get to see Buddha a lot too since you visited your friend so often.
-Zerofuku adored you, you were so gentle and patient with him, hugging him close, cuddling him, and showering him with praise and affection.
-You would never berate him if something bad happened, only teaching him on how to prevent it from happening again, showing him how to fix things, and teaching him that it was good to let others fail so they too could learn.
-While not biologically yours, Zerofuku was your son, and you were fiercely protective of your children, so if anyone, usually one of the other gods, tried anything against your son, they had to deal with a pissed off gorgon while Buddha and Zerofuku sat nearby, eating popcorn together.
-You were so happy that your wish brought happiness to not only others, but to you as well, in the form of Zerofuku.
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Ok so— HEAR ME OUT FOR THIS ONE.
Whatever the heck happens to Chim, they end up needing support and it’s TOMMY that somehow saves him and gets him to their wedding (that probably likely ends up in the backyard next to the hot tub or something cause that’s just how Madney shenanigans work). Buck is so relieved and grateful and overcome with emotion that he kisses Tommy on the mouth! With his mouth! In front of everyone! PDA!
(Optional: + and that’s when Eddie is walloped by a crashing uh-oh wave of feelings realisation 😬)
okay i took your optional moment and added a twist I HOPE YOU LIKE IT DARLIN // send me a prompt here
Eddie feels sick - and it has nothing to do with the excessive alcohol he consumed the night before.
The helicopter starts to land in front of the house, their small group of friends and family grinning at the fact that Chim is waving at them from the window, looking just as worn and strung out as Buck and Eddie.
Buck.
Fucking Buck.
He's looking at Tommy land the helicopter with such awe in his eyes. When he lands it, everyone claps, which irritates him further for some reason even though he follows along with it. The helicopter powers down and Chimney jumps out, he and Maddie running into each other's arms. Tommy is smiling at them, this grand, open smile that makes Buck zero in on him.
Eddie watches Buck make way for him.
He jogs forward and Eddie watches as Buck grabs Tommy's face between his hands and pulls him in for a kiss - right there, in front of everyone.
Eddie can't even bother to look at who is shocked, who is surprised - he can't be bothered to see what Buck's parents do or say. He's just staring at them kiss, at Tommy wrapping his arms around Buck, at Buck kissing Tommy over and over again. They're smiling into the kiss, Buck's hand moving to the back of Tommy's head, fingers curling in the strands.
Eddie wants to throw up.
He looks away, he can't watch that - he's not homophobic, obviously, of course not. Hen is one of his closest friends. But...he can't watch Buck do that with someone. He can't.
You never had a problem when he was kissing girls.
But that was before...
"Eddie?" Maddie asks softly, as Chimney runs into the house to presumably wash up. Her hand is gentle as it grabs his shoulder. He meets her gaze - and she is looking so kindly at him that it makes him feel worse.
"Hey," he puts on a smile, but he can feel how fake it is. "Need anything? I can go help Chimney."
"No, it's okay." she squeezes his shoulder, looking over at her brother for a moment - their foreheads are together now, noses brushing, smiling and giggling. Eddie wants to punch a hole through a wall. Again. "It's okay, Eddie."
"What is?" he rips his eyes away from them, and focuses back on her.
She smiles knowingly at him. "Just because he's over there right now, it doesn't mean you won't get what you want, in the end."
Eddie's eyes widen. "Maddie...I..." but he has no good answer. No good answer to that, no good answer to the reason why he feels nauseous over the fact that Buck is kissing a man.
Maddie simply pats his cheek tenderly. "He's so easy to love." she whispers, before moving forward to kiss his cheek. This is a lot for him, too much, he and Maddie have never had a conversation this openly with one another about anything. "Just be patient." she whispers, before making her way into the house after her husband.
As Buck and Tommy part, they walk through the small crowd as everyone starts to make their way inside, Eddie simply standing there.
"Hey," Buck says as they walk up to him, hand in hand. "Ready to go inside?" he claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder.
Eddie looks at him, how beautiful he is. He doesn't even spare Tommy a glance.
"Of course," Eddie replies. "I'm just waiting for you, Buck."
Buck smiles brightly at him, and Eddie? Eddie will move mountains for that smile.
Eddie can be patient.
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Danny 'I don't do weird' Pink frustrates me as a character, because I'm honestly not sure whether he was supposed to have an arc or not.
His primary role is as a foil for Clara's arc and, in aid of that, as a mirror to the Doctor. A solider with survivor's guilt and a man of action who can't stand by when people need help etc., in some ways he and the Doctor have a lot in common, but he's also a very grounded and circumspect personality versus the Doctor's being fantastical and adventurous. Danny isn't curious and doesn't want to pursue new things or experiences, instead he wants to be fully present with and grateful for what he already has. The Doctor is incorrigibly curious and always interested in new things.
Danny is someone who desires nothing more than an ordinary life, and looks for beauty and satisfaction in the normal things and people around him. He wants his world to be small and quiet, he values the mundane things others might take for granted. He's normal, patient, dependable, simple, honest, etc. His reaction to trauma hasn't been to disavow the things which lead him to that event, or to seek out stimulation to avoid thinking about it, it's to be thoughtful and cautious and somewhat rigid so he can always apply the mindset and skills he retained from before he was traumatised.
He's very firm and unbending in his worldview and in his self-image. He doesn't seem to ever reassess people once he's decided what he thinks of them. He's not unreasonable or unwilling to compromise, he is in fact maybe too reasonable, but he is implastic. He's extremely even-tempered except for around his identity as a soldier, which he's prickly about, but still pretty quick to let it go as long as he's not being deliberately antagonised.
So anyway Danny represents this other path, and this opposite response to the horror of war and making a catastrophic mistake, but he never learns, he never grows and he and Clara are never much on the same wavelength about anything. He's supposed to be stability, the things she 'should' want, the 'person she's supposed to like', the safe choice, the presentable life which Clara feels like she has to have. He's orderly and ordinary and that's what she wants from him. She has to control her image, her future, and her options.
And their simple relationship, once it exists, functions well as the contrast to her complicated and tumultuous relationship with the Doctor while the companion power dynamic is being dismantled and rebuilt so they can be emotional equals. But like, the set up is confusingly executed.
Listen- they have zero chemistry, they have nothing to talk about and have to resort to talking about work, every conversation goes instantly off the rails, they rub each other the wrong way, there is never any reason for them to keep reconciling and trying again to connect. Like. You are not hitting it off! and keep offending each other bc you're not compatible! Quit!!
Clara is forcing it, that makes complete sense with what she's going through, she's trying to take control of her life and her emotions, trying to prove to herself she's not pining for the Doctor and at the mercy of his whims for her life to be full and complete. She doesn't want to need him or to be dependant on him. She doesn't want to be the heartbroken sadsack whom he abandoned at Christmas or who will take whatever scraps he'll throw her. She wants to control his position in her life and control how she feels about him. Hence her assigning him a specific day and confining their adventures on her own terms. She's trying to keep the Doctor compartmentalised. Having an Appropriate Human Relationship means she's successfully put the Doctor in his box (lol) and neutralised the chaotic power of her feelings for him. I mean, obviously not, but that's what she tells herself.
But what is Danny doing? Why does he keep pursuing this when it's so clearly not a good match?
Again in Listen, and much more so The Caretaker, Danny illustrates that he does not know who Clara is, he's wildly wrong about her and what she's like, and he's very high handed about it as well. He's convinced that the Doctor is taking advantage of her, that the Doctor is domineering in their relationship, that she is not a person who wants to be put into challenging or dangerous positions, that the Doctor is pushing her to takes risks and become a leader where that's not her nature. None of this is true. Clara was always a decisive, assertive, strongly driven person who seeks out new experiences and naturally assumes a leadership role any time that's necessary; she relishes being challenged and facing the unknown. Her blow up with the Doctor wasn't about him 'pushing her too far', it was about him failing to support her when she needed him and condescending to her as a human rather than treating her with the intimacy and equity their bond and history together demands. It's personal and it's about their emotional relationship. It's not about making hard choices, it's about having to make hard choices without her partner being honest with and emotionally available to her.
Clara was always an adventurous person, willing to be spontaneous as long as it's on her terms, and excited by the prospect of authority and responsibility. The danger and challenge isn't an unfortunate side effect or a risk she has to take to see amazing sights, it's part of the appeal. She lied to Danny by omission when she said she went off in the box to 'see wonders', not just because the real reason is that she's in love with Doctor, but also because she doesn't just want to be a tourist. She wants to get involved and save people, she wants things to sometimes go pear shaped. She enjoys and craves that part of it too.
Danny is also wildly wrong about the Doctor, but this is understandable and would be fine except that he's never corrected? He never learns better? What's the point?
In Death in Heaven Danny goes out still wrong about the Doctor, still condemning him cruelly and unfairly while knowing nothing about him. He had a point with his original rant, there was actual insight there, but it's buried in assumptions and bitterness and then Danny keeps tripling down on the assumption. The one which doesn't understand that the very thing he's shitting on the Doctor for (being willing to lead and make hard choices which must be made in order to save people) is something the Doctor has in common with Clara. And always has. The Doctor didn't change her or push her into that, that's who she's always been.
What is the point of Danny calling him a blood-soaked general and mocking him, calling him an officer as a pejorative again, and again because the Doctor is trying to save the planet. Like, memory check, that's what Danny is mad about. The Doctor doing everything in his power to save literal billions of lives. Doing it for no reason, out of altruism. Doing it while always trying very hard not to fight or kill anyone.
I don't understand how we're meant to find Danny sympathetic in that moment, because he comes off like a complete dickhead. And it's all the more frustrating because in the intervening episodes Danny has been eminently reasonable. As I've discussed before, we're exhaustively shown that Danny is 100% okay with what Clara claims is going on, that he doesn't want to get in the way of her friendship with the Doctor, that if it really were only the relationship she's pretending it is, there would be no conflict. He's the one who encourages her to make up with him after Kill the Moon! He tells her to go on travelling and it's fine!
Even when he discovers she's been lying to him and cavorting with the Doctor behind his back (again despite him telling her it was fine!), he's calm and repeats for the millionth time that all he wants from her is honesty. The truth. Which is the one thing she can't give him because Clara knows their relationship is built on the lie. The truth is, as Moffatt said, that Danny never stood a chance. There is a conflict between the two relationships and she's always going to choose the Doctor.
And that does come out, she gives the whole speech to Danny, not knowing it's him, finally being honest. And he seems unsurprised by it, which makes sense because on some level he definitely always knew ('do you love him?' 'no' 'really sick of the lies'), but then nothing comes of it. Clara just soldiers on and he allows her to pretend. He goes off on the Doctor, but not in a way he actually deserves at all, and just sweeps her confession under the carpet. Letting her get away with it again. True to form, I guess! he always did. But shouldn't we make progress?
And it's like... I hate that he dies on that note. It feels like he dies in denial. I guess you could argue it contributes to his decision to not come back, but that feels like a disservice to the character. Saving the kid is important to Danny, it allows him to atone but he didn't need to change or grow to accomplish that and it doesn't provide closure to his actual role in the narrative, which was as Clara's foil. Clara is off the hook, free to go on lying to herself about their relationship. It's not addressed in Last Christmas, either, it's only hinted at.
#clara oswald#whouffaldi#dw#twelfth doctor#dw meta#I feel a constant need to remind people that the first thing Danny asks after Clara explains who the Doctor is#is 'do you love him?'#it's that transparent#and he asks already knowing the answer and immediately calling bullshit when she denies it#and apparently accepts this as not a threat to him on the basis of the Doctor being an untouchable alien incapable of loving her back#like as if she had a crush on a dragon or the Great Wall of China#I can't tell if that speaks to his lack of self worth or if it's just really patronising#I appreciate In the Forests of the Night so much for the scene where he finally realises he should be jealous#but then he's just Extremely Reasonable about it again#he has total faith in his idea of who Clara is- utter conviction#and it's completely misplaced#I feel owed the psychological fallout from this is all I'm saying#calling this meta is being very generous bc did I even say anything#but whatever it's a bunch of words I'll put it in the box with the other words#I've realised 95% of my whouffaldi meta is in tags on gifsets so
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Golden Hour || Ch. 4 [Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]
A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]
Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?
Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC
Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers
Warnings: Cursing, alcohol
Chapter summary: Bob's former fiancé moves back to town; Bradley finally gets Olive to go on a date with him
WC: 3.3K
Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here
You were sitting on a stool at Breakers picking at their breakfast of champions — grits, eggs fried in butter, a biscuit soaked in gravy, a doctor’s nightmare — when Phoenix’s head snapped up.
“Charlotte,” she said, eyes wide. Something in her voice made you look up. A beautiful woman, late twenties or early thirties, stepped through the doorway. She had blonde hair in soft waves, perfect white teeth, legs that went on for miles beneath her short dress. But somehow it came off much more prim and proper than the skirt you were wearing, and you crossed your legs self consciously.
“Natasha,” she said and you bristled. Who was this girl and why was she calling Phoenix Natasha?
“Back home visiting your mom?” Phoenix asked, refilling the coffee machine and then turning around, placing both hands on the slightly sticky bar top.
Charlotte shook her head. “No. I’m home for good.”
You watched Phoenix’s mouth turn into a fine line. There was a density in the air that hadn’t been there a moment before. She caught your eye and then added, “Charlotte, this is Dr. Olive James. She’s taking over Dr. Robert’s patients.”
Charlotte smiled. It was frigid and tense. Fuck, she was stunning. But she had the aura of someone who would cut you down immediately if you stood between her and winning. You knew her type well.
You were her. In another life. The life that ended a month ago on a perfectly sunny day in New York. Not that you had been able to see the sunlight from inside the frigid OR as Peter confessed.
You held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Charlotte stepped forward, sticking one thin, pale hand in yours. It was limp. “You too.”
“So you grew up here?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee.
She looked at Phoenix. “Yeah. Something like that. Listen, I should probably head out. I’m meeting Mrs. Flannery at nine.” Charlotte looked you up and down. “Nice to meet you, Olive. Nat, I’ll see you around.”
She was gone in a moment, just a cloud of Byredo perfume left in her wake. You turned to Phoenix. “Who was that?”
“That was Charlotte,” she said. “Local pageant queen. Complete nightmare. And Bob Floyd’s ex-fiancé.”
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You had thought you were getting somewhere with Bob. After the way the two of you had left things at his father’s house. But the moment you stepped in the office there was a chill. Literally and figuratively. Molly sat at the front desk shivering in a cardigan.
“Dr. James,” she said, teeth chattering. “Mr. Flannery is in your office. Unscheduled appointment. Oh and the HVAC guy is coming this afternoon. Something’s wrong with the air conditioning!”
“I can tell,” you muttered, swinging open the heavy wood door to your office and smiling. “Mr. Flannery, I’m Dr. James. How can I help you today?”
He looked up. “It’s my throat. Feels all scratchy. Like I can’t swallow.”
“If you can sit up on this table over here, sir, I can help you out.” You maneuvered Mr. Flannery onto the paper-covered examination bed and pulled on a pair of gloves. “Open wide for me.” Swollen, red tonsils with white spots and an inflamed throat. You nodded, sitting back. “Sorry to say you have strep throat.”
He closed his mouth. “Well fuck.”
You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’ll write you a prescription for azithromycin. It’s a five-day course, make sure you take it about an hour before having any food. And even if you feel better, take the full course or it could come back and that would be a worse case.”
“Is it contagious?” he asked.
“Very.”
“So I should send my wife in for treatment?” Mr. Flannery asked.
“That would be a good precaution,” you said, writing down the prescription and ripping it off the pad. “Here you go. Take this to Molly up front and she’ll get everything squared away.”
He nodded, standing up. “Thanks Doc.”
“Oh, Mr. Flannery?” He turned. “What does your wife do?”
“Why do you ask, Doctor?”
“I, um, I knew someone had a meeting with her this morning. Was just curious. Still trying to keep everyone in town straight.” You flashed him what was hopefully a convincing smile.
He nodded. “She’s a real estate agent. Are you looking?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll have her come by and give you a card,” he said. “And for a check up.”
“Feel better.”
He closed the door behind him and you leaned back. Charlotte was looking for a house. That was serious. You had met the woman for all of three minutes and somehow were annoyed by her presence and the fact that she was in Willow to stay.
Three patients later, you thought your limbs might fall off. “Molly,” you cried, tossing open the door to your office. “It’s freezing, when is the HVAC guy coming?”
“Dr. James.” Bob’s voice was hard. You spotted the empty desk, as well as the sparse waiting room, just one older woman on the phone in the corner. “My office. Please.”
You rolled your eyes, following Bob into his office. He looked toasty in a pair of slacks and a button down, sleeves still rolled up enough to show off his firm forearms. Meanwhile you shivered in a short skirt and sleeveless top. “It’s cold as fuck,” you moaned.
Bob had his back to you, not even bothering to respond as he moved across the room, opening an old wooden cabinet that you assumed held medical supplies, emerging a minute later with a lab coat and a sweater. The sweater was a vintage cable knit, navy blue and slightly frayed at the collar and cuffs. He held them out. “Here.”
You took them wordlessly. Was Bob Floyd being nice to you? “Um, thank you,” you replied, putting the lab coat down and sliding on the sweater. It was slightly long, ending just above the hem of your skirt, and much too wide, but you sighed in relief as the warmth enveloped your body. Bob picked up the lab coat, holding it out and you pivoted slightly, placing one arm in and then the other. The jacket brushed against your knees and you hugged your arms close.
He nodded. “Molly’s at lunch but when she’s back I’ll have her call Ed again about the A/C.”
“Human popsicle,” you replied and to your surprise Bob’s lips twitched upward. You grinned. “Well, um, thanks again.”
“No problem.”
He seemed in no rush to have you leave, one hand propped against the wall casually. “I met Charlotte today,” you said. It spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
Bob’s face went pale. An almost ashen color. Similar to watching someone hemorrhage blood after a birth. You regretted it the moment the words left your lips, but you just kept word vomiting into the abyss.
“She’s pretty. Cold. Not quite a human popsicle, we might freeze here and it’ll be like the Day After Tomorrow without Dennis Quaid to rescue us cold. Just, distant.”
“Charlotte is cold,” Bob said. His response was crisp. Calm. He would make an excellent surgeon. Collected and even tempered. You wondered briefly if he had ever thought of a specialty outside of general medicine.
“I’m sorry,” you blurted. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“It’s fine.” He pushed off of the arm that had been leaning against the wall, running one hand through his hair. “I’m guessing Phoenix told you about our history.”
“That she was your fiancé,” you replied. “That’s all.”
“That’s all,” he repeated. “Yeah, that’s about all there is.”
“When was the last time you saw her?”
“When she left,” Bob said. “Five years ago.”
“Wow.” Five years was a lifetime. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry she’s back,” he replied. “Charlotte is a tornado. Everywhere, all at once. Destruction and chaos and excitement. And then gone in an instant. She loves to leave piles of shit in her wake.” It was the first time you had heard so many sentences come out of Bob’s mouth. And with such vitriol.
“Maybe it was time Willow had some excitement.”
Bob looked at you. There was something different in his gaze but you couldn’t place it. “Dr. James,” he said, silky voice grazing your skin gently. “We’ve only just started to adjust to having you here. That was exciting enough.”
“I’m not that bad,” you protested.
Bob shook his head. “Sure, Olive.”
There it was again. Your name on his tongue. There was something so sexy about the reserved way he said it. You smiled, stepping closer to the door. If possible, it was colder when you tugged it open. From next to his desk, Bob smirked. You grabbed the chart next to your door and turned toward the waiting room. “Mrs. Okane?”
***
When Bradley showed up at the end of your shift, you didn’t even think twice. It had been almost a week since he had been in the clinic. That was five times longer than he had gone without walking through the front doors the week before.
You smirked when he popped his head into your office. “Dr. James?”
“Mr. Bradshaw.” You put your hands on your desk and stood up. “What is it this time? Let me guess. Yellow fever.”
“See, Doc, I think it’s more serious than that.” He ambled through the doorway, wearing a suit. That alone took your breath away. No one as handsome as Bradley Bradshaw should be allowed to wear a suit, it was practically a crime how good he looked. He would have to try himself in a court of law for that. “I think I have stress cardiomyopathy.”
You laughed, head tipped back. “A broken heart? Really Bradshaw?”
“But you’re lucky,” Bradley said, stepping closer. “I’m a master at Googling and WebMD and I think I found a cure.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“You go on a date with me. Tonight.”
You let out a sigh. “Bradley.”
“I know, I know, you’re not here to date,” he said. “But one dinner? Doctors have to eat, too. Have to practice what you preach, right?”
“You’re wearing me down, Bradshaw.”
“That’s the point.” He flashed a brilliant smile which turned into a frown. One of Bradley’s hands came out, fingering the pocket of your lab coat. “Is this Bob’s jacket?”
You hadn’t even realized that it was embroidered with his name. You had been seeing patients in it all day as Dr. Floyd. The fact that some of the patients may have thought that made you his wife made you blush. “Um, yeah. The AC was broken and it was freezing, so I borrowed something from him.”
Bradley nodded but the relief didn’t reach his eyes.
Against your better judgment, you reached out, taking Bradley’s hand in yours. His face warmed instantly. “OK. Dinner.”
“I’m guessing not Breakers.”
“You know what I would love?”
“A salt bagel from H&H?”
“Well yes. And the crispy tuna from Koi on Bryant Park and dim sum from Flushing.” Bradley laughed. “But no. I just want a good, healthy meal. Something that isn’t drowned in butter and doesn’t have five different types of pig products on it. And a glass of wine that isn’t from a box.” You shuddered.
“I can make that happen, Doc.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Red or white?”
“Surprise me.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, dropping your hand. “Oh and Doc? Do me a favor. Lose Floyd’s coat. Makes you look like his.”
“And that bothers you?” you called out as Bradley walked through the doorway.
He turned back. “Yeah, Liv, it does. I’d like to pretend that on tonight’s date you’re all mine. Even if I’m still winning you over.”
***
What the hell does one wear on a date in Willow, Georgia?
All of your jeans were designer and too tight for the occasion. A dress felt too fancy. You kicked a slinky black Reformation dress into the corner of the room in frustration, standing in the middle of the chaos wearing a La Perla lingerie set and a pair of Jimmy Choos. Maybe you should just answer the door wearing that. Bradley might have a heart attack. It would go hand-in-hand with his fictional cardiomyopathy, you thought.
Finally you picked up a black silky tank top and a short matching skirt, tugging them on just as there was a knock on the door. “Coming!” you shouted, grabbing your purse, a YSL Manhattan that was, no shocker, better suited in Manhattan than Willow, and spritzing a dose of Maison Margiela perfume on before rushing for the door. “Hi,” you said, letting out a quick sigh.
Bradley had on a pair of jeans and a tight polo that showed off his muscular arms and broad chest. He grinned. “You look amazing.”
You slipped the purse onto your shoulder. “It’s nice to have an excuse to dress up again.”
“Willow fashion scene isn’t cutting it for you?”
“The dress barn isn’t exactly my vibe,” you replied, locking the door. Bradley chuckled. “What?”
“That,” he said, pointing to the door handle. “You locking the door. No one locks their doors around here. It’s Willow.” He placed an emphasis on Willow.
“That’s insane.”
He shrugged. “Again, that’s Willow. Here, watch your step.” Bradley held out his arm, guiding you down the steps toward his truck.
“So, where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise, Doc,” he replied, pulling the truck into reverse.
Bradley’s surprise was dinner on his wraparound porch. He lived in a charming house one block from the town center, white with blue shutters and pots of mums outside the front door. He had set up a table and candles on one side of the house and even from outside you could smell something delicious. “What is that?” you asked, sniffing the air like a Doberman.
He smiled. “Well you said healthy, but this is the South. So it’s chicken and dumplings. But I promise I made a salad.”
“Smells divine.”
“Want to come inside and grab some wine while I check on dinner?”
“Sure.” The inside of Bradley’s house was just as charming as the outside. A crisp white linen sofa facing a marble top coffee table, a six-person dining room set and a small kitchen with a little kitchen island. Down the hall you spotted an olive green mudroom with built-in shelves. “Your house is gorgeous.”
“My mother decorated,” he replied, stepping up to the stove and pulling off a lid from the pot, the smell of rich chicken and veggies hitting your nose. “I let her because it was that or death.”
“God, I feel that,” you replied. “My mother is the same.”
“Probably why I went to New York,” he added. “Cut the umbilical cord.”
“Do you miss it?”
“All the time.” Bradley put the lid back on the dutch oven and reached up in the cabinet for two wine glasses. “Red or white?”
“Red.”
He produced a bottle of pinot noir from a wine cabinet and set it on the counter. “What do you miss the most?”
“Everything,” you replied automatically. “The sounds. It’s too quiet here to sleep at night.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Bradley swirled a knife around the seam of the bottle, loosening the cover over the cork. “I miss the food.”
“Obviously. And the nightlife. And the Met. Saturdays in Central Park and then walking over to Bloomingdales. Taking the Metro North on weekends up the Hudson. Christmas on Fifth Ave. Getting blackout drunk in the West Village and running into celebrities.”
Bradley chuckled. “You might have had more fun than I did.”
“Maybe,” you replied, taking a sip of wine. “In medical school for sure. But residency? God, I was lucky if I was able to shower and order takeout before falling asleep.”
“You know what I wonder?” Bradley asked.
“Hmm?”
“Did we ever meet in the city? How could we have spent all those years within the same twenty mile radius and never met?”
“Chance, Bradley,” you said. “It’s not like I was hanging out at Columbia Law.”
“I like to think we were in the same place at the same time before, but didn’t meet until now.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
He smiled. “Because that’s a better love story, Doc. Two people, fated to meet. It’s every Hallmark movie rolled into one.”
“So I’m the big city girl who leaves her fiancé and goes to the small town and falls in love with the local baker or farmer or pumpkin stand owner?”
“Exactly.” He grinned.
You sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah. Except I didn’t leave him. He left me. And I didn’t leave. I ran. They’re different.”
“You’re here now,” Bradley whispered. “Maybe that’s the fate part.”
“So what you’re telling me,” you said, leaning in closer, hip brushing against the kitchen island, dangerously close to where Bradley was standing, “is that you’re a hopeless romantic at heart.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
After dinner, which was excellent and you confirmed was cooked entirely by Bradley, he cut thick slices of local peach pie and carried them out to where you sat on the porch. You shivered and Bradley found a blanket, laying it gingerly over your shoulders. You smiled up at him as he took a seat across the small table from you. The candles were melting down into their holders. You looked around. “This is a cute street. Feel like I’ve been here before.”
Bradley hooked one thumb over his shoulder. “That’s Bob’s house.” He pointed to the house directly next door. You grimaced. That’s where you recognized it from, the day you had shown up to yell at him only to realize he had the flu.
How was it possible that the only two men you spoke to in the entire town lived next to each other?
“Olive.” Your name was sweet on his tongue. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Go ahead.”
“How long do you plan on staying in Willow?”
“I’m not sure. Why?”
He leaned back and shook his head. “Just wondering how bad my cardiomyopathy is going to be. If I should make an appointment at Atlanta General for next month or sometime next year.” It was October but the leaves were still firmly stuck on the trees.
“Bradley,” you whispered. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want me.”
“Patently false.”
You shook your head. “Trust me. You’re better off. Find a nice girl, like Phoenix. Someone who belongs here.”
“That’s the thing,” he replied. “I don’t exactly belong here anymore either.”
“So why stay?”
“Problem is that I don’t belong anywhere. Not here, not New York. I’m not entirely dedicated to a single place.”
“Maybe it’s somewhere else,” you countered. “Somewhere you haven’t been yet.”
“I know what I’m missing, Olive, and it’s not a house or a job or a favorite restaurant.”
“Then what is it?”
“A partner,” he said and your breath caught in your throat. “When you find that one person you can’t live without, you can live anywhere. Because it’s not about being tied to a place. It’s being tied to another person.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I can’t,” he said softly. “Not until I find her.”
“Maybe she’s back in New York,” you replied. “Or Atlanta. Or San Diego.”
“Or maybe, she’s sitting in front of me pretending to eat a piece of peach pie.”
“Oh, Bradley.” At that moment, a light flickered on in Bob’s house. You turned just as Bob approached the window of his living room, one hand on each side of the drapes. Your eyes caught his for a moment.
And then he pulled the drapes together, shutting you out.
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Goodbye looks good on you- Part three! (Final)
A/N: A collaboration with @nattinatalia 🦋 I want to thank her for being patient and so kind to me while we worked together to write this. 💜 Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Part two here!
The conversation between you and Tony lingered in your head for days, you hated to admit how much what he said got to you. You assumed if it had come from anybody else or somebody who didn’t know you as well, you wouldn’t have dwelled on it.
Jack noticed a difference in you, you were cold and not like your usual self. You had been avoiding him for days and you hadn’t mentioned wedding planning once.
“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone.
“What do you mean?” You sighed, placing your phone face down on the couch.
“Ever since we went and looked at the venue you’ve seemed off. Did I do something wrong?” He sat beside you now.
“I can apologize to Tony if you’re going to be pissed at me.”
The fact that he mentioned Tony and you hadn’t even told him about your impromptu coffee date, was eating you alive.
“Jack, I need to ask you something” Your voice cracked and he immediately knew something was seriously wrong.
“Anything, just talk to me” he replied, looking at you with worry.
“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” You ask him, biting at your bottom lip.
“Mistake? What do you mean baby?” He couldn't help but look confused.
“The wedding” You respond in a low whisper.
“What? You were so happy about the wedding and now you’re having doubts? What’s going on?”
“You’re not getting involved much, even when you promised you would.”
“That makes you have doubts about us getting married?” He sounded genuinely hurt.
“Tony also made a valid point-“
“Tony? What are you even talking about?” His brows furrowed.
“I met with Tony for coffee, and he-“
“You met with Tony? The venue chef?” He chuckled and shook his head, he could feel the jealousy bubble up inside him. “You’re listening to what someone else has to say about our relationship? He doesn’t even know us.”
You shrugged “He isn’t wrong though.”
“Please enlighten me, what did he tell you that made you have second thoughts about something you demanded from me.”
“I demanded? You can’t be serious Jack.” You shook your head. “This is what I’m talking about. You say little things that make it sound like you’re just settling for me.”
“That’s not true” he sighed.
“Jackman, please be honest with me. Do you see us getting married?”
“I mean we agreed on a long engagement.” He shrugs, cooling down.
“A long engagement because you don’t want to get married?” You got defensive.
“There’s no winning here, is there?” He groaned. “I love you y/n, you know that right?”
“That’s not what I asked you” you coldly replied, internally bracing yourself for impact.
“Y/N, I don’t want to argue” He sounded defeated and you felt it too.
“I’ll give you some space then” you replied harshly, walking to the bedroom.
He didn’t follow you, he knew you needed to be alone and he felt somewhat relieved.
Eventually, he called both Clay and Urban to come over because he needed someone close to vent to.
Both Urban and Clay showed up at the same time and noticed Jack’s facial expression upon entrance.
“What’s up?” Urban asked as the two of them sat across from Jack.
Jack started to vent to them about the entire situation, with zero pauses in between. It was uncontrollable but it all came out unconsciously.
Urban and Clay looked at each other confused. “I'm confused, is it nerves or what?” Urban asked and Clay silently nodded.
Jack shook his head, walking back and forth in front of them. “It had to be done, it just had to.”
“Dude, Jack.” Urban tosses a couch pillow at him. “You’re going to make a hole in the floor if you don’t stop. What’s going on?”
“I hate ultimatums. But Y/N was serious about our relationship.” He finally stops walking back and forth and sits down across from the boys.
“Okay?” Clay responds sharply.
“I love her, I do. But we’re still young, I’m still young. I don’t want to settle down when my career is barely kicking off.”
“But you proposed to her, if you didn’t want to get married, why propose?” His brother was still as confused as he was when he walked in.
“She’s my comfort, my safe place. I didn’t want to lose her. But if we continue with the wedding, I feel like this will end badly.”
“Jack, please tell me you did not propose thinking she’d hold off on the wedding for years or something” Urban groaned.
“Urb.” Jack rubbed at his temples. “Maybe my team also suggested that it’s best if I start looking like a family guy, instead of the player the public is making me out to be“ he admitted.
“Do Mom and Dad know? Shit, does Y/N know?”
“No, no I didn’t.” You interrupted.
Jacks face went completely pale as he stood up and turned to look at the steps where you were standing with tears running down your face.
“Y/N. Baby, please let me explain” he begged as Urban and Clay left the house right away.
“So this was just a show? You and your management just sat down and decided to make me look like a fool?” You struggle to whisper out in pain.
It was a heartbreaking shock hearing him confess to everything.
You had woken up thirsty, it hadn’t been even thirty minutes after your little nap. You decided to go down for a cup of water. Your plans were never to eavesdrop, but something deep down told you to stay and listen to what he had to say.
“Let me explain, please.”
“Explain what?” You chuckled in annoyance. “That you lied to me? That you don’t actually want to marry me? That all of this was because it benefits your image?”
“It’s not how it sounds-“
“Not how it sounds?” You step down from the staircase and make your way down to where he’s at.
“You just told your brother and your best friend that you don’t even want to get married. So please tell me how what I heard isn’t what it sounds like.”
“Okay, fine” he sighed. You could tell he was nervous as he motioned for you to sit down on the couch, and he sat beside you. “I love you, and I want to be with you but I don’t want us to get married, not so soon. Not now. I liked things better when it was just Jack and y/n.”
“Why are you so afraid of getting married? You knew when we started dating that this is what I wanted. I wanted to be married and have children and I wanted that with you” Your voice shook, your lip trembled and you were practically choking on your tears.
“Wanted?” Jack questioned, his eyes filling with tears.
“I need you to stay with your parents tonight” You stood up abruptly, avoiding his eyes. You knew if you saw his beautiful ocean eyes fill up with waves of tears you’d fold and you couldn’t do that anymore, not for your sake.
“Y/N, don’t do this” he begged as you started to walk away.
“Go Jackman, I mean it” you replied sternly, trying not to show any weakness.
“Baby” he called out and you ignored him, rushing to your bedroom to cry.
Jack ended up staying at his parents' house for the next week, texting you ever so often but you continued to ignore him. You knew he wouldn’t dare show up at the house, as Marisol had been staying with you. It was obvious as her car was parked out front.
Marisol was tight-lipped about the situation, she knew you were struggling with it all and you needed someone to listen instead of speak. She made sure you showered and ate and talked to you about nonsense for the first few days.
At the end of the week, you started to notice his absence and it was the first time Marisol couldn’t console you. You had taken a seat in your shared walk-in closet, you were uncontrollably sobbing. The next thing you knew you were in bed, you assumed you had a panic attack and fell asleep.
Marisol was next to you when you woke up, “you’re moving in with me.”
“No Mar, I’ll just figure it out. Maybe Jack will just let me stay here for a wh-“
“I’m not asking you” she hummed, pointing to the flattened boxes leaning against your bedroom walls.
“Marisol” you sighed and she shook her head.
“You and I both know if you stay in this house you won’t leave him.”
“I want to say goodbye” You started to cry.
“And you will, but we have to pack first” she replied, reaching out to hold your hand.
You and Marisol spent the next two days packing your belongings, Clay stopped by to get some of Jack's things when he noticed how many of your things were missing.
“You’re leaving him, aren’t you?” He asked calmly as he filled a duffle with clothing.
“I am” You nodded sadly, biting back tears.
“I hate to say this, because he’s my brother but good for you” He half smiled, walking over to you to give you a goodbye hug.
“Thanks, Clay, I just hope I’m doing the right thing” You shrugged solemnly.
“You are” he assured you as he left.
Clay's word stayed with you, and you thought about them as you packed the rest of your things. You realized he may tell Jack that you were packing and you were worried he’d show up and make a mess of things.
“Let’s go to your place tonight?” You asked Marisol.
“You still have to say goodbye” She pointed to the kitchen table. She had laid out a pen and paper, you turned to her and laughed.
“What is this?” You questioned.
“Your goodbye” she smiled and you nodded.
“I’ll go put these boxes in the car.”
As you sat down at the kitchen table to write your letter. You turned on your new favorite breakup ballad.
You had tears rolling down your cheeks, you had hoped Jack would be who you ended up with, and coming to terms with this was beyond devastating.
“Jack,”
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