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simon-sehs · 2 months

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proud (18+) pt 2

tags / cw: f!reader, fluff, (bare bones) smut, praise kink, alcohol mention, happy ending, marriage mention, birth mention, baby mention

You should have expected it, really.

Even though you were pissed at him, Ghost was once again the protagonist of your wildest dreams.

And man, were they wild…

You woke hours later, around nighttime, pent up and horny. This time, you didn’t bother with the self relief. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of being in your mind, even if the cruel reality was just you leaving yourself out to dry.

With a sigh, you dug out the bottle of whiskey you had hidden in your dresser for a rainy day and made your way to the roof for drinking and contemplating. Maybe you weren’t cut out for the task force. Or… maybe Ghost was just a fucking prick who needed a good punch. Either way, you found yourself with no answers beneath the stars.

And then you heard the door to the roof open.

Fuck.

“You know you’re not supposed to be up here, soldier.”

You didn’t turn around to acknowledge him. “Sorry…” you said weakly. You felt pathetic, like a kicked mutt.

Ghost sighed and sat down next to you. You tensed. What the fuck was happening? And then he reached a hand out for your bottle. Well, it was fun while it lasted. But instead of confiscating it, he pulled up his mask, taking a long swig before setting it down. Fuck, his lips are so pretty.

“How did you know I was up here?” You asked.

“I came by your room and found it empty. Checked the CCTV footage and traced your steps.”

“…Oh.”

Silence settled over you two. Until…

He cleared his throat and sighed. “You were right. I'm sorry.”

“…Wait, what?” You asked, confused.

“Thing is… I am proud of you. It’s why I push you so hard... harder than I should. I don’t show it well.” He took another drink.

You sat there, dumbfounded. This wasn’t happening. Was he actually… apologizing?

He must have seen your face and sighed. “Look, I’m not heartless. I may not be the most caring lieutenant, but… I care.”

Your face softened. Okay, now he was… starting to make some sense. You wanted to stay mad at him, but your stupid little crush had you folding like a house of cards. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You do, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, though. We’re not supposed to even be up here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“And I mean what I said. I’m proud of you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you.

You could feel wetness coating your underwear, still suffering from your earlier budding arousal. Oh, fuck.

You reached for the bottle of whiskey at the same time he did, fingers grazing against each other. You both pulled back instinctively. You met his gaze, and found yourself lacking for breath once more. His stare was intense, and it was… hungry. Wanting.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you were still dreaming, because the next moments were a blur. Your lips on his—or did he initiate it?—his hands cupping your jaw, while yours caressed his neck. You found yourself laying down there on the roof, as his lips worshipped your skin, his words appraising you…

“So fuckin’ beautiful, so strong… you don’t understand how proud you make us… me…”

You moaned and his eyes flickered to yours, the gears spinning in his mind. “You live for it, don’t you? The praise… begging for everyone to know just what a good girl you are…”

Oh, fuck.

“S-Simon…” You moaned, before a soft yelp left your lips due to the sensation of his big fingers against your folds.

He rubbed along the curvature, before pulling away and staring at his fingers. Even in the dark, and at this distance, you could see the light from the nearby flood-lamps shining off of the discharge on his fingers.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He groaned.

You watched intently as he slowly sucked his fingers, before grabbing the whiskey and taking a swig to chase it down.

He made you come with his fingers. Then his tongue. And then like a dream come true, he was stuffing his dick into you.

“Fuuuck, that’s it baby… takin’ me so well… c’mon, let me in some more, love…”

His thumb stroked your clit, making you twitch and flutter around his cock as he pushed further in.

“Ahh, Jesus…” you moaned.

The bastard chuckled before leaning in to whisper. “I prefer Simon…”

If this was another of your wet dreams, you didn’t want to wake up. You found solace in the fact that a billion stars were bearing witness to this moment of you getting fucked lovingly. His face in your neck, his hands scrambling to grope every inch of your body…

No, this was much better than a dream.

You don’t hear the phrase again until years later. You’re in a hospital bed, body aching and swimming from medicinal drugs.

“I’m proud of you, love…”

You almost don’t hear them at first, too busy staring at the infant boy in your arms. After a second, you glanced up, meeting your husband’s brown eyes, so full of love and warmth… for your son… and for you.

[part one] [part two]

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 months

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Yandere V + H: Aizawa Shouta and Hizashi Yamada

These two are the villains and you the henchman

A couple of villains perfectly prepared to take on the army of heroes

You’re probably one of many

Hundreds of henchmen under the villains are meant to be nameless and faceless

Just a pair of helping hands to whatever scheme these two seem to come across

“Sirs! I have something important to report!”

“WHAT!? What’s the matter?”

“Out with it! Tell us, then.”

“Mittens…she…”

“Our cat? Oh yeah, you took her to the vet, right? So what’s the matter?”

“She…”

“Go on! We can take it!”

“She’s…”

“...”

“She’s pregnant!”

“Eureka!!” “So, my suspicions were correct.”

“Congratulations! I’ve brought a cake to celebrate, the awesome news!”

"Wow that's awesome of you!" "Thank you, (Y/n)."

It's your focus on them as people that make them realize your worth

Unlike your coworkers who easily clock out the moment their hours are enough, you stay

Always asking if they’ve eaten, drunk enough water, or if they’ve been able to get to their laundry this week

First, its a key to their private home just to feed the cats

But then it's a meal plan of what they’ll want for dinner

Then the type of detergent for their clothes

And at this rate, they should will just start moving you into their guest bedroom

You’ve just become such an important part of their lives they can’t imagine their lives or their villainy without you:

Shota did a double take at the mass of eager minions he was prepared to lead. Not seeing a familiar face smiling and saluting among them. It would be unnerving if he didn’t remember that there were chores that he and Yamada assigned; it’d be safe to assume that’s where you there.

“Uhm babe, did you see (Y/n) on the cameras?”

“No, but I was going to. Did you?”

“Yeah…”

A look of worry and unease was on Yamada’s face, he pulled out his phone pulled up the feed of multiple cameras, and turned the screen to his significant other who had a bad feeling. The feed was clear, and a video of the cats and kittens walking around the house was sped up as the hours continued on. The speed-up footage seemed to slow as you stumbled into the room, wobbling haphazardly as the felines crowded around you as you prepared their food. He watched as you jerked and jumped to what seemed like sneezing. You eventually left but the thought of your state alone was upsetting.

“They’re…sick.”

“Yeah, but what’s worse they didn’t even say anything to me! What about you?”

“No.”

The couple grew silent, enveloped in an unnerved feeling as they looked at their beloved henchman through the screen. Shota was the first to look away, reaching for a device on his belt that held a blinking moving dot. He noted the time on his watch, humming to himself as he adjusted his cape.

“We’ve got time to catch our kitten, but we must be quick.”

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You felt despicable. More than your stuffy nose and rising temperature, you felt despicable with yourself. For getting yourself sick in the first place. How could you be the best henchman you could if your body wasn’t working correctly? It made you feel even worse.

You couldn’t properly serve the couple after they so lovingly offer for you to stay in their home. Granted they were awfully adamant about that going so far as to start moving your clothes and other things into the guest room in their house. But who were you to question their kindness when you were just a mere stepping stool to their villainous success?

Deep down you couldn’t help but let your insipid doubts creep in. Like why your heart beat so fast when you walked in to find the couple going through your fridge. Or when the couple send an uplifting photo of your ex being waterboarded. It shouldn’t strike fear into your heart that your employers were so involved. You were being ungrateful. That’s what got you sick. Your unwillingness to let them further involve themselves in your life is to blame for the weakness in your immune system. You’re not sick from stress…right?

“Here’s your medicine! Hope you get better hun!”

“Thanks, miss.”

Thanking the old woman as you retrieved your medication from over the counter. Trudging out the pharmacy you planned to begin the long trek back home. Completely unaware of a flashy hero stopping their route to slowly float next to you.

“Oh troubled citizen! May I be of assistance?”

The loud question grated your ears as you refused to focus on anything other than keeping awake.

“No. Go away.”

“But dear citizen I cannot for you seem to need help!”

You groaned at their insistence reminded of the enemy your employers were especially not fond of…infact—You finally looked with familiarized malice at the shining mass and recognizable hair at the hovering super-powered individual.

“You’re that one hero…aren’t you?”

“So you know of me? Good! Then you have the honor of being under my care!”

“We don’t think so.”

The monotone and distorted voice of The Eraser had you both looking up at the villains in shocked stupor. Both were fully decked out in their villain armor menacingly standing still in broad daylight. The Mic was uncharacteristically silent further upsetting your already flipping stomach. It didn’t seem that the hero felt any semblance of that though.

“You two? My it seems you have the most uncanny sense for where I am! Perhaps you’re stalking me?”

You could tell he was rolling his eyes under his visor but the villain still reached a gloved hand out to you.

“(Y/n) come with me, I’ll be taking you to our home, now.”

You didn’t know why your feet weren’t moving or why your hands shook as you reached out. Or why your heart was pumping so fast. Perhaps that was why you let the hero put an arm out in front of you as he lightly shoved you further behind his back.

“Do not hark their villainous temptations (MY/n)! They only wish to unsettle me with a hostage–”

His heroic declarations were interrupted by the sudden closeness of The Mic their speaker enhanced mouthpiece dangerously close to their exposed ear.

“Don’t you dare touch them!”

The hero cringed further keeping you behind him as he backed up. Holding the side of his head he swung it back and forth between the villains. With an unexpected battle cry he opened his palms towards the villains before frantically shaking it when he found no reaction.

“W-what is this?! Why can’t I–?”

“Did you forget who you were fighting? Idiot.”

“Wellll the idiot is realizing just how much of a moron he is maybe we’ll grant some mercy.”

“M-mercy?”

“Yup you give us our lovely (Y/n)! And we won’t immediately squash you to bits!”

“Immediately?”

“Do I hafta keep repeating myself? Just give us the kitten we’ll be up on and on our way! Okay?”

“That is until we return to beat you to a bloody pulp for so much as talking to them. See (Y/n) this is why you should just stay home, it just means more carnage for everyone else. Besides you’re so sick I bet you can’t even think straight, come home (Y/n).”

“Yeah precious how about we just go home…”

“You want watch us obliterate him would you?”

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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91% Function

Pairing: Shuri x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, dirty talk, praise kink, vibranium strap, lesbian sex

Word count: 2.1k

Translations: Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana = That’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen, Hayi = No, Sithandwa = My love, Ndiyakudinga = I need you, Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe = To hell with that short white man, Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi = Yes, my love. I know, Molo kwintombazana yam entle = Hello to my beautiful girlfriend

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Your calmness slipped with each passing hour. Your girlfriend, Shuri, was supposed to be back from America hours ago. This was nothing new to you. Shuri traveled quite often, especially now that she was Black Panther, but she had been gone for 20 days, 11 hours, and 36 minutes.

You missed her terribly.

And you ached for her deep inside.

You both agreed not to pleasure yourselves until she returned. You were doing well until around day 10 when you discovered new footage of Shuri in Massachusetts, leaping across a tall building in her panther suit alongside Riri as they both took down a rogue CIA member.

Her swift, confident glides made you proud of her, but also frisky. You two have always had great sex, but since she took the heart-shaped herb, the sex shifted into something borderline astronomical.

You tapped a bead on your kimoyo bracelet, admiring your half naked figure in the full-length mirror beside your bed as you waited for Shuri to answer.

“Molo kwintombazana yam entle.” Shuri answered on the third ring.

“Where are you?” You blurted, unwilling to let her cuteness distract you.

“I am about thirty minutes out from the river border.”

“Thirty minutes?! Shuri, you were supposed to be here two hours ago.”

“Ewe, sithandwa sam. Ndiyazi,” Shuri sighed, “I got caught up in a conversation with Agent Ross and lost track of time.”

“Ukuya esihogweni kunye nehempe emhlophe!” You rolled your eyes, flopping dramatically onto the bed.

“Bast, (Y/N)!” Shuri admonished as she failed to contain her snickers.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?”

“Yes, you do get more agitated than usual when I am away for more than a week.”

“Ndiyakudinga.” You whined.

“I need you, too. I apologize for being late. I will make it up to you.”

“How?”

“With Riri’s help I was able to get the apparatus to 91% function. Figured we could test it when I arrive?”

You sat up instantly on the bed, beyond impressed. You two had been throwing around ideas for improving the vibranium strap's versatility for a while now.

“Wow, 91%! So, that means there’s a good chance that—“

“—That you will feel what I feel and I will feel what you feel.”

“Shit.” You cursed, moaning lightly as you rubbed yourself through your yellow lace panties.

“Mhm.”

“Bast, I don’t know which position we should try first.” You breathed, sliding your panties to the side for direct access.

“Well, hands and knees do seem to be your personal favorite.” She added, chuckling lightly.

You spread your legs a little more before dipping a finger inside your slick hole. You could not wait any longer. Three weeks was your limit. You were a touch starved mess.

“Do not start without me, sithandwa.”

“What? I’m not.” You lied.

“I can hear your finger sliding in and out of you, Y/N.”

Damn, you forgot how much stronger her hearing was now. Oh, well.

“You hear how wet I am for you?”

“Yes, I hear it,” Shuri purred, rubbing at her thigh to distract from the pulsation under her pants, “I cannot wait to taste it.”

The sultry inflection of her voice was enough to drive you to slide a second finger in, moaning louder this time. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Shuri gasped, “I know you did not just add another fing—“

“—Mmm, it feels so good.” You cut her off, whimpering as you felt the edge nearing.

“Take your fingers out, Y/N. Now.”

“Hayi.” You disobeyed.

“No?” The sheer shock in Shuri’s voice would have made you laugh if circumstances were different. She sounded scandalized.

“I’m about to cum, Shuri.”

“Do you remember what happened the last time you were being a disobedient brat?”

You did remember which is why you angled your two fingers and thrusted them faster inside you. Shuri had you calling on every god in existence that night. The memory alone had you throbbing.

“You better answer me, Y/N.”

Your climax was approaching and little did Shuri know, she was talking you up and right through it.

“Y/N.” Shuri repeated, growling into her kimoyo beads and that sent you over the edge.

You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Consequences be damned. You had been holding that in for three long ass weeks. The orgasm was nice, but without your girlfriend you were always left ravenous. Shuri was silent for a beat, listening to your ragged breaths and sinful moans. You shivered as you pulled your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth to lick them clean.

“Prepare to take every inch I give you.” Shuri hissed. You could hear her breaths become harsher. Oooh, she was mad. Good.

The last thing you heard was Shuri swearing and one of the Dora Milaje responding to Shuri's question about their whereabouts.

“We will be home in seven mi—“

The combination of the abrupt silence and your girlfriend's last words sent a sweet chill down your spine. The thought of your impending punishment made you wetter. Even though, the icy tone of Shuri's warning had you swallowing the nervous lump in your throat. You knew she meant business.

You sobbed a moan while hot tears started to pool in your eyes as you were denied yet another orgasm. Shuri pulled out of you just as you were about to bust. She left you lying there on your back as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

She looked back at you, enjoying the drenched, sensitive mess spread out before her. Looking into her eyes, you could not suppress the ache and frustration you felt. For the fourth time, she has pushed you to the precipice, only to yank you back at the last second. You were going to wither away if you didn’t come soon.

“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.” She shrugged, looking down at the strap attached to her. She stroked it loosely as it was slick with your wetness.

“Please let me cum.” You begged as you sat up on your knees.

“Come to me.” Shuri called over her shoulder.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, stopping beside her. She turned her face toward you, grinning as she saw the desperation in your eyes.

“Ride me until you cum.” She gestured for you to straddle her lap and you obeyed, moving with an eager quickness.

You both moaned softly as you eased your pussy down the length of the strap. The model was only at 91% and it was revealing to you both various levels of pleasure you thought were impossible to achieve.

You began to bounce slowly, but quickly found your pacing, up and down, swirl and grind. You lowered your gaze to Shuri, silently pleading with her to touch you. With a playful glint in her eyes, she looked up at you.

“Baby, please touch me.” You huffed, bouncing harder.

Usually when you were riding your girlfriend she would grip your waist to help you move up and down, suck your nipples, or smack your ass. SOMETHING! She wasn’t doing anything. She was leaned back, both palms spread against the bed as she watched you fuck yourself onto her. It drove you crazy when she didn’t touch you and she fucking knew it.

“Obviously you no longer need my help to get you there.”

“But I do need you, baby. Please help me cum.”

“Tough.” Shuri said, not moving an inch.

You pinched her shoulder in frustration and she just laughed at you, unfazed.

Fine. If she wanted to play like that then so be it.

You shoved two of your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to massage your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Shuri. You feel so good inside of me.”

You knew she loved when you were vocal about how she made you feel during sex and would eventually touch you.

“No one could ever fuck me like you do,” you continued, “I love the way you fuck me.”

The cocky grin she was sporting faltered as she let out a deep moan, soon after she rolled her hips up to meet your vigorous bounces.

A climax tore through your stomach as soon as Shuri bent forward to capture your rigid nipple in her warm mouth, and you threw your head back and whimpered.

You were only given a few spare moments to catch your breath before Shuri picked you up and pounded into you against the wall.

Sheer unadulterated euphoria flowed through you. You were so sex dazed that you couldn't recall how many times you came in the last thirty minutes, but Shuri was still not through with you. Sweat was the only barrier between the two of you. Your passion for her only deepened with each carnal kiss and perfectly calculated thrust.

You were now on your hands and knees, chestnut thighs shaking like a cheap, synthetic wig on a windy night. The noises of pleasure that escaped your lips were so loud and obscene you took it upon yourself to shove your face into an orange satin pillow. You knew your throat was going to be sore and your voice would be gone come tomorrow. Still, you didn’t care. Shuri was fucking you too damn good for you to be silent.

“Thank me while I fuck you.” Shuri grunted as her hand came down, smacking your plump ass, making the flesh jiggle from the ample force.

“Aaah! Th—thank you! Thank you!” You whimpered as you rocked back onto her.

With her free hand, Shuri gripped your throat and pulled you up, bringing your sweaty back to rest against her bare chest. She slowed her thrusts and ground into you slowly as she trailed delicate kisses across your cheek and down the neck to your shoulder.

“You always take me so well, Y/N.”

You could barely form a word so you just nodded. She knew all too well what her praises did to you.

“If only you listened as well as you took me.”

Shuri kissed your ear and nibbled on your earlobe before whispering, “Are you going to be good from now on and listen?”

“Yes.” You vowed, gasping as Shuri began to rub tight circles around your clit.

“Yes, what?” The deepness of her lust filled voice never failed to send you into a frenzy.

“Yes, Panther. I promise.” You groaned.

“That’s what I like to hear.” She panted.

“Shuri, please,” you pleaded as she rubbed your clit even faster, “I can’t cum again.”

“Mmm, I think you can give me one more. Shall we try the highest pulsation?” Shuri pressed on the side of the strap twice, bringing it to level five. You cried out in pleasure, not only because the ability to feel what Shuri was feeling intensified, but also because she brushed against your g-spot over and over.

Shuri chuckled as she felt your walls clench around her, “Go on,” she encouraged as you squirmed, “Be a good girl and cum one last time for me.” The vibrations from her next stroke shot throughout your entire body. Almost like receiving a slight magnetic jolt.

You let out an ear piercing scream that was definitely heard throughout the palace. You have never experienced an orgasm like this before. You came everywhere. All over your thighs, Shuri’s thighs and the bed. You made a mess. The intensity of your orgasm took Shuri by surprise as well, causing her rhythm to falter once she realized that you were squirting.

“Yeyona shit yesondo kakhulu endakha ndayifumana.” Shuri praised as she shoved you down into the mattress with one hand while the other tightened on your waist. Her euphonious moans grew louder as she drove into you wildly, chasing her own orgasm.

Shuri came with a cry, her thighs shook against the backs of yours. You were still trembling as your knees gave out and you sagged against the bed. She pulled out of you and flopped down next to you.

You both breathed shakily, warm bodies completely spent. You mustered all the strength you had left to turn onto your side so you could face her. Of course, she was already on her side, smirking at you.

“So,” Shuri cleared her throat as she scooched closer to you, resting her hand on your waist, “how are you feeling?” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smugness in her voice but that simple action required energy you didn’t have at the moment.

“If you’re ever walking outside and hear a rustling in the bushes, don't worry about it. It’s just me.” You enlightened her as your cunning amber eyes peered into her haughty walnut pupils.

Shuri’s eyes crinkled as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, shaking her head fondly at you. She thought she was used to your post sex outbursts by now, but every now and then you stumped her.

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lumosinlove · 6 months

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Two: Finn

Finn and Logan’s Flat

London, England

They had emergency measures in place. Logan had sat him down one night. Finn had been in this exact chair. Whiskey in the glasses Logan had brought him back from Ireland. Beautiful crystal carved things with diamond-shaped clovers. Finn didn’t know why he had been in Ireland that time—or any other time—and he never would. Now that set of four haunted Finn’s liquor cabinet.

“No one will know,” Logan had said. “No one but us. If you need me—need me to know something, you call here, and if I need you to know something, I will, too.”

On Finn’s side of it, he had a phone number. Just four digits. He didn’t know how it worked or how Logan had set it up. He purchased a burner phone with cash—never at the same store—and dialed the number. No one ever answered. He left a message. He’d driven two hours before to get to far away corner stores. Just in case something might give Logan away. It was hard to be careful when he didn’t know what he was dealing with.

The burner phones now haunted his bedside drawer.

Finn had sent it maybe twenty messages since it happened. Make that fifty. He didn’t know how Logan got them—or how he used to get them. He didn’t know if it was accessible by computer or a cellphone somehow. He’d only really used it once, with a response, when he’d gone into the hospital with a bad concussion after falling stupidly on a patch of ice. Logan, somehow, had gotten to him in less than a nine hours. Finn had been expecting it to take a day or two at least. Logan had arrived with a neat beard, fuller than Finn had ever seen it, and brown contact lenses in for some reason, but it was Logan. He’d taken the contacts out in the hospital bathroom and flushed them down the toilet before the very surprised nurse had come in to check on Finn and found him with a visitor.

Fingers through his hair. Logan kissing his temple—God, how was he losing that feeling? That was his favorite feeling. Mon Rouge…be careful. You have to be careful. Finn remembered smiling sleepily. But that’s what I’m always telling you.

Alive. He knew there should be a maybe somewhere in there but his brain wouldn’t add it. You’re alive.

Someone was letting themselves in. Key scraping in the door and footsteps Finn knew well. Leo took his coat off in the hall and paused long enough so that Finn knew he was reading the notes in the halls—even though he’d read them a thousand times before. Framed, creases and all. They were, what, nine years old now? A decade seemed so long, until it was cut short. Leo liked to read his and Logan’s love confessions to each other from when they were at school together.

“Chicken and dumplings,” Leo said from behind him. He put one container in the fridge and Finn couldn’t bring himself to turn around. The microwave went and what felt like seconds later, he had a steaming bowl in front of him.

Leo eased himself into a chair and, finally Finn looked up.

“So, they told you,” Leo said. His eyes were calm, but his face held worry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was Remus,” Leo said immediately. “And I would never let you get your hopes up and then…” Leo pressed his lips together. “But I’m glad Sirius and James did.”

“You found the footage?”

“Yes.”

“And…And you’ve been looking?”

Leo nodded.

Finn pushed a spoon around the bowl, watching it sink into the thick broth. “Why?” It sounded crass but Finn might’ve driven himself mad if he had the capability to never stop looking for Logan. Instead, he was in a dark sea, unable to even know quite what had gone so wrong. So very wrong.

“Because I loved them, too. Or, love. God, who knows what to say.”

Finn nodded. Of course. Of course. He put his hand around Logan’s necklace.

“Make sure you eat that,” Leo said softly. He ducked his head a little until Finn looked at him. “Are you going to be okay here tonight?” Leo whispered. “Alone?”

Alone.

Sometimes Leo stayed. Sometimes, Finn didn’t know what he’d do with an empty bed every night and so sometimes Leo stayed. Just the weight of another person—but sometimes it tricked Finn. Sometimes he reached out and thought—and thought. Wrap his arm around Leo’s waist or, God, even worse, tuck his nose up against Leo’s neck. Finn felt so bad about it he could cry. But then there was Leo’s blue eyes, sorry and wishing he could take the pain away. They would both apologize, maybe squeeze hands, and roll over.

“I’ll be okay.” Finn really needed to be alone. He needed no one to know about his little phone habit. Not even Leo.

The second Leo was out the door, Finn covered his face with his hands and dug up the burner phone package from his desk drawer. He’d broken the rules, he’d gone four blocks over to a store he’d been to before but not for a long time. But he needed it. He needed the connection, no matter how broken it might be. He cut through the plastic with the blur of tears in his eyes. He assembled it, watched the green light of the screen blink to life. He punched in the familiar numbers. 1017.

It rang, tinny and lazy. Then, the familiar beep.

Finn’s mouth went dry. He’d always been able to say anything to Logan. Everything.

“Logan,” he whispered. “Lo, are…” He squeezed his eyes shut. He covered his face with his palm. “Are you alive?”

He always expected an answer. Breathing on the other end of the line. Maybe it was just the nature of holding a phone up to his ear. Reflex and expectation. Lately, Finn talked into the burner like Logan was there. Some horrible way of coping, he’d guess any doctor would say. Phone calls to a ghost, how fucking dramatic was that?

“It’s almost Christmas, you know,” Finn said. He traced a crumb around the table with his thumb. Who knew what it was from. “I’m supposed to go to New York. See Alex and…and everyone. Well, Jesus, not everyone. Not you.”

Finn didn’t realized his eyes had closed until he thought he’d been quiet for too long. He checked. Nearly twenty seconds had passed.

“It does feel cold enough to snow,” Finn said. “My classes are almost out. I think no one’s going to be there on Wednesday. I don’t even want to be there myself. Martha—you remember Martha? She…” Finn swallowed. “She asked about you the other day. She wanted to know if we were doing anything special.” Finn felt his lip tremble, let his eyes fill up. “Like—Fuck, like going to the beach or something.” His voice was pitching up in the way it did when he was trying not to cry. “And I thought about Spain.”

It had seemed like Logan hardly even had to look at people to get what he wanted. Those green eyes of his. That soft, nearly bashful smile. He’d been wearing what looked like a very expensive suit when he'd met Finn in the tarmac.

“Finn. Rouge.” Logan had kissed him so hard. Finn could feel the way Logan’s palm had curled them into each other. Logan had had a cut just above his lip. “I missed you. I missed you.”

Finn had clung to him, then laughed and looked him up and down. Linen shirt, open at the collar, fine-threaded tan jacket. So gorgeous. A little banged up maybe, but nothing serious. The barely there bump of his gun at his side, unreadable if Finn hadn’t felt it with how close Logan was holding him. What are we doing here? You can’t come home yet?

Oh, mon rouge. We are doing absolutely nothing, Logan had smiled, and taken Finn’s bags from him.

It hadn’t felt like nothing. It had felt like breakfasts of fruits and pastries. Watching Logan’s skin turn golden as they lay by the pool. Long nights of rocking into Logan’s body, pinning his hands up above his head in the way he liked and trying not to blush every time they came back to find their sheets changed and freshened. Running his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan’s head on his chest, listening to Finn read aloud. Walking through small towns with curving, winding streets to get lost in. Buying a very expensive bottle of wine and drinking by the water. Kissing the flavor of Logan’s fig ice cream right out of his mouth. He was summer.

Now, Finn put his head into his hands and pressed the phone harder to his cheek. He could still feel him. Finn saw him everywhere.

“Remus is alive. Are you with him?” Finn let out a breath that was more a sob. He pressed a hand over his mouth. “Are you there? Because if you are, please—please come home. Come home.”

But no. If Logan could come home, he would have. No. He would have by now. Finn stood up so fast that the chair wobbled on its rear legs. No, no, no—

“No. I’m gonna come find you.” Finn knew he was probably breathing so heavy, crying too much maybe to even be understood. He sniffed and took a breath and said it again. “I’m going to come find you, baby, don’t worry. I’ve got you. Always, remember? I’ve got you. Yeah.” Finn wiped at his face with the sleeve of his sweater. One of Logan’s go-bags—a back up—was in the closet in the box with the spare sheets. “I’ve got you.”

“No,” Sirius said.

Finn’s ass was half frozen from sitting on his stoop, and he stumbled a little when he got up. “I’m coming with you.”

Sirius didn’t move. He just looked Finn over with those gray, unreadable eyes. For Finn, after the accident, it had been like losing friends, only without a fall-out or a fight. Finn was no longer privy to Sirius and James’ lifestyle. The connection was gone. He was exhausted. He missed Logan so badly that he wondered if he would die some nights, throwing on shoes and a scarf to do something, to go somewhere, because surely something was wrong in his chest for it to hurt this bad. Lily had come around sometimes, even James, but their faces had only hurt him. He’d thrown himself into his classes but without caring about them.

The only person left was Leo, knowing Finn was hopeless in the kitchen except for the occasional basic. But he was more than that. He was Logan’s closest friend on his squad. Maybe even Finn’s closest friend, too. They spent their evenings with Leo more often than not, and at first Finn had thought it was sort of like a rookie thing—Leo was a bit younger than them—and Logan thought he was lonely, but then he’d gotten to know Leo. When it wasn’t Finn and Logan, it was the three of them.

Sirius didn’t look the same. But Remus hadn’t exactly been his boyfriend. At least, Logan hadn’t thought so. He’d only been trying to get one of them to take the first step towards something more. But that was still something to be taken away.

“Jesus, Finn.” Sirius said. He shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. “Finn. God. Maybe we shouldn’t have told you.”

“No.” He sounded childish, desperate. “Sirius, please. Please, I can’t do this. I can do—” He looked around him, but he wasn’t sure what for. “Life. World. Normal. Whatever you want to call it. I can’t do it without him and now I can’t do the waiting for him. Not alone. Please.”

“No.” Sirius pushed around him, keys jingling gently. Finn heard them scratch at the door. Smelled the fish and chips he was holding. A few doors down, carolers were singing.

“I’ve been swallowed whole by losing him,” Finn said softly.

Sirius stopped, one foot on the step above the other. A wind picked up, all sudden and rough, like it knew the air couldn’t be too still between them. If it was, it would solidify and they’d never get through this. Finn would never move again, not until Logan touched the back of his neck, his cheek, and brought him back to life. I’m right here.

“I mean…” Finn looked down. “Losing him. Dead. Gone.” His voice caught and he had to breathe through it. “If he’s not then—Sirius.”

Sirius’ back was tense. His jacket looked too thin for the weather and he wasn’t wearing a hat or a scarf. Finn watched his shoulders rise and fall. Finn looked one way down the street—carolers—then the other. He always did this. Imagined Logan was somewhere near by, half in shadow, watching him. Not dead.

Sirius’ dinner crinkled in his hand as he turned around.

“It’s not all luxury and glitz.” Sirius narrowed his eyes a little, wary. “I know that’s the part Logan treats you to, but it’s not.”

“Okay.”

“You gonna be fine with that?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe we have to camp out on the roof of a building.”

Finn tried to hide his wince. “Okay.”

“All night.”

Finn grit his teeth. “I’ll do anything.”

“No food.”

“Will it help us find him?” Finn swallowed. “I mean them. Remus and Logan.”

“Maybe,” Sirius said. “Or just Remus. Logan might really be dead.”

Finn closed his eyes. That word. That word.

“Are you prepared for that?”

“No,” he said. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know. That doesn’t mean I don’t want…I don’t know, his—his body.” But did he? Did he want to see that? It haunted him. Real, and true haunting. One second he’d see Logan’s smile and the next some horrible, gray version of his face.

“Most likely there won’t be a body. And if there was one, it would be…remains. Finn, it’s been months.”

“Then a confession. I don’t know. I just want—”

“I know what you want,” Sirius said. “I want it, too.”

“I have to come,” Finn pleaded. He took a step forward. “Sirius.”

Sirius took a step forward, too, meeting him on the steps. “These people we were dealing with when it happened—you cannot hope to understand them. They’re deranged. Worse than that, they’re wealthy and deranged, and we don’t know very much about them. We know they control a large blackmarket network and they’re only getting more powerful. We know they deal in weapons, and we know they have sleeper agents everywhere. Finn, you can’t trust anyone, do you understand? They got Logan, but who knows what Logan told you.”

“Are you saying I’m being watched?”

“Of course you are. By us and them.”

Logan never told him much. He let Finn smooth the crease in his brow. He let Finn bring him tea or his sugary, sugary coffee. He let Finn spoon up against his back and told Finn how that made him feel safe—one of the few moments in this world when he wasn’t worried about looking behind him. Logan let him make love to him, fuck all the weight of the world right out of him until he was weightless and slick with sweat and his own come. Let Finn hold his hand while they walked to dinner and home again. But he never told him anything. Not really. A country name here, a surname there. Nothing that meant anything to Finn. Never enough for him to put anything together.

They will never have a reason to need you, Logan would whisper in the dark. I will never give them one.

Who is they? Finn would wonder.

“No one can know you’re with us,” Sirius said. “You have to get your own flights.”

Finn nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

“We leave tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Hello there!” came a jolly voice from behind them.

Finn swore he saw Sirius’ mouth say fuck under his breath. Finn turned to see that the cluster of carolers had made it to them.

The man simply grinned at them, before turning and raising his hands in signal.

I’ll be home for Christmas… they began, and Finn turned back around fast, looking up at Sirius.

Sirius held a finger to his lips and, before they were even one verse in, turned and went inside.

You can count on me…

Tomorrow, Finn said. He didn’t even feel guilty about leaving the carolers mid-song. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

If only in my dreams…

#Christmas Eve Will Find Me lumosinlove #winterfic 2023 lumosinlove #finnlo #sirius black #spy au #Logan tremblay #finn o'hara #Leo knut #sunfish

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moonydustx · 11 months

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can you do an imagine where reader and pedro bring there newborn to the last of us set to meet everyone

Hey! First of all, from the bottom of my heart, I apologize for the delay. Life has been tough, but I'm getting back to writing now. I hope you like it and if you have more requests, I'll do my best to answer them. I adapted the idea a little, hope you don't mind.

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Fears and Monsters

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: You are the parents of a baby, mentions of the clickers, no spoilers for the series.

With a visit to The Last of Us set, you find out a little more about your daughter's fears.

Translations: Amor - Love / Princesa - Princess

No beta and english is not my native language, so please be nice!

Aurora's little legs were bouncing restlessly as soon as you got her out of the safety seat, if she could talk she would surely be thanking the heavens, a short four hour drive seemed like an eternity for a five month old baby.

The weekend was too boring, Pedro had spliced some footage, which made him not see you for a little more than a week. You had talked to Neil, asking for a little time to visit the set and as he already knew who would be your companion, he accepted immediately.

"No way!" Bella's voice, still dressed as Ellie, echoed before you could actually see they. "I can't believe you two came."

"Just a quick visit, we couldn't stay home any longer." you replied, already handing little Aurora into Bella's arms, who seemed to be more anxious than the baby.

"And you... You've grown!" your daughter's laugh when she was squeezed by Bella made you laugh together, your presence already attracted some looks. "Are we going to find your old man?"

"Please." you asked, following the path. "How has the reshoots been?"

"Very calm. Well, they are simpler scenes, in Jackson, there is very little left to finish."

"This is great, I heard you saw a giraffe these days."

"My God! You should have seen it, she was so beautiful and calm, I swore their necks weren't even that huge."

"Pedro was also impressed, I needed to hear about it for a few days." even though Bella held Aurora tight, you kept a close eye. "I confess that maybe I got a little jealous."

A few meters walked and you were already entering Jackson's set. Most of the things there were practical effects, the little wooden houses, the horses in the stable. A handsome man in a shabby plaid flannel with disheveled hair. You could swear that the environment became even brighter when you saw him smile in your direction.

"My girls!" he came towards you, giving you a hug that took your feet off the ground. You could feel him bury his face in your neck and smell your perfume. "I missed you, amor."

"We miss you too." you replied as soon as he released you. It only took seconds for him to take Aurora from Bella's arms and shower her with kisses, barely pausing to breathe. Aurora was in that adorable phase where every gesture was a reason to laugh.

"You look so beautiful, my sweetheart." Pedro had entered a universe of his own, lost in love with his own daughter. "What do you think about taking a walk with Dad?"

"And then he says he's not a silly daddy." Bella commented to you, who immediately agreed, but it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I'm not. She's just too cute." you could have sworn Pedro would melt right there when he saw the little girl put her little hands under his cheeks. "See? She agrees with me."

"This time we let it go." you replied, still with a silly smile watching the two. "So, shall we go for a walk?"

"Sure. Let's go see Jack!" Pedro reached out one of his hands, taking yours and giving it a quick kiss.

You and Bella followed him, laughing at all his excitement. Jack, whoever he was, seemed miles away, as Pedro made a point of stopping and saying hello with Aurora to everyone along the way.

When you get close to one of the stables in the scenario, you finally understand that it was Jack. A completely brown and beautiful horse that was there. Bella went ahead and called him, Jack with meek steps placed himself at the edge of the fence.

"Look princesa, a horse. Just like in that book daddy showed you." Pedro approached and you can see Aurora's face close. Foreseeing what would happen, you moved even closer to the horse. "Don't be afraid, my love, it's just a pet."

"Look at Mommy." you got her attention by petting Jack. He promptly licked your face, making you laugh. "See? Want to try?"

Pedro barely took her little hand and it was enough for Aurora to show the power of her lungs. The cry echoed throughout the set, making Pedro immediately move to the opposite side of the horse.

You even thought about going to him and trying to help calm her down, but you were no match for Pedro, who managed to calm her down just by talking to her. Since the little girl was born, he had taken that role for himself.

"Okay, someone really doesn't like horses." Bella spoke, petting Jack. "Maybe she likes Olivier."

"Who is Olivier?" you walked towards Pedro and Aurora's cry was no longer heard.

"10 bucks she won't cry with Olivier." Bella arrived announcing, attracting Pedro's worried look.

"20 bucks for you not to make that up." he replied, with the little girl lying on his shoulder.

"30 bucks to see him from afar."

"What do you think amor?" Pedro turned to you, who shrugged.

"I have no idea who it is."

"You promised that when she came we would show her." Bella interrupted, thrilled to see Pedro relent.

You made your way back to the inner area of the set and it didn't take long for you to understand what it was all about.

"You are not going to show my daughter a zombie." you made a move to pick her up, but the little one remained firm in her father's arms.

"Only from afar." Pedro warned, turning his daughter to face Olivier. "I promise if I see her threaten to cry, we're out of here."

"Aurora, look over there." Bella tried to get her attention, she seemed to understand exactly what they were saying.

Aurora glanced in Olivier's direction and then at her own father, babbling something. The little eyes, still red from crying, no longer had any tears. Again she turned to the man who was made up and pointed her little hand, trying to reach.

"I think... Hold on a second." Pedro took a few more steps towards Olivier.

At that point, everyone around was already paying attention to the girl's reaction, who still looked curious. A few more steps and you were around Olivier, who, despite his hideous make-up, was looking curiously at the girl.

"She's definitely not afraid of him." Neil, who accompanied the recording, said in surprise.

Aurora cooed excitedly and stretched out both small hands towards the man who was dressed as a clicker. He lowered himself to her height and she started to play with him, trapping her little hands on the ends of the makeup she had made.

"No way!" Bella mumbled as disbelieved as the two of you.

"She hates horses…" you started, still baffled by her toothless smile.

"And she loves Olivier" Pedro's voice was as surprised as yours.

"Unbelievable!" Neil placed himself between the two, asking permission to take Aurora in his arms, which, as he was even closer to Olivier, he accepted immediately. "Hi Miss Pascal. Do you want to play with the clicker? Oh dear, Uncle Neil will get you a job next season."

"Unbelievable." Pedro muttered, still disbelieved. "Did you see? My little girl isn't afraid of zombies."

"That she certainly didn't get from me." You watched Neil distract Aurora with the rest of the staff dressed up as infected.

"My fearsome." Pedro caressed your chin, stealing a quick peck from your lips. "You made my day, coming here, bringing our girl."

"Too bad we're already going home." You said, just to tease him, but you saw his smile disappear immediately. "By home, I mean room 42 of a certain hotel near here."

It took a few seconds for him to understand, which drew a sincere laugh from you.

"Are you staying all week?"

"Yes, my love, we couldn't take the longing anymore." he didn't hesitate to hold you in a hug, distributing several kisses, just like he did when he saw Aurora.

"Well, then I guess Aurora would love to meet all the other Olivier's in the series."

#pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal #fiction #the last of us #reader insert

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stupidstrawberrystars · 3 months

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I’ve decided that my WIPs should be somewhere. This is wolfstar, modern au (where Sirius and James have a tiktok account). It was supposed to be multi chaptered (basically just gonna be Wolfstar doing couples trends on tiktok, but they’re not actually together yet), but I only fully completed the first chapter. But it’s just rotting away so here, it’s about 1k.

I’ve made this a thing now so;

Their video went viral two months ago. Sirius and James precariously attempted to pet a pigeon. Gotta give the guy credit, Pete’s great at dares.

He recorded it all, planning to use it to blackmail the two in the future. Nothing like friendly bullying between mates. And he got some good footage, a pigeon did fly in James’ face and Sirius stepped in poop, but then Remus just had to help.

He went to the shop and grabbed some bread. So they could lure a pigeon in. And in a shocking turn of events, they managed to pet one eventually.

They posted the video as a joke.

It took the algorithm only a few weeks to hit all the UK uni students currently withering away behind their desks.

And soon Pads and Prongs went viral.

And so as James and Remus crashed through uni, Pete cruised through his internship as a sous chef, and Sirius desperately search for artistic inspiration, they kept an online presence too.

Sirius and James documented their crazy days of boring work and painting, and entertained their fans with late night lives at their flats and short tiktok clips of dumb pranks. James’ hair was pink for a week. It was hilarious.

The internet was quick to fall in love with James’ long distance relationship with Lily. Pete popped up to show off his cooking sometimes. Remus appeared in the background sometimes. Sirius finds it unbelievable that he hasn’t realised how much the tiktok book girlies already love him.

And that’s what lead to last night. The marauders, a nickname from school and therefore an embarrassing inside joke, are all huddled in the small living room of James and Sirius’, eating Pete’s cake and cuddled under blankets. Their live and just chatting with the fans, relating over awful projects and difficult teachers.

“Not that this cake isn’t amazing, but does anyone want actual food? I could order takeaway since clearly none of us want to get up and make shit.” It’s a good suggestion from James, but Sirius isn’t really hungry.

“Yeah i’d have food mate.” Remus agrees and then so does Pete.

“I’m good i’m not hungry.” James shoots him a vaguely sceptical look, and asks him if he’s sure.

“Yes i’m sure James.”

They decide on simple fish and chips. Usually they get something, as James would say, with more taste. But the chippies the only place that’ll bring them food and not take more than two hours. It is a Friday after all.

Since they’re using James’ phone for the live, Remus takes his phone out and takes Pete and James’ order.

So they continue along chatting and rather quickly the questions about Remus, who’s been pretty quiet all evening, increase from about 50% of the comments to 75%.

“Just appease them a bit Lupin.” Remus glares at James for that.

“I have no clue what the people on your phone want to know about me James.”

Remus has a tendency to refer to technology as if he’s a grandpa who understands nothing beyond a radio. Sirius has heard people call it annoying but really it’s just endearing. At least to Sirius.

“How about that book you read Moony? Red, White and Royal Blue? Apparently you were caught making some choice expressions while reading in the background of me and James’ last tiktok. Did you like it?”

Remus gives him a disapproving look, likely annoyed at Sirius’ question. Apparently books need more detail than just a simple, yes it was good, or no it was not.

“Well… okay do your phone people really care about my opinion?” Remus turns to James. He replies that yes they obviously do. The comments are going crazy over having Remus’ attention.

“Fine. I enjoy Casey McQuiston’s writing style. I thought it was entertaining and I really liked how Alex and Henry complimented each other. Henry was able to calm Alex and Alex’s able to reason with Henry when he’s struggling.”

Sirius looked blankly at Remus.

“Oh come on Moons. You spent like 2 hours explaining the whole book in depth and going on and on about your favourite characters and lines. Your book is annotated all over. At least share with the audience your favourite quotes.”

Remus sighs beside Sirius. Sirius really wants to hear these though. Remus seemed to love the book and Sirius often finds listening to him describe something he loves is always majestic. He details it all with elegant words until you’re eating out the plan of his hand.

“I guess I thought it was pretty funny when Nora said, How did I know I was Bi? I touched a boob. Wasn’t that profound.”

“Remus.” Sirius whines.

“Oh fine. There’s a tone of quotes from that book I love. There’s I love him on purpose. Or he tells his too fast brain: don’t miss it this time, it’s too important. I- erm- I guess I also kind of love this thing Henry says, it’s like And I thought if someone like that ever loved me, it’d set me on fire. But then I was a careless fool and fell in love with you anyway.” Remus has not taken his eyes of Sirius once as he quotes this beautiful book. How does he remember those lines just of the top of his head?

“You know what though,” His voice takes on a soft tone. The one he reserves for kids, animals, things he loves, and sometimes Sirius. If he’s in a good mood. “my favourite, has got to be When have I ever, since the very first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?” Remus’ eyes are rich and deep and chocolate. Sirius wants to paint them.

“Moony!” James interrupts their eye contact. “Now they’re all gonna be in love with you, damn it.”

Remus chuckles and glances to the side.

“Doubt that Prongs. But yeah I loved the book. Oh and erm- food should be here soon by the way guys. Just got the notification to say it’s on its way here.”

Remus then clearly decides he’s done enough socialising with the internet so he grabs his current book, Song of Achilles, and carries on reading.

And of course, because he’s so easy to deal with already, Sirius’ stomach, as if it has a mind of its own, decides now is the time to become bloody starving.

He glances guilty at Prongs, who furrows his eyebrows as if to ask what’s wrong.

“Hey Moons,” Sirius raises the pitch of his voice slightly to warn Remus he’s about to be a bit annoying. Remus glances up, squints at him and tilts his head.

“Remember when I said I wasn’t hungry?”

James bursts into laughter and Pete chuckles. But Remus just goes back to his book. And once the laughter dies down he, without even lifting his head from reading, tells Sirius,

“Idiot. I know. I ordered you food when I ordered ours. I know you. I knew you’d be hungry.” He rolls his eyes but goes straight back to the book.

The entire internet sees Sirius’ doe eyes but Remus does not. It sends James up the wall.

#the IDIOT is endearing and usually Remus uses much cuter petnames with Sirius I promise #if I did carry this on it would be so fluffy and mushy so if that’s not your vibe then ignore this #low on angst high on love #the next bit would be Sirius in a skirt stealing the jumper Remus is wearing just for fun (because he knows Remus will let him)#you guessed it though they’re still not dating yet #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #marauders era #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #i wrote a fic #my fic #wolfstar fic

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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TMNT 2012 Perv!Donatello x Clueless! Cheerleader!Reader - Little Freak

Summary: Raph calls Donnie out for his constant pining for you, and, after discovering how his brother really sees you, decides to hang it over his head.

Warnings: perv!Donnie, sexualization of f!reader, demeaning language (Raph to Donnie), Not a smut, just has the topic of sexual attraction, still MDNI!

You half sashayed into the lair, your friend, Casey trailing behind you, both clad in the uniform of your respective sport. You giddily hopped down the stairs to meet Mikey, the hockey player so forcefully graciously hauling your duffle bag (as well as his own) over his shoulder. “Mikey!” you chirped as the youngest turtle jumped off the couch to greet you. “Are you guys still coming?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, dude!” he exclaimed, clasping his fingers in yours and engaging you in a excited little dance as Leo and Raph walked into the room. “I can’t wait to go to my first pep-rally!”

“You’re only pep-rally.” the eldest brother said sternly. “(Y/N), you’re sure no one will see us?”

You’re ponytail bobbed back and forth dramatically with your head as you rolled your eyes. “Totally sure. It’s a black-out rally, so the only light in the whole stadium is gonna be coming from these.” you reassured, shaking the glowsticks around your wrists. “The lights will all be off until the match starts.”

“And then?” Raph asked suspiciously, typically cautious of your hair brained plans.

“Then, you guys are going to watch the game from the girls’ locker room! I had Donnie rig the live footage from this camera to a wireless monitor that you guys can watch us on!”

“That’s...actually a pretty solid plan?” the leader remarked, confused at your genius. You took personal offense to this.

“Hey, I have good ideas!” you whined, stomping your foot as they all took a laugh at your expense.

At last, Donatello walked out of the lab, a case of equipment hoisted on his back. Your eyes lit up as they laid on him and you scrambled over to him like an excited puppy. Almost immediately, his face began to heat at your attention, but it was gone before he could get used to it. Casey had beckoned you back to his side to carry your own bag as you all filed out of the lair.

Trekking through the sewers, you fell behind a bit, in order to speak to Donnie, at the back of the pack. “Thank you for helping me set this up. I’m so excited to get to perform for you guys.”

“No problem.” he replied, as cooly as possible. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.” He nervously grazed at your warm smile, before noticing your cocked brow. He choked and corrected himself. “Seeing you perform, I mean.” You simply giggled in response to his awkward aura before huffing and adjusting the strap on your bag. “Is that heavy?” he finally asked.

“Not really, well, kind of.” you answered, proceeding to list nearly everything in your duffle. “It’s just my sweats, my make up, hair curler and brush, deodorant,-”

“Do...you want me to carry it for you?” the question as so quiet you almost didn’t catch it, but luckily you did, and politely thanked him, but declined his offer.

“Oh, no, I’m fine, really! Besides, you’re carrying so much already, I should be the one helping you!” you gave a sympathetic smile that seemed to dazzle him, even in the darkness.

“I’m fine, I’m...strong?” he tried to joke, but fell flat when he realized he lacked a punchline. “C’mon, you’ve got a long walk and you’re gonna be cheering for like two hours at least, you should reserve your energy.”

You thought about it for a moment, figuring he had a point. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” he smiled as the straps of your bag slid down your shoulder. “Just hang it around my neck, my shell’s a little full.” Donnie was elated to hear that he’d made you laugh, and even more so to watch you hop up against him to do as he asked.

“Thanks, Don, you’re the sweetest!” With that, you skipped away to catch up to Mikey, and fishing some glowsticks out of Casey’s bag to hook around his wrists. The smartest turtle watched you through a daze as he intoxicated himself of the scent of your perfume, which your bag was coated in. Not only did he get to smell you, but he also had the privilege of seeing you walk away, dangerously short pleated skirt swishing with every move you made. He studied the way your bloomers sculpted your behind and legs, and the way your breasts would react to other forces, for example, squishing together when you lifted your arms in an effort to swipe the remaining glowsticks from Mikey.

“It's not polite to stare.” a gruff voice called snarkily from his left. “Or to sniff people’s gym bags.”

“I was not sniffing it.” Donnie snapped. “And I wasn’t staring, I’m just looking forward, watching where I’m going.”

“Riiight. Remind me, when did your line of sight get about two and a half feet lower?” Raph teased, slowing a bit so that he was directly beside his younger brother.

“Shut up.”

“That’s... not what you’d say.”

The taller turtle let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine whatever, I was staring, okay?”

“At her ass, I know.” the shorter one snickered.

“No!” The older brother gave the younger a knowing glare until he fessed up. “Oh, piss off, it’s human nature to be attracted to someone, it’s literally part of our evolutionary DNA.”

“Our DNA or her DNA?” Raph pressed. “Because, last I checked, you two don’t share any genes, let alone anything like that.” Donatello refused to answer him at that point, frustrated to be having this conversation, when he could be indulging in one of the rare times he’s gotten to see you in your uniform. “No, this is primal. Predator and prey.”

“It’s not like that, I just think she’s pretty is all.” He defended.

“Pretty clueless?”

“Raph!”

“I’m just saying!” the more aggressive turtle clarified. “Either that, or you’re a total simp, which, considering the data collected from your crush on April, is entirely possible.”

“First of all,” Donnie pinched his brow in annoyance. “Don’t use scientific words like you know what they mean, secondly, it’s completely natural to feel sexual attraction at our age, terrapin or otherwise.”

“Sure,” Raphael acknowledged. “I’m just saying you could be a little bit more respectful about it, that’s all.”

Donatello growled, having long since yearned to end this conversation. “I don’t know how much more respectful I can be, man. At least you have a girlfriend!” he whispered, elbowing his brother in the side.

“What does that got to do with it?” the ninja feigned offense, and most of all, ignorance. In truth, he knew exactly what Mona had to do with this. He had someone to have these feelings with, and more importantly, Mona was the first person Raph had had feelings for. He hadn’t had to endure the ache that his brother had. He was lucky enough to have a form of release, a blessing that his Donnie lacked.

“It has everything to do with it! You’ve got someone the love, to do things with, I don’t!” the terrapin hissed, rolling his shoulders as the strap of your bag had begun to irritate his neck. “All I want is to be able to have someone to myself, is that such a fucking crime, Raph? Is it illegal to want a pretty girl to fuck, huh? Is that wrong?”

Raph didn’t respond right away, which instantly alerted Donnie to the fact that he’d said far too much, far too loudly. Time seemed to sit still for a moment before the older brother shook his head. “I don’t think it’s wrong, but you might have a harder time convincing her.”

Just as he’d implied, when the younger panned his vision he saw you, staring back at him with while eyes and flushed cheeks. The others were eyeing you the same, but that didn’t matter to him, all that did was the look on your face, stuck somewhere between fear and flattery. As the moment finally began to pass, and you all began walking again, you specifically clung securely to Casey’s side, Donatello hung his head in shame, slowly trudging behind, your perfume soaked bag serving as a haunting reminder of what he can now never have.

“Damn...” he mutter. “I am really am just a little freak.”

#Donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt #TMNT 2012 #2012 donnie #perv!donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie x reader

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Beckett x reader - the depths of us

Part one:

Stealing a glance at Beckett, you huffed a little to yourself as you saw Castle flirting with her and angrily sipped your coffee.

“Still falling head over heels huh?” Ryan asked.

“Shut it golden boy, don’t say another word.”

“Seriously? Not even to give advice?” He asked.

You glared and he raised his hands, slowly sitting down in his chair and he looked at you.

“Seriously though, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’ll shoot you.”

“Okay! Okay!” He laughed.

You narrowed your eyes at him and went back to drinking your coffee.

“What we talking about?” Castle asked.

“(Y/N) has a little crush.” Esposito taunted.

“Oh! Oh! Tell me! Wait! No let me guess!”

“One more word out of any of you and I’ll put you all on your ass!” You hissed.

The three man backed away from you and Beckett smirked a little as she walked over.

“You three should know better than to taunt them by now, you know they’ll put you on your ass in an instant.”

You smirked a little at her and she smirked back as she walked away, and you turned you attention to the computer in hopes they wouldn’t notice.

“Seriously, not even a clue?” Castle asked.

You stood up.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He ran away and you sat back doing, kicking your feet up on your desk as you turned around to talk to the men still sat with you.

Soon a case came up, and it was going alright until you all realised you would two people to go undercover, pretend to have just moved into an apartment next door to your suspect for more information.

“I say Beckett and Castle.” You said.

“We can’t, he knows what Mr Castle looks like now.” Gates snapped.

“Sorry..” castle grinned sheepishly.

“Well he knows what Esposito and Ryan look like as well.” Beckett sighed.

Everybody turned to you and Beckett, while Beckett was narrowing her eyes at them, you were too busy looking at the board trying to pin things together.

“Us?” Beckett asked.

“Well, you’re the only two the suspect hasn’t seen.” Gates said.

Everybody looked at you to see that you had wondered back to your desk.

“(L/N)?” Gates asked.

“Huh? Yes sir?”

You walked back over to join the rest of them.

“You and Beckett will go undercover, spend a few days watching our suspect and see what you can find.”

“Oh, okay.”

Beckett nodded her head in agreement, and you all began the preparations so that the two of you could go in undetected with everything that you needed.

It took a day to sort everything, and you and Beckett stood inside the empty apartment surrounded by boxes.

“So, what’s the cover anyways? I wasn’t listening at all.”

“Seriously (Y/N)?”

You grinned a little at her.

“What can I say, it wasn’t interesting.”

She sighed, sitting down on a box, and you leant against the wall, crossing your arms as you looked at her.

“It’ll take about a week, possibly longer given what we’re dealing with, the plan is we’ll wait for Charlie to be in the hallway and bump into him, but we need to set everything up first. Most of it is done, the rest it just small things like computers and stuff.”

“Right okay, and our story? Surely he’s going to ask.”

“We’re in a relationship.”

Shocked washed over you, and you fell from where you were standing trying to straighten yourself up.

“What?”

“It’s not going to be a problem is it?”

“No, no.”

“Good, now it’s your turn to watch things.”

You quietly nodded your head and walked over to the desk, sitting yourself down to go through the footage you were gathering from outside the building the the hallway.

It wasn’t an interesting job, if anything it was beyond boring, but you had to do it.

You were sat there for a few hours, feet on the desk as you just watched the cameras.

Then you saw it, the movement and you got up, heading to the next room you grabbed a pillow and hit Beckett with it.

“What the hell?”

“Get up, he’s coming out.”

“Right.”

She jumped up, and you went back to the computers to watch what was going on.

Beckett came out, pulling her jacket on as she looked at the computer.

“There’s nothing there, you seriously woke me up for that?”

Grabbing your pen, you gestured to the bottom of the footage.

“Just watch.”

A few seconds later there was movement.

“Right, let’s go.”

You grabbed your hoodie and pulled it on, following to the door.

Beckett reached out and grabbed your hand and you pulled your hand away.

“Now I know I’m hot Beckett but please.”

“Just give me your damn hand, and call me Kate.”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit at her.

“Oh my god (Y/N).”

Beckett grabbed your hand again and she dragged you out of the apartment, and you laughed.

“Don’t be so stubborn, god.” She sighed.

You grinned a little, leaning against the wall next to her as she locked the door.

“Did you put it away?” She asked.

“Course I did I’m not stupid.”

“Whatever you say.”

You glared at her a little bit, and the apartment door next to yours opened, out stepped your suspect, Charlie.

He looked at you, and you offered him a small wave.

“I’m sorry if you heard us, sometimes my partner pisses me off.” Beckett said.

“Oh no that’s fine, I was a little worried maybe it was some aggressive couple or something.” Charlie chuckled.

Beckett laughed a little, turning to look at him.

You watched the way he looked her up and down, and you walked forward, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“I just like to piss Katie off, that’s all.” You said.

“Is it really a relationship if you don’t piss your partner off though?” Charlie asked.

“Yes.” Beckett snapped.

“No.” You smirked.

Snickering a little, you pat her arm and gestured down the hallway with your head.

“Will, it was nice to meet you…”

“Charlie.”

“Charlie, I’m Kate, this is my partner (Y/N).”

“I’ll see you two around.”

With that, he went inside and you both made your way down the hallway, your arm still around around shoulders.

“Did you leave the cameras rolling?” She asked.

“Switched the footage to a different laptop just in case.”

“Perfect, that’s good. Now, since you woke me up, you’re buying me food.”

“Woman do you think I’m made of money?”

You walked to the elevator and you pressed the button for the ground floor.

“I’ve seen the hoodies you buy, hell yeah I think you’re made of money.”

You rolled your eyes sun poked her forehead and you grinned a little as you looked at her.

She looked back and looked at your arm.

“Keep that arm on me any longer and you’ll loose it.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

You moved your arm and leant back against the wall.

“Also, Katie?”

“It’s funny.”

“Seriously?”

You just grinned at her again.

You went out, got some take out, as well as normal shopping to make it more believable and made your way back to the apartment.

Undercover was a slow operation, but thankfully you seemed to have gathered a lot of evidence.

After nearly a week being there, you had everything you needed, but Charlie had arranged a meeting at his apartment and you needed to stay for the take down.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to be seen?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, looking at the police vest on the table, and your shirt next to it.

“Well, if he is part of something bigger wouldn’t it make more sense for us not to been seen with the rest?”

Beckett furrowed her brows and turned around to look at you.

“They need us.”

“Right but what if we need to go undercover again? They’re going to know we’re all cops.”

“So, what’re you thinking?”

“Simple, don’t go out. We’ll stay in here, if need be have them arrested us as well or something. But it would make a lot more sense if we at least stayed hidden.”

Beckett glanced at her own vest and looked at her phone.

“Let me call Gates.”

You gave a small nod and wondered to the bedroom to go through the duffel bag with your clothes, pulling out a shirt.

Pulling your other shirt off you began to sort through some other things.

There was a knock on the door.

“Yeah.”

The door opened and Beckett walked in, looking at her phone.

“Gates thinks your idea is the best way to go, so we’re going to stay here for an extra couple of days until people come around, then we can go.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Also have you seen my black shirt?”

Beckett looked up and she froze in spot.

“I uh.. no..”

You shrugged a little, still digging through your things.

All Beckett could do was stare at your back and she slowly walked over, getting s better look at it.

There were a few tattoos, mainly old and faded writing, but what stood out were the large, wings.

There was a dragon going down your spine, and when she studied it carefully, she noticed something else.

The deep whelp scars that ran through your skin.

Raised scars that covered most of your back, along with what she could only assume was where you had been caught in a fire or something on your shoulder.

She slowly reached out and you spun around, grabbing her wrist and you slowly stood up.

“Don’t.”

You slowly pushed her away a step and she saw more tattoos, all shapes, colours, sizes. Some were so faded she couldn’t make them out in the crappy light, others she could.

A tiger, a snake, some sort of date, a sleeve with just trees, the moon rising over them, some sentences from maybe songs or something.

They never went above the neck or below the wrist, easily hidden away.

And again, more scars across your stomach.

“What the hell happened?” She whispered.

You grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head, pulling a random sweater over that.

“Beckett you can’t tell anyone.”

“(Y/N) you’re covered in scars!” She whispered.

“Promise me.” You said.

Beckett slowly nodded her head.

“Okay, i promise. But what happened?”

You shook your head, moving past her to head to the computer.

“When will the raid the apartment?”

Beckett watched you leave and she sighed, following you.

She wasn’t going to push the topic right now, but she wasn’t going to let it go either

#castle #castle x you #castle x reader #castle imagine #kate beckett #Kate Beckett x reader #Kate Beckett x you #Kate Beckett imagine

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twocrabcake · 8 months

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alright here’s the deal

i’m gonna make a percentage of how many trap victims/related persons survive

wish me luck this is gonna be tedious 🫡

it’s been an hour or two since i wrote that lol i got busy

idk i’m starting when its like 12am????

survived: iiiiiiiiii

not: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special (survived): iiiiiii

special (not): iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

special is either 1 the game was rigged or 2 they beat the game but died some other related way (ex: adam) 3 or if it was up to somebody else to save you as part of their game (ex: eric matthews, like a lot of them actually)

special good is when it was rigged/something was against them or different but they still beat it. hold on hold up i’m looking for an example rn. ok the secretary lady deborah or something she was in a trap out of her control but she survived.

(timing these for some reason) 1:12 am

dude idk where to put matthews bc his first game was a fluke and he survived but he was also like saved? idk man i’ll think about it (i put him in special died OH GOD NO LOOK AT NOTES)

i can’t put my headcanons/theory’s in here okay cowabummer dude (i have to put adam in dead i’m sorry ok)

1:20 (^im realizing now a shit ton of these fall into the special category whoopsies maybe i got too specific)

1:28 aw dude the fatal 5 are gonna suckkkk bc they’re all working together and linked and connected and shit fhhhghh

1:33 okay dude the steam lady is difficult bc the first half was a special but the last wasn’t. fuck it im just gonna say she could have survived the burns herself

1:40 can’t decide if the first and rebooted games from jigsaw should be put in together or if they should be separate. i just finished i smoked an entire bowl and i am trying my best here ok

1:50 the train guys is rigged they don’t explicitly say it but there’s no way

1:58 alright. fucking finally. that experience was just a downward spiral haha get it bc i hate that movie. also hate jigsaw the movie jigsaw. this was very unpleasant once i’m done with this shit i’m gonna fall asleep to saw 5 or smthn.

2:02 i have to use a counter online bc i’m too tired to count all those little i bitches

2:06 the fruits of my labor. my creation. behold

Pie chart

there we fucking go. a ratio. OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING SEPARATED THE 2 DEADS IM GONNA KILL. YOU. YOU WILL BE BOILED.

oh thank god

ok so there it is. the ratio of victims that survived and victims who’ve perished in jigsaws traps. you don’t know how much footage i’ve skimmed through. 1 like=1 ass kicking for to me because what was i thinking

me laying down in bed after this ↓

WAIT NO I FORGOT TO INCLUDE FUCKING ERIC MATTHEWS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

2:18 ok here it is. the real true official one.

sorry for all that. thank you for accompanying me on this task. i did not have fun. except when i was watching 1-3d but then after that it sucked. 1-3d even took up almost all of the view time but the last bits were so unpleasant it threw that all out the window. gonna go watch one of the original saw movies. you can tell saw x will be good bc it has saw in the name. the title. oh my god oh god i’m realizing i forgot people. i think i forgot bobby. what the hell man screw this i’m going to sleep. i’ll deal with it when i wake up and wonder what the fuck i was on last night. thank you for joining me on this journey of a mental breakdown everybody. a mental spiral, even, if you will. i’m imagining cheesy ending scene music like the character/actor is thanking the audience. signing, logging off at 2:34 am. goodnight everyone.

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Leave it by Degrees #5

The unhinged love story loosely based on Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost that I can't get out of my head.

Synopsis: "Have we ever met?"

AO3 post from here!

Previous Chapter from Here!

So, so, odd. He thought to himself as he seated himself in the corner. After spending five hours staring into the white canvas, he had dragged himself into the bar. With Anthony’s oath in the head, he sipped on sparkling water as he took out the sketchbook on the table. It was getting late, at 11:00 in the night, and the bar was mostly elderly couples enjoying a nighttime drink, everyone dressed in tropical-colored shirts and dresses. Benedict smiled softly seeing an elderly couple slowly dancing to John Mayer's Gravity. It was a jazz version cover of the song, the piano softly following the melancholic tune. Benedict's hands worked expertly, sketching the old couple, but just in the corner of his eye, Benedict saw an odd figure, a woman wearing a navy suit, contemplating with a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. Her soft brown curls cast over her eyes, she looked more like a tired corporate official, not a young woman on holiday. Everything about her was out of place, the suit, the whiskey, the cigarette, everything looked so off-putting. Yet, he could not take her eyes off her, his hands unconsciously working on the paper, trying to capture her in his sketchbook. First, her back, then her hands…

But just as Benedict raised his eyes to observe her again, he noticed that she was no longer alone, a man sliding into her side. The bulky guy in a purple open-collar shirt seemed to be flirting with her, yet the girl didn’t seem interested, not dropping the cigarette or the glass from her fingers. Way out of his league. Benedict thought quietly to himself, catching her green almond eyes and long eyelashes under her fringes. He continued to sketch away, keeping a distance from the two, but he knew he had to intervene when he saw the man chip something into her glass. He quickly stumbled himself from the chair, but he couldn’t quite stop the girl from taking another sip.

“Hey, stop right there, mate.”

“Bridgerton!”

“...Cavender?”

Damn, he cursed under his breath. Phillip Cavender. He had been a schoolmate from Eaton, notorious for his wild parties outside the campus, and he was quite ashamed to have attended some of his parties. The brat put his arms around his neck, almost as if nothing had happened.

“It’s been ages, lad! How have you been? Heard you became an artist…”

“What did you put in her drink?”

“…Nothing.”

“And suddenly she’s dozing off?”

Her shoulders hunched into a curve, the girl was slowly nodding off, Benedict quickly took the cigarette from her hand, disposing of it on the ashtray.

“Come on, Bridgerton,” Cavender gave him a nasty grin, lowering his voice in a hushed tone, eyeing the girl now snoring softly in her arms, “She’s pretty enough. How about we have some fun, you and I?”

“I don’t consider rape an entertainment, Cavender,” Benedict said coolly, removing his arm around his shoulder, he quickly eyed the Bartender, explaining to her the situation. “There’s a CV right there, there should be footage.”

Cavender was swiftly escorted from the bar, (“Don’t ever expect an invitation to my parties!” Cavender cursed but Benedict only rolled his eyes,) He gently tapped the girl on the shoulder, wanting to wake her up but he began to realize the effect of the drug that she had choked down.

“Ms? Are you all right?”

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

“Let me take you to your room. Which room are you…”

“Five minutes, please? I just need to sleep a bit more…”

“Apparently some scumbag had given you some kind of medication…”

“Hi.”

Benedict jerked, seeing the girl suddenly pop up her head from her arms, staring at him with her evergreen eyes.

“Hi?”

“...Benedict Bridgerton?”

“You know me?”

“How would I not know you?”

She broke out in a lazy grin, a childish smile that was so different from the women he had seen smoking and drinking a few minutes ago, and he somehow knew that that was the smile he wanted to see on her face. Her almond eyes, her light, singalong voice, it was so familiar, but he just couldn’t put a finger to it.

“You’re much more attractive than I saw you in the pictures.”

“I would very much like to know the name to whom I’m receiving such compliments.”

“Five minutes.” she purred, nuzzling her head onto the counter. “Let me sleep for five minutes and I’ll tell you my name.”

And for the next hour, Benedict decided to stay by her side, as she snored happily on the bar stools. To protect her, he justified himself, but he took the chance to sketch her, just catching the delicate eyelashes and her beautifully shaped eyebrows. But as the clock struck midnight, he knew that they had to start leaving soon.

“Ms, can you tell me your room number?” Benedict tried again, but his attempts were quite useless. Just when Benedict was about to call the staff, he was suddenly caught by the wrist, her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“Don’t leave me here.”

“Pardon?”

“Take me to your room.”

“What?”

“...Take me to your room?”

“Aren’t we moving too fast?”

“I rather think it’s an appropriate pace.”

“But, we’ve just met.”

“Do you honestly care?”

“Well…” he gulped. “Perhaps not.”

“…I need you right now.” Her burning eyes met his, and Benedict hitched his breath. Her voice was dripping with sweetness, a breathless whisper. “I need you right now, right here.”

Millions of thoughts went through his head in three seconds. His first instinct was to kiss her hard and take her down right there, but god they were in a public place. Taking advantage of the intoxicated was out of the question, but the almond eyes and rosy cheeks, well developed in the places…she was the sort of girl he would like to bed with. And he was given a chance right now.

He took a deep breath. Think Rationally, Benedict.

“I’ll take you to my room.”

“How are you going to take me?” She smiled cheekily, and Benedict almost laughed out loud, knowing that the drugs were working too effectively on her.

“I’m going to take you to bed, and tuck you in.” Benedict gently put his arms behind her knees and her neck, gently carrying her in his arms. She was fearfully light, almost like a feather..

“You’re not coming with me?”

“I’d love to,” Benedict chuckled softly, as he walked out of the bar, feeling the night air. “But I don’t think you can handle me tonight.”

“Why so? I’m perfectly capable.” She tutted, pouting her lips slightly.

“I’m sure you are.” Benedict laughed, “But I like to start with introductions.”

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“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BROKE THE OATH! IT’S ONLY BEEN A WEEK BENEDICT!”

Sophie woke up to the sound of an angry roar. Instant panic rose inside her, seeing that she was not on her bed, not her Villa, and the voices she heard over the door were not of Posy nor Kate. Although she was relieved that she was still in her navy suit, she quickly stripped herself away from the sheets. Taking a deep breath, she slowly cracked open the door, and her stomach flipped seeing Benedict Bridgerton and Anthony Bridgerton screaming at each other, the elder dressed in running gear and the younger just in a pair of gray sweatpants. Completely bare on the top. She suddenly felt heated, Sophie quickly averted her gaze, seeing his muscular arms strangling his brother's neck.

“BROTHER I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT”

“TRYING TO TELL ME WHY THERE IS A GIRL IN THE BED? BENEDICT YOU ARE A COMPLETE MORON…”

“Um, good morning?”

The two brothers quickly broke off, Anthony giving an angry huff and sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed, while Benedict gave her a charming smile, his eyes twinkling with glee. Sophie’s heart skipped a beat. Keep it together, Sophia.

“Hi.”

The girl looked radiant as ever. Without a drink or a cigarette in her hand, she was almost angelic, little and petite, her brown curls flying everywhere. Her blond curls almost looked blond in the morning light, and he quickly moved to her side, leaning against the side of the door.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Um, yes.”

“Benedict, Benedict Bridgerton. Nice to meet you.” Taking his hand out, he shook her hand, again feeling a peculiar feeling of familiarity.

“Sophia. Sophie. Sophie Beckett.”

She did feel a rush of relief; knowing that he had not noticed her. She had expected that part, but she still couldn’t understand why she was in his Villa. Did I sleep with him again? Sophie could feel herself becoming smaller and smaller as Benedict gave her a knowing grin, a teasing spark in his ocean-blue eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN NO EACH OTHER NAMES? THIS IS THE EXACT BEHAVIOR I WAS TALKING ABOUT…”

“Brother, Ms. Beckett was drugged in the bar by Phillip Cavender, and was almost sexually assaulted by that very man.”

“Oh.”

“I happened to stop him just before she was taken into his room, and I was going to take her back to her room, but she was too befuddled to talk, so I took her here. For her safely.”

“I see.” Sophie could almost see Anthony’s broad body shrinking into a pebble. “I hope you are all right, Ms. Beckett.”

“I’m all right.” Sophie softly nodded, “I owe much thanks to your brother. Please do not blame him. I can promise that he has kept his celibacy, He broke your oath only to save me…”

“How do you know about Mr. Bridgertons Oath?”

The three jumped at the sharp voice behind them, but it was only Hugh Woodson at the door, with a laptop in his arms. “I, I’m sorry to interrupt your conversion, Mr. Bridgerton. I was waiting in the lobby for the morning briefing..”

“No worries, Woodson.” Anthony gave a soft nod to Woodson, but the gaze he returned to Sophie was quite sharp. “Ms. Beckett, might I ask how you knew of My brother’s celibacy?”

“There was a post in the Lady Whistledown…”

The two brothers groaned. “How does she know about everything?” Benedict rolled his eyes, sinking into the white sofa. “I’ve told nobody about this anyone except you and Colin!”

“Must have been caught in the bar.” Anthony sighed, taking off his running shoes, “That woman has ears on every wall of London.”

“But you also knew my name, last night.” Benedict’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a look of confusion on his face. “I understand you would know my brother, but how did you recognize me?”

Here we go. Sophie softly ran her hands in her hair and soothed out the scratches in her navy suit with her hands. Finding her bag on the floor, she took her card, handing it over to Benedict with two hands.

“Mr. Bridgerton. I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m from the Gunningworth Foundation…”

As Benedict's mouth hung open in shock, Anthony tried to hide his smirk. Yes, he was angry that his brother had tried to break the oath, it was amusing to see it backfire on him splendidly. Running away from the contact, only to catch the contractor in his arms. Ironic.

“I’m here to negotiate the deal, on behalf of Araminta Gunningworth….”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Benedict jumped up from the sofa, tripping at least three feet away from Sophie. “I’ve already said no!”

“Yes, but I believe we can reach an agreement...”

“I’m not interested in your offer.”

“But Mr. Bridgerton…”

“Ms. Beckett.” Woodson’s voice was rather quiet, but Sophie noticed his dangerous tone. “This is a private space, Ms. Beckett. Do you not understand that you are invading their privacy?”

“I’m aware of that, Mr. Woodson.”

“May I show you the way out?”

In complete silence, Sophie followed Woodson’s lead, taking her bag and her jacket in her hands. At the last moment, she stopped, turning her head and looking straight into Benedict’s eyes. Benedict suddenly stopped breathing, her moss green gaze somehow grasping his throat from three feet away.

“May I invite you to dinner at Out of the Blue tonight, Mr. Bridgeton?”

“A dinner?”

“Yes.” Sophie quietly continued. “To show my gratitude. It was a very heroic thing you did last night.”

Benedict could only grunt.

“It would be lovely if I could have an opportunity to show my thanks. This is not about the foundation or the deal.”

“So, you are personally asking me to go to dinner with you?”

“Yes.”

“All right then.”

Anthony could hear Woodson growl in the back of his throat, he quickly put one hand on his shoulder. Woodson was incredibly protective of the two, he was almost about to bite Sophie Beckett in the arms. “Would it be trouble if I joined you, Ms. Beckett? And also Woodson?”

“I see no problem Mr. Bridgerton. Would 19:00 be convenient for you?”

The three nodded in agreement, and Sophie slightly curled her lips in satisfaction. Bring him on the table, and the job is half done.

As Sophie quietly left the room, Woodson’s deep sigh filled the room.

“You could have rejected her offer, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Well, yes, but.”

“I thought it peculiar as well, dear brother,” Anthony chipped in, opening up a newspaper on the table, “She’s not exactly your type is she? Normally you would go for slightly older…”

“Oi!”

Anthony chuckled seeing his brother turn slightly red.

“Did you invite yourself to the table so I won’t fall into her honey trap?”

“I invited myself to make sure you won’t break the oath.”

“Very compassionate, brother.”

“Well, thank me later, dear Brother.”

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“Walk of shame, walk of shame.” As Sophie sneaked back into her Villa, she was welcomed by Kate, grinning ear to ear in her Adidas running shorts and shoes. “I knew you were going to get shagged.”

“I’m sorry to betray your expectations, but I haven’t had a single kiss,”

“Then why are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?”

“Apparently I was drugged in the bar and passed out.”

“WHAT?” The color drained from Kate, “Sophie, are you all right?”

“I’m all right. A guy happened to catch the scene of the crime, and he called the staff just in time.”

Kate’s eyes were cast down, her right hand rubbing the other arm.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have left you in the bar last night…”

“No, don’t apologize. I was the one who was being careless.”

“Oh, Sophs,” Kate took Sophie in her arms, embracing her in a hug. “I’m so sorry you had to experience this,”

“Katie,”

“Mmm?”

“Do you know who came to help me?”

“Who?”

“...Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

As Kate’s mouth hung open in shock and surprise, Sophie told her the whole story, including the dinner she had planned. She was hoping Kate would attend the dinner as well, to make the meeting more casual, and Kate happily had agreed to go with her.

“Want to go to the spa with me this morning? I booked a session at 9:30.”

“I’d love to, but I just want to review my material for tonight.”

“All right then.” Kate gave a long stretch, “Break a leg, Sophs.”

“I’m going to,” Sophie grinned back, “By the way, how was the morning run?”

“Oh, it was absolutely beautiful. The gardens? Magnificent. But you won’t believe the man I met on the course, he was absolutely aggravating, Sophs…”

#benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #benophie #sophie beckett #an offer from a gentleman #benedict x sophie #benophie fics #bridgerton fanfiction #modern au

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the-red-thread-that-strangles · 3 months

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Some more bonus thoughts for the sweater weather AU, Akai family edition™ (somewhat disjointed because I've been busy)

The Akai siblings all have one of the OG cream sweaters, it's a matching set (this is conjecture, but the Akais seem like an old family line to me, and so they have a family crest, which is sneakily integrated into the knitting pattern - this makes the sweaters distinguishable to those in the know). The sweater thing was all brought on by Mary deliberately misunderstanding Shukichi's polite nudges about her being cold to her children.

This fact makes Amuro's meeting with Masumi even more awkward than in canon! :) Because she's sure she's seen this guy before, and he's wearing the family sweater, which leaves two main possibilities: either a) Amuro killed Akai and took his sweater or b) Amuro was Akai's friend/lover and was either gifted the sweater or inherited it after Akai's death (because she knows Shukichi and herself still have theirs). The whiskey trio seemed friendly when she met them, but her big brother was an agent and possibly undercover, so it's a toss-up and she's gonna be real suspicious of Rei going forward. Throughout this whole exchange Rei is hugging the sweater to himself as if it could protect him from this feral teen. It's not helping :)

Sweater exchanges become significantly more difficult due to Masumi's stalking ["Do something, FBI dog. She can't keep following me, eventually she'll get wrapped up in something she can't handle. And she's annoying. Also, tell her to get a different hat, fedoras are so cliché." - "Furuya-kun, she believes I'm dead." - "Well, maybe you should fix that, actually." (Rei has strong opinions on not telling people you faked your death, he's still miffed about Scotch)]. As a side effect, this also drags Okiya's already shaky credibility as his own definitely real person in the mud, and Mary ends up figuring her son out.

We all remember that scene at the end of the Scarlet Bullet movie where Mary waits in Okiya's car with a gun and threatens him, right? Well, that happens, but it's "I don't blame you for not telling us you faked your death. But you really could've called and told me about your partner." To which Akai is like "??? - Mother, my ex has been dead for half a year now, and we hadn't been dating for three years before that?" Mary is tempted to just shoot her stupid son, she's seen the security footage of the blonde guy coming over and staying for hours on a semi-regular basis. Masumi has told her how long they've known each other. She's seen them fight.

(Though for what it's worth, Akai's telling the truth - he might be teasing Furuya but the agent is, at this point, barely tolerating to have a couple of drinks with Shuichi after a particularly bad day. Since becoming Okiya he's been bored a lot, so he's mostly humoring Furuya and enjoying company where he doesn't have to hide his true self. He figures Furuya might need the same).

Nobody bothered to ask Shukichi, who knew the whole time Akai was still around, whoops (when they eventually decide to tell him, he pretends to be pleasantly surprised). He meets Amuro in his favourite sweater, smiles cheerfully, comments on the need for such cosy clothing (to which Amuro agrees pleasantly), and files the information away for later use with a sly glint in his eyes.

Sweater weather AU masterpost

#honestly since the brothers are talking it's possible akai told his little brother to not also needle rei on the sweater if he wears it #also surprising probably absolutely no-one considering furuya started at absolute zero. this is secretly a slow-burn romance #everybody else knows before they know #akam #sweater weather AU #rei does wear other sweaters too. but that first one is tinged with warmth and new beginnings #and we all know how weak Rei is to nostalgia #urgh #he deserves so much happiness

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seaside-writings · 7 months

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Happy Halloween, all you wonderfully, wicked people!

I have always loved found-footage horror movies; something about feeling like you’re with the characters is honestly one of the creepiest things about them.

So here's a prompt list created from one my favorite horror movies "The Blair Witch Project".

I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 🧡🎃🖤🕸💜🔮

“I’m scared to close my eyes, I’m scared to open them, we’re gonna die out here,”

“I could help you, but I’d rather stand here and record,”

“I heard two noises coming from two separate areas of space over there. One of them could have been an owl, but the other one sounded like a cackling,”

“ I insisted we weren’t lost. I insisted we keep going. I insisted that we walk south,”

“What bugs me out is that we’re so damn deep in the woods, and people are gonna try and come out here and mess with us, then they gotta have something wrong with them, and I’m not gonna play with that,” “ But how do we know it was people?” “Well, even if it wasn’t, I’m not gonna play with that either!”

“Give me the compass. You’ve betrayed us all beyond. Way fucking beyond,” “Bullshit. You betrayed us when you couldn’t get us out of the woods last night,” “Yeah, thanks,”

“I hate crossing streams on logs. If I never cross another stream on a log for the rest of my life, I will die a happy girl!”

“You’re lost, you’re angry in the woods, and no one is here to help you. There’s a witch, and she keeps leaving shit outside your door. There’s no one here to help you! She left little trinkets, you took one of them, she ran after us. There’s no one here to help you! We walked for 15 hours today, we ended up in the same place! There’s no one here to help you, that’s your motivation! That’s your motivation!”

“I found some cigarettes. I found them all the way in the bottom of my pack. We’re still alive ‘cause we’re smoking,”

“I want to avoid being cheesy, here. I want to avoid any cheese,”

“We’ve exhausted all of our natural resources!”

“I don’t believe in witches and airy-fairy stuff like that,”

“It’s not the same on film, is it? I mean, you know it’s real, but it’s like looking through the lens gives you some sort of protection from what’s on the other side,”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!”

“What are some of your favorite things to do?” “Well, on Sundays, I used to like to go hiking, but now…”

“I see why you like this video camera so much,” “You do?” “It’s not quite reality. It’s like a totally filtered reality. It’s like you can pretend everything’s not quite the way it is,”

“Ok I’m not allowed to smoke, but he’s allowed to fart as much as he wants?” “I didn’t give him any fart allowance,”

“How’s east?” “East? “Yeah, we’ve been going south all this time. How’s east? “Wicked Witch of the West, Wicked Witch of the East. Which one was bad? “Wicked Witch of the West was the bad one,” “Then we should go east,”

“ I am so sorry! Because it was my fault. I was the one who brought them here,”

“Mmmm. Marshmallows. Soft,”

“We have enough battery power to run a small third-world country,”

“You gonna write us a happy ending?”

“Flames are licking you like the devil,”

“Woke up this morning, just like two seconds ago, and there are piles of rocks outside of our tent. There are three, actually,” “Are you seriously fucking positive those weren’t there when we set up camp last night?” “I am seriously fucking positive these were not here. How would we’ve, like, just made a campsite in between three piles of rocks, just by coincidence?”

“Screw that, you think you guys are heroes for killing innocent people?”

“Are you eating a dead leaf?” “Yes,”

“Let’s not call him “the Captain,” you illiterate TV people. It’s “the Skipper,”

“They’re people fucking with our heads,” “But no one knows we’re out here,” “Yeah, but have you ever seen 'Deliverance’?”

“What’s with that slime on your backpack?” “That’s not slime, it’s just water. No wait, it is slime, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, it was like a serious cackling,” “See, my problem is that I sleep like a fucking rock,” “If I heard a cackling, I would have shit in my pants!”

“Whatever it is, it knows that he is gone,” “If that was him, he would’ve said where he was,” “Whoever it was sounded like him,”

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hollandorks · 2 years

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domesticity--motn oneshot

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

a/n: time for another motn oneshot! This is set after chapter 31 but before the epilogue. It’s also set after the “partners” oneshot (but you don’t need to read that to understand this one!) This is just pure, unadulterated fluff. Get your toothbrushes ready, it’s going to give you cavities.

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The song I listened to when writing this chapter is The Lament of Eustace Scrubb by The Oh Hellos (mostly for the overall vibes!)

Series Masterlist

word count: 3300

It was the middle of the night in early December.

Y/n was wide awake, curled in front of a roaring fire in the living room with a new book, waiting for Bruce to get home from his nightly patrol.

It was still early, not quite two AM, still hours from Bruce being back. Even with the freezing rain outside, he still patrolled every night. He was adamant that winter was worse–longer nights made for more crime while the cold and snow made for more desperate people, hoping not to starve or freeze.

Y/n was working on her own way to help–her budding restaurant, still as yet unnamed, a way to pay it forward and have a small homeless shelter all at once. She was going to feed, clothe, and house people as much as she could. In fact, she had just found the perfect building–two buildings next to each other, actually–in the heart of Gotham. She couldn’t wait for Bruce to get home so she could show him the listing. The place was a bargain, actually, long abandoned and rotting. But the less they spent on purchasing it, the more they could spend making it perfect.

There was a loud clang from the general vicinity of the basement.

Y/n frowned. It was too early for Bruce to be back yet.

Unless something had happened.

She tried not to panic as she set her book aside and hurried in the direction of their bedroom.

She ran smack into Bruce, who was stepping into the hallway from downstairs. The cowl was off, the tips of his hair wet and turning to ice, drops of ice covering the armor he was still wearing.

She immediately looked him over head to toe, worried he would be bleeding out.

“Bruce?” she asked carefully. He usually stayed out until at least four, but sometimes six or seven if it was a busy night. Two AM was too early. Much too early.

A shudder went through him at his name. His eyes met hers but they were distant. Cold. He was still in Batman mode. But usually he didn’t come upstairs in the armor.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, hands already on him, fingers searching the places between armor plates for blood or bullet holes.

He shook his head. “Not–not bad,” he amended after a second. “Might have cracked a rib.”

“Not bad?” she said. “A cracked rib is not great.” She would know. Her ribs had been broken at the gala, and she was just now getting to where it didn’t hurt to stretch in certain ways. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He was covered in ice, melting quickly now, and mud. She wanted to ask what happened, but knew he needed time to switch back into Bruce. He’d gently explained it to her, a couple of weeks after their first date, that he wanted to share things with her but that he needed a little time when he first got back. He said it was like shedding a skin every night. He took off the armor and wrote out his thoughts while reviewing the footage from the night. He needed to process everything, to let himself think, to let Bruce Wayne resurface slowly.

Bruce let her lead him into their bathroom. She gently helped him remove the armor, promising in a murmur to clean it later, while she let the bathtub fill with hot water.

There was something almost haunted in his expression. Something bad had definitely happened. She swallowed hard. Her heart broke for him.

She slipped his shirt over his head. There was a chill coming off of his skin, icy water dripping from his hair into his eyes and over his bare shoulders.

His left side was already turning purple. “We should have someone look at this,” she said softly. She went to unbutton his pants but he caught her wrists in his freezing fingers.

She stared up at him, at that terrible look in his eyes. She grabbed his wrists in turn so they were holding on to each other. “What do you need?” she asked.

“Just–stay,” he whispered. His eyes closed and he lowered his head until their foreheads touched. “Just stay with me.” His voice was broken. He was hurting.

“Always.” She lifted one of his hands and kissed the bruised knuckles. “You’re freezing.”

He shivered as if her words made him finally realize it. He quickly shucked off his pants and got into the tub, shuddering heavily at the hot water.

“Too hot?” she asked as she knelt beside him. He closed his eyes and shook his head. She pushed her sleeves up and lightly touched his shoulder, just to reassure him that she was there, that she was with him.

Y/n reached over and shut off the water, dousing the room in sudden silence. She went to the shower, got his shampoo and a bar of soap, as well as a washcloth.

She quietly shampooed Bruce’s hair, letting him dunk and rinse it while she started gently washing the grime from his skin. He hummed softly as she wiped the cloth over his shoulders and down his back. She took one arm and then the other, then worked her way down his chest and stomach. She dunked her arms into the hot water and scrubbed down his legs next, careful not to accidentally pull the hairs that covered them. The edges of her sleeves dampened.

Satisfied that at least most of the grime was off of him, she grabbed one of their shared makeup wipes and started removing the black makeup, heavily smudged down his cheeks from his dripping hair. The water sloshed as Bruce leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. His eyes were still closed. She held his jaw still with one hand and the wipe in the other.

“He killed a kid,” Bruce suddenly said. The movement of his lips ghosted against her wrist. Under the water, his hands tightened into fists. She’d stopped wiping at his face when he’d spoken, but quickly resumed so he would keep talking. “He broke in and the kid tried to stop him. Made enough noise that the neighbors called the cops. I got there first.”

Done with removing the makeup, she switched to a facial cleanser and used a clean cloth to wash his face.

Eyes still closed, Bruce said, “He shot the kid when he saw me. He tried to run, made it into the backyard, out in the suburbs, but–”

But Bruce had caught him.

“I almost didn’t stop,” Bruce whispered. His breath gasped from between his lips. Y/n was done with his face and gripped it with both hands. “I almost didn’t–”

“It’s okay,” she said firmly. “You did. You got the guy. And he’s going to go to jail forever for what he did.”

Bruce’s eyes opened and latched onto hers. He was still breathing heavily, blue eyes even bluer in the light of the bathroom. Her breath hitched a little. “I was too late,” he whispered, broken, hurting, ashamed.

Y/n pressed a kiss to his damp forehead, brushing the wet strands of his hair back. He leaned into her touch, watching her from beneath his long, dark lashes. “But you got him, and he’s going to be punished. You can’t blame yourself, Bruce. You did as much as you could.”

“But I–”

“What? You could have gotten there sooner? Sure. But he probably would have killed the kid either way. Or maybe he wouldn’t have killed that kid, but he would have had enough time to run. And then he would have killed someone else later. I know–I know it sucks. I’m sorry he was killed, really. But you’re doing enough. You’re enough.” She kissed him lightly. “You’re doing the best you can, and that’s enough. Gotham is better because of it.”

Bruce’s eyes closed. She released him and watched as he relaxed, little by little.

“What do you need?” she asked again. “Food? Sleep?”

Bruce opened his eyes a little to look at her. She studied the long column of his throat as he swallowed. “I want–pizza.” He gave her a sheepish grin, cheeks turning slightly pink. “I just–I haven’t had pizza in a long time and–”

She smiled. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’ll make it happen. How about I order while you get dressed, or you can relax here for a bit. Then we can watch that new documentary I told you about.”

Bruce hummed again. “That’d be nice,” he murmured. She kissed him one more time and climbed to her feet.

She wasn’t confident that a pizza place would be open so late, even in a city as big as Gotham, but she was going to make it happen. Bruce never asked for things for himself, and if he wanted a pizza, she was getting him a damn pizza.

A quick search on her phone revealed only one place that was still open, and they were set to close at three. It was 2:45. With a small curse, she called the number. They didn’t pick up, so she called again.

When they answered, she made her case, and offered a hundred dollar tip if they would deliver it despite closing soon. The person on the phone asked the delivery driver in a skeptical voice if they were willing to risk it, not caring that she was still on the other line listening.

“What’s the address?” he asked with a sigh.

She gave the mailing address for Wayne Manor.

The guy was suddenly angry. “I–that’s Wayne Manor. Is this a prank?”

She bit back a retort and instead only said, “Yes, it’s Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne wants a pizza. I’m telling you, I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you can get here. Please.”

There was another hushed conversation before they finally agreed to do the order, promising to have it there within half an hour.

Y/n hung up with a triumphant smile. Pizza acquired. Now she was going to stoke the fire in the living room, queue up the documentary, and hunt down every appropriate movie snack she could come up with in the house along with as many warm blankets as she could find.

As she gathered up some throw blankets–ones she’d bought on sale as soon as the weather turned freezing a few weeks before, because Bruce didn’t really have much in the way of comfortable blankets–she called down to the guards at the gate to let them know there was a pizza delivery coming.

Bruce found her in the kitchen scrounging up snacks and drinks. He was wearing his favorite pair of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was so faded she couldn’t tell if it had always been plain or if it had once said “Nirvana” or something.

“Alcohol, soda, juice, or water with your pizza?” she asked. She preferred soda when having pizza, and realized that she didn’t know Bruce’s preference. As had happened often these past few weeks, a little thrill shot through her at getting to learn something so simple but strangely intimate about him. No one else knew what Bruce Wayne liked to drink with his pizza.

Bruce shrugged. “You pick.”

Soda it was. Caffeine didn’t matter for someone who was nocturnal anyways.

“I didn’t realize what time it was–how’d you find somewhere still open?” he asked, helping her carry the drinks and plates into the living room where the fire was crackling cheerily.

“Oh you know, just casually dropped Bruce Wayne’s name and threw in a bribe.” She grinned as he blinked.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking,” he said with a frown.

“For once, I’m actually not.”

Bruce breathed a laugh. “Well, at least I’m good for something.”

She moved around the couch and wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You’re good for a lot of things.”

Their lips met halfway. She leaned into the solid warmth of him, his lips chapped but gentle against hers. She still couldn’t get over that this was her life. She felt a little bit like Cinderella after all.

Bruce’s phone vibrated with an alert from the gate. The pizza was here and being escorted up the driveway.

“Have you ever ordered takeout here?” she asked as she gently pushed him down onto the couch. “Because the guards definitely seemed surprised.”

Bruce sank into the cushions. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Um. No. Usually I send Alfred for stuff so no one bothers us.”

Her response was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Is–that my wallet?” Bruce asked when she pulled it out.

She winked and half-skipped to answer the door.

“Hi,” she said to the pizza delivery guy who wasn’t trying to hide his shock. He craned his neck around her, obviously trying to get a glimpse of Bruce Wayne in his own home. Behind him, the security guard was bundled up on his golf cart, obviously annoyed at having to be out of the warm guardhouse. “Here’s the money for the pizza,” she said as she handed over the cash. Freezing air poured in through the open door. The air smelled crisp and clean, promising snow. “And the promised tip.”

The guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

“I–Wow, thank you, wow. I thought for sure this was going to be a prank or something, wow. Have a good night!” The guy gave her a huge grin but made no move to leave. He was waiting to see if he could still catch Bruce.

“You too!” she said as she closed the door in his face.

She brought the two steaming pizzas back to Bruce, who perked up when he saw them.

“I got two larges with each half something different. I have no idea what you like.” She bit her lip. “Probably should have asked before I ordered, huh?”

He tugged her wrist so she would sit beside him. “Perfect,” he said, kissing her temple, before eagerly grabbing the boxes. She watched as he chose a slice of all four kinds of pizza and dug in.

“How long has it been since you’ve had pizza?” she asked with a raised eyebrow as she got a couple of slices of her favorite. Bruce was eating with the enthusiasm of a preteen boy at a sleepover who could have as many slices as he wanted without being told to stop.

“Um,” he said, mouth so full she had to laugh. He chewed and swallowed. His cheeks were pink again. “Before Batman, I think?”

“Wow. That’s…you haven’t had pizza in like two years?” Her mouth dropped open of its own accord. “Isn’t that…a sin or something?”

Bruce huffed a laugh. “Well now that I’m having it, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

She bumped his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about Gotham’s best pizza places.”

They ate in companionable silence as the documentary played on the screen. After a little while, Bruce propped his feet on the coffee table and pulled a blanket over himself. She snuggled into his side and tucked her knees up.

His cold fingers laced with hers. He smiled at her, all soft angles in the low light of the screen and the fire, and lifted his arm so she could snuggle closer.

Outside, snow began to fall, the first of the season.

Y/n gasped and sat straight up as her eyes fell on the window.

Bruce sat up too, instantly on alert, eyes darting around for any hidden threats.

“Snow!” she said, pointing excitedly towards the window.

He made a face.

“I’m going outside,” she said, scrambling up from the couch and making a beeline for their room. She pulled on snow boots, a hat, and a couple of extra layers.

“It’s freezing,” Bruce said from right behind her. He was frowning deeply. “It’s just snow.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen it snow here. I’ve always been stuck in the city where it turns brown as soon as it touches the ground. Here though–” She sighed wistfully as she began lacing up her boots.

Bruce sighed, a much more resigned sigh than hers had been, and started bundling up. He pulled a knit hat over his dark hair and she had to stop to smile at him for a second.

“What?” he asked, a little self conscious.

“Nothing. You just look so cozy.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him excitedly out of the front door and onto the already snow-covered lawn.

The flakes were falling thick and fast, a gentle shushing noise the only sound to be heard for miles. Even the distant city noises have quieted, a blanket of silence laying over all of Gotham.

Y/n spun in a circle, arms thrown wide, head tilted back to catch flakes on her tongue.

The grounds of Wayne Manor–and the house itself–were spectacular in the snow. She couldn’t wait to wake up in the early afternoon and see the thick white covering everything in the daylight. She inhaled deeply and let the clean scent of the snow fill her lungs. It was so much better than it had been in the city.

She turned to find Bruce staring at her, his expression dumbstruck, like he had been hit in the head.

“What?” she asked with a grin.

He merely shook his head and smiled. He was a splash of shadow in the bright white in his dark clothes. The snow, even in the dark, made his eyes so much bluer. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked at him.

“I love you,” he said, then pulled her close for a kiss that stole what was left of her breath.

She didn’t know it, but it was at that precise moment that Bruce Wayne decided he wanted to propose to her.

They spend a few minutes in the snow. Bruce took her hand and they started walking, no destination in mind, simply enjoying each other’s company.

She stopped to retie her boot. When she straightened, a snowball hit Bruce squarely in the face.

She laughed and skipped away. He caught her about the waist and held her with one strong arm while the other scooped up a handful of snow to press against her bare neck. She shrieked and struggled to get away.

Laughing, they threw snow back and forth, hardly bothering to even form snowballs.

Bruce caught her again and yanked her close. His lips crashed against hers, his nose cold, his body warm against hers.

“What was that for?” she breathed when he finally pulled away.

“I love you,” he said fiercely. There was something in his face she couldn’t quite place. “Thank you.”

“For hitting you in the face with snow?” she asked with a laugh.

“For–making this fun.” He kissed her again. “But can we please go inside now?”

She laughed again. Everything was bright within her. Her heart was so full of joy she could burst. Things were good–she was going to build that restaurant and shelter, Bruce loved her, and Wayne Manor looked beautiful in the snow.

“I haven’t told you yet!” she said excitedly as they headed back inside. “I found the perfect place.”

Bruce let her chatter at him as she led him inside, back to their bedroom, both of them freezing and damp now.

She was radiant like this–her face glowingly happy, hair damp with melting snowflakes, talking about the project she was passionate about.

Bruce wanted to marry her. He wanted her to be his wife, to be his forever.

Maybe Alfred could help him find his mother’s old engagement ring.

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danversxluthor · 11 months

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The Super Blues (Pt 3) -- REWRITE

Kara, Lena, Alex, and the rest of the superfriends stood around the marble oval table in Lena’s home office, their makeshift war room for the time being, divvying out assignments to search the city. Brainy had already finished reviewing the school’s security footage at the main entrances of the school, but still found no sign of Lori or anyone looking remotely like her leaving the building.

“Could she have left from the roof?” Nia suggested as a long shot.

“Checking now… negative, the roof door sensors didn’t go off today.” Brainy confirmed.

“I just don’t understand how she seemed to disappear without a trace.” Alex questioned.

“There has to be another way...” Kara huffs. The super was getting more and more irritated. How could they send their daughters to a top-notch school with the best security in the city and still lose one? After they find Lori, Kara would be making a very concerted effort to get in on the PTA.

“There are five entrances into the school.” Brainy informs.

“What?” Kara exclaims. “But they only have the two main entrances.”

“Main, is the key word there. Briany’s right.” Lena pulls up the school blueprints for both the remodeled school, showing two main entrances, and the original blueprint, showing an additional three entrances.

“And they don’t keep security cameras or door alarms on any of them! In this day and age - I mean -” Kara was fuming now.

“Kara breath.” Lena warns in her CEO voice. “Lori could have left out of any one of those entrances. The two entrances on the north facing side lead to Central St. which has several bus routes connected. The entrance facing east leads to a dead-end parking lot, so we should focus our search on Central St. and those bus routes.

“We don’t have much to go off of, but if we split up, we should be able to cover the city in under an hour.” Alex shows the team seven sections of the city on the hologram, each color coordinated to the respective superfriend. As Lena went into more detail on specific locations, she was interrupted by a soft cough coming from behind the door. The group turned to see El, who had just made it home from school, peeking through the crack. El looked back at the group like a baby deer in headlights, completely frozen and then rushed off toward the stairs, shortly after which the group heard a loud thud from El tripping her way up the stairs.

“I’ll check on her.” Kara said as she left the room.

“Ellie, hey little one,” Kara found El laying on her bed, hands clutching her raven hair. “I know this is scary, but we’re going to find your sister, ok.” El shook her head as she sat up and looked at her Jeju with red rimmed eyes.

El took out her pocket notebook and pen and started writing - i’m sorry. My fault. Kara decided not to push El to speak, especially under such stressful circumstances.

“It's not your fault El. We don’t know what happened, but we’re doing everything we can to get Lori back.” Kara reassured as she started standing up to get ready to search.

El wrote again – She said she was just tired, but something else is wrong. I didn’t say anything and now she’s gone.

“What do you mean she said she was tired?” Kara asked curiously.

El wrote some more – She wasn’t acting like herself, she stopped smiling and talking to people. She was sneaking out the back entrance of the gym at lunch but I never saw her come back in today.

A light bulb immediately went off in Kara’s head - the east-facing entrance from the original blueprint - the one that leads to a dead end.

“El, did Lori say or do anything else? Do you know if she could have gone anywhere else?” Kara questioned. Jeju almost never used a serious tone like this with El and it made the teen shrink in on herself even more.

El shook her head with tear filled eyes. “‘m s-s-sor-ry” El said voice cracking.

Kara knelt down to look El in the eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry about. This was not your fault. Thank you for telling me, Ellie.” El threw herself into Kara’s arms, an occurrence that rarely happened. Kara held her daughter until a knock at the door caused the two to break apart.

“Everything ok here?” Lena questioned.

“Yes, I think El may have figured out which exit Lori left from.” Kara nodded down at her youngest.

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Kara finished her segment of the city first and then looped around to help cover the others. Lena and Brainy stayed at the house monitoring various camera footage to signs of Lori, only spotting her a few times from footage taken hours prior. It was finally dark out and getting colder as the sun fell.

“The bridge, thirty-seven minutes ago.” Brainy calls out.

“Details please. Which bridge?” Lena cuts in.

“Lori was crossing the bridge on Hawthorn over the bay leading towards the industrial park just outside the city about thirty-eight minutes ago now.” Brainy clarifies pulling up the images of a lanky blond in a National City Prep school uniform - short sleeved blue polo, plaid gray and red skirt, blue knee high socks and ballet flats. The girl walked stiffly, not looking around, just forward. Lena couldn't help but think she was looking at a stranger. Why would Lori wander outside of the city? The industrial park was known for a variety of troublesome activities - drugs, gangs, prostitution, and all sorts of crime.

Brainy sent an update to the team on the ground. Kara was already flying toward the industrial park with Alex following behind on motorcycle. As she flew, Kara couldnt help but think of all the times she had to go to the industrial park to fight. The area seemed to attract all the worst sorts, and now apparently her daughter who was doing roa knows what.

Kara sped through the entire industrial park, but found no sign of Lori. “Brainy, you’re sure she’s here?”

“Affirmative, she started walking across the bridge forty-two minutes ago, and assuming Lori was consistently walking at her average pace, she would have made it to the industrial park twenty-three minutes ago.” Brainy explained. “Though, the human body tires quickly especially after longer travel with poor footwear. It's possible…”

“Found her,” Alex cuts in. “Kara, I need you to get down here.

TO BE CONTINUED….

#little!luthor #baby!danvers #supercorp #supercorp kid #kara danvers #lena luthor

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OMORI AI-less Whumptober 2023

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DAY ONE: Sick Summary: Aubrey falls ill, unable to leave her room. Her mother doesn’t care, and certainly won’t let her friends come visit.

DAY TWO: Overworked Summary: Hero uses studying to cope with Mari's death. Unfortunately, staying up all night studying can lead to passing out at the most inconvenient of times.

DAY THREE: Isolation Summary: Unlike Hero and Sunny, Aubrey didn’t isolate herself. Her friends and family did so for her.

DAY FOUR: Hiding an injury Summary: Mari’s supposed to be perfect, not go running for help. Hero’s got enough of her worries on his plate without her bad knee too.

DAY FIVE: Held at gunpoint Summary: Someone’s got a gun at Hero and Kel’s school. Kel should be concerned for himself, but all he can think about is his brother.

DAY SIX: Mind control Summary: Under Bossman, Hero is a puppet. He has no say in what his body does, and no way to resist when it starts to hurt his little siblings.

DAY SEVEN: Flatline Summary: Basil hears his grandmother die. The sound of her flatlining sticks with him for hours afterwards.

DAY EIGHT: Panic Attacks Summary: Aubrey deals with things using anger. She can control that, but the panic rushing through her is a different matter entirely.

DAY NINE: Presumed dead Summary: In Black Space, he gets constantly ripped apart, and Omori doesn't seem to care. When he returns to Headspace, Basil learns that his friends ended up giving up on him completely.

DAY TEN: Collar Summary: Molly always treats him like he's less than human. Still, Omori really could've done without the constant reminder around his neck.

DAY ELEVEN: Paralysed Summary: Upon a mountain, freezing to death, Spaceboy can't move a muscle. He's beginning to dislike the numbness.

DAY TWELVE: Sacrifice Summary: The Recycultists have never been a threat, not really. Things change when Basil ends up in one of their rituals.

DAY THIRTEEN: Drowning (ALT Prompt) Summary: He's not a strong swimmer, and hasn't been since he was little. Still, Sunny jumps in after Basil, and wonders if he meant for this to happen.

DAY FOURTEEN: Grief (ALT Prompt) Summary: Unlike Mari, Hero leaves a note. Kel finds it just minutes too late.

DAY FIFTEEN: Transformation Summary: Spaceboy tries to fight the anger that threatens to overcome him every single time. It never works, and hearing that tape again is the last straw.

DAY SIXTEEN: Hospital Summary: Mari is familiar with hospitals, especially this one. One place she's never visited before, however, is its roof.

DAY SEVENTEEN: Hypothermia Summary: Maybe climbing a huge, snowy mountain in only her too-large nightgown and with no shoes wasn't the best idea. Aubrey's certainly starting to feel the chill.

DAY EIGHTEEN: Warm soup Summary: Sunny hasn't eaten Hero's food in years. Now, starving as he is, it tastes even better than ever.

DAY NINETEEN: "Why wasn't I enough?" Summary: Locked in the walls, Rococo's starting to go insane. He still doesn't understand what he did wrong.

DAY TWENTY: Stockholm syndrome Summary: Hero, touch-starved and grieving, craves even the tiniest scrap of love. Finding it in Sweetheart was inevitable, really.

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Near-death experience Summary: After Humphrey, his friends seem fine. Omori knows better.

DAY TWENTY-TWO: Punishment Summary: The guilty must be punished. Sunny can tell no-one, so the only one left to inflict punishment is him.

DAY TWENTY-THREE: Forced to watch Summary: When Kel is about to be strapped down to the dissection table, Hero begs to switch places. Kel hears every broken cry that follows as his older brother watches him get cut open.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR: Failed escape Summary: Hero tries to escape the basement. The man who took him films his punishment. (Inspired by @charismabee's 'found footage' one-shot in our Hero-centric Febuwhump earlier this year)

DAY TWENTY-FIVE: "Why didn't you save me?" Summary: If Basil had been there even a minute earlier, he could have helped. Instead, he made everything infinitely worse.

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Curse Summary: Biscuit used to be able to talk. Now, the only person who understands him is his sister.

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Immortal whumpee Summary: Mari was supposed to be dead. However, looking at herself in the mirror, she sure didn’t look like it.

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Oxygen deprivation Summary: On a mission through the stars, something goes horribly wrong. Before he knows it, Spaceboy is struggling to navigate the way back as his lungs run out of air.

DAY TWENTY-NINE: "The easy way or the hard way?" Summary: Mikhael’s cocky attitude and overall lameness lands him in a bit of trouble when he gets on the wrong side of a group of delinquents at Closeby High. He only hopes the Hooligans come to his assistance soon.

DAY THIRTY: Mind games Summary: Rococo owes Sweetheart his everything, and he knows she loves him… Even if what she says sometimes doesn’t completely align with that.

DAY THIRTY-ONE: Crying Summary: Kel hasn’t let himself cry in years. After seeing Basil’s body in the bathroom, it’s all he seems able to do.

And so, the time arrives! I will be posting each of the above one-shots to AO3 under "Whumptober 2023", as well as here on Tumblr in a series of posts. I will add links to each day once completed, as well as a 'previous' and 'next' to each day on Tumblr. I hope that you stick around and enjoy this month, because it's going to get whumpy!

(In addition to this, I will be doing a collaborative work with @charismabee centred around every alternative prompt for this event. Each day will be set in a different Omori AU that we've created. She is also doing her own version of Whumptober alone, so check her out if you'd like to see more! <3)

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