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prttykittes · 4 months

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GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut!

Characters- Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan

cw. Dottore-[Fucking standing up, Professor/student relationship, age gap, Petnames: Dotty, My dear, Doll, afab!reader, reader wears a skirt], Kaeya-[Teasing, nipple play, Wax play, spit, cockwarming, Petnames: Baby, Kae, Darling], Scara-[Possessive, jealously (sex?), random drunk men flirt with u, Petnames: Dummy, Doll, Scara], Blade-[breeding kink, rough sex, biting, knife play, skin craving, blood kink, Petnames: Baby, my love], Dan Heng-[Riding, Making out, Sex on couch, Grinding, no protection, creampie, Petnames: Sweety, Pretty]], Jing yuan-[ Size kink, size difference, Belly bulge, crying during sex, overstimulation, Petnames: Sweetheart, Love of my life]

notes: meow, meow, meow!! Grammar mistakes probably idk

DOTTORE — You smile as you watch the rest of the students leave the classroom, you make sure no one is looking as you make your way in the room. “Dotty!” You smile and wave to him, closing and locking the door behind you, he sighs as he continues to grade his students' science works. You grab a chair and move it infront of his desk. You sit down and cross your legs, you smile as you can feel your pussy clench around nothing. You push your chair back more and move around, spreading your legs and you grab the hem of your skirt. Making sure he can see your wet cunt, you lick your lips as you look at him. You suck on your fingers as you bring it down to your cunt, your pussy twitches as you rub your folds. Your tongue pokes out, your chest moves up and down. He shakes his head. “Doll, just say it” he smirks and looks back down. “I need your cock, Mister dottore!” You say, putting your hands together, you pout and open one eye. He stands up and pulls down his pants, you can see a huge tent in his underwear, you can feel yourself drooling(from your mouth and from your cunt). “Stand” he commands you, you stand up with no hesitation. “Come” he pats his side, you walked over to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He lifts you up, your legs wrap around him, you gasp and moan. He doesn't hesitate to ram inside of you, his dick sliding in and out of you, using your wet liquid as lube. You throw your head back as your body moves up and down, he feels so good! “My dear, you sure are interesting.” He says, you don't pay attention. “Such a needy whore, doesn't even care if we have sex in a classroom~” he whispers in your ear, your body twitches, his hips never stop to slam against yours. He loves the sound you both make, he grunts into your shoulder and he stops deep inside of your cunt, you moan when his hot white gooey liquid fills your cunt up. You didn't care if he got you pregnant or not, it was hot.

KAEYA — your body squirms on his lap, your fingers dance around your nipples. Your mind is hazy and clouding. “Awh, such a cute baby~” he teases you, he kisses your ear and he gives a candle wax. You moan when his hands grope at your hips, he kisses at your shoulder and the wax hits your skin. Your body jumps and you let out a gasp, feeling the hot liquid hit your skin. You can't help but move around, he lets out a grunt as his dick twitches in you. You were cock warming him, he groans as he leans backward and holds your stomach, the candle wax drips onto your skin once more. “Kae!~” you moan out, you clench around his dick, he lets out a small moan. You want to move but his grip on your stomach makes it hard to move. Your hole can't stop clenching, you feel embarrassed as you move your hips. Not obeying his orders of not moving, he shakes his head in disappointment, you whine as he stops you. You try to bounce but he pushes you down on his dick so you can't move, he grabs one of your legs with his other hand. He lifts up your leg and holds it up as he rocks his hips up slightly. Making his dick go slowly up and down in your hole. “Darling, don't worry, you will get your pleasure soon~” he kisses your bare shoulder and he chuckles as you whine, you're so needy for him and he loves it.

SCARAMOUCHE — He watches as you get flirted on, drunk men hitting on you, saying cringe corny shit, he rolls his eyes. He steps up once a guy tries to kiss your cheek, he roughly pushes the guy into the floor, the guy grunts in pain. He grabs your hand and he leaves with you, holding your hand while you both walk towards your shared home. “Dummy, you could punch him” he says, you shake your head and he crushes your hand, you flinch and he kisses your forehead. You can feel something hard poking at your leg, you look up at him. “Scara, you're hard..?” You say, he blushes and drags you into an alleyway. “Fucking angry and I need to claim you!” He whispers, and smiles as he takes off your clothing. He makes you face the wall, his hand rubs at your ass. He pinches at your ass as you gasp and turn at him, he softly chuckles. His glare is still hard and cold, He turns you around. His dick is hard and leaking, you let out a small quiet laugh. He lifts up one of your legs as he holds it up, he spits on his dick and uses it as lube. His hand stroking his dick as he enters your hole. He lets out a strangled moan, he bites his lower lip, he loves how tight you feel around him. “Fuck doll– Your so tight, I bet the men wanted to fuck you but too bad!” He slams into you at the last part, you cover your mouth when you see people walking by the alleyway, you close your eyes as he doesn't stop. You can feel his dick moving in and out of you, “Scara! I-I am about to!” You don't finish your sentence, he kisses your chest and sucks on it. Leaving hickies on your skin and you cum, he cums into you. His white seed fills you up. He slowly helps you, he can't wait to fuck you some more at the house.

BLADE — His dick stays in you, a dagger in his hands. You let out a strangled moan, he rubs at your stomach as your mind is going cloudy really fast. Your vision is blurry, your chest goes up and down. He pushes your legs up until it goes on his shoulders. He gives a quick kiss to your ankle, he brings his attention back to your skin and the dagger. “Are you ready, baby?” He speaks out, you smile and nod your head. The dagger goes down, you bite your lower lip as he slowly begins to carve his name into your skin. He writes it in small letters, A “B” then “L” and so on. He licks up your blood after he carves his name into your skin. After he is done with his name, his lips curl up to a small smile. He kisses you, your tongue mixed together as your saliva mixes together as well. He presses his forehead on yours, he begins to hold your hips and he goes faster. He moves his hips faster, angling it so he can hit those spots in you, your stomach curls. He leans down and places his mouth on your chest, he bites on it softly. He moans when you clench around him so tightly like you don't want him to leave. “Your so gorgeous, My love” he whispers into your ear, his voice sounds soft and gentle but his movements are anything but soft and gentle. He holds you and his dick spurts out ropes of cum, he closes his eyes as he thinks about you full of his seed. Maybe a family? He sighs and kisses your neck, he stays in you, not wanting the cum to leak out of you.

DAN HENG — You're on his lap, your hands set on his face. You're both panting for air, your hearts racing. You can feel his hard dick poking at you, you lean more into him as your lips connect. You moan at his taste, your mind is already hazy just from making out, his hands rest on your hips. He rubs it softly, his hands begin to go from soft to rough. Your hole clenches around air when you think about having his dick inside of you, your sex twitches and he begins to grind you against his hard-on. You moan and so does he. The make out and the hotness of the room makes you feel 10x hotter than better, you take off your shirt as you rub at his chest. Your tongue licks at his lower lips, he groans as he continues to make out with you. Your chest raises and you can hear your heart beating in your ears, he leans away from you as you both take a breath in. “Sweety!” He gasps when you lift yourself, your hands struggle to pull down his pants. You drool at his hard-on, you tremble and his hands grab your hips. You pull off his underwear, you kick off your underwear, your body feels less hot but still hot. He groans and he throws his head back when you put his dick into you, he coos at you, saying how good you are at taking his dick. He helps you to move, he helps you gently. “Good job, Pretty” You moan at his praise, your hole clenching around him as you continue to ride his dick. After some moments, your sex twitches as you cum hard, your head thrown back and your tongue out, he moves his hips until he stops. His dick letting out so much cum, some of his white liquid leak down his cock as he lifts you up, an army of his seed leaking out of you, making a mess on him and the couch.

JING YUAN — You whine when his fingers leave your hole, he chuckles and he moves your hair out of your face. He already made you cum just by his fingers. Which were big!!! You wonder if his dick was bigger and sure it was. You gasp when his dick slaps on your stomach, your mind goes wild as you smile. His dick lays on your skin, some of his pre-cum sticking on your skin. You let out a sigh as he kissed your stomach before pushing you more up, there was a size difference between you and him which was obvious. He grabs his big dick and aims it at your hole, you gulp as you think about it. Will he fit in with you? Will he destroy your hole for good? “Don't worry, the love of my life. It will fit” he whispers, he seemed to know what you were thinking about and you smiled. He kisses your nose before he slowly puts his dick into you, you gasp and arch your back. Tears start to form, he coos and whispers sweet things in your ear. He puts his big dick more into you, you let out a happy sigh when it finally goes in but it isn't all the way in. “You got the top half done, good job baby~” your eyes widen as you look down and see it was only the top half, your moan as he puts the rest of the half in. “Shh you’re doing great~” he whispers into your ear, you grunt as you scratch his back. You look down and see a huge bulge, it was finally fully in you! You felt glad and he goes slow at first but goes faster, tears run down your face in pleasure. He abuses your hole with his big dick, your tongue rolls out as he fucks you. You cum and he doesn't stop moving, it was your second time cumming and it wasn't going to be your last! You let out a loud moan, you felt yourself cumming hard again, your mind is so hazy and mushed. You felt so overstimulated, he notices and he cums in you. He has a big load as it makes a bulge of his seed in your stomach, he pulls out and his seed leaks out. He chuckles and kisses your hand before he cleans you up.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 3 months

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Jack the Ripper meeting Himiko Toga!reader?

-It was unusual for Jack to see a young lady like yourself out so late at night, but you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest- a bright smile on your lips, humming a happy tune.

-However, it was your unique colors that caught his attention, it was a strange blend of glee but also a desire to cause pain to others. He couldn’t look away and chose to follow you, curious.

-Either you were very preceptive that you had a tail, or you were way smarter than you were letting on- which only seemed to draw Jack in more.

-He rounded a corner, and he froze, seeing your clothes on the ground, as if you had quickly discarded them, which made his eyes widen- how indecent!

-Jack didn’t realize it immediately, as another young girl was walking down the street, one who looked completely different. Jack only realized that it was you because your lovely rainbow of colors had not changed.

-What a curious ability you had~

-He continued to follow you, keeping his distance so he wouldn’t alert you any more than he already had, wanting to know about you.

-When he rounded a corner, he instantly dodged your knife strike, seeing you, in your disguise, glaring darkly at him, “Why are you following me?”

-You didn’t seem bothered that he easily dodged your strike before he easily leapt back, getting some distance between the two of you and you went on guard, unaware if he was going to attack or not.

-He bowed deeply at the waist, “Forgive me for startling you, young lady- that was not my intent. I was merely curious about you and that ability of yours.”

-You lifted an eyebrow in slight confusion, before you realized he new and you smirked as your disguise melted away, stunning him.

-“SHIELD YOURSELF MY DEAR!!” Jack quickly removed his cape, refusing to look at you as he held the cape out to you.

-You had no problem being naked, as the streets were deserted anyway, but his reaction was rather cute as you took the cape from him, “I was going to go back and get my clothes once I took care of you- but thank you for this.”

-He only turned, keeping his hand over his eyes until he knew that you were covered, and he offered to escort you back to your clothes, which you accepted.

-This strange man didn’t bother you like others did- you felt something…familiar with him as you got redressed, but kept the cape, twirling in it, “I feel so fancy in this!”

-He was amused, seeing you acting so childish, but it was endearing before your eyes hardened, looking back at him, “No why are you following me?”

-Jack would never lie to a young lady such as yourself, so he told you honestly, “You intrigued me- you are a work of art, filled with happiness but also with malice, making a unique blend of colors. I merely wanted to know about you- even more so with your unique ability.”

-You were a bit confused by his words, not entirely sure what he meant at first, before you smirked up at him, pulling out your knife, but not making any threatening gestures, “It’s beautiful- love I mean. And when I love someone else, I desire to be close to them- to be them. That’s why I go after them and ingest their blood- their blood- their love, is what makes our love grow stronger together.”

-In the past you had been treated like a villain- a monster, for what you could do and what you’ve done to others- but Jack surprised you, looking at you like what you just said was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

-He held out a hand to you, offering you to take it and when you did, he surprised you by twirling you into his arms, waltzing with you in the empty street, “My dear I understand you perfectly! You create your own masterpieces out of love and passion! To become one with the object of your desire is so beautiful and elegant! You are truly an artist!”

-You couldn’t help but laugh warmly, this weirdo was messed up like you were, but he was nice to you, and you could tell that he wasn’t going to hurt you- so you indulged in this moment of freedom, dancing in the dark with a stranger.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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I come to you humbly to ask that Joan the disservice cat gets a redemption arc. I read a story once about a cat that was so noisy it lead rescuers to its missing elderly owners. Maybe while Eddie is gone something happens health wise to Steve and while Ozzy absolutely has the situation locked down Joan goes and finds a neighbor (Diane?) And yells until she follows her back to the house. Steve is absolutely fine but embarrassed that his arch-nemesis was the one that helped him and Eddie copes by making increasingly unhinged jokes about how Steve is so passive aggressive and dramatic he literally tried to die (he was not near death at all) while Eddie was playing in Las Vegas.

Right out the gate, I wanna say that I love this. It’s so freaking cute. Joan doesn’t really need a redemption arc because she really is a sweet cat. She just got bad editing and she doesn’t care about her bad reputation *guitar riff* but that being said, absolutely yes.

Eddie found Joan in a storm drain one night when it was raining really hard and brought her home. She was so young that he had to bottle feed her until she was old enough so Joan does love Eddie, but she loves him the way a rebellious teenager does - with all her heart but also with a healthy dose of mischief. She loves Steve like a baby that needs looked after.

They already had Ozzy by the time they got Joan, so she grew up watching the way that Ozzy interacts with Steve and kind of mirrors those interactions in the same but distinctly cat-like manner.

It’s not a big seizure.

Steve will say later that it wasn’t a big seizure, but it happens during meal prep and he’s holding a knife. It’s not even two minutes – probably – but he’s holding a knife and when it’s over, he’s bleeding. It’s a lot of blood all at once and Steve is probably fine, but he’s a little bit woozy. A little exhausted. He’s also probably got a bit of PTSD about seeing a lot of blood all at once on account of the time he saw his future husband nearly bleed to death in the arms of his pseudo-son/little brother.

It results in Steve sitting on the kitchen floor with a rag held to his cut hand as it gets more and more saturated with blood while Steve tries to claw his way out of a bad memories and bone-deep exhaustion. Ozzy obviously tries to take care of Steve while he’s distressed – he’s trained to do so, but it takes time.

Diane is the perfect person for Joan to go to because Steve does not like her. Steve thinks that Diane treats him like he’s ‘delicate’ and that she knows all about epilepsy because she used to work with a woman whose son was epileptic. She treats him the way that some people treat pregnant women, like he shouldn’t do anything because of his condition. It drives him insane, but Joan is a cat. She does not pick up on that.

She knows that Diane is a woman that has been at the house multiple times and that interacts with Steve. There’s no one in the house for Ozzy to alert, so Joan wiggles herself through a cracked window and makes her way down the street.

She is obviously not going to the neighbor across the street, Dan, because his house reeks of dog. Diane is not Steve and Eddie’s immediate neighbor, but she is the one that Joan goes to and meows loudly on her front porch. She is scratching the hell out of her front door when Diane finally answers it to see what the ruckus is all about.

Diane recognizes Joan as Steve and Eddie’s cat, so she ends up following her back to their house just to return the cat. Steve never remembers to lock their back door so that’s now Diane gets into the house.

Once Steve comes out of the post-ictal fog, he’s mortified that his least favorite neighbor managed to get him into a car on its way to the hospital and was talking to his husband on his phone. It’s mortifying. He’s fine. It’s a small cut that requires three unnecessary stitches.

Diane keeps going on and on about that sweet little guardian angel of a cat of theirs and Eddie declares in all his flamboyant fashion that Joan has graduated from a disservice cat to a service cat (this is revoked the first time she trips Eddie on the stairs). He even posts a picture on the Corroded Coffin official Twitter page of Steve asleep with his wrapped-up hand and Joan curled up on his head. He captions it ‘my hero’ with three emoji hearts.

He clarifies later that he’s talking about the cat, not the extremely sexy man underneath.

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#I just decided that it's funny if Joan just inexplicitly does not like a member of the party and I'm choosing Jonathan #She is actively malicious against Jonathan #Eddie says its because she knows that he beat Steve up once and Jonathan is just like 'did you tell her that??' because they're stoned #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson tiktok saga #Joan the disservice cat

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writing-house-of-m · 1 year

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No More Interruptions

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Anxiety/depression, cheating, asshole-ery, swearing

Word Count: 6,943

Summary: You and Taylor are friends. When her husband becomes insecure in their marriage and cheats on her, you help Taylor as much as you can through her divorce while you hide your true feelings for the blonde.

A/N: The request can be found here. I hope you enjoy anon! (I'm sorry it took so long)

You have been in love with Taylor Sloane and there was nothing you could do about it.

The two of you had become good friends. Great friends even, which is why you couldn’t say anything. You didn't want to ruin what you had. Not to mention the fact that she was married.

And you had to watch.

Watch the couple’s interactions with a smile on your face. Listen to everyone commenting on 'how cute' they were and how they were the ‘perfect couple’.

Every word felt like a knife was being twisted in your chest. Over and over again.

You tried to move past your feelings. Spent some time away from her, admittedly it helped for a little while. You even started dating again and started a relationship with someone but as soon as you were back in Taylor's orbit all your feelings came rushing back.

Eventually, you and your, now, ex-girlfriend split amicably. You tried to love her but when those words didn't ever come from your mouth after she said them to you, you knew it was unfair to hold on to her.

On the other hand, Ezra, Taylor’s husband, was jealous of you. He had it in his mind that you would make a move on his wife. Regardless of your feelings towards the blonde, you would never have come between them.

However, having had enough of living in her shadow on top of being so convinced she would cheat on him, using his own words, - 'I cheated on you, before you could do it to me.'

Taylor was heartbroken. She loved the man wholeheartedly and felt betrayed.

She wasn't aware of his jealousy. She hadn't caught on that he would be overly affectionate when you were around. How he would grit his teeth when his wife would talk about you to others. He’d be so caught up in his jealousy that her words about him being 'so talented,' and 'the best husband anyone could have asked for,' fell on deaf ears.

After Ezra's cheating scandal and their divorce was caught on by internet gossip sites, you tried to be there for Taylor but, with her ex-husband spilling lies about you and her, you found it was better to keep your distance and only met up with her in small groups of people. Never just the two of you alone.

As the months passed by, you helped with as much as you could while Taylor grieved her relationship with Ezra all the while dealing with her divorce. It got to a point where you had made a schedule so that someone was always with her to ensure she wasn't alone.

Because it couldn't be you.

…

Music was blasting through the house as you stood in the kitchen with your friend, Dan.

“She’s so fine, Y/n!” He was talking about a girl he had been talking to and you were standing there smiling at his antics to bed the, in your words, poor woman.

He knew about your feelings for Taylor, as well as everything you were doing for her, so he made sure you turned up to this party to give you a chance to relax a little.

He was successful for the most part, seeing you speak to new people, making new friends. He even helped be your wingman a couple of times. Even so, while you were pretending to listen to these girls you had a different one on your mind the whole time.

He took a swig of his drink and asked “Anyone caught your eye? I saw you talking to that brunette, are you taking her home tonight?”

You told him you appreciate what he was doing but you just wanted to see Taylor. It had been over a month since you last saw her.

He shook his head disapprovingly but sympathised with you. "So, who's with her tonight?" He asked, satiating your need to talk about the woman that wouldn't ever leave your thoughts.

Finishing the sip you had just taken of your drink, you struggled to keep a straight face when you told him, "Nicky," forcing yourself not to smirk, waiting for his reaction.

His face scrunched up when he caught on, "Nicky?!" You scoffed at his facial expression. "Nicky? Her brother? The ‘always-wasted’, ‘ready-to-party’, Nicky?" He questioned.

You chuckled slightly, "Yeah, that's the one." You took a mouthful of your drink, before continuing with a smile on your face, "He's actually stepped up in a big way and been really protective."

"I don't blame him. This Ezra sounded like a dick. I would have kicked his ass a long time ago," he says and before either of you get to say another word you hear someone shout, "LET'S PARTY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Recognising the voice instantly you move to the main room of the house, with Dan following.

You see Nicky waving and saying ‘hi’ to several people he probably didn't even know, as you walk up to him. He sees you so addresses you too, "Y/n! It's about time I saw you at one of these again!" The blonde says as he pulls you into a tight hug.

You return his greeting and when he lets go, with furrowed eyebrows, you can't stop yourself from asking, "Why aren't you with Taylor?" Voice raised so he can hear you over the music.

He shrugs his shoulders, "She told me she wanted some time alone," he says nonchalantly. You're about to scold him for leaving her but he stops you because he's been on the receiving end of this before, having had this kind of conversation with him a few times already.

He puts up his hand to stop you before you start, "Wait, just listen," He pulls you to a different room where the music is a bit quieter, "I told her I would stay with her but she insisted. She said she was just going to sleep anyway." He clarifies and from his expression you can see he's telling the truth.

He is looking around at the other party goers, giving someone a head nod and another person a wave, while you nod your head, "Ok," you say solemnly and hesitate to continue. "How is she?"

"Ehh…" He was trying to think of the right words, "She's… better than she was but still has a while to go," then blurts out an afterthought, "She always asks about you, you know?" Someone dancing catches his attention and his face lights up. While you're distracted thinking about what he has just said, the excited man sees this as his opportunity to leave you. "Gotta go bros!" He says to you and your best friend before rushing off.

Dan starts to speak from behind you so you turn around, "Look, I know you think you're helping by not going over. But it's been long enough since you last saw her." He pats your arm grinning, "Go over and just say 'hi'."

“Maybe you're right,” You smile at him.

“I’m always right,” He responds, going in to hug you goodbye.

"Plus,” you both pull away, “I gotchu bro!" Dan says comically, mimicking Nicky and making you laugh.

…

It doesn't take you long to get to Taylor's from the party. You thank the driver and make your way to her door.

You know it will be fine but you feel nervous. It feels like a lifetime has passed since you last saw her.

After a few knocks and no answer. You think she could be sleeping so you are about to leave but just before you do you figure, since you're already there, you could at least text her to make sure.

Upstairs, Taylor, already looking at her phone, smiles when sees your message pop up at the top of her screen:

I know you're home. Come and answer your door, lazy 😴

She considers not answering because she's been crying and doesn't want anyone to see her like this. She’s been laying in bed for a few hours reading comments about herself online.

She hears her phone ping again:

Don't leave me on read now Sloane 🤨

She laughs tearily at the message and types her reply. Once it is sent she moves to her bathroom to splash some water on her face hoping it will soothe her eyes and irritated skin.

When it obviously doesn't work she throws on a hoodie bringing the hood over her eyes hoping to keep you from seeing them.

You smile when you hear your notification sound.

You're not allowed to comment on how I look

After a few minutes you hear the door unlock. Taylor is standing in front of you, drowning in an oversized hoodie.

"When you said I couldn't comment on how you looked, I thought I'd at least be able to see your face and crazy hair," you say with a smile.

"And yet, you still commented on it." She retaliates.

You laugh at her jest.

"Hi Taylor," you say, still smiling.

She whispers a "Hi," and you see a small smile because it's all you can see of her face.

"Can I come in?"

She moves to the side as you step in, not going any further. Once she has locked the door and faces you, you open your arms. She falls into you without hesitation.

With your arms around each other, her head against your chest, you press your cheek on top of her head.

"I've missed you," She says in a small, sad voice that you can't help but feel a twinge inside you.

"I've missed you too," you reply.

"Sorry, it's been so long," you whisper into the dimly lit house. It's so strange to see the bubbly blonde so down, you still haven't gotten used to seeing her like this.

You place a kiss on the crown of her head and stand there for a little while longer enjoying this moment you've been longing for the past few weeks.

It’s been quiet for too long, so you decide to break the silence, "You haven't gone to sleep on me, have you Sloane?" You quip.

The blonde laughs and sniffles as she pulls away.

"You've been crying," You knew it as soon as you heard her voice when she first opened the door. "Is that why you're not letting me see your face?"

She finally looks up from the ground to your eyes and when you see hers, your heart breaks with how sad she looks. "Maybe," she whispers with a small smile on her face. But a tear falls and you can't help but pull her in for another hug.

The two of you stand there for a few more minutes until she apologises; for crying and for ruining your shirt.

You can't help but laugh at her as you grab her hand, "You have nothing to apologise for."

She looks at you again with teary eyes.

You just want to wrap her up so you can keep her with you and make sure she never hurts again.

Using your other hand you brush away a stray tear and cup her cheek, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You're in her room, sitting across from each other on her bed.

She has finally taken off her hood and you can see just how broken she looks.

Messy hair, red and swollen eyes. You don't think you've ever seen Taylor this sad before. You hate that she's feeling like this.

The influencer opens up about everything going through her mind. All about how she didn't know Ezra was feeling insecure in their marriage. How she lost you because of everything. Her insecurities about finding love again - If she'll ever find 'the one'.

You talk her through it all, reassure her and call Ezra a variation of names from 'dick' to 'the worst type of scum' gaining a few laughs from the sad girl.

Overall she looks better. Relief settling in her bones after getting all of this off her shoulders. She couldn't be happier that you showed up. And being honest with yourself, you felt better too.

"I saw what they were writing about you. Online. What he said about you. I know that's why you stay away." She thinks to not say her next thought but continues anyway, "I would stay away from me too."

You give her a puzzled look, "Taylor. I didn't stay away because of you, I stayed away because of them," she returns your look. "I stayed away so they wouldn't have the ammo to use against you with these lies, I never want to be away from you. I really have missed you."

Taylor's eyes fill with tears again, only this time they're happy tears.

“You’re kind of my favorite person,” you say, pushing her shoulder teasingly, which she laughs at.

You talk even longer. Hours and hours of talking about everything and nothing.

You talk about some of the weirdest influencers you've come across, Nicky and Dan arguing over stupid things - in your opinion, they'd both die first in a zombie apocalypse. "I know! Nicky couldn’t stop going on and on about it when he came here that day!" The blonde adds.

You're both laughing when you look out of the window and see colors of the sunrise. You hadn't realised how late, or early, it had gotten.

"Oh wow, I should really go," you say, taking out your phone to look at the time. You see a flurry of notifications you didn't know about because you had put it on silent earlier. While you have it out you quickly read over a few messages as you pull down the status bar on the screen and stand from the bed.

You don't see the way Taylor's face drops at the prospect of you leaving.

Her voice stops you from picking up your jacket.

"Stay."

The word comes out so soft, that if the room wasn't so quiet you would have missed it.

You look up from your phone and see green eyes shining at you, begging you to accept her request.

There's a hopeful look on her face and you knew from early on in your friendship you wouldn’t ever be able to deny her of anything, especially when she's looking at you like that.

"Okay," You smile at her.

Who knew one word could make someone so happy? She's beaming as she slides to the other side of the bed pulling her covers over so you can get in.

You're not sure if you should face her or not as you put your phone down next to the bed and move to lie next to her. But when you see her facing the middle, you do the same.

Once you’re both comfortable, you look over and see her smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back.

Goodnight’s are whispered to each other and Taylor is asleep within a few minutes.

You gaze at her sleeping figure. She looks so peaceful, so soft. You make a mental note to text Dan thanking him for pushing you to see her.

With your mind going one hundred miles a minute it takes you a while to fall to sleep.

…

From then on you had both been texting and calling frequently but avoided meeting in person to avoid any complications while her divorce was being settled and rumours were still circulating.

It only took a few more weeks but once the divorce was done, you were able to be Taylor's close friend again. Physically speaking.

Even though your feelings were as strong as ever you never overstepped that line of friendship.

You didn't want to ruin what you had.

You couldn't.

…

Life, from there, carried on for Taylor. She was back on Instagram, made a few videos about her divorce and talked about how she was going to fully embrace this time she had to herself.

To work on herself.

She was happier, your friendship was better than before and you both frequented different social events while pushing one another to be better in your respective circles.

Everything was good for months until she ran into Ezra at a grocery store.

…

Nicky was in town and staying with Taylor.

After the incident, he tried all he could to console her but whatever he was trying didn't help.

Many failed attempts to comfort her later, he called the one person he knew could help.

You were away for some humanitarian work and were going to be out of service for at least a week.

When you told Taylor you were going she whined asking you to let her tag along next time. After explaining it wasn’t her scene because there were no five star hotels… or any hotels as a matter of fact - her face wilting was the only answer you needed, making you chuckle.

"Just hurry up and come back," she whined.

When you got back and saw the amount of missed calls and texts you had from Nicky, you called him as soon as you could.

Whenever you were away from Taylor, be it in meetings for work or away for whatever reason, witty messages from the blonde were usual - ‘You better be missing me,’ ‘I’m bored,’ ‘Hurry up and finish what you’re doing,’ etc.

So when her brother explained everything and told you Taylor hadn't been herself for days, you weren’t surprised. You had deduced that much when you saw her messages had stopped around the same date of the confrontation Nicky filled you in about.

He had been making sure she was eating and taking care of her basic hygiene but overall she wasn't doing well even if she was pretending she was fine.

When you got to Taylor's house you used your emergency key to get in.

You raced to her room but entered slowly.

You spoke cautiously "Taylor?" She was laying in bed, back facing the door. "I know what happened," you say softly as you approach her.

She looked so small.

Ezra had fast become the biggest lowlife you'd ever come across and that was one of the nicest ways to put it.

While Taylor went shopping and was in the produce section, he and his new girlfriend surrounded her. Talks of her using her fame to bad mouth him, making him look bad while Taylor was playing the victim.

She got out of there as fast as she could. It was a good thing Nicky saw her being ganged up against and stopped her ex from saying anything else by sucker punching him in the jaw.

He drove her home but she didn’t say a word to him the entire drive.

When he explained to you what had happened you knew she would fall back into that state you found her in months ago.

She'd come so far since then and all it took was a few words from this literal piece of shit to bring her back down.

"You're so much better than him Tay," she stays quiet. "Remember when I called him the scum of the Earth? I found a better way to describe him - 'dung nugget'," you try, but still nothing.

As you shrug off your jacket, placing it to the side on her chair and sitting on the bed so you can almost see her face. You change your tone to a light hearted one, "I guess I need to bring out the big guns to make you laugh," you're met with even more silence so you carry on.

"Did you know the first french fries weren’t cooked in France?" You see her eyebrows furrow, confused as to how you went from trying to cheer her up to something so random.

She wonders if she should say something even though she doesn't have the energy but you don't give her a chance as you continue, "They were cooked in Greece," you smile, proud of yourself.

Still nothing so you carry on.

You make a fake face humming like you're thinking of your next joke even though you have a few ready to go.

"Why did the scarecrow get an award?" She wants to roll her eyes but she just lays still on her side.

"Because he was out standing in his field." She bites the inside of her lip to suppress a smile but remains quiet. You see some movement of muscles on her face and try to suppress your grin because you have one more you’re sure will work.

"What do you call a dinosaur that uses really cheap toilet paper?" She closes her eyes, pursing her lips because she thinks she knows where the joke is going to go: she's wrong.

You end your ‘pause for dramatic effect’, "Mega-sore-ass," you hear her scoff and you let out a chuckle too, "I knew you'd like that one."

As your laughter subsides, you hear her speak, "I thought you were going to say something about the ‘dung nugget’," she says quietly.

You smile, shaking your head, "Damn, that would have been way better. When did you get funny?"

The blonde reverts back to silence until, "Y/n, I know what you're doing, and it's sweet, but I just want to be miserable."

You press your lips together and let out a breath through your nose. She thinks you're going to leave but you’re taking off your shoes to then slide in next to her on the bed.

She automatically moves so she can lean into your side with her arm over your stomach. You get comfortable by placing your arm around her and pull her close to you.

Once you're both settled, with her head on your clavicle, you hear her release a shaky breath and feel her relax into you.

You kiss the top of her head and begin to stroke her hair while you lay in silence.

After a few minutes you break the quiet atmosphere, "I know it doesn't feel like it but you won't feel this way forever. One day, you'll be so happy that nothing will bring you down."

"How do you know I'll be happy?" She asks with a sniffle.

With your chin leaning on her head and you smile to yourself, "Because I'll be there to make sure of it."

Taylor brushes a tear gathering in the corner of her eye with the sleeve of her hoodie wrapped around her thumb and says, "How? With your lame ass jokes?" Finishing with a small chuckle.

You let out an exaggerated gasp, "How dare you insult me like that Taylor Sloane!" You begin, as you pull away from your cuddled position.

Taylor's disappointment from moving away from your warmth doesn't last long because you continue, "You know what I have to do now, don't you?"

Looking at you confused, Taylor is about to ask what but before she can say anything you answer your own question with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "Payback," not giving her any time to react you start to tickle her.

She screams and starts to giggle from the sensation of your attack on her ribs. Her giggles turn into howling laughter and soon you're both laughing at each other because Taylor doesn't back down from a challenge. Not with you.

She tries to retaliate but you have the upper hand because you've moved on top of her.

You grab her flailing arms by her wrists and pin them down to the bed either side of her head. You both breathe hard, as your laughter slows, "I guess I win, Sloane,'' you say with a smirk on your face.

She tries her luck by pushing her arms up but you push back not giving her a chance, making you both chuckle at her failed attempt.

When she sees she is trapped she realises something, “So what now, huh? Your hands are too busy to attack,” she says smugly.

You smile down at her.

She looks so beautiful.

Even with her messy hair that's tied up in a bun giving you a full view of her face.

Her tired, shining emerald eyes look at you the same way you're looking at her.

You take in every detail of this moment which feels like an eternity. Both your smile's lost as this boundless moment drags on.

Her gaze drops quickly to your lips then back to your eyes.

You look at her lips a second longer she looked at yours, thinking to yourself; Is this really going to happen?

When both your eyes meet again, you are waiting for her to tell you to stop as your head lowers slowly.

Just as you're almost at the finish line, the tip of your nose brushing hers, you hear the front door of her house open, "Taylor!" You hear the voice of her brother and the rustling of some bags making you pull away at a record speed. "You better not be moping around! I bought us some food!" He shouts.

You get off her sitting on the edge of the bed, moving to put on your shoes, your back facing her as she sits up looking at you.

No words are exchanged as she walks out of the room first.

Taylor makes it into the kitchen but you hang back a little while longer, mind reeling at your almost kiss.

Nicky smiles and Taylor gives him a full one back, it's not like one of the half-assed smiles he's been getting from her recently. He sees her eyes are not as dark as they have been the last few days too.

As you make it to them soon after, you look up to see Nicky sorting through the food, plating it all up. "Y/n, I didn't know you were here," he realises now, why Taylor looks better and offers you a smile that you easily return. "There should be enough food for the three of us."

‘Maybe it's not meant to be.’ - This is the mantra that always goes through your head when you're with her recently.

"I should go," you smile and start to turn to leave. Just before you do you whip your head around, "If you need me just call me, okay?" You say to Taylor once she makes eye contact.

She smiles and nods her head. "Thank you," she rushes out before you turn to leave again. "For today. I feel better."

You give her a small smile, "I'm glad," you reply. You say your goodbyes to them both and leave the house.

Taylor stares at the spot you were standing as you leave. She hears the door shut and lock, while her mind replays the moment on her bed. Nicky's voice brings her back to her standing in the kitchen, "Is Y/n alright? They never say no to free food," he jokes as she turns to look at him.

She smiles at his comment and starts to help him with the plating.

When he starts talking about one of his 'bros doing a backflip into a pool' her mind goes back to you and his voice turns into white noise.

If Taylor was being honest with herself;

She would admit that she had imagined a future with you;

Your kind and loving nature had only pulled her in more and more;

That she was in love with you.

…

A few weeks pass by and while you and Taylor haven't been avoiding each other your interactions have been… less.

Nicky has left the city again but not before making sure his sister was going to be okay without him, speaking to you to make sure you were going to be around more than you had in these weeks.

The two of you have only met a couple of times since the day in her bedroom. Neither of you mention it when she calls you on a random Thursday morning asking if you’re busy.

Her house is running out of necessities so she needs to go shopping. While Nicky was there he would do it but now that she has to do it, she doesn't want to go on her own.

You agreed to go with her but under one condition: you would drive.

The two of you have a long running joke about how bad of a driver she is. She, on the other hand, doesn't see it.

Her laughter in response was music to your ears, you had hated being away from her.

Greeting Taylor, albeit a little awkwardly at first, the two of you fall into your rhythm once more after a few jokes and insults like the way you both usually interact.

When you get to the grocery store Taylor is sitting in your passenger seat, working up the courage to enter.

You sit there giving her the time she needs to build up the courage to enter the store. "It's always been so easy, to just walk in," Taylor says as she plays with her fingers, replaying the last time she was here in her head.

You reach over and take her hand in yours, "Take all the time you need Sloane," you smile at her.

She takes a final deep breath as she reaches for the door handle and leaves the car. You follow her lead by stepping out of the car and moving inside. You make sure the blonde takes her time walking through the aisles.

You manage to complete the shopping trip without a hitch. There was an almost incident where Taylor thought she saw Ezra after rounding a corner. Before she could freak out though, you wrapped your arm around her, hand resting on the shopping cart handle, "You're ok, it's not him," you said calmly, as you successfully walked past the man.

Now that all of her shopping bags were bought in from her car and resting on the counters in the kitchen, it had finally caught up to Taylor.

She was shaking and you did what you always do which was take her in your arms, "You’re safe now, I’m here."

Once her trembling stops, she takes a step back and looks at you, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Smiling you say, "I know you'd be fine because you're Taylor fucking Sloane," making her chuckle.

When the moment passes, Taylor takes on a more serious expression, "Really, Y/n. You mean so much to me, I can't imagine my life without you," she says, truthfully.

You look to the floor and then back to her eyes, "You mean a lot to me too, Taylor," your heart begins to race.

Your mouth is getting drier by the second. The expression on your face is so serious, Taylor is slightly taken aback.

You play with the keys in your hands and take this opportunity to say the words you've longed to say.

"Tayl-"

Both of you look in the direction of the front door when you get interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She mumbles something about going to see who it is so you nod your head acknowledging her.

You take a deep breath and jump slightly when your phone rings.

By the time she gets back she hears the end of your speech, "I'll be there soon, bye," she can't help the frown that takes over her face.

You turn around seeing the look on her face, you ask, "Everything ok?" She smiles, explaining it was a package for Nicky.

She can't help but ask, "You have to go?"

"Yeah, there's an emergency with some photos and I'm the only one that can deal with it I guess," you say and she smiles softly at you.

"Saving one person at a time," you smile at her comment and want to say you would always drop everything to save her, but you don't.

You wrap her in another hug after making sure she will be alright. You then say goodbye before leaving.

Before Taylor gets on with sorting through the shopping she finds herself spaced out once again after another interaction together.

A major thought being: ‘What were you going to say?’

…

You had been so caught up with everything going on with Taylor and distracting yourself with work you don't know the last time you spoke with Dan.

The two of you arranged to meet, so right now you were both sitting outside enjoying a day of leisure together.

Once he had updated you about his life, you started with yours.

He already knew about the almost kiss in the bedroom but you use this time to catch him up with the latest.

When you get to the part about you almost telling Taylor how you feel about her in her kitchen he called you- "dumb! You are such an idiot Y/n!"

"Thanks," you deadpanned.

"For real Y/n, why can't you just tell her how you feel?" He sounds frustrated and you can’t blame him. He has had to listen to you talk about the same girl for over two years.

"We keep getting interrupted, I think it's a sign," you exasperate, as you look at a few clouds in the sky leaning back in your chair.

"Bullshit!" He shouts out and you turn your head, smiling, to look at him, "What about all the times in between when you haven't even tried?!" His expression is serious and you lower your eyes to the bottle in your hand for a second and back to him, "You need to tell this girl how you feel," he lowers his voice, accentuating his serious expression.

You're not smiling anymore and he knows where your mind is going to go with this "I-"

"No!" His voice goes back to being raised.

You try again, "You don-"

"I do understand, because I know exactly what you're gonna say," damn, he knows you too well.

You sit there for a few seconds shaking your leg while you chew your lip in thought.

He leans forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you, voice lowered and a lot softer than before but still as threatening, "I know what's going on in that head of yours. I can literally hear what you're thinking,"

You pause your ministrations and squint at him, "Bullshit, you don't know what I'm think-"

Before you can finish your accusation he is already saying what's on your mind, albeit, cynically, "Oh I don't want to ruin our friendship(!) The universe is against me(!) Wah, wah, wah. You big baby," he finishes leaning back in his lounge chair.

You look down while you stay slouched in yours. "You're an asshole, you know that?" You say, smiling as you look back at him.

"You know what? I do know that, I know I'm a correct asshole and you need to get your head out of your own ass," he finishes.

You scoff, "Dick," then go silent as you start thinking and considering he's not letting you speak, now he's not going to let you think either.

"Y/n, no. No big romantic gestures, no big speeches just tell her how you feel."

Wow, he really does know what you're thinking, it's kind of scary.

"Alright! Alright," you sigh, leaning forward. "I'll talk to her, but-"

"No. Shut up," You laugh again at his abruptness, "You said yes, so you have to do it now. And by now, I mean NOW," he waves his hand as if to shoo you away, "Get the fuck off my property."

You stand up, you can't believe you're about to do this. But before you leave you you’re about to voice a doubt in your head, "What if-"

You shouldn't be surprised to get cut off yet again, "Y/n, man. If you don't leave right now. I will get violent," with his threatening voice you scoff and shake your head.

As you start to walk away you pause before continuing and turn back to him, "Thanks Dan," He stopped himself from heckling you again when he heard what you were saying, "For everything, really. You're a great friend."

"Bitch, I know. Now get outta here before I hose you down." He says, then takes a sip from his bottle.

You walk with renewed vigour in your step.

You were really going to do it.

You are going to tell her.

…

As you get to Taylor's house, instead of letting yourself in, you knock. It wouldn't feel right to just walk in. Not with what you have to say.

Looking at your shoes you don't have to wait long before she opens the door. Your head flies up and when she sees you, she smiles. You automatically smile back.

"Hi," you say uneasily, hands balled into fists in your pockets.

She doesn't understand why you look nervous, so her greeting comes out as a question, "Hi?" She laughs, "Y/n, what's wrong?" She looks a little worried but still has a smile on her face.

You let out a breath, you didn't realise you were holding, as a shaky laugh, "I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin-"

"Taylor? Who is it?" You hear a deep voice coming from behind the door making you pause.

The door swings further as someone pulls it open to see you standing there. It’s a man you don't know. He’s holding two wine glasses, it doesn't take much to piece it together.

She was on a date.

Your tense muscles collapse just as your facial expression does.

She smiles at him, introducing you to each other. But you can’t hear anything. Blood is rushing in your ears and your throat feels like it’s about to close in on itself.

The whole situation is overwhelming, you can feel your eyes filling with tears so you look away. You need to get out of there quickly, before you break down, "Sorry for interrupting, I'll leave," you hope you manage to say.

"What? What was it you wanted to talk about?" She asks, confused.

You’re already turning on your heels so you rush your words out, "It's not important, bye," walking away as fast as you can.

Taylor calling out for you falls on deaf ears because you knew this was a stupid idea, you knew you shouldn’t have even thought about talking to her about your true feelings.

You’re not sure if it's from the speed you’re walking or because of this whole situation or both but your heart is racing and your breathing picks up quickly.

Everything is confusing but one thing is for certain - you feel yourself breaking.

It's only when you're halfway down the street that you realise tears have spilt over.

You finally take in your surroundings and can hear someone closing in on you.

It's Taylor.

"Y/n, what's going on? You're scaring me," she asks, as her brisk walk reaches you. You take a step back when she goes out to reach for you when she sees your tears.

She's in front of you and you can’t stop thinking about her and how pretty she is. How much you feel for her.

Your chest is heaving, your breathing heavy, the lump in your throat doesn’t ease off.

You couldn't have stopped your next words even if you tried. You’re not thinking properly and the words you've been wanting to say for so long finally spill out.

"I think I'm in love with you," you can't stop blinking. Whether it's to blink away your tears or from your nerves, you don't know.

Taylor is looking at you, speechless. She always wondered if there was something in your feelings towards her but always brushed it over thinking it was all in her head.

"No, I-," you scrunch your eyes closed for a second taking in the fact that you're really saying this, "I am in love with you," you finally say your truth, looking her in the eye.

All the blonde can do is stare, bewildered as you look at her.

You've gotten this far, why should you stop now, "I've loved you for a while now and I didn't know what to do so I kept it to myself."

All the times you held back has led to this moment where you can't stop rambling, "I came here to tell you, but now you're on a date with someone and I-"

You've lost count with how many times you've been interrupted today but this time it was because Taylor's lips were on yours.

It takes a second for your brain to catch up to what's going on but eventually you kiss her back.

You pull her in by the waist as her hands cup your cheeks so she can fully kiss you. It feels eternal and you're kissing her like your life depends on it.

You both need to stop for air, breathing heavy.

"It isn’t a date, he's a friend of Nicky's," you rest your forehead against hers, scoffing at how ridiculously you acted with your overreaction.

You pull back again so you can look at her properly. She's smiling. She's smiling so brightly that she could be compared to the sun.

You take your time looking at one another so you can take in this moment.

Even with how fast your heart was beating and the loud rush of blood still in your ears, you hear her say the words you could have only dreamed her saying before now loud and clear,

"I love you too."

A/N: Thanks to Reddit for ‘Dung nugget’ and to @8bitscarlet for the French fry joke lol

#taylor sloane #taylor x reader #taylor sloane x reader #taylor sloane x you #taylor sloane x y/n #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #self insert fanfiction #no more interruptions tag

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bougiebutchbitch · 1 year

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Okay but

We’ve all seen (and greatly enjoyed) ‘Batman fucks Joker to keep Gotham City safe’

But I would like to propose to the jury: Joker fucks Batman to keep Batman strong enough to defend Gotham against him

It’s a typical night, and they’re brawling over the rooftops, the Bat Signal illuminating the clouds above like an overexposed lightning flash. All is fine and dandy. Or at least, it should be.

Batsy’s... distracted.

Joker landed three hits out of five. All did far more damage than they should have, jarring Batman’s shoulder joints and knocking the air out of his solar plexus. He even managed to stab him! Without using any of the fun jokeshop distractions in his pockets!

Why, Batman’s hardly protecting himself, relying on his armour to do the work - which is real stupid, given how Joker’s memorized every gradient, every angle, the weakpoint of every plate. And that isn’t where the oddities stop. Batman‘s simultaneously louder and quieter than usual. All those gruff grunts when he swings an uppercut almost make up for the lack of banter - but Joker can’t get a rise out of him, no matter what buttons he pushes.

Not that Batsy’s zen. His jaw winds so tight, he must be at risk of cracking a tooth (which is only fair, considering how many of Joker’s he’s punched out over the years). Evidently, something’s eating away at that big ol’ brain of his. Bats in the belfry again. Ha.

It takes far longer than it should for Batman to wrestle him down off the roofs, into an alley, where he can be pinned and cuffed in the grime and the trash, where he belongs. Ooh - Joker chews his painted lip, wiggling delightedly in the gutter. Facedown, hips up, Bat’s big hands pinning his hands above his head - ain’t this just Joker’s favourite pose?

He arches back, cracking a joke - of course he does, who would he be if he didn’t? (”Is that a batarang in your codpiece or are you just, ha-ha-happy to see me?”)

What he doesn’t expect is for Bat to crack too.

Batman startles. Lurching away. Dropping Joker’s wrists like he’s burning.

How... odd. After all, it’s not like flirting isn’t part of the usual routine.

Except Bats is glaring at him. He looks oddly tense. Flighty, almost. For a reason Joker can’t quite figure out - which is a novelty; usually, he knows precisely what threats he’s thrown at his darling, precisely why he deserves all the pain Batsy brings him with his fists.

Joker frowns. He hauls himself slowly to his feet, flicking a knife from his sleeve in case Bats gets handsy again. The white lenses of the cowl hide Batsy’s eyes. But there’s something about the rapid heave of his chest, the tight clench of his fists, leather squeaking around the gauntlets’ carbonfibre plates...

Almost as if -

Joker’s eyes widen. Oh.

Ohhhh.

So, that’s what’s got him all zoned out tonight. Joker’s first instinct, of course, is to laugh.

But even as the giggles geyser from his mouth, crackling off the alley’s leaning redbrick walls, his mind whirls uneasily in on itself. Batman was off his game. Batman was vulnerable. Batman was weak. In fact, Gotham’s caped crusader is still favouring his right leg, though Joker should never have gotten close enough to steal one of Batsy’s cute little bat-shaped blades and jam it into his calf.

He can smell out the problem, sure as the heavy, oiled scent of Batsy’s kevlars sticks to his bloody knuckles. Batman’s got the horn - and if that ain’t hilarious, Joker doesn’t know what is.

But it also cannot stand. Batsy’s condition is weakening him, to the point where some other lowlife from the criminal underworld might be able to take him out. That’s hardly an appropriate finale for their dans macabre! No - Joker refuses to accept this.

Something must be done.

Here’s the thing: Batsy ain’t exactly unpopular with the ladies. He’s got the damn Cat always hanging off his arm, and that Amazonian chick with the whip always stands reaaaal close when the Justice League assembles. Men, too - hell, Joker’s had more than one little talk with Lexie about how he needs to keep Supes away from Joker’s man. But Bats can’t let go with them, can he? Can’t use them hard and brutal, all that strength and fury unleashed on the person beneath him.

Sure, ol’ Supes could withstand it physically. But mentally? Bats wants to maintain that relationship. Wants all his friends - lovers, family, whatever - to see him as the epitome of control. Not a rabid, ravening bat-beast who will take what he wants with violence. And as much as Joker would love to watch Batsy break and tear the lot of his so-called friends apart, tragically, he knows Batman is far too likely to end himself - and their dance - early.

Thankfully, Joker is always happy to help his darling be the best version of himself he can be! Why, this will practically a public service! The city needs Batman!

He needs Batman.

To be strong. To be sure. To stop him, before he destroys this whole big, ugly joke of a world.

So, he grins at Batman, blows him a kiss, and runs. The next morning, there’s a knock at the door of Wayne Manor...

#batjokes #batman x joker #joker x batman #batman #joker #the joker #my fic #my art #bruce wayne

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years

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Day 17: Brambles

10/17: Brambles

Universe // Characters: Den of Thieves - IT Reader // Benny “Borracho” Magalon x IT Reader

Rating: Explicit

Benjamin “Borracho” Magalon is sharp. His slicked back hair, hawkish nose, goatee, tattoos. His eyes are sharp, attuned to pick out details around him, forget big picture bullshit. His words are sharp, when he decides to use them. When asked for information on a crime scene, he’s quick and concise with the facts. When asked a question by the brass, his answers are mostly one word. When getting busted on by the guys, his retorts are quick flicks of sarcasm and low blows.

Everything about him is honed like a razor’s edge, safe if you rub your thumb over it one way but incredibly damaging if you don’t. He likes being this way. When you’re sharp, people are cautious of you, keeping you at arms length to keep themselves from being cut and hurt. Even the guys in Major Crimes handle him cautiously in the bullpen but not when they’re all out in the field. They use him like a knife: sheathed until needed then wielded with abandon.

You apparently have missed the memo completely.

He hears noise coming from the server room and goes to investigate because it’s a slow day and he’s tired of listening to guys share their conquest of the flavor of the week stories. As he gets closer, he hears a variety of beeps and then a muttered “fuck.” Peering into the room, he sees you sitting on the floor, a laptop balanced on one knee and a handheld device in your hand scanning for something.

“Did you try turning it off and on again?” he quips.

But then karma knocks him on his ass swiftly. You turn your head surprised at his sudden appearance, and you’ve got a small flashlight in your mouth. Your lips are wrapped around the cylinder and your cheeks hollow when you spit it out and drop it on the floor. All his blood rushes southward at the sight and the innocent, wide-eyed look you give him isn’t helping matters either.

“Can I help you?”

He glances around looking for the guys or video cameras. Surely he’s getting pranked. Or else he just walked on the set of a very poorly funded porno. This actually has Big Nick written all over it, he’s sure of it. Well, if he’s having a joke played on him, he’s going to take it as far as he can.

“Maybe. I’m a little bigger than that flashlight though.”

It takes you a minute to understand the innuendo but when you do, you roll your eyes. “Disgusting.”

The realization that this isn’t a prank hits him like a cold bucket of water. Before he can apologize, you slam the door shut in his face before going back to your work. He shoves his hands in his pockets and heads back to the bullpen, trying to shrug the nagging feeling of guilt.

He’s sharp and you got nicked. But there was sharpness to you and he got nicked as well. Now you both know better for next time.

***

“Internet is down.”

“Again?”

“Z, call IT.”

“I ain’t calling down there again.”

Henderson laughs. “Oh that’s right, that little girl boxed your ears last week.”

Borracho lifts his head up and glances around at the guys. “What happened last week?”

“Z tried to ask that cute little IT girl out on a date last week,” Henderson is overcome with laughter for a couple beats. “And what did she say to you, man? ‘Not if you were dipped in-”

Tony Zappata is not used to being turned down by women and this is evident by the glare he’s giving Henderson. “I actually offered her a bite of my sub and she said no.”

“Actually,” Connors chimes in, “She said ‘not if you skipped it to me across a pool of antiseptic.’”

Seems like Borracho isn’t the only sharp one. He picks up the phone and calls down to the IT department.

“Dan in IT.”

“Magalon in Major Crimes. Internet is down up here.”

He sighs. “I’ll send MIT back up.”

Back up. It might be you so he heads over to the server room and sure enough, you turn the corner with your laptop and bag of equipment. You have white headphones wrapped around your neck with some kind of podcast playing through the speakers. You tap one side of the headphones and the talking stops. You glare at him as you approach the server room so Borracho holds up his hands.

“I’m sorry about last time.”

“Really?”

“I thought the guys were setting me up. Playing a prank.”

You open the door and prop it open. “What made you think that?”

“Because you’re too cute to be a computer nerd.”

You’re back to glaring at him but Borracho stands by what he said and holds your stare. You eventually sigh in defeat and turn towards the servers.

“Why do they call you MIT?”

You give him an incredulous look. “Because I graduated from MIT.”

“Wow. That’s impressive.”

You glance over your shoulder before opening your laptop and pulling up a diagnostic program. “So which one of the Major Crimes guys are you?”

“Borracho.”

“The drunk?”

“You know Spanish?”

“Born and raised in LA, yeah, I know Spanish.” You hit a couple of buttons. “I’m not going to call you a drunk, so what’s your real name?”

He’s sharp but so are you. Iron sharpens iron. “Benny.”

You reach behind one of the server boxes and snap a wire back into place. “There we go. Loose cable. Internet is back on for you guys.”

He watches you close your laptop and stand up, dusting off your jeans. “So what’s your name.”

You smile at him. “MIT works for now.”

***

Borracho stops by the server room a couple days later and unplugs the cord that you had fixed. He goes to the bullpen but hears Henderson calling down to IT, apparently giving whoever is on the other end of the line some grief. Borracho turns on his heel and goes back to the server room. He’s propping open the door when you come around the corner.

“Again, Benny?”

He shrugs. “Looks that way. Was thinking I was going to try to fix it.”

“Oh, you have a degree from MIT now?”

“Yeah, course I do.” He grins and points to his neck. “That’s where I got this tat.”

You laugh, a genuine soft sound, before going into the room. He has to remind himself that he’s sharp and needs to be careful with you. He’s not sure when it happened, but he likes you. You’re pretty, sweet, and smart. You’re sharp but only when you need to be. Genuinely, you’re soft. And his palms itch to find out just how soft you really are. He wants to kiss you, feel your perfect mouth against his. He wants to feel how you would fit in his arms, underneath him, staring down at him.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, get you caught in the brambles of who he is. You’ll only emerge with cuts and scrapes that will heal but will leave you scarred. He’s sharp and he doesn't want to leave his mark on you.

“Benny?”

He snaps out of his thoughts just in time to see your toe catch on your equipment bag and send you stumbling towards him. He instinctively reaches out and catches you as you crash against his chest. Details start gathering in his brain: the nervous flex of your fingers in his flannel shirt, the wild beating of your pulse in your neck, the nervous huff of a laugh that leaves your lips. Oh God, your lips.

You’re going to hate him, hit him and never come back up to the server room but he can’t help it. He kisses you and knowing this is the only time he’s going to have with you, he holds nothing back. He kisses your top lip, scrapes his teeth against your bottom one, and even risks sweeping your mouth with his tongue.

He feels you moan more than hears it, a vibration in your ribcage that his hands are holding. Your hands hold either side of his face and press him even closer to you. He feels your tongue slide against his and all his senses short out momentarily. Is this happening? Are you really kissing him back? Are you okay with this?

A door slams down the hall and you both jump back away from each other. You end up staring at each for half a heartbeat before you grab your bag and laptop and dart out of the room. He stands there for another moment before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“Fuck!”

***

Three days pass and Borracho can’t stop thinking of that kiss. He can still feel you under his hands, against his mouth. The guys are starting to notice he’s more surly than ever. He needs to get you out of his system. And if he can’t have you, then he’s going to have to find a replacement. Nick always gets more than enough girls for the post piss test party and maybe he’ll take advantage of that tomorrow. The door to the bullpen opens and there you are, eyes roving around the room. He can’t breathe.

“I figure with all the issues you guys have been having with the internet, I may as well show you how to do basic troubleshooting.” You look around at them. “Who’s the most reliable?”

Z stands up. “I am.”

“Sit down, Subway boy,” you snap and your eyes land on Borracho. “You up for the job?”

He’s sharp and he notices little details. He sees the minute smile that touches the corner of your mouth. You know exactly what you’ve just said and also know that you’re making him walk across the room to get out of the bullpen now that half his blood is on its way to his groin.

He’s in love with you, he realizes, at that exact minute.

He throws his pen down on the desk. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

You make a hasty retreat towards the server room, your pace picking up the closer you get. He hears you giggle when you swing the door open and stumble through it while he grabs the doorknob and closes it behind him, locking it for good measure. You’re on each other immediately, lips crashing together, hands pulling at clothes. Did he still have a condom in his wallet? Please let there be a condom in his wallet.

“Wait, wait a minute,” you whisper, pushing him away slightly.

He tries to refocus, calm down, but he just wants and it’s been so long since he’s felt this way, desperate and…not sharp. Your hands run over his chest, his shoulders, around his back. You smooth your palms over the planes of his body and it doesn’t hurt you. It hurts him though. He feels vulnerable, like you’re the one with the razor blade, getting ready to nick and slice and cause him to bleed. As he stares down at your face, lit with the blinking lights of the servers, your eyes searching his face for what, he has no idea, he realizes he would cut his own throat and bleed out for you if you wished for it.

But you’re too kind to ever wish that on him. You would sooner turn the blade on yourself than hurt him. He can see the apology you’re trying to muster, to offer for your abrupt departure the last time you were in here together. He knows the kind of person you are because he’s come across so many people that are your opposite. Criminals, party girls, girlfriends, ex-wife…coworkers, you are the antithesis of all of them.

“I’m sorry,” you finally manage to say. “For running out last time. I…got scared.”

He lets his hands drift down your arms, feeling the smooth skin against his fingertips. “I get it. I do.”

“I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships.”

He tries to not laugh at that. “You don’t have the best track record? I’d like to bet it’s better than mine, mamí.

Your smile is one of pure relief. “You’re different from the other guys.”

They’re grenades and he’s a dagger. They explode and cause as much damage as possible, not caring who gets caught in the explosion. He’s for up close and personal damage and does it well. That’s why he has to be more careful with you.

“You’re kinder than they are.”

He scoffs at that. “That’s not a word that’s usually used for me.”

“That’s because people don’t take the time to notice you. Or you don’t let them get close enough.” You press yourself closer to him. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Aren’t there any other boys closer to your age?” He doesn’t really know how old you are but you certainly look significantly younger than he is.

You wrinkle your nose. “None worth the time getting to know.”

Good enough for him. He leans down to kiss you again but stops. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-one.”

His heart almost stops. He’s forty-six. Fifteen years difference. That was definitely something to address. Later. Maybe this is all you want, a quickie in the server room. If he’s lucky, you’ll want a couple of them before you grow tired of the sullen, middle aged man and move on with a computer programmer who lives in the suburbs and telecommutes to Silicon Valley.

“Benny?”

He immediately refocuses back on you. “Yeah?”

Your hands go back to kneading the soft fabric of his flannel shirt. “Is this…I mean, are you okay…we can-”

He kisses you as sweetly as he can in the moment. He holds you gently, kisses you softly, and does everything in his power to keep from spinning you around and taking you against one of the single server boxes. He feels your lips curl into a smile against his and suddenly the game is back on for the two of you.

As sweet as your mouth is, he wants to taste all of you. He breaks away from your lips, and starts nipping and sucking on the column of your throat. Your hands are just as busy as his mouth as you tug his flannel off his shoulders and then pull his t-shirt over his head. You lean back and trail a hand down his chest, a small, deep groan coming from your throat. As if he needed any more encouragement to keep going.

He pulls your shirt off over your head before filling both his hands with your satin encased breasts. You were gorgeous. All soft skin, everywhere he touched was smooth, firm…young. He stops that train of thought by pulling your bra off and immediately drawing one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the hardening peak while you run your fingers through his hair and bite your lip to keep from making noise. He drops a hand to the button of your jeans and flicks it open, dragging the zipper down. You squirm just enough for him to get his hand inside your panties and his fingers slip easily through your folds.

“Dios mio, mamí,” he presses his cheek to the swell of your breast, “you’re so wet.”

You scrape your fingernails through his hair. “All for you. Can’t…can’t stop…”

He slides a finger inside of you. “What was that?”

The moan you give is full of sin. “Can’t stop thinking about you. About this.”

Benny returns to your mouth, kisses you with zero gentleness as he slides a second inside of you. He swallows down your moan as you try to spread your legs further apart. Your hand slips below the waistband of his jeans and firmly runs over his length. You break away from the kiss and smile up at him, eyes almost black with lust.

“You are a bit bigger than the flashlight.”

“Fuckin’ tease,” he grumbles as he pulls your jeans and underwear off in one movement.

You reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet, slipping the black and gold foil packet out and tearing it open.

“How did you know-”

You shrug. “You seem like a guy who’s always prepared.”

He pushes his pants and underwear down just low enough to roll the condom on before pulling you to the end of the server box and lining himself up. “You sure this is okay?”

You hook one of your legs around his hip and plant your other foot on the floor. “Yes, please.”

You keep eye contact with him as he pushes forward, easily sliding into you. He rests his forehead against yours as you both take a moment to adjust but the sounds you’re making, the quiet whimpers, almost send him over the edge right there. He either has to move or this is about to be over before it begins. But then you roll your hips and he takes that as his sign to move as well. You’re perfect. Your body fits perfectly against him, his hands molding perfectly to each curve and rise of you. You’re tight, but not uncomfortably so. He moves his head slightly so his lips brush your ear.

“Feels so good, like you were made for me.”

You don’t say anything but you shift, canting your hips at a different angle and then biting your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Does that feel good?” He’s murmuring nonsense, anything to stave off his orgasm and let this last for as long as possible. “You like feeling me inside of you?”

“God, yes. Please,” you gasp and dig your fingernails into the meat of his shoulder blades, “Please don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop if he wanted to at this point. “You’re going to come for me, mamí?”

You bury your face against his neck.

“Let me feel you come. I want to feel you co-” And he does. He feels you clench down on him, hard, and then your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm. He presses himself as deep as he can as he spills himself into the condom. In the back of his mind though, he wants to know what it feels like without that barrier, to come inside of you and watch it drip out. Maybe, if this continues to be more than just a once and done thing, you’ll let him. You’ll trust him enough to do that.

He peppers kisses along your neck before pulling out. Both of you set about cleaning up and getting re-dressed. He ties off the condom and drops it in the trash can in the corner of the room, while you cover it with the tissues you used to clean yourself up. When you’re both dressed and look more or less presentable, you lean forward and kiss him.

“Thank you.”

He kisses you back. “Thank you.”

“We should do this again sometime,” you smile up at him.

“I think we’re going to have to, considering you didn’t show me anything about troubleshooting the internet.”

You pick up your bag and laptop. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep coming up here whenever there’s a problem.”

Oh no. What a shame, he thinks to himself. He watches you unlock the door, give him one last smile, before leaving the room. He gives himself another moment, a chance to enjoy the dwindling lightening feeling under his skin before heading back into the bullpen.

Benjamin “Borracho” Magalon is sharp, but you, despite your intermittent sharpness, are ultimately soft. He only hopes you’re soft enough to bend when the blade passes over you so you won’t be cut.

#Hinky's October Fic Fest #benny magalon #benny borracho magalon #benny magalon x reader #benny magalong x you

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It’s cute to imagine the Scenario of Neil bleeding out on the field while playing and Andrew getting angrier and angrier because he sees the blood on Neil, and Andrew just wins the game for them?

He doesn’t let anyone make a shot.

He throws the ball into the other goal not once not twice but FIVE times

And now I’m going to write a short story for this.

E n j o y 🤍

Neil was darting across the field trying to get the ball. He knew he shouldn’t be going as hard at the beginning, but he felt so free and energized he didn’t care.

Neil goes to reach for the ball but he gets shoved into the wall with so much force from the other guy he could almost see stars, the guy immediately got a yellow card because of the unnecessary violence.

Abby, the foxes nurse immediately had Coach pull him off the field so she could look at him.

Andrew’s worried eyes followed him, inching to check on Neil, but Andrew knew if he moved now he wouldn’t be moving toward their side of the field but their opponents.

He squeezed his fists together, his fingers inching for his knife right now. It seemed that Andrew wasn’t the only one with this thought, half of the tear was glaring at the player who did this.

Neil brushed it off tho, telling Abby he was fine to play, but she always heard this from his mouth so she didn’t listen to him, so Neil stands up, gently brushing Abby, Renee, and Nicky off of him, as he grabbed his gear.

“Listen, if I don’t play right now I will lose it,” Neil didn’t even give them a chance to object he was already on the field getting in place. Everyone looked at him worryingly, but got in place. The only one noticing the blood on his face was Dan, but the game had already started so she couldn’t say anything until they reset.

Neil ran for the fall as his opponents tried to shot but Kevin was able to catch it in time and run off the other way.

Neil turns to run, but he hears his name for the gritted teeth of his goalie. Neil tries to place the stick in his hand in front of him, but he knew Andrew could see all the blood running down his face.

“Neil…” Andrew warns, feeling his body temp rising as he watches the blood run down Neils face.

“Why are you still on this field?” He demands stalking toward Neil, forgetting all about his position on the field, for the boy he loved.

Luckily, when Neil looked to the other side, Kevin was tossing the ball to Dan.

Andrew grabs the base of Neils mask, forcing Neil to look at him.

Andrew could only see red. Literally and metaphorically.

Blood covered Neils face, but Neil pulls back, shaking his head at Andrew, who was now planning an exy players murder, maybe two if Neil doesn’t get off the field to get help, like he should have been doing this whole time.

“Andrew, I know it looks bad-“ Andrew cut the idiotic player off.

“Bad? You have fucking blood everywhere,”

“If I don’t play I’ll lose it, I need to be here, and I am staying on this field, I don’t care what anyone says right now.” Neil was benched from the last two games because of his injures and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t play this one.

Neil yanks himself away from the goally harder than he met to and starts backing up to go help his team.

“I’ll sit and listen to you bitch about this later, but if you make me leave this field right now-“ Neil knew he didn’t need to finish the airless threat for Andrew to understand what he was saying, Andrew wanted to object badly, he knew one look from him to their coach and Neil would be pulled, but he hates when Neil loses his cool more, he doesn’t happen often, if actually ever, but when it does it scares everyone including Andrew, so Andrew angerily goes back to his place.

Everyone could see how angry the goalkeeper was, but no one said anything as he didn’t allow anyone to make a goal tonight.

Andrew even scored the winning points. Causing everyone to cheer and run to the end to meet him, but Andrew was already stalking toward Neil. Andrew grabs him by the elbow, fingers digging in Neils skin a little to hard as he shoves him off the field and into the medical box.

“If he comes out of this room still bleeding I will lose my shit.” Andrew storms out of the room, detoured to the locker room where he quickly throws off his gear and grabs his knife. He had to deal with that scumbag.

Kevin enters the room, realizing what was happening and immediately changed and followed silently behind Andrew. He knew he couldn’t stop him, but he knew if Andrew needed help he needed to be there.

It didn’t take Andrew long to find the player who did it to his boy, he grabs him by the shoulder slamming him into the wall.

“You think you’re tough playing like that?” The player goes to say something, but when he feels the knife cutting his playing arm he grunts in pain.

“This is the only warning you get, you mess with my striker again, and I will kill you.” Andrew leaves one more cut along his wrist, before punching him directly in the face, insuring he has to deal with exactly what Neil has to now, before he goes back to his team, still pissed off.

Neil runs into Andrew and Kevin on the way back, but the look on Andrews face he doesn’t want to ask.

“I’ll deal with you when we get home.” Andrew growls passing by Neil angrily.

Neil knew what this meant too.

He wasn’t going to be sleeping tonight.

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[readthrough] foxhole court

Um... I heard this is a young adult book so I began reading it. but the themes it deals with seems so heavy what??? From hints of abuse, violence, identity fraud??? Who tf is Neil running away from. um I thoughts it was just a cute book about made-up sports... So why does this dude have a knife ready to stab his teammate in the ribs😭 HELLO????

The practice session is hell.. sports are hellish enough for the determined... Usually sports in the books I read aren't this detailed, then again that's mostly because I read romance sports not strictly sports book with a sprinkle of romance (I don't think this one is a romance)

noooOOOOO sign of abuse... Foxes are messed up and it's gonna be angsty... Found family please? 🥲 "I'll take care of this, you take care of you."

Andrew is creeping me out😭 I'm sorry why did he keep a knife under his arm at all times

Kevin you rude ass

Not gonna lie the story so far gives off thriller mystery's vibes instead of college sports books. There's a lot of baggage here and there sprinkled with violences

This low-key feels like blue lock... Like the sport is THAT serious. Someone is out here hunting a sports player... Wtf is Riko did in the past... Is he part of the mafia or something... As

He's indeed a part of Japanese mafia I...😭

I dont know if I'm suitable to read this one, please there's just a lot and I'm more of a vanilla guy when it comes to stories... Neil🥲

Matt is a cutie what can I say... I'm excited to meet the girls as well!!!!

I LOVE LOVE LOVE RAGTAGS TEAMS... PURE SHONEN TROPES... everyone is so creative....

Alright. Here's how I will faction the Foxes:

Anger and Chaos: Seth, Andrew, Neil, Allison

Cold and Apathy: Kevin, Aaron, Neil(kinda)

Lively the Sun: Matt, Nicky, Renee, Neil(hopefully soon trust)

Well adjusted: Dan, Neil(he has to be to a degree to survive)

Why is everyone on each others throats damn CHILL it's not that serious...(it is for them) can we just BREATHE... coach wymack why do we even bother.... This is a mess

Neil's first gift🥲😭 I LOVE SUBTLE AFFECTIONS.....

I understand why there's this term "I can fix him." Because, the appeal of it. Ughh okay Andrew... I don't even like possessive tropes WHY DOES THIS ONE WORKS ON ME

Please don't tell me that the gang is spiking Neil's soda... Can one spike a soda? I don't drink so idk.

SEEE... fuck me this gang is shitty. Also fuck Andrew. He's messed up in so many ways he's unsalvageable. WAIT... THEY HAVE BEEN DOING THIS BEFORE? TO OUTSIDERS... 💀

Bro... This is so uncomfortable to read. I don't have the guts to stomache this... I should've read content warnings before reading this book. Nicky is doing outright noncon with that kiss...

Yeah fuck this group actually screw them all. Whatever the reason for this thing is it better be good. I fucking hate it here. thank you COAHCH WYMACK oh my goodness.

Whatever is it with Andrews lunatic loyalty to Kevin doesn't really justify drugging Neil like that and him being harassed??? Hmmm I still haven't seen an apology

Seeing Neil being passed around with the other Foxes is nice to see. Like a montage of how Neil's current dynamic was at this point. Wouldn't be surprised if they made it happen again as a callback. It's cute.

...frankly speaking I didn't like that Neil willingly returned to Columbia with Andrews pack. Dan and Matt was the only sane person in this team... I can understand the whole Columbia outing with the purpose if Andrew want to made sure Neil isn't bringing harm to the group. But then why was Nicky kissing him...?

Overall. I. I really liked the dynamics between characters and how they bounce. this sports shit is SERIOUS. AND YOU WILL DIE! it's like sports shonen manga because the characters are really vibrant... And i like it. (I like haikyuu :g)

And um. Um... Is Seth really dead...? he hasn't even gotten a character arc!!!!!!! He was warming up to Neil, the back clap when Neil scored, and nights bantered along watching movie with Matt. WHAT IS HAPPENIGN

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Screw me I finished all trilogy... I am having brainrot and withdrawal...

#the foxhole court #readingrams

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ask game

favorite thing about them

his character arc! i like how he personally resolved to become stronger, but never truly becomes free from his worries. strength and bravery isnt being free of worries

least favorite thing about them

in ssb brawl they kinda made him... act pathetic in subspace emissary.

favorite line

"N-n-n-no! He didn't take dad's homemade knife to go into the mountains to kill the Drago!" like dude you tried so hard to lie and yet. and yet.

brOTP

probably with the rest of the party in-game. they're great pals and i love their friendship! they have a fun dynamic :D

OTP

nothing comes to mind. i mean i have a crossover ship with a friend but nobody would understand LOL

nOTP

other than the obvious? w/ ness. i headcanon them as like siblings so i cant ship it anymore </3

random headcanon

he's roomies with ness and the ice climbers in the smash manor!

unpopular opinion

i think he still deserves to be shy and gentle. again, strength and bravery have nothing to do with kindness and shyness.

also i think he hates wario after subspace emissary LMAO

song i associate with them

...apparently i dont even have a playlist for him. well. take the theme of love instead

favorite picture of them

there's like no official art of him :') sorry

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ask game

favorite thing about them

the way she's so shy but still snarky and it's not jarring. it's so funny jndsfjknkds

least favorite thing about them

how little content there is of her :') she's best girl what are you guys talking about

favorite line

she has a lot of fun lines hmmm. how about fav interaction? in which case it's the one with her, emu, and rui in the wonderland sekai; she says the flowers' faces scrunch up when you startle them, kind of like the face emu makes when she eats a sour food. when emu demonstrates she starts laughing and auugh its so cute <3

brOTP

w/ rui. i think they just chill

OTP

w/ wonderlands x showtime as a whole! all three of the others. i think polyam wxs has a super cute and funny dynamic. nenekasa? hilarious. emunene? adorable. ruinene? childhood friends to lovers. fsr this is the only way i can see her ending up in a romantic relationship with either of the boys and while i dont know why i just ADORE polyam wxs

nOTP

nothing really comes to mind? i havent seen a ship that made me go "yikes no"

random headcanon

she's a tsundere LMAO. she gets flustered when ppl are nice to her. full on "shut up b-b-baka"

unpopular opinion

i dont really have one

song i associate with them

other than the songs she actually sings? Games by Kira! wlw love story about two girls falling in love over video games. also it's vocaloid, so bonus points

favorite picture of them

i have a few, under the cut they go!

all images have id in alt text

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aftgandotherbooks · 3 years

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headcannon that Matt and Neil have art sundays where they have a pile of built up art equipment where they listen to music and do art together to destress

it started when Neil had a major panic attack after practice one Wednesday afternoon and ran for 3 hours straight without realising and everyone threw a giant search party to try and find him

no one wanted to admit how much it reminded them of Baltimore

so while Neil was laying on his bed recovering from the panic attack and the loss of feeling in his legs, Matt entered the room (Andrew sitting on the window bench having not left Neil’s since he was found on the sidewalk halfway to Columbia that night)

“hey buddy, I know you need to rest but I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping this weekend with me? I need to get some stuff and thought you might be interested to come along” Matt had said.

turns out, Matt wanted to get some acrylic paints at a small arts and crafts store five minutes away from campus to add to his growing collection (hidden under their bunk bed after Seth once found a watercolour paint set next to Matt’s bed and didn’t stop laughing and going on about how ‘girly’ art was).

Neil was overwhelmingly confused at the range of knowledge and understanding Matt had about the millions of types of colours, what types of brushes to use, what in the flying f**k is a painting palette knife??.

Matt- “Hey bud, can you grab me a tube of burnt umber oil paint?”

Neil- “A what amber?”

Matt- “ooooh I really want to try gauche, I heard it’s similar to watercolour but it’s so different”

Neil- “gu...ash? Gatch? Gwass?”

by the end of the shopping trip (two bags full of art supplies Matt insisted were for himself, but were really for his best buddy Neil and his fraying mental state) Neil was left with too many questions and a whole other perception of who he thought Matt was.

turns out, when Matt first got over his drug addiction, his mum sent him to weekly art classes for therapy and for Matt to use his hands in a way that is gentle and precise to counter the aggression he uses when learning to box. Matt stopped his weekly art sessions when he started university because he was too focused on not getting addicted to drugs again. 3 years later when seeing Neil starting to become overwhelmed with the lack of sleep from his nightmares, he thought that maybe art will help Neil as much as it helped Matt.

spoiler alert -> it did.

That Sunday when they got home, Matt dragged Neil to the small living room of the dorm Matt and Aaron now shared, placed a sheet of plastic on the floor (after throwing all the discarded clothes and shoes out of the way) and made Neil sit down beside it while he set a canvas on four small cups.

Matt explained acrylic pouring to Neil, showing him dozens of YouTube videos of tutorials and tips. They then mixed all the paints with the pouring medium. Matt made Neil choose the colours (Neil being the original one he is chose orange, black and a little brown like Andrew’s eyes, Matt added some gold to the final pouring cup as well for ✨aesthetic✨ purposes)

then the pouring begun. Matt’s insides slowly started coming apart while watching his always tense and alert best friend become absolutely transfixed on how the paint formed beautiful patterns and cells. It was like Neil’s anxiety was shut off for the hour they were making art.

Andrew also noticed how tranquil Neil had become compared to how he was just a few hours before when Neil went to their room that afternoon. He himself started to relax a little more knowing the one person who understood him more than anyone else had found something that can ease his anxiety in a healthy way.

Art Sunday’s became a regular part of Matt and Neil’s routine. As soon as the cousins, Neil and Kevin would come back from Columbia, Neil would head straight to Matt’s dorm where Matt would be waiting with a new art project set up.

Arts and crafts projects they’ve tried out:

-watercolour painting (Neil does not have the patience for the amount of layers needed, especially since he has a habit of never fully cleaning the brushes and his paintings always ending up a muddy brown colour)

-clay flower pot making (the first pot Neil made was in the shape of a fox, and it was actually really life-like. He gave it to Abby, who’s house may as well be a forest with the amount of house plants she owns Neil ends up loving clay pot making so much that he regularly makes flower pots for Abby who eventually starts giving some of them to Betsy since she does not have enough space left in her house)

-embroidery (Matt ended up having to call Abby for medical aide since his big burly hands got in the way and he accidentally stabbed himself with a needle when trying to make a cute rose design for Dan to hang in her dorm)

-Oil painting (Andrew refused to be anywhere close to Neil if he didn’t shower enough times to get the smell of turps out of his fingers because the idiot decided to ruin his hands by finger painting and using turps to soften some areas of the painting)

even after they were graduated, Matt and Neil still made time (an hour each Sunday) where they would video call and do fun arts and crafts which helped maintain their already strong friendship.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #andreil #matt.boyd.supremacy.#matt boyd #Matt x Neil #broship #best friends forever #art Sunday’s #headcannon #aftg headcanon #taans headcannons

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incandescentflower · 2 years

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coda of sinking into the depths of you

full fic on AO3

The loud crack of a gunshot echoes through Dan’s mind as his eyes flick open. It is so sharp, for a moment he thought he actually heard it and it wasn’t in his dreams. But there are no other sounds as his consciousness comes into focus, except…a soft rhythmic noise.

Yok. He is lying next to Dan, quietly, but distinctly, snoring. It’s cute and also calming. Dan is here next to Yok, not back in his nightmares, in a past he can’t erase, in a wrong he cannot right.

But no, that is still here. He is still there. But it has gotten less sharp, less like a knife buried deep in his gut, radiating aching bolts of pain. Now more dull, still ever present, but something has wrapped itself around it, made it easier to breathe, to hold on.

Yok seems to smile even in his sleep. Dan stares at him for a while, letting his heartbeat settle, still trying to understand what makes Yok able to look at all the pitch black of the world and still focus on the brightness on the horizon.

It is a stupid impulse when he lets his finger lightly touch Yok’s face. Despite the fact that Yok often feels unreal, he isn’t just something made up, someone Dan just wished into being. He is with Dan. His own light in the shadows.

But still, Dan feels the need to seek out confirmation, gently moving his finger over the lines in his forehead, by his eyes, around his mouth, where that bright smile comes to light whenever Yok looks at Dan. And he dies a little inside each time knowing he doesn’t truly deserve it.

But Dan wants to. He wants to be the man that Yok sees. He wants to be as strong and as capable of doing what is right as Yok believes. He will be. Because it is what should be. Because it is how Dan will make amends. And because it is what Yok deserves.

He leans down and kisses Yok’s lip gently, hoping that a brief kiss goodnight might allow Dan to settle back in, encircled in Yok’s protective embrace.

Yok’s face twitches a bit as Dan pulls back. Yok's eyes shine in the dark, the outside glow from the window catching on the light always inside him.

“Phi,” Yok says, his hand already cupping Dan’s face carefully. “What’s wrong?”

Dan wonders for a minute how Yok always seems to know, seems to understand Dan better than he even understands himself. “Just a bad dream,” he says. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not allowed here,” Yok says, sitting up, looking deep into Dan’s eyes as if he could see all that had been playing out in Dan’s mind. “Not with me.”

Dan laughs at such a foolish notion. It isn't like these nightmares are new, but waking up and finding Yok there, the ache in his chest subsiding so quickly, that is. “I think my brain just needs some time to catch on,” Dan says.

“Okay, well let me help give it the message then,” Yok says, patting his chest. Dan almost doesn’t understand the gesture at first, until Yok does it again and moves his arm to scoop Dan closer, bringing him in to rest his head against him, solid and secure. Dan can hear Yok’s heart thudding, steady and strong. And it helps Dan relax a bit more.

Yok trails his fingertips down Dan’s arm. Little strokes, slow and constant. Every motion sinking into Dan’s skin, settling into his bones. And Dan knows as he drifts into Yok’s touch, no matter what is happening, no matter where Dan’s mind roams, Yok is there, right by his side.

And Dan can finally rest.

#not me the series #not me #not me fic #danyok #nightmares #hurt comfort #ficlet #fic coda #my fic

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darkblueboxs · 3 years

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The Words that Cut

AKA "nine times Andrew was called pretty and hated it + one time he didnt"

Read here or on AO3

Summary:

“I used to think it would have been easier,” Andrew says. The words cost him more than Neil can know, but Bee says it’s important to get better at these things. If he wants to keep Neil, anyway. “If I looked different.”

There's a lot he leaves out of that sentence.

“Just look at him! Isn’t he precious?!” The stranger’s hand comes out of nowhere, pinching Andrew’s cheek and tugging. Be on your best behaviour, his case worker had warned him. And maybe this time it’ll stick. Andrew isn’t sure he wants it to. He keeps his gaze fixed on his scuffed sneakers, shoelaces trailing because he still hasn’t gotten the hang of the knots. Until the hand pinching his face forces him to look up.

“And gosh, look at those eyes!” The latest in Andrew’s never-ending line of foster parents doesn’t look so different from the rest. Her face is too close, and Andrew can smell her breath when she speaks, sharply tinged with tobacco. He wrinkles his nose, and she frowns. “Now, now, none of that. We don’t want to spoil that pretty little face, do we?” And she punctuates the question with another hard pinch to his cheek. Andrew bares his teeth, and she smiles. “Much better. Don’t you look beautiful!”

Then Andrew sinks his teeth into her hand, and she starts to scream instead.

…and this is Andrew! He’s going to be staying with us for a while. You’ll make sure your new foster brother feels very welcome, won’t you? Now both of you stand together, I want to take a photograph of my two handsome boys…

Andrew’s hook-up tucks himself back into his grey prison-standard joggers, panting heavily.

“Fuck,” he says, which just about sums it up.

Andrew wipes his hand off, keeping his eyes fixed on the grey expanse of wall behind the other boy’s head.

“That was hot,” he continues, as though Andrew cares. He got what he wanted from the encounter: now all he wants to be is alone.

“Go away.”

He flicks a significant look downwards, smirking. “C’mon, you really want me to leave you like this?”

Andrew grabs him by the neck and shoves him back against the wall, forcing his gaze away from his body. “I said go away.”

Instead of showing any sign of fear, his pupils dilate as he leans into the pressure of Andrew’s hand around his neck. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He reaches for Andrew, and Andrew’s mind goes black with rage.

He does not lay a hand on Andrew again.

“Look. Over there, by the lockers. No, no, don’t make it obvious!”

“No way! He looks just like Aaron. But also kind of cuter?”

“Are you crazy? They have the same face!”

“Yeah, but he’s got like, a bad-boy mystique. You heard he just got out of prison, right? Think he has a girlfriend yet?”

“Ew, Tracy.”

“Ask him for me. Please? I’ll do your math homework for the rest of the week.”

A girl with curly brown hair and freckles appears at Andrew’s shoulder as he slams his locker shut.

“My friend thinks you’re cute.”

Andrew doesn’t even bother with a perfunctory glance in the girl’s direction. “Your friend can fuck off.”

She looks affronted for all of a second before her lips curl downwards. “Whatever, jackass.”

Andrew isn’t quite out of earshot by the time she returns to her friend.

“Forget about it, Tracy. His brother is hotter anyway.”

Andrew’s hands clench into fists of their own accord. When they try to approach Aaron after practice, Andrew makes it clear what happens to anyone who shows interest in his brother.

Andrew hears his cousin’s screams before he even rounds the corner to see him splayed on the cobblestones, his nightclub attire torn and muddied with boot prints. Men circle him like vultures, teeth bared, eyes shining with mad hunger. Andrew has seen that look before too many times. Nicky’s attackers smirk as Andrew approaches, but the slouch of their shoulders says they don’t see him as a threat. It’s the last mistake they’ll ever make.

“Andrew, run,” Nicky says, words thickened by puffy, bleeding lips. His face has been beaten so badly it’s not even clear where the blood is coming from.

One of the men laughs. “Who is this, your boyfriend? Come on, baby, we can make you look just as pretty as your bitch over there.”

Andrew steps forward, knife in hand.

“Huh,” says Nicky on Andrew’s first night home with meds swirling through his system. “You actually have a really cute smile, Andrew.”

Grinning, Andrew puts his fist through a wall, and nothing more is said on the matter.

“The Foxes’ deadliest investment.” The journalist thrusts a microphone so close to Andrew’s face he practically inhales it. “And certainly one of their cutest! Andrew Minyard, do you have anything to say to your growing legion of fans? I’m sure all the girls want a piece of you, and I can’t say I blame them!”

Andrew bares his teeth. False laughter bubbles up within him, and he clenches his jaw to keep it in his throat. “How do my fans feel about disembowelment?”

The journalist is less eager to take his picture after that.

“C’mon, Renee, you can tell us. Are you really just fighting down there? Or are you getting another kind of action, if you catch my drift?”

“Allison…”

“Don’t answer her, Renee, she’s just trying to win her bet.”

“Can’t I just be interested? I mean, can you imagine it? I mean, sure, Minyard’s pretty in his own psychotic way, but the height. It’s gotta be an issue, right? Unless you’re really into small-”

“ALLISON!”

Andrew knocks at the door, saving his ears from any more of their gossiping. “Renee.”

“Coming!” Renee picks up her water bottle, relief washing her features while Dan and Allison choke on their laughter behind her.

Hello, handsome, says an impossible voice at his ear. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Oh, Luther, Andrew thinks as the bottle collides with the side of his head. I’m going to kill you.

He catches Neil poking at his scars in the bathroom mirror, digging his fingers into the darkened patches hard enough to scratch half-moons into the healing skin. His eyes meet Andrew’s in the reflection. All Andrew has to do is raise an eyebrow, and it’s as though Neil hears the question before he even has to formulate it.

“They’re distinctive,” he says by way of an answer.

“So?”

“Not exactly anonymous,” Neil huffs.

Andrew steps forward until he is lined up along Neil’s back, glaring at his reflection over his shoulder. “You have no need for anonymity.”

“I know,” Neil says, still glaring at his reflection. “And I’m glad I don’t look like my father anymore, but…”

“Vanity doesn’t suit you, Josten.”

Neil sighs. “Easy for you to say.”

Andrew’s hands, which have come to rest on Neil’s waist, stop. He wills them not to clench. “What does that mean?”

The tips of Neil’s ears redden. “You know.”

“I don’t.”

“I mean, it’s not like you have anything to worry about. Not when you’re so-”

“No.” There’s no inflection in his tone, but Neil hears the urgency anyway.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Andrew lets his hands fall back to his sides, flexing the tremors from them.

There’s a lot he leaves out of that sentence. The burning after-effect of hands pinching his cheeks, pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy, over and over like a mantra that dug itself into his chest and festered there. The days where even the prickle of someone’s eyes on him made him want to vomit. The nights he considered turning the blades on his face instead of his arms in the hope of making himself too ugly to stomach.

He doesn’t say it, but the subtle shift in Neil’s gaze says that he doesn’t have to.

“Probably not,” Neil says. It isn’t offered as a consolation – Neil knows better where Andrew is concerned – but from understanding. “It’s never because of us. It’s because of them.”

Andrew leans into Neil once more, letting his chin come to rest on his shoulder. Their eyes meet in the reflection. “Probably not,” Andrew echoes, and Neil’s lips twitch. Something that has been tied up in Andrew’s chest for far too long pulls and untangles. “Distinctive isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

Neil’s lips twitch again, the movement blossoming into a lobsided half-smile that does terrible things to Andrew’s self-control. “Are you calling me pretty?”

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”

“Oh.” Neil leans his head to the side so that it bumps against Andrew’s. “Well. You too.”

And, because it’s here and now and most importantly Neil, this time the words don’t cut. Andrew swallows them with a curt nod and leans into the kiss that follows, and everything that comes after. *

#andreil #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg #tfc #my fic #andrew minyard #check ao3 for content warnings

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aftgficlibrary · 3 years

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Are there any AUs where renison or lailalverez is the main pairing?

there are quite a few but here you go -maz

renison:

Before All I Heard Was Silence by moonqueerdom (T | 7,430 | 1/1)

Allison's eyes widened and her face burned immediately, spreading to her neck and the tips of her ears. "Oh my gosh, Renee," she lowered her face and covered it with her hands.

Renee chuckled. "She is beautiful when she blushes, ok noted."

"Oh my gosh, Walker, stop that," Allison's voice was too wobbly and high-pitched even for her own ears, and there was a grin threatening to pop on her lips.

About to disappear in the afterlife, Allison Reynolds meets Renee Walker, who was ready to change her life even after death.

Last Café by uberimmortal (M | 4,802 | 1/1)

Like every weekend for the past year, Renee finds herself on a Saturday morning in front of the Last Cafe. She takes a deep breath, key still in her hand, shivering from the autumn breeze as she tries to muster up some energy to open the door. The sun is just beginning to poke over the horizon, lighting up the city in a blue haze, not close enough to this side of the earth to provide any real warmth. One by one street lamps flicker until they turn off completely.

The Gracekeepers by wishbonetea (M | 112,116 | 20/20)

The sea has flooded the earth. Allison lives on a circus boat, floating between the scattered islands that remain and trading dazzling and death-defying feats for food from the islanders. Renee lives alone in a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean, with only the birds and fish for company. As penance for her past, she works as a gracekeeper, tending the graves of those who die at sea. A storm brings them together, but under clear skies they must part. When one of the Foxes goes missing, Renee joins to help. It’s meant to be a temporary escape, but Allison might be a reason to stay.

⁂

An AU of Kirsty Logan's The Gracekeepers.

she's got lips like wine not sugar by IzzyAguecheek (Not Rated | 8,561 | 1/1)

The coffee shop was mostly empty the first time Allison came in. It was too early for most people, specially on a Sunday, when most people didn’t have work and therefore didn’t need to stop by to grab a coffee to wake up. Allison, however, didn’t strike Renee as the type of girl to drink coffee before a shift at some boring company. She looked more like someone who had stayed up all night and now was trying to fight off a hangover with caffeine.

Dan was late, per usual, so Renee and Andrew were the only employees working. Andrew took one look at the car parked outside, right in front of the window, and firmly turned his back on the girl sitting at the corner booth.

“You take that one”, he decided.

(or: Renee works at a coffee shop, and, when Allison becomes a regular there, she is absolutely in love. It's just a Renison Coffee Shop AU.)

counting my blessings by quensty (T | 10,354 | 1/1)

The last letter is from Wymack.

Allison, it says. Forest Falls, California, has been having problems with a robber. Dan and Matt are too far, and Neil and Andrew are already working a job in Nevada. Get on it. -DW

“Motherfucker,” Allison says.

Real Gravity by loose_canon (T | 1,723 | 1/1)

RECORDED 04:08, PILGRIMAGE YEAR 1584 DAY 29

[begin message]

Hey, Mom. You’re probably watching this and thinking about how much you want to kick my ass right now. Well, my butt, because you don’t say words like “ass,” much less think them. Anyway, I know you’re mad at me. I’m the ungrateful daughter who hijacked an emergency pod and zipped off into space in the middle of the eclipse service like a dumbass—sorry, dumbbutt—with another girl because I just had to go and open myself to the spirit of lesbianism. I’m not gonna lie, I’m mad just like you are. Part of me wants to just say that the spirit is a good fucking time and be on my way. But I need you need to know that I’m losing something, too.

A sci-fi one shot: Allison leaves a final message for her mother after she and Renee escape the generation ship they grew up on.

On Dragon's Wings (Under the Blue) by tinystreetlamp (T | 8,417 | 3/3)

For hundreds of years the six kingdoms coexisted in peace due to a magical contract that prevents violence between them. Ever since Allison's brother Jean was kidnapped by Riko she has wanted to lead her armies to war against the Island of Night, but the contract prevents her from doing so. When crown prince Nathaniel arrives and asks for sanctuary, Allison sees her chance to unite four of the kingdoms against Riko and rain down her vengeance upon him.

(How to seduce a pirate: drag her underwater unexpectedly)

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

vengeance and death by cthulu_sun (M | 2,446 | 1/1)

legend says you have wax-dipped wings and golden fingernails and knives made of the blood you have spilled. legend says you are not merciful.

in which renee is a tired guardian angel, finds the foxes, and falls in love.

a hundred jewels on throats by ghvsts (T | 3,226 | 1/1)

"have you seen the goddess from the seafoam," they whisper, "she is more beautiful than anything."

(in which seth is ares, renee is persephone, and allison has had enough)

fabrication of a grand scheme by cloudghost (T | 13,787 | 1/1)

Renee was silent for a while. Then, finally, she said, “I want to try going outside.”

“I thought you were scared.”

She hummed her assent. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do it.”

Since that was basically the philosophy Allison lived by, she nodded. Renee turned back around and met Allison’s gaze. In that moment, Renee looked unbreakable and unshakeable, like nothing that ended up in her way could ever stop her for long. Allison shivered.

Love You a Latte by ceilingfan5 (G | 8,465 | 1/1)

Allison's favorite barista is adorable Renee, so when she gets the news that she has to go on a terrible family vacation and bring an "appropriate plus-one", she decides to finally get herself uninvited from the rest of those events for all eternity. She and Renee go together, pretending to be a very much in love couple, stir shit up, and leave a lot closer than they ever expected. (Obviously they fall in love.) Allison may say "I decided love was fake a long time ago and it’d take a miracle to change my mind now,” but if anyone can be a miracle worker, it's Renee.

say you'll never harden to the world by orphan_account (T | 10,300 | 1/1)

Of course it’s when the knife finally doesn’t feel awkward in her hand anymore that Allison shows up.

Instead of the relaxed way she usually holds her wings, they’re pulled taut behind her back. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest and there’s a decidedly not pleased look on her face.

“Hey,” Natalie says, not interrupting the sequence of stabbing moves she’s been practicing. She has no time for the way seeing Allison makes her feel.

Safe – a joke. Not alone – Allison might not even be real. Cared about – impossible.

Those kinds of emotions aren’t meant for someone like her in the first place, and she’s not going to indulge them.

give me shelter or show me heart by hondayota (Not Rated | 4,720 | 3/3)

Renee had always thought of hope as a feeling, something she scraped out of her insides when she had nothing else to hold onto, but over the past months, hope had ceased to be a feeling and had become synonymous with Allison Reynolds.

the renison zombie au no one asked for

renee and allison are hella gay even when there's zombies

laila/alvarez:

It's Called Fashion Hunty. Look it up. by theKristastrophe (T | 15,440 | 8/8)

Sara works for a company that she doesn't hate but doesn't love either. So she sits at the bar with her two other best friends and tries to get through the work week.

When a fresh lawyer stumbles into thier weekly Rant Club, Sara knows she's in for a wild ride.

Featuring gratious eyerolling, snark, and everyone's favorite Foxes.

Buckle up kiddies. It's time to Sashay, Sashay, Sashay...

Come Close by tinystreetlamp (T | 10,932 | 1/1)

Sometime around 200 BC in Ancient Greece, in a world where the greek gods are real, Laila is a warrior from Sparta. During her first visit to Athens she meets not only Jeremy of Troy but also falls head over heels in love with Sara, a daughter of Apollo and local poet. But Sara is cursed, and soon the three cross the Mediterranean on a quest to break the curse and save Sara.

Sara means Sun by tinystreetlamp (M | 27,739 | 8/8)

Five years ago, ships with black and red sails appeared on the horizon and wiped out all of the royal family - except one. The Raven King conquered Coralia and is doing everything he can to stay in power. Jeremy of Troia, the rightful heir to his kingdom, has been in hiding for the past five years, but he found something worth fighting for.

Laila, an Elven Warrior and Jeremy's best friend, will do anything to protect him. Meeting a cute stranger isn't going to change that.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

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danwylds · 4 years

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Right okay I never actually got myself to write this fic so have my notes for the fic except I haven’t read through them since June when I wrote them and I refuse to edit anything

Right is bakery au but not

Neil either turned down the offer of exy for the foxes or for coach whatever the fuck his name was

He got caught earlier tho which is . Unfortunate

Stuart still comes in

Maybe I’ll have him move back to Britain for a while? To avoid the moriyamas n stuff

He NEVER misses a match of the ravens/foxes tho

Which leads to him seeing the frankly sickening interview of Kevin and riko

Neil is like yo Stuart let me start smth

Stuart is like Neil the only reason you’d go back to the states right now is if you did smth that you could hide and you can’t do that for shit

So Neil is like yk what I’m gonna find a way bc I’m not letting this kid go through this (Andrews quite into this idea when it’s shared)

So he says yo. Stuart. Uncle. Sir. Let me open a bakery or something in the states

Stuart is like no you fucking idiot

And Neil is like but c o n s i d e r

You can get info or smth

Just have another business in the states yk

AND I’d get out of your hair

And Stuart is like hm okay but you’ve gotta live in a complex I choose for you

And Neil is all only if I can choose where it’s gonna be

It’s a deal

He (very obviously) chooses a place near palmetto

Stuart is tired but is like he’ll be under protection n shit so I guess??? And he’s not stupid enough to start something right. Right.

Wrong.

Anyways.

It’s a bakery that starts out kinda slow

But Neil finds he likes baking and Stuart pays for his nephew to have some sort of normal life so it doesn’t matter too much

Renee starts to frequent it

At first it’s to pick up sweets for Andrew

But eventually she starts bringing Allison on dates there bc they have a cute little seating area (figure where Seth fits in? I think he’ll survive?)

Uhhh what’s a timeline

I think this’ll be around the winter holidays (Jewish neil? Look into it)

So thanksgiving will have happened . I think Andrew agreed to go Not bc he particularly wanted to but bc he cares for Nicky and knows he’ll probably go anyways

Yeah so thanksgiving. h

Andrew JUST got off his drugs and he’s so damn protective of his own that he hardly even leaves their sides

Edens is a def no for em

Meanwhile Neil is tentative friends w Renee who has brought all the upperclassmen there a few times

Allison bullies him for his clothing but it’s okay he deserves it

Renee is sweet and stops em from doing anything too drastic which Neil appreciates

Matt,, my baby,, he’s so happy he just asks Neil about random stuff

Dan is sweet too!!

Seth kinda hates him but Neil hasn’t paid enough attention to return the favor

One day close to the winter banquet the upperclassmen are like yeah Neil we’re gonna go to this thing and it should be really fun!! Oh you know what? Our teammate Nicky needs a date and his cousin doesn’t really like anyone from his class and he’s super fucking crazy abt it so if that doesn’t deter you then you should totally join !

Neil is like oh chance to fuck up Riko? Absolutely I’ll go

ALLISON DRESSES HIM

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

when he and Allison emerge from the girls room Aaron is like Who is that

And Allison is “oh nickys date (:”

Andrew gets twitchy and holds a knife to her throat

Renee is like Andrew I stg get away from my gf and Seth is like manic pixie nightmare fuel I’m gonna beat the shit outta you

And Neil is just like same shit every day I guess

And he’s like so you’re Nicky then? COMPLETELY IGNORING YK. ALL THAT

Andrew is like “he is. Don’t touch him”

And Neil straight up says I don’t think you get to set boundaries for people, actually

And Neil has no idea what the effect is of that on Andrew but it’s enough to make him glare

Which is terrifying to everyone but Neil bc again. Dumbass

Anyways Neil very purposely hooks his arm through nickys and they head off to the bus

Dunno what happens there but I’ll figure it out

RIKOOO ROASTTT **AIRHORNNNNSSS**

It’s glorious

Kevin and riko are like who the FUCK are you

And Neil is all wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

They relocate and they’re all like . Ah. That’s why you and Renee get along

It’s kinda funny ngl

Andrew doesn’t think so but fuck him

I think that they head back to the bus when this shit I’d over and wymack is like excuse me what the fuck

And Aaron in german is like thank god he never joined the team bc I could not handle more of that

And Neil in German is like would you believe me I’d I told you I was almost signed

And Andrew is like I fucking Knew it I hate it here

N e ways things go back to normal for the most part

The upperclassmen still show up

Seth has a bit of grudging respect for him

It’s later that all the foxes are getting drunk from a lose that Renee calls him and is like Neil please can I usher them inside for a bit I think they need a place to chill so we don’t get yelled at for being too loud in the dorms

And Neil is like uhh sure why not

It turns out it was not just the upperclassmen

He gives them all water bottles and whatever and lets them lounge around

Gives em some food which they pay for w the coachs card

Uhhh idk time passes and some of the foxes pass out so neil is like y’all can chill in the break room? They have couches

He stays out there bc the bakery is still open

Andrew comes out like hey fuck you but also can I get more of those pastries

Idk I want them to be in love already

Uhh yeah I think they don’t say anything until

“what happened to your face”

“A truth for a truth?”

“If you must insist”

“Fine, my father tried to kill me”

Andrew raises his eyebrow but neils like bitch you said a truth for a truth it’s your turn now

Neil asks him why he wears arm bands

We get the whole knives and scars

They’re quiet again

I don’t know man let them be in love

Uhhh okay

I think Andrew will tell neil like

“[code]”

“Huh”

“That’s the code for the court, Kevin practices at night.”

Neil is like how would you know I’d enjoy playing exy? And andrew is like dipshit that’s how we met

I’m running out of ideas oh no

Maybe they play a couple of night game things

Exchange a few more truths

OHHH OKAY COOL SO THEN NEIL CAN GO TO EDENS W THEM THE WHOLE “DOESNT MEAN I WOULDNT BLOW YOU” THING CAN STILL HAPPEN

sick okay! They start dating but since Baltimore happened earlier they never actually come out to the rest of the team

I like to think when they play against the ravens again neils like haha babe you can have as many sweets as you want if you shut down the goal

Also Neil says it’s hot which is like a big thing to persuade Andrew but shhhhh

Yeah the foxes win they celebrate by getting drunk and they all show up at neils like hello again (:

Same thing happens but this time andrew and Neil are together and basically are doing nothing but making out

At least the store is closed

Nicky comes out and just YELLS

YALLLLLL COME LOOK @ THIS SHIT

Allison wins SO much money

Yeah idk how to end this but happily ever after :3

If you want me to turn this into a fic I will!

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #renee walker #idk i thought it was cute #i do really love this idea!#matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #seth gordon #if you know me irl do not interact #i cant handle the embarrassment #embarassment*

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