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7ndipity · 7 months

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Take a Chance on Me

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi met during his enlistment and quickly became friends, but what happens when your friendship begins to grow into something more?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurities and anxieties

A/N: A massive thanks to @bethanysnow for requesting this idea and for obsessing over it with me!😘 I’m so excited to work on this as a drabble series, I hope you’ll all enjoy it!

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‘Okay, you can do this, it’ll be fine.’ Yoongi repeated to himself, fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel as he waited to pick you up from work, trying to quell his nerves before he spotted you jogging across the parking lot towards his car.

“Hey, Min.” You greeted him as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Hey, Y/n.” He said, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his mouth in spite of himself, your presence alone managing to calm him, if only a little bit.

It was remarkable almost, how in just a few short months, you’d come to be such an important part of his life.

When you’d first met following his public service assignment, he’d been a bit hesitant of getting too close with anyone around him too quickly, but you’d managed to worm your way into his heart almost instantly.

He still remembered the first time he realized how much he liked you; he’d made some dry, sarcastic remark that no one else had really reacted to, unsure if he was being serious or not, but you had let out a quiet burst of laughter that had immediately set everyone else at ease. It was just a little thing, but it had played over in his head for the rest of the day.

He hadn't even known that much about you at the time, except your name, your department, and that the sound of your laugh was one of the best things he’d ever heard.

Before long, he had started finding more and more excuses to come by to see and talk to you, even if it was just for a minute as he brought some forms for somebody else to sign, eventually asking if you wanted to hang out together outside of work as well.

You’d known who he was of course, in your own words it was impossible not to, but you’d never treated him differently because of it, something he’d come to appreciate more and more as you’d gotten to know each other.

You were so bright and warm and funny, and had a way of putting him at ease that few others had ever managed, he found himself easily charmed by you, and it was honestly your friendship that had made the rather jarring shift between his lifestyles bearable, if not almost pleasant.

But more recently, he’d begun to realize that his feelings towards you had grown beyond those of purely a friend.

Yoongi craved you, he wished there was a better word or phrase to convey his feelings for you, but that was the best he could come up with. He craved your presence, your comfort, the sound of your laugh when you found something he did cute or funny. He found himself missing you constantly, even if he’d just seen you, wanting to wrap his arms around your plush figure and keep you close at all times. It was like he was addicted, and frankly, it scared the shit out of him.

“You okay?” You finally asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. You’d noticed he’d been quieter than usual, having barely spoken the entire car ride to your place, stirring up your concern for him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I-uh, wanted to ask you something.” He started, scratching at his palms nervously.

“Okay.” You said, eyeing him curiously, making him fidget even more.

Fuck, it would be easier if you weren’t staring at him with those fucking eyes, he thought. They’d been one of the first things he’d noticed about you, one of the first things to put a chink in his armor.

He had spent the previous night laying in bed, trying unsuccessfully to come up with a more eloquent way to put his feelings into words, but as soon as he looked up at you, everything seemed to shrivel up and drift away, like leaves on the wind, leaving him with only the simplest of thoughts and question in his mind.

“Would you… go out with me?” He asked softly.

Your eyes went wide. “What?!”

“Will you go out with me?” He repeated.

“But, w-why?” You asked, flabbergasted.

“Why do you think? I like you, a lot.” He let out a huff of laughter, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Fuck, honestly? I think I might even love you, but I know that’s way too much out of the blue. I just know that I want to be with you, as more than friends, if you’ll have me.” He finished, glancing down at his feet awkwardly.

It was quiet for a long moment as you stared at him, stunned, letting his words sink in.

“I don’t… get it.” You said slowly.

He blinked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why me? I’m not exactly your type.”

“You don’t know that.” He interjected.

You scoffed. “C’mon, Yoongi, be serious,” You said, skepticism clear in your voice.

“I am being serious.” He said, looking at you with utmost sincerity. “You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.”

You shook your head in confusion. You’d seen the type of people that Yoongi spent time around in his line of work, and they were very different from you; thin, beautiful, perfect. Not that you didn’t think you were pretty in your own way, but compared to the idols that he was typically around, the idea of you and Yoongi just didn’t make sense to you.

“But I’m just… me.” You said, the last part coming out almost as a question, not understanding his logic.

He smiled. “That's why I like you. You're open and honest and kind, you don’t hide behind some front or mask, and you don’t put up with anyone’s shit. You’re smart, and funny, and beautiful-”

“But I’m-” Your hand went as if to gesture to yourself, but he was quick to catch it in his own.

“Hey.” The sudden sharpness in his tone caught you off guard. “Don’t you dare try to sell yourself short, you hear me? When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it.”

You bit your lip, mind racing. You wanted to believe him, but there was that nagging voice in the back of your head that kept saying it wouldn’t work, something was going to go wrong.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to date though?” You pointed out. “What if someone finds out?”

“They’ll say ‘good for them’, otherwise I don’t give a fuck.” He said firmly. “What I do outside of that building is none of the company’s damn business.”

You smiled at that, but said nothing, still thinking.

“Look,” He spoke again, this time much softer. “I realize that this is a lot all of a sudden, and you don’t even have to answer today, you can take however much time you want to think about it, I’m just asking for a chance.”

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke again, softly. “Okay.”

He looked up at you. “Okay?”

“I’ll go out with you.” You clarified.

“You will?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” You nodded, grinning at him.

He beamed, letting out a relieved sigh before leaning across the center console and pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your hair, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I like you too, by the way.” You said.

“I was kinda hoping, given your answer, but thanks.” He chuckled, smirking at you.

“Ugh,” You shoved against his chest lightly, but he was giving you no room for escape. “You could’ve just said it back.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time, okay?” He asked, grinning at you.

“Fine.” You grumbled, feigning annoyance.

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked.

“Maybe. What did you have in mind?”

Instead of answering, he leaned closer, pressing his lips softly against yours.

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mamirhodessxox · 1 month

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cody request: one where him and reader are in a serious relationship and Cody LOVES to spoil her. he buys her elaborate gifts all the time and constantly encourages her to run up his credit card. she never asks for things and feels bad about how much he gives her and always tells him not to get her anything. maybe she didn’t have much growing up and isn’t used to a bunch of “fancy” things. they talk and it all eventually leads to smut where he says something like “the best things in life are free anyway” in reference to the intimacy.

Millions

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody & Y/N recently got into a fresh relationship with each other despite the slight age gap, Y/N has noticed Cody has been bringing her gifts almost every day & she begins to feels guilty until Cody makes sure that whatever he does it stops her from feeling that way, Especially on their anniversary.

Content: Smut, Fingering, angst, mirror sex, Hair pulling, praising, Light bondage, Foul language, fluff, MDNI, use of the Red Light Green Light system.

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Y/N and Cody were polar opposites when it came to love languages, when the two started dating almost a year ago Y/N assumed at first that their relationship would be simple but with Cody? Oh no, His love language was acts of service & physical touch, Y/N assumed he was more of a physical touch and words of affirmation type of guy but she was very wrong.

Y/N’s love language was always simple, Physical Touch, Quality time & Words of affirmation, Cody literally smothered Y/N in luxury the first WEEK they started dating, He couldn’t help it, he loves spoiling the people he lives & as you could tell, the motherfucker LOVES Y/N…He barely lets her lift a finger when it comes to some things, Y/N will go down into the laundry room with a basket full of clothes and just as she’s about to throw in the laundry Cody pops up out of nowhere as if he has spidey senses on whenever she is doing something & tells her to put the basket down.

Because of this Y/N starts to feel extremely bad, she feels bad whenever he gives her gifts, a credit card literally telling her they will not be leaving the mall until she spends at least over a thousand dollars, Y/N has literally had to beg Cody to put the credit card away anytime he notices that she looked at 1 singular thing that would peak her interest.

Y/N grew up on the lower class side of life & had to work for most things in her life that she wanted, Cody worked super hard to get where he was in life & after many years of getting the things he wanted in life by his extraordinary hard work he wanted nothing more than to have someone in his life that he can spoil, which is why even after a year of dating him she is still shocked whenever he comes home with something just for her, He takes her out on luxurious dates & buys her a beautiful outfit to wear followed with matching lingerie sets to wear underneath, Y/N doesn’t have to ask for much given the fact that every-time she blinks he has something waiting right in-front of her.

Y/N had just moved in with cody a few weeks prior & so far it was great! They spent most nights cooking together and enjoying each other’s company while learning how to make new meals each night, Today was their 1 year anniversary & Cody was beyond excited, he had something up his sleeve & she could tell the moment she was about to step foot in the kitchen to grab lunch but he had it blocked off “Cody? Why is there a curtain hanging over the kitchen??” She called out while he hummed walking downstairs buttoning up his top & gently grabbed her shoulders turning her away “Don’t worry about it.” “Cody..” “minddd your business sweetheart.” He teased “What did you need I’ll go get it.” She huffed & placed her hands ontop of her hips “Cody let me in the damn kitchen.” “Can’t. Now what do you need?” She frowned and reached out for his hand and sighed “Can I have crackers please? ‘Need a snack” he grinned and gave her a short kiss before sneaking past the curtain while making his way into the kitchen to get her a quick snack.

For most of the day Cody encouraged her to go out somewhere with her friends or something but she wouldn’t budge so he left her no choice but to drive her to the mall himself to drop her off with his credit card while she stood at the entrance awkwardly while he leaned out the window “I’ll come back in At least an hour alright? I better see movement on that card sweetheart.” Y/N huffed and just as she was about to protest he rolled up the window & drove off leaving her by herself at the mall holding his card & lightly smacking her hands against her sides “Fuck.”

For the next 30 minutes she remembered he just told her to spend money, not buy anything specific so she had the great idea of buying him some things. And she did in-fact do just that By the time he came back to pick her up he had roses waiting for her as she got in the car & smiled seeing she had many bags in her hands “You get yourself something nice baby?” He questioned while grabbing her chin “I bought YOU something nice, since it’s our anniversary and everything.” He raised an eyebrow & looked at her sternly “Baby i told yo-“ “To spend money, You didn’t say anything about me HAVING to get myself something.” Cody sighed jokingly and nodded his head in agreement “Your right. But next time your buying yourself something.”

He finally drove home & immediately guided her upstairs with her face covered since he was still surprising her at home. “Get dressed and meet me in the dining room alright?” she smiles nodding in response before he pulled her into a passionate kiss before he pulled away patting her ass and walking out of the room. Y/N stared at the short black dress that laid on the bed followed with heels on the ground & seeing a matching lingerie set. She took her time getting changed and by the time she made her way downstairs she notices that rose petals were scattered into a pathway with candles lit next to them, She walked into the dining room to see a large bouquet of Roses mixed in with money shaped into looking like roses making her frown a bit before she set it aside and sat down just as Cody came in setting the table with the dinner he just made for her which was Steak followed with mashed potatoes & a salad. “What do you think gorgeous?” she smiled meekly and then started tearing up a bit making him rush over and crouch to her level “what’s the matter hm? Talk to me baby I can’t make it better unless you tell me.” She sniffled and wiped off the now ruined mascara from her face “I— I just feel so b-bad when you do so much for me! I d-don’t wanna seem like i’m using you, Cody I d-don’t deserve any of this.”

She frowned as he shook his head and pressed a kiss against her temple “No ma’am absolute not, none of that, Baby you deserve the goddamn world, I choose to spend my money on you because I want to, You deserve everything on this fucking planet sweetheart.” She shook her head in disagreement & he furrowed his brows a bit before gently pulling her out of the chair “C’mon sweet girl.” She hiccuped and followed him out of the dining room and upstairs to their shared bedroom where he placed her on the bed and lifted her leg as he got on his knees against the floor before pointing at the mirror that laid agains the wall on the right side of the room facing the bed. “See how beautiful you are honey? You look so fucking gorgeous how could you not deserve anything luxurious?” He asked before pressing a kiss against her ankle as he made her watch through the mirror, “Cody-“ he kissed up her thighs and sat up for a minute pointing at the mirror. “I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror understood?”

She nodded meekly and gasped as he suddenly tore off her dress “Cody!!” “What? It’s not like I can’t go buy another one.” He teased before getting on top of her and running his hand down her stomach & soon sunk it into her panties making her breath hitch as she felt his fingers start to toy with her clit, she turned her head but he grabbed her face and made her stare at her own reflection “Eyes on the mirror gorgeous, ‘want you to see how much your worth.” Y/N whined and pawed at his arm & let out a sudden moan when she felt him push two of his fingers inside of her cunt before slowly pumping them in & out of her making her bite down on her lip to the point where she swore skin was broken to the point where she was nearly bleeding.

Cody smirked devilishly before pushing her panties to the side & placing in a position where he sat behind her & both of them faced the mirror. Y/N watched through the reflection of them both as he thrusted his fingers in & out of her sopping cunt while he pressed his lips against her ear with a grin spread across her face “Look at you taking my fingers so fucking good for me baby, ‘m so proud of you sweetheart your doing so good f’me” he pulled his fingers away from her pussy & smacked her clit harshly as he watched her eyes roll back & hips buck upwards as she finally hit her climax making him smear her cum around her pussy before his free hands moving away from the thighs he held open up to her face holding it still so she couldn’t look away from the reflection of cody having his fun with her.

“Your worth millions Y/N, I want you to know that by time I’m done with you understand?” She nods quickly and lets out a strained whine as she watched Cody move himself off of the bed & took off his clothes before hovering above her & taking off her panties for good along with her bra “Color?” She smiled faintly “Green.” He grinned at her approval & pressed most of his body weight against her after rolling her over onto her stomach & lifting up her ass giving it a quick smack making Y/N lean her head down in the sheets. Before Cody started anything off he wanted to make sure she was all pampered and comfortable still proving her point from beforehand that he wouldn’t let her lift a finger or do any work. He wanted Y/N to be a pillow princess and just sit back and look pretty while he got off on pleasuring her.

He planted a pillow under her head & stomach & moved her hair out of her face before pressing his chest down against her back & kissing her cheek “Tell me what your worth again baby?” She whimpered at his command like question before mumbling under her breath “millions.” But that wasn’t good enough for him. He gave her a light smack against the ass “Say it properly sweetheart you know I can’t hear words over whining.” She frowned and tried stuffing her face in the pillow to avoid answering him but he grabbed her by the hair and tugged her head back up while smacking her ass again earning a loud yelp escape her lips “Millions!!” He smiled in approval before leaning back as he slowly seethed his cock inside of her as he smirked to himself when she let out a soft moan against the pillows while staring deep into the mirror, he waited for her permission to start making any sort of movement and the moment he felt her hand grab on his wrist as a signal to keep going he began to slowly thrust inside of her while his upper body leaned down against hers.

He stared her down through the mirror and lifted her face just enough for him to press his lips against hers and shove his tongue into her mouth the most he started thrusting his cock deep inside of her. “Doing so good for me sweetheart, taking me so fucking good.” He mumbled against her mouth before pulling away to speed up the pace as he started to feel her clench around his dick & beg for him to go faster. He admired her now disheveled look through the mirror, her eyes glazed over as her hair became messy from the way his hand kept tangling itself into her hair, the more he slammed himself inside of her the more she looked fucked out, her hand clutched itself into their sheets but felt a sudden stop, she came right back to reality when she felt him pull out & heard shuffling around the room trying to see what he was up too through the mirror but her eyes were fighting to stay opened. “Color sweetheart?” She heard him call out to her and she sighed out into the pillow trying to gather herself “g—green..” all of a sudden she felt Cody grab her arms and press them against her back soon feeling what seemed to feel like a belt bind her wrists together & him giving it a snug tug before pushing himself back inside of her cunt.

Y/N gasped and felt him hold onto her wrists snd the belt as his thrusts became sloppier and groaning each time his balls smacked against her clit that was all sticky & still wet from her first orgasm. Cody let exhaled raggedly before looking back up into the mirror seeing the woman he loved so dearly roll her eyes back even more over each thrust he took. “Feeling good baby?” He murmured as his cock buried into her cunt making her feel as if he was filling her up to the brim before he continued pounding into her sopping tight pussy until he let out a loud groan at the way she tightened up around him.

Y/N noticed Cody was about to cum just as she was about to, Cody leaned down once more admiring her blissed out stay “cum with me baby, c’mon sweetheart cum for me.” He chanted into her ear as she nodded while he pressed his fingers into her mouth groaning in her ear as he spilled his cum inside of her just as she felt her orgasm finally hit making her body spasm under his. He took heavy breaths before pulling himself out & lying next to her and running his hand through her hair giving himself and her a moment to wind down before he cleaned up the mess he caused. “What are you worth again sweetheart?” He mumbled while she smiled softly and trickled her fingers around his shoulder “Millions.” He smiled back at her and pressed a kiss against her cheek

“Damn right you are.”

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bbrissonn · 6 months

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being in a long distance relationship with moldy and all he wants is a hug because he's just been feeling homesick recently so you go suprise him and he cries because he's just so relived to have his girl in his arms

long distance relationship trope hold such a special place in my heart-- warnings: couple of swear words, not proofread under the cut !

"i miss you." nick whispered as his eyes stared at the celling of the hotel room he was currently in, his phone resting against the side of his face. The team was currently in a road trip in madison, meaning he was even further from you than he already was in michigan.

you and nick had known each other since you were kid, but were never really friends until your senior year of high school. It was a weird start to your friendship considering nick had spent half the year in your hometown and the other in chicago. eventually, a year later, the boy asked you out when he came back from chicago. You were set to enter your second year of university and nick his first at michigan.

the distance was hard at first, considering the two of had barely even spent time together has a couple before he had to leave. but you made it work, calling each other whenever you could, always texting or sending snaps about your day to the other. you were all nick could talk about in michigan, it was constantly "y/n this, y/n that" and his teammates were growing tired of it.

Luca had been the one to reach out to you, asking if you would be down to come visit in michigan for a while. the two of you had spoken on a couple of occasions back home, followed each other on instagram, but other than knowing he played hockey and his brother was adam, you didn't know much about him. but once you and nick started dating, the two of you eventually started a friendship of your own.

"i miss you too, baby. we'll see each other soon, i promise." you whispered back. nick whined at your words, you had been saying those words for two months now and you two had yet to see each other.

"how soon?"

"i don't know, nicky. i've been really busy with school, but as soon as i can, i'll be driving down. i promise." you lied through your teeth. the truth was, you were heading down to michigan early the next morning, ready to welcome your boyfriend home when the team would fly back in the next morning.

luca had planned the whole thing out. he was gonna force your boyfriend over to his house, where you would be waiting in the living room after luca gave you the location of their spare key. everything was going to be perfect, nick would finally start talking about something other than you, and you'd both get to see each other again. it was a win for everyone.

only the next day when nick followed by a couple of the guys walked into luca's shared home with some of their teammates, the living room was empty. nick was set on just heading back to his dorm and sleeping their sweep off, but luca had forced him to come over, promising him a surprise.

"surprise my ass." nick mumbled as he started at the empty house. luca, along with the guys who were aware of what was supposed to happen, all looked at each other with wide eyes. the fantilli boy hadn't heard from you since you left that morning, but he didn't think much of it, telling himself you were busy driving. but now he was starting to get worried.

"uhm... gimme a minute, dude." the boy said before walking out of the house, calling your number right away.

"hi!" you answered, and right away luca could tell something was wrong.

"what's going on, y/n/n? where are you?"

"there was a slight problem at the border. but it's all good now, i'll be there in like twenty minutes."

"problem at the border?" luca asked, his voice filled with worry.

"it's nothing don't worry. i'm all good, entered the country legally. just a little more broken than before." you mumbled the last part, making luca let out a sigh.

"do i even wanna know?"

"no. listen, i'm almost there, okay? just keep nick busy, please."

"hurry."

"i will, i will!" you said before hanging up the phone and focusing back on the road, nervously biting your lip. when luca walked back into the house, all the guys were sitting on the couches, and their eyes immediately went to the fantilli boy.

"so, there was a slight... technical issue if you will. but, don't worry, your surprise is on the way." the defenseman explained with an awkward smile on his face.

"this better be good, bro." nick mumbled to himself before looking back at the TV screen, a random game playing. twenty minutes later on the dot, a loud knock echoed through the house, making all of the boys groan.

"moldy, you go!" luca urged, knowing it was you since you has just texted him you had arrived. the boy in question let out a groan at his request.

"it's your house, dude."

"it's your surprise so get up and open the damn door." he urged again, making nick roll his eyes. he looked down at his phone one last time, still not texts from you, and then got up with a sigh. nick wasn't sure what to expect when he opened the door, especially considering all the guys who were there were now standing behind him with smirks on their faces and their phones out. but he sure as hell didn't expect to be met with your sweet adorable face.

"hi, baby." you spoke with a wide grin as your eyes opened. nick's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes lighting up as he briefly looked over at his best friend, who wore a proud smile. nick then waisted no time shoving himself into your arms, his face landing in your neck.

"hi." he whispered breathlessly, tickling your neck slightly making a giggle leave your mouth.

"surprise!"

"what the fuck." the boy gasped with a wide smile as the two of you pulled away, but kept your arms wrapped around the others.

"sorry 'm late. had a little problem at the border." you mumbled, nick pressing a deep kiss to your lips once you were done.

"you're here now, 'ts all that matters, baby."

"nicky, baby, are you cryin'?" you asked, giggling slightly as nick's head once again found it's way to your neck. he nodded slightly against your body as tears fell on your neck.

"'m so glad you're here, love."

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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WIBTA For Pushing My Boyfriend To Quit Smoking?

My (25F) boyfriend (23M) smokes and vapes tobacco/nicotine and weed everyday. He's tried to quit it all multiple times, both before and during our relationship, with no lasting success.

He knows just cutting himself off cold turkey would be a bad idea, so normally he tries to incrementally decrease the amounts he smokes/vapes in the hopes of eventually not doing it at all, but after a week or two he always goes back to the way he was before.

We talked about why he was having trouble with quitting, and he said that the withdrawals A) make him extremely irritable, and he knows that that makes him sorta unpleasant, and doesn't want other people to have to deal with his bad moods, B) worsen his IBS, which makes it nearly impossible for him to eat, and C) he liked to social aspect. Until recently, all of our friends, smoked almost, if not just as much as him (but now most of them have either cut back immensely, or quit all together). At every hang out they spent a lot of time smoking together (I've never particularly enjoyed it as much they did, but did join in occasionally), and it's still ine of the ways he makes new friends.

Despite all that, a few months ago he told me that he wanted to get really serious about it, so he went to the doctor and got some prescription patches.

He wore the patches for about 3 days (the prescription was for 15 days), said they weren't working, and gave up. Since then he started mentioning wanting to quit less and less, until now he doesn't talk about it at all.

On the one hand I'm a big believer in "adults should be allowed to do whatever as long as no one else gets hurt", and I don't want to come across as controlling. On the other, I'm extremely worried about him. He's coughing constantly, he can't seem to have fun doing anything unless he has nicotine or weed with him, he'll stop in the middle of whatever we're doing to rummage through his pockets or his bag to look for his vape or his pen or his cigarettes or weed or a cigar, etc. And when I say he'll stop in the middle of anything, I mean anything.

On top of all that, my dad had substance abuse issues in the past, and it was a major problem. He was a heavy smoker and a heavy drinker, and he almost died. So substance abuse and chemical dependency is a big deal to me. I have told my boyfriend about that, and he did make some changes for my sake (he used to be more of a drinker too, but has since successfully cut back on alcohol quite a bit), but I think maybe he doesn't realize just how big a deal it is to me.

I lie awake at night worried that he's gonna get lung cancer.

He said that he wants to quit, and I want to help, but I don't know how to do that without just nagging him about it, and I don't think he'd respond to that well.

WIBTA for getting more pushy and vocal about how much I want him to quit, or should I leave it and let him figure it out on his own?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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drowningyoursorrow · 8 months

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WHITE FERRARI

tate langdon x gn! reader

You reminisce about your lover, the days that you spent together during your years of being high school sweethearts. And on how it ended so quickly and so suddenly. You've grown older and as soon as you did, you left where the both of you resided immediately, the remembrance of him pained you. In hopes for one last connection, you buy his childhood home, which was now abandoned. Slowly you started to feel as if you see him everywhere, maybe it was your imagination.

!!!: kissing? violence (guns, shooting, death, etc.) & minor mentions of drugs W/C: 3.5k

TATE LANGDON was his name, at first in the beginning, before the two of you first met you thought of him as sort of odd. He didn't really fit in, almost as if he didn't want to in a way. He had the looks, god he had the looks, short blonde hair and his dark eyes that made you still. You never really interacted with groups and sort of did your own thing, just minding your own business. Occasionally, you'd encounter Tate, you decided to only interact with him when it's really necessary.

You never really judged him, you just didn't want to partake in any social cliques and didn't have any friends really. Tate seemed to sense this, and it furthered his sudden interest in you, although you two weren't entirely similar. He felt a bond with you, you didn't feel it or didn't acknowledge it at first, and that was fine with him. He would study you from afar and felt as if you didn't belong with anybody here but him, but he was far too scared to interact with you. You felt the same, but you believed that he was constantly judging you whenever his brown orbs locked with yours.

Soon the two of you would look for each other in the rows of people crowding the long hallways. Forming a silent connection with one another, and slowly you would begin to openly communicate with each other. Just small hi's and hello's, yet both of you wanted to say more but never knew how to say it. Tate was smart, but that didn't seem to be his main catching point. No, it was the shy smiles he would give you once you two would sit together in the cafeteria.

It was how he would talk about how high school was just boring as ever and that the only two people that matter. Were you two. You were perfect in his eyes, everything that he's ever dreamed of, you didn't fit in, and you didn't want to. Just like him. It was almost as if you two were meant to be together, but you didn't realize it as quickly as he did.

And he was gladly willing to wait, I mean the two of you weren't even dating yet, so who was he to tell? Your relationship together did grow, eventually spending more time and time together. You always hung out at your place, him never wanting to be at his and finding comfort in your room. He loved everything about it, he loved everything about you, he loved everything you did and said. He was so infatuated with you.

As you were with him, it wasn't because he was different, it was because he simply was himself. He always sought safety with you, and you gladly provided that solitude for him. Tate was truly the most beautiful person that your eyes could ever lay on, his boyish charm drawing you in. He always made sure that you felt comfortable and swore to do everything to protect you from those judging eyes. It didn't matter to either of you on how you appeared to the rest of the world, only mattering to each other.

Eventually, both of you wanted more, but Tate was too in his head about it, so you decided to make the first move. He finally let you come to his house, but only when his mother wasn't home. You remember how he would cry to you about his troubles and worries with her, you despised the woman deeply. You remember him telling you about how his dad left, not really wanting to talk about it. And you never pushed.

You traced the items in his room, observing every corner and every object that you could come into contact with. He only watched you do so, basking in your presence, content with you being in his closure. Eventually, you seated yourself at the end of his bed, him crawling to lay beside you. Resting his head on your lap and placed your hands in his hair. You brushed through his golden locks and felt him ease into you, as he stared at you with those eyes.

You felt your chest tighten and butterflies fill your stomach, the feeling was new, so you turned away from him. Furthermore, you placed your hands on your side and closed your eyes, releasing a profound sigh. You hated that he looked at you--as if he was in love with you because you… you wanted him to. He quickly sat up and stared up at you, worry taking over his features, overthinking the situation. You felt him tense up beside you, knowing it was his insecurities taking over.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him and just gave a smile, it was enough to ease him but not enough to calm him. You thought for a moment, finally deciding to let your feelings take over. Lifting his palm, you placed it over your face and lightly kissed the end of his fingertips. Tate didn't know what to do, he only stared in awe as you let his hand cradle the side of your face. You stared ahead for a moment as Tate observed your features, wanting to know what you were thinking; what you'd do next.

He didn't expect tears to fall from your eyes as you trembled just beneath him, he perked up and held you more steadily. He was more concerned now and yet even though you were crying, he didn't see any hint of sadness on your features. Only disappointment, which he thought was far worse. Instead, he let you sob into his shoulder and grip onto him as if he was going to leave you any second. He could only whisper words of affirmations into your shoulder as tears also escaped him, the image of seeing you cry made him ache.

You both held onto each other, letting everything out that the two of you bottled and hid away from one another. Only then did you look at him in the eyes, wiping away the tears that slid down his face mournfully. And let the words escape you, "I think I love you." He stilled underneath you, a mix of emotions taking over his features, he was scared to do or say anything. In case you tried to change your mind, you took his quietness the wrong way and retreated away from him.

This made Tate scared, so he quickly, without thinking, reached over to you and kissed you. He kissed you as if you two were dying in each other's arms, and this was the last moment the both of you shared together. It was messy and horrible, but the feeling the both of you shared made up for all of it. You two belonged with each other. You both just rested your foreheads together, childish giggles escaping the both of you as you smiled.

It was like the both of you just received candy for the first time, it was like you two achieved the world together. You two only stayed there for a moment before laying back down together in each other's embrace. Oh, how you wish you could stay at this moment forever together, just with each other. Eventually you two had to depart, but instead of being sullen, you both looked forward to what is to come. Tate was over the moon that night, finally achieving the person of his dreams, he replayed the moment you two shared over and over again; before he eventually fell asleep.

The days and months passed by, and it was all wonderful, the time you two would share together. All the new things that you could finally do with one another, the dates were remarkable. You never thought you could love someone like you loved Tate, and he never thought he can love someone like you again. The ache that he always felt was eventually filled with you and you only, he made you feel like you really did matter. You two were just love sick fools, and it was the best thing in the world.

The years moved forward and everything began to change, and so did the both of you, for the better and for the worse. You decided to focus more with your studies, which meant less time for Tate, and he didn't enjoy it. Not one bit, he would try to reason with you, but he just wouldn't listen, he didn't understand. He didn't care about school, he just cared about you, and that was the problem. He brushed off on how difficult it was for you in school, it was easy for him because of his natural intelligence.

Every time he told you that you'd be fine, you felt as if he was condescending you because it was all just so easy for him. He couldn't understand you, and you began to not be able to understand him. Fights began to become frequent, and you couldn't take it anymore, you loved him, you really did, but you needed to focus on yourself. Before you could focus on him, and he didn't get that concept, so asking for a break wasn't easy. It was hard for the both of you, but Tate handled it worse than you did.

You sat him down in his room and stood before him, Tate suspected what this was about, yet he couldn't come to terms with it. So when your tone shifted to more serious, and you avoided eye contact with him, he denied everything you said. He wouldn't listen and began to sob hysterically and breaking everything he could reach, he couldn't accept it, he didn't want to. Tate wasn't listening to you, so you just decided to leave, you couldn't handle this. He fell to his knees and grabbed onto you, breaking down as he clung onto your legs.

He eventually let you go, and you turned away from his cries, this was only for a moment, you'll be back. But did he know that? You haven't heard from him ever since that day, he stopped showing up to the school. And he didn't reply to your calls and messages, maybe you shouldn't have done this. You began to regret your decision.

After a month or so he reappeared again, a black coat adorning his frame as he strutted past you, almost as if you weren't there. His expression was off, and he seemed out of it, usually he was, but not like this. It was unsettling. You brushed it off, just glad that he was finally back. You headed off to the library to study, since it was quieter there and you could relax peacefully.

You were settled into a corner of the room before you heard a loud noise, you looked around and everyone seemed just surprised as you were. Before it was heard again and screaming from the distance, it finally clicked. Those were gunshots. Everyone in the library began to panic, and the teacher tried to barricade the doorways as everyone hid in separate areas. You quickly rushed under two desks and enclosed in between chairs as silence took place. Then there it was, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the library, you were terrified.

What scared you more was if Tate was hurt, he was always quick, so you hoped for the best. You hoped for his safety. Then you heard crashing and banging, you shook and held in your cries. Then there it was, they got in. You could only hold your breath as you heard the steps circle around the room.

And before you knew it, you heard mumbling, then a frantic voice and then a bang. You couldn't believe this, you didn't want to, you heard more yelling and pleads and just held your head in between your arms. You didn't want to die, not like this, you still wanted to reconcile with Tate. You still wanted to be with him. Through your fingers, you could see the corpses, but you couldn't see the perpetrator.

Fear took through you as you suddenly realized that they were standing before you, peering through the chairs. And you felt your heart stop, there stood the boy you loved for years. His once beautiful and soul driven eyes staring downward at you, lifeless. You stilled, and you felt tears cascade down your face as a pained expression took place. All you could do was shake and mouth a silent, why?

His expression didn't change, and the gun still was held within his grip as he took in your features. You only cowered beneath him and closed your eyes, sorrowfully content with dying by the hands of your beloved. But the more you waited, there was nothing, eventually you opened your eyes and no longer stood Tate. He was gone. You soon heard the wailing of sirens and the cries of students and teachers, you only laid frozen.

Why hadn't he shot you?

...

Years have passed, and the question still played in your mind, the guilt hasn't subsided. Why were you the surviving victim? Eventually you did grow from it and as soon as you turned 18 you left L.A, you stayed in a different city for a while before you returned. You didn't want to keep running away, you needed to confront it, yet it was still difficult. You stood in front of the house before you, it's much older now but still looked the same as before.

It was his house, you thought if you bought the place it would bring comfort to you. But it only felt unsettling when you stepped inside, you heard what happened to him right after the shooting. Being gunned down, before you couldn't even think about, but now it just leaves a bitter taste at the tip of your tongue. Exploring the house and the rooms, you felt as if you were already being watched, ever corner you turned. Ghostly eyes following your figure.

You've heard of deaths correlated with this house yet for some reason you weren't so scared about dying here. You eventually brushed away the thought and settled with staying in a different room, not wanting to sleep in his. That was the only difficult part in being in the house, so to distract yourself you got a job. You were gone most of the time, this time you decided you needed a few drinks with your coworkers. Eventually, you came stumbling home in a drunken state and laid in which room was the closest.

You felt the sheets beneath you as you tried to make sense of where you were, realization hit you as you gathered your senses. It was his room. Everything seemed to be the same beside minor differences, someone else must've lived here before. You could imagine his faint smell and basked in it for just a moment, you peered up as it felt like someone was staring down at you. There he was looking down at you, he held a confused expression, you shrieked and curled away from him.

Holding your head as you tried to recollect yourself, just telling your imagination to go away. It was silent, then he was gone. Were you hallucinating? Unsure of what to make up of what just happened, you just silently cried as you buried yourself into the bed. You missed him terribly, although you shouldn't, you cried yourself to sleep that night.

A ghost watched over you, he could only really stare from afar, afraid to scare you like he did before. Oh, how he wanted to hold you once more, he's spent so long without you, and he finally had you again. He couldn't ruin this, your absence broke him deeply and still hadn't fully moved on from you. He tried to with someone new, violet, but he knew in his core that he wouldn't love anybody like you. It ended as soon as it began, and now he had you again.

You awoke abruptly, the sun radiating through the room's window, were you dreaming last night? Brushing it off, you stumbled out of bed and went back into your room. Ever since then, every night when you would return home, there he stood, looking down at you. You could never make out what type of expression he was making, but it always felt mournful, you were too scared to reach out back to him. But as the months passed by, you stopped trying to hide and push away the remembrance of him.

One particular night when he would appear once more, just to check up on you, too scared to do anything more or less. You reached toward him this time, instead of telling him to go way, and held him gently as you observed his features. He avoided your gaze but let himself melt into your touch, he missed this. Even if this was just your imagination, you loved every second of it, he looked the same as he did before. "I've dreamed of this," was all you said as you held him a little longer, before eventually pulling away.

This felt torturous to the both of you, and you knew you shouldn't do this to yourself, he was only your imagination. So you let go, you pushed him away as you closed your eyes, and he could only stare down at you. He wanted to hold you like he used to, but he knew better, time will tell. Eventually he did show up more around different areas of the house, and you just took it as you slowly becoming crazy. Because he never spoke to you, only stared and let you do what you wanted while he was in your presence.

You didn't mind going insane, only if you could see and feel him a bit more, maybe then it wouldn't be so bad. This time you stared at his dark irises, taking in his form, he hasn't changed, just as you remembered him. "You know, I couldn't bare to say your name after what you did. I was too scared, I felt too guilty to even utter the first letter." Silence overtook you as his expression shifted into remorse, you didn't take notice, instead you continued.

Turning away from him, your throat began to feel dry as you stared forward, not wanting to look at him anymore. You buried your face into the palms of your hands as tears slowly began to take over. "Why'd you do it? Why would you do that? Was it because of me? Did I push you too far? Why would you leave me alive? Why...?" You didn't expect an answer, and you didn't get one, sobs raked through you as you clung onto yourself. What you didn't suspect was him to envelop you into a hug, something familiar.

You let him hold you, a strange feeling taking over you, he was physically there yet he felt so cold. "Why can't you be real?" Was all you muttered before you pushed him away from you and headed out the front door, needing some air. He tried to say something, but his words were caught in his throat as he watched you leave, time will tell entered his mind once more. You came home late that night, only to discover he was where you left him, patiently waiting for your return.

You only gave him a short glance before heading back to your room, letting your thoughts consume you. Staring upward at the ceiling before, you felt a dip in the mattress beside you. He was curled next to you but kept his distance on the bed, not wanting to bother you. He just wanted to be near you. You thought for a moment, slipping your arms around him and pulled him closer to your frame.

Holding him like you used to, a content sigh escaped his lips, relishing in the sentimental feeling. He missed this more than anything, you just holding him and comforting him, it was all he needed. You shakily kissed his forehead and let yourself cherish this moment, you really wished this was real. But you knew he would be gone by morning, and you would go busy yourself once more. "I love you."

The words unconsciously slipped through your lips as sleep took over, and you held him closer. He didn't say anything, he wanted to, but he knew if we were to he would have to answer questions he didn't want to answer. Sure, he was selfish for acting like he couldn't speak to you, but eventually he was going to have to. So, he was going to enjoy this as long as he could, and maybe he will come clean about his whole being dead thing. Just above a whisper, he hid into your arms for more closure, "I love you too."

He hoped you wouldn't have heard his confession, but you had, and a small smile formed on your lips. You would take all the drugs in the world just to keep seeing him and being near him. He was all you ever really did want in this godforsaken world, it was a blessing and a curse. Because in the end all you two ever wanted in the world was each other, one way or another you both were going to achieve it. What you didn't know was that maybe Tate Langdon wasn't just your imagination.

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- I am back from writer's block, hope this was a sufficient apology - Frank Ocean is my soul honestly - Briefly proofread (skimmed) - Maybe a part two if I'm feelin it

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6 for the ask meme 😎

6. Have you written any fanfictions featuring OCs? If so, elaborate!

oh? is it time? is it time to drop the OCBFEU primer??

in short: yes, last year my friends came up with a whole "what if we invented a boyfriend for jason" "what if we also invented a boyfriend for dick in the same continuity" batfam AU with two (and a half) significant OCs. we write little informal fics for each other about them and my incredibly talented friends draw them and we also have an extended fantasy AU of the boyfriend AU that could fill about three TV seasons of plot so far. i love them. they are constantly rotating in the back of my mind; it's a fun time.

months ago we compiled a document with bios and a rough OC bf timeline (with bonus timkon) and: here it is! (content warning for a (past) emotionally manipulative relationship. also some brief underage drinking.)

Batfamily OCBFEU (OC Boyfriend Extended Universe)

Santi

jason’s OC boyfriend; ship name sanjay

[original santi post] [mammutblog’s santi art tag] [90kon’s santi art tag]

santi, short for santiago

5’7”; has to go up on his tiptoes to kiss jason

line cook by day, taking classes toward his teaching certification by night, also volunteers at an after-school literacy program in park row

gothamite through & through—grew up a few blocks over from jason, though their paths never crossed. has two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother, but is mostly estranged from them after their dad died. money was incredibly tight after that and santi still took odd jobs—including some for the falcones—to help his sister finish med school.

an old soul like jason, aka he’ll use his same phone til it’s a brick and does not understand tiktok despite kids at the program explaining it to him over and over

there’s probably a mildly popular tiktok series one of the kids has of them asking santi questions while santi is in the middle of something at the program, because everyone loves santi and he gives funny answers when he’s distracted

santi does not become a vigilante—he has enough on his plate, he’s (almost) a teacher—but he’s certainly not without his own set of skills. also he talks a very good game and can usually get by without having to physically fight (see: confrontation with nick in the below timeline)

Blue

dick’s OC boyfriend; ship name bluebird

[original blue post] [other original blue post]

ex-talon from an alternate reality

6’5” 😳

in his original universe blue was taken as a child and turned into a talon (in this version talons have boosted strength/healing, and were conditioned/brainwashed into carrying out the court of owls’ assassinations. also golden eyes) and doesn’t remember his name anymore. once he tumbled into this universe after an assignment gone wrong, he was free of the court’s orders and re-education for the first time and started slowly unraveling their mental conditioning

he rarely speaks, and takes a while to consider his words when he does. when he texts it’s mostly emojis because he prefers them

when left to his own devices he’s very gentle and likes to bake

he had short/shaved hair as a talon. once he’s in this world he starts growing it out and prefers it long

he eventually makes an excellent crime-fighting partner for dick; he knows and understands dick’s skills enough to trust him to take care of himself, so they work very well together. that said, if you really hurt nightwing you will be reminded very quickly that blue spent most of his life as a nearly unbeatable assassin.

he eventually takes up the superhero name flamebird to go with nightwing

Nick

tim’s OC ex-boyfriend; no ship name we hate nick

nick is a GU college freshman (18 at the time) tim meets playing tennis at the local rec center while tim is avoiding the manor in the early red hood reconciliation days

at first nick definitely plays into the fact that tim desperately craves attention at this point in his life. nick is at turns overwhelmingly nice and startlingly cold, and more and more often “playfully” mocks tim, dismisses his thoughts because he’s “young” (16 at the time), etc. nick is, essentially, a jerk who, despite—or perhaps due to—being a teenager himself, does everything he can to feel superior to tim.

nick also drags tim along to parties/hangouts with his college friends so he can show off that he’s dating tim drake-wayne. other than late-night parties with his friends, though, he insists on keeping their relationship a secret.

none of the bats know about this as it’s happening; tim eventually breaks it off and pretends it never happened.

rough OCBFEU timeline

jason and santi meet while jason is still sort of on the outs with the family but not in Revenge Mode anymore. first jason meets santi as red hood, and later realizes his main apartment/civilian ID lives in the same building as santi when they run into each other in the elevator.

sanjay identity shenanigans ensue! santi is very taken with red hood. santi thinks his upstairs neighbor “uhh, call me jay” is an inconsiderate dickhead for seemingly working out/moving furniture around at 3am sometimes. seriously, how many muscles does someone need. that’s ridiculous. santi also thinks jay has a very nice smile but that’s irrelevant.

meanwhile tim meets nick at rec center and they date for a few months. it’s not a great time for tim and he eventually breaks it off.

santi starts seeing red hood more because red hood will just. appear and shadow santi when he’s walking home from work late, and helps santi out of a tight spot with some of falcone’s men at one point (we learn santi used to work for falcone a few years ago; he needed the money to put his older sister through med school. santi’s not involved with the mob anymore but the past dogs his heels sometimes). santi and red hood start hooking up, though hood still won’t show his face.

santi volunteers at an after-school literacy program (while taking night classes working toward a teaching certification). one day santi’s neighbor jay shows up to the bake sale fundraising for the after-school program, and they have a cute interaction until there’s a surprise rogue attack and the school goes on lockdown. jay disappears; red hood shows up minutes later, helping santi secure the kids before going after the rogue. red hood gets hurt and in the aftermath santi, patching him up, pieces together that red hood is his neighbor jay.

shortly after this santi gets kidnapped in public along with a random teenager (tim drake) who happened to intervene and get himself kidnapped too. the kidnappers saw santi and hood together after the rogue attack, so they’re trying to get information on hood out of santi. tim runs interference as best he can and takes a few hits as a distraction, and soon enough red hood shows up to dispatch the kidnappers. in the aftermath red hood is cold and snappish to tim (jason thinks tim was stalking santi) (to be fair, tim was) and this leads to santi learning a bit more about jason’s family. this also leads to jason breaking up with santi because it’s too dangerous (for santi) to associate with him.

santi does not agree with this decision, and there’s a lot of pining and angsting until they get their shit together over the course of another few months. coincidentally jason is reconciling with his family in the meanwhile and getting his feet under him emotionally.

once they’re together jason and santi are like. incredibly domestic. totally in rhythm with each other. somehow jason now has the healthiest most settled relationship of any bat.

meanwhile in blüdhaven, blue pops in from an alternate reality where the court of owls rules gotham. blue was taken as a child and turned into a talon; when he’s thrown into this universe, he’s free from the owls’ control for the first time. it’s a rough landing—he ends up being fished out of a dumpster by dick and even though blue runs away, he imprints hard on one dick grayson.

Tim (18 now) realizes his longtime crush on kon might be reciprocated; cue panicking.

tim lies his way into a gay club to Research (because nick always kind of mocked tim for not having dated any guys before him; tim thinks he will have one shot to not disappoint kon so he has to figure shit out). gets drunk, starts making out with someone who is not uhh handling him gently. gets spotted by jason and santi, who are there on what was supposed to be a fun date, and they intervene. at first jason is annoyed, thinking tim’s following him again, and then realizes something is Wrong. he and santi dispatch the asshole other guy, and they bring drunk tim back to crash on jason’s couch.

the next morning tim is hungover at jason’s and mortified. santi makes him sit and eat breakfast and tim is like i’m sorry, i wasn’t even following you guys this time, i swear. which leads to tim haltingly explaining the nick thing. santi and jason (who is lurking in the kitchen listening to this convo) don’t know who this ex guy is yet but they’re gonna kill him ❤️

tim’s net gain for this ill-fated excursion: one (1) splitting headache and one (1) new older brother unit.

meanwhile back in blüdhaven blue is slowly un-conditioning himself, keeping to the shadows, and leaving little gifts on dick’s windowsill. the gifts are like, keychains, a lost earring, a random postcard. all tend to be blue or have blue in them, so dick starts nicknaming this mysterious gift-giver blue.

during patrol a week later jason finds tim on a rooftop and has an awkward but earnest talk with tim about uhh. consent and healthy relationships and stuff okay yeah we’re never talking about this again but also if you ever need anything. call me right away or i’ll kill you. okay good talk.

blue gets invited inside dick’s apartment for the first time. god bless bluebird they’re in their own little world over here.

tim and kon kiss 😳

an anonymous, “scandalous” tabloid story from someone claiming to have dated tim drake-wayne drops. resulting fallout, salacious rumors abound about tim + the waynes, etc. also, obviously, bruce and the family find out about nick. jason and santi figure out who nick is and separately visit him to put the fear of god in him.

nick: what the fuck, are you with the guy from earlier? i got the message! tell that guy i’m moving to star city this fucking weekend!

red hood: what guy

nick: you know the, the guy with the earring and the tattoo and he said if i didn’t lose tim’s number and leave town i’d have an accident

red hood: huh. no, not related. so you never made a deal with me. bummer for you, i still get to break one of your arms.

(jason obviously realizes the other guy was santi so he goes home and climbs into bed where santi’s awake reading and he’s like “productive night?” and jason’s like “mmhm, and i heard you had a productive day” and santi shrugs and then jason kisses the hell out of him)

over in blüdhaven blue witnesses dick get really upset over something (this article) for the first time. dick says “i’m going to be away for a few days but you can stay here while i’m gone, okay?” (when dick returns blue isn’t there but dick’s apartment has been deep-cleaned) (this leads to dick insisting blue stay there more and more until they accidentally end up as roommates)

batfamily deals with the nick aftermath and much-needed convos are had with tim. this also brings santi more into the family fold because everyone approves of him essentially making nick shit his pants.

bruce, up to this point, has been kind of wary of santi solely because santi is NOT immediately impressed with bruce. santi sees bruce as being on thin ice until he gets proof that bruce is in fact doing his best as a parent and then they have a slightly more chill dynamic.

meanwhile in gotham, mid family crisis, dick is having his own crisis/rooftop breakdown with tim and jason about having feelings for blue and going through his gay awakening at the ripe age of 20something and jason is very upset that he has somehow become the to-go gay relationship advice sibling.

because yeah, between dick and jason, JASON’s relationship is the more normal/aspirational one for tim looking for like queer mentors. bluebird is great and perfect for them obviously but they are not a blueprint for anyone else.

dick: [sitting on blue’s shoulder after describing how blue wooed him with random tchotchkes on his windowsill and then moved into a corner of his living room for a month and—] anyway do as i say not as i do

dick literally let a secret organization-trained slightly undead assassin into his house for fun bc he got like a few cool rocks as a gift

if tim asked dick for advice dick would be like “oh shit you like-like him? i just thought you were really touchy friends”

no one should ask bruce for advice, ever

so here jason is, somehow the most stable gay of the family

by the time damian appears with his first crush jason is like [sighs] [gets out the powerpoint]

timkon officially get together!

aaaand then months later dick shows up to family dinner with a giant ex-talon in tow like “heyyyyy guys, so guess what—”

there are also plenty of fun post-timeline adventures like “blue and santi get kidnapped together to target nightwing and red hood; kidnappers regret this almost immediately” and “tim takes blue on restaurant adventures because blue really likes fancy food; one day they run into nick who says something nasty about tim and blue breaks nick’s wrist (tim’s net gain: another older brother unit)” and “santi is frantically trying to catch the bus one night and steps on one of poison ivy’s vines—whoops, it’s sex pollen; santi gets introduced to PAID forms” or, alternately, “jason gets hit with the poison ivy special and that’s how santi finds out he’s on jason’s PAID form” and “bruce and blue surprisingly get along very well and trade sparring tips (meanwhile, bruce is trying so hard to get santi to tolerate him and it’s slow going)” and also “dick realizes everyone else in the world knew he and blue were dating and in love six months before he did.”

extra content:

santi, blue, and kon end up in a robin bf support group gc. one day kon gets added to a group chat that’s just like [(372)846-XXXX and (124)234-XXXX has added you to a group chat] and nothing happens there for like 2 hours he’s just like

kon: ?

kon: hello?

kon: is this spam? is there such a thing as spam gcs?

kon: am i getting blackmailed

kon: how did you get this number??

(blue added kon while santi is in school)

the gc also ends up nonstop unintentional comedy due to their communication styles. kon’s gen z (👍 = declaration of war) and santi is technologically elder millennial/boomer (thought 🙂 was a normal smiley until corrected)—but blue is none of the above. blue knows the nuances of every emoji but has no social rules for using them. he’s an emoji artist. he is unbound.

from @90kon, in a version of the timeline where santi hasn’t seen jason’s face/doesn’t know his name before their sort-of breakup:

after their not-yet-together-break-up they should have an argument. like santi confronts jason about him saying he doesn’t want this thing between them to go on but wont give santi an honest answer but also keeps lurking and santi cant move on like that. bc either he’s done with him or he’s not. and umm yeah jason is not rly saying much but eventually santi is like alright. just tell me this: do you want this or not? forget about everything else…do you want me? and santi barely has time to finish his question before jason says yes. in a tight voice. i want you so much it scares the shit out of me. and ummm well eventually santi is like look. you can have me. but i have conditions.

and he’s like. whatever idk uhh don’t lurk out my window unless you’re gonna come in. dont investigate me; if you want to know something, just ask. at the end he should say "and i need a name. it doesn't have to be your full name or anything, but i need to call you something other than red." and jason is quiet for so long santi sighs and is like. "yeah i didn’t actually think that one was gonna fly. whatever, forget i said--" and jason says "jay." like it just slips out of him. and santi stills, looks at him, and from the way jason said it he somehow knows it's real. it could be short for any number of names but it's real. so he repeats it. "jay."

family game night from @mammutblog:

collected OCBFEU tag

[OC boyfriends created in a lab by @90kon, @mammutblog, @cairoscene, @vinelark, @feyburner, @bluecrystalrainingdaggers!]

#OCBFEU #is there any purer form of fandom than making up a guy and letting your friends give him trauma #and romance #anyway yeah. the OCs.#my fic #asks #batfam #as soon as i saw your ask i was like !! the primer!!#jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Hi It's the anon who sent the blazer photo thank you again for using the photo for inspo! I was wondering if you can write something based on the photos and the OC telling him he doesn't have to be gentle with her and that she doesn't break easily and he definitely has a thing for marking her up. The sweden trip will forever lives in head rent free.

Okay okay, so I assume we're still on intern x Willy, since that's where the whole Blazer/lingerie photo started 😅 [Not sure if you wanted me to incluse other photos bb?]

So, yes, we're continuing down the road with another part of the story - AND to the anon about the mirror (you know what I'm talking about) it will come up in the next chapter! 😉🫢 I just needed a little part before that 🤍

Warnings; (why do I even keep writing this... you know me by now🙈) light spanking; briefly fingering; unprotected sex (p in v);

Word count: 3K+

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I feel your love, and I feel it burn I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

It was torture.

William Nylander was nothing short of pure torment as he moved around in his godly form, his handsome face framed by that perfectly styled blonde hair that fell as gracefully as Prince Charming's locks in Shrek.

And he was everywhere.

Well, of course, he was. As a Toronto Maple Leafs player, he was a constantly around. And you? You were an intern at MLSE, which meant you were in close proximity to the players almost every day. You spent hours at the Scotiabank Arena or on the road with the team—before, during, and after games and training sessions. It was practically an all-week affair.

But the worst part?

You and William were secretly involved. What began as friendly banter had evolved into casual sex and hook-ups, eventually leading to both of you acknowledging your deep feelings and agreeing that you were probably in a relationship. Especially after William showed jealousy about you going on a casual coffee date.

And you enjoyed it wholeheartedly. You liked William, and you felt ecstatic about being together officially, well, as official as you could be. Your relationship remained a secret as you both knew that the management wouldn't approve. Only Brad was aware of it, having accidentally stumbled upon your first kiss in the locker room.

And luckily, he’d promised to keep it under wraps, understanding the potential career repercussions if anyone found out.

"Just six more months," you thought, counting down the time until things might change.

And you weren't alone in eagerly awaiting the day when you could openly express your relationship.

Every time William crossed paths with you in the hallway, all he craved was to kiss you, to openly show everyone how you belonged to him. But he couldn't.

Instead, he had to content himself with the sound of your delightful laughter from a distance. He found himself admiring your radiant smile while you passionately engaged in your work around the team.

Yet, despite both of you attempting to maintain distance and keep your love concealed, you weren't doing the best job at it.

It was no secret that William had feelings for you. Even before he’d made a move on you, the team had a hunch that he was completely smitten and didn't hold back from teasing him about it. Auston and Mitch, in particular, relentlessly teased him about not seeing anyone else and how his eyes were always fixated on you whenever you were around.

"Come on, we all know you're into her, Willy," they'd playfully jibe.

"Just get it over with and show her a good time!"

"Yeah, let her experience what it truly means to be part of the Maple Leafs."

And as much as William just wanted to shout out about how he was already sleeping with you, showing you the best time every time, he kept silent. Because he knew that's what you would want.

For him, the concerns didn't hold much weight. While the managers might initially disapprove, what was truly so dreadful about it? After all, you were merely an intern, and soon you wouldn't even be associated with them. Moreover, neither of you could leverage the relationship for personal gain or career advancement. Your bond was consensual and rooted in genuine feelings, much like any other normal relationship.

Except for the necessity to maintain professionalism around each other at all times. Perhaps that was what concerned the managers—that neither of you could focus entirely?

Which did seem plausible. There were indeed moments when it became challenging for both of you to maintain complete focus.

And tonight was one of those times.

As you prepared for the match, wearing an oversized blazer, it triggered memories in him that had nothing to do with hockey. It was the same blazer you'd worn with that alluring piece of lingerie during the trip to Sweden—a combination that had provoked him, leading him to fuck you brains out against the window in his condo.

That blazer.

And as William recalled that incredible night, he felt a stirring in his boxers, imagining what you might be wearing underneath this time. Would it be the same lingerie or perhaps something new that could captivate his mind?

Nevertheless, the blazer looked exceptionally good on you.

Particularly when paired with the delicate golden necklace he had gifted you for Christmas, following his heartfelt confession about his feelings.

"Hey, ready for tonight?" Calle addressed William with a gentle tone, noticing the younger Swede's preoccupied state as they laced up their skates while you engaged in conversation with the marketing team.

"Yeah, sure," William replied with a chuckle, attempting to brush off any further discussion.

However, Calle wasn't ready to let the matter drop entirely. Having formed a close bond with William since joining the Leafs, just like with most of the Swedes, he knew William well enough to discern what was occupying his thoughts. And I t wasn't solely about hockey. Despite witnessing William's dedication to this season, Calle also observed how deeply his friend had fallen.

"Don't let her distract you too much," he offered a soft smile, conveying a hint of concern for William's well-being. Though deep down, he wished for nothing but his happiness. Yet, the situation wasn't entirely straightforward.

"What do you mean?" William inquired.

"Come on, Willy... I know the guys tease you about it, but you'd have to be blind not to notice the way you look at her – and not just because you're interested in sleeping with her," Calle spoke gently in Swedish, prompting a soft expression from William, realising he'd been called out.

"We sort of already are..." William timidly admitted, briefly glancing down at his skates before meeting Calle's gaze once more with a faint smirk. "And it's not just about sex."

Taking a brief moment to contemplate William's confession, Calle responded with a light chuckle. "I fucking knew it. But I'm genuinely happy for you. It seems like she's making you happy, Will."

And to that sentiment, William could only nod in agreement.

You weren't just another casual fling for him; he knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

Though, as much as he loved discussing you, finally revealing the truth to his teammate, the warm-ups for tonight's match were about to begin, compelling him to switch his focus to hockey.

But unfortunately, the game didn't go in the Leafs' favour. Despite scoring two goals in the first period, the Senators came back stronger and concluded the match with a 4-2 victory.

And William felt frustrated. Despite securing an assist, he believed he could have performed better, which, to him, held the utmost importance. Despite a defeat, he knew he'd feel better if he'd at least given his absolute best.

However, tonight, he hadn't. He had made mistakes that he shouldn't have had, leaving him feeling like he let everyone down, including himself.

So as the teammates gradually concluded their post-game routines for the media and gathered their belongings, you couldn't help but feel bed for William.

You understood how hard he could be on himself after a night like this. Yet, you also knew that he simply needed to let off some steam and then he'd be back on track.

In the hallway, as the teammates departed one by one and William caught your gaze, he then approached you with a soft smirk.

"Hey," he greeted casually, your eyes meeting as discreetly as possible.

"Hey, Willy... are you alright?"

"No..." he lightly chuckled. "But I'll be fine."

You stared intensely at him, contemplating speaking your mind, although you were still in a public space. And knowing no one could overhear, you leaned in slightly toward him, whispering in a seductive tone.

"How can I help make you feel better?"

William's eyes widened a bit at your spoke the words, responding with a playful smirk, catching onto your flirtatious suggestion.

"Well, I'm sure you could provide me with some company? At my place..." he gently suggested, meeting your intense gaze as you bit your lower lip, prompting him to delicately run his thumb over it. "Don't do that..." he added with a husky voice. "It turns me on, and we can't have that here..."

Both of you realised it was wise to put a halt to any further escalation before things went too far, so you both subtly coughed and took a step back, fully aware of how the evening was about to evolve.

So after swiftly attending to what was necessary, you found yourselves soon back at his place. Away from the context of work where secrecy was key. Here you could kiss, touch and undress each other, and not just with your eyes.

You could fuck, moan, and scream each other’s’ names as loud as you could.

And already entangled on the sofa, William shirtless and positioned above you, your tongues intertwined in a heated dance. Your hands explored every inch of each other's skin, revelling in the shared warmth and the sheen of sweat.

William's lips trailed to your neck while his hand paid attention on your breast. It was intense, almost eager, as both of you hungered for more. Your fingers tugged gently at his hair as his mouth moved to the other side, his other hand mirroring the same attention to your other breast.

Your breaths became laboured, gasping as his touch sent shivers down your spine, the anticipation building in your throbbing core.

"Willy," you softly murmured, acknowledging that he might still be feeling disheartened about the night's match. Your words prompted him to release his mouth from your skin, gazing at you with a dark, lustful expression. "You know you can let it out on me..."

Your words slipped out almost embarrassingly, meeting William's intense stare. But he offered a gentle shake of his head.

"Babe, it's not necessary," he tried to reassure you, but you remained unconvinced. You knew the impact a game like tonight's could have on him, leaving him feeling awful, and you could sense it.

"Willy, just... do whatever you need to – I want you to release that tension," you flashed him a seductive smile, persisting in your suggestion.

William had a tendency to be a bit rough when the need arose, particularly after a match; it just helped him let go of the emotions simmering beneath the surface.

"Y/n/n, what if I end up hurting you?" His words held a genuine level of concern, but you couldn't help but chuckle softly. He was just so caring.

"Willy, you don’t have to be so gentle with me... I really don’t break that easily, " you reassured him, and your words seemed to turn him on even more. Your willingness to surrender to his touch to help alleviate the post-game tension definitely got to him.

"Alright," he gave you a soft smirk before slowly rising from his position. "But in the bedroom," he demanded. And with a smile on your lips, you then swiftly made your way to the other room, yet you had a little plan in mind.

"Just wait here," you spoke seductively, gesturing for him to sit on the edge in the bed as you sauntered into the bathroom.

William's gaze followed you intensely, wondering what you were up to. But His curiosity was soon satisfied as you returned to the bedroom, clad in nothing but the blazer. It was buttoned across your midriff, barely covering your breasts, and its length just enough to tease the view of your cunt, paired with the necklace.

"Shit, baby... that's incredibly sexy," William breathed heavily as you slowly approached him, his hands finding your lower back.

"I'm all yours, Willy... have your way with me," you whispered softly. And In response, William lifted you up firmly, his lips finding yours once again before he gently placed you on the mattress, unbuttoning your outfit to reveal more of your body.

"God, so damn hot," he murmured huskily, his lips once more exploring your neck, his body pressing against yours.

Loud moans escaped your lips as he worked his magic on you. Your eyes instinctively closed, surrendering completely to his touch. It was intense, passionate, and hungry, fingers entwined in hair as you pulled each other closer.

Then, with a deliberate pause, William withdrew, kneeling as he took in the sight of the messy state, he'd caused you to become, before undressing himself completely, your gaze fixated on his every movement.

And his hard cock was nothing but evident, pulsating from the intense foreplay of kissing and tantalising discussions about what he had in store for you. And His mind was racing with possibilities.

Returning to the bed, he swiftly positioned you onto your knees, propped up on your arms as he lifted your ass in the air.

"You look incredible," he spoke darkly, his hands exploring your cheeks as he contemplated his next move. And Unable to contain himself any longer, his palm forcefully connected with your tender skin, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure from you, your reaction a blend of a shriek and a gasp.

The exquisite sound you made, coupled with the faint blush forming on your cheek, only fuelled William's desire for more. So, he spanked you again. And again.

Each strike drew a loud cry from you, a sound that easily blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Which, in essence, it was.

The sensation of pleasure washed over you as William's hand met your skin once more, igniting an unexpected surge of arousal, causing your core to glisten with anticipation.

"Fuck, Willy...yes"

However, William decided to pause, content with the hue he'd created, He turned over again, spreading your legs on either side of him, moistening two fingers in his mouth before trailing them between your folds.

"Baby, you're so ready for me," he murmured softly, sliding his fingers inside your warmth, completely coating them with your juices before withdrawing.

"Yes, Willy, just for you..." you gasped, aching for more than just his touch.

"Such a good girl... You deserve more, don't you?"

And all you could manage was a nod as the tip of his cock teased your entrance. His hands took hold of your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head as he thrust into you.

Moans echoed around the room as William pulled out, then thrust forcefully back in, setting a brisk rhythm while maintaining his grip on your arms.

His actions were intense and forceful, a release of pent-up frustrations that propelled him deeper into your dripping core as He felt the grip of your tight walls around him, and your wetness coating his length.

And it was causing him to get closer to his climax. Having no intentions of holding back, just like you’d encouraged, he just kept on pounding. And you were just as close to an orgasm as his cock stimulated your inside over and over again, hitting you deep and hard. The restrain of your arms causing you to just let your mind go foggy and lungs empty for air as loud sounds continuously sang from your lips.

"I'm close, Willy," you managed to gasp, but then instead of holding your wrist, William shifted his grasp to your throat, not to choke but to just hold down slightly, allowing you gasps of air as he quickened his pace, pushing you towards your climax. Your body tried to arch, curses falling from your lips along with his name, and your eyes shut tightly in sync with the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

And as your body trembled in the throes of an intense orgasm, William followed suit, his climax surging through him, releasing his cum inside you.

"Shit," he exhaled deeply, staying still to ensure every drop remained within you, trying to catch his breath as he released his grip, almost collapsing against you, his head resting on your neck.

The room hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat as you both gradually returned to reality, easing down from the intense rush of ecstasy. No words were exchanged, both of you breathless, slowly detangling, and William gently pulled out before resting next to you.

You could sense the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, almost synchronised with William's, as you turned to meet each other's gaze, smiles gently appearing on your lips before breaking the silence.

"So, did it help ease the tension?" you asked softly.

"Yeah, it really did, babe," William responded, mirroring your expression.

Once more, you both settled into a tender moment of intimate silence, nestled against his comforting warmth.

"That's good, I just... I want to be there for you, Willy," you tenderly caressed his cheek.

"I appreciate that," William placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I'm really glad to have you."

It felt like the outside world had vanished as the two of you lay there together, free from concerns about anyone else's opinions. However, the harsh reality was waiting just hours away, so you cherished the moment for as long as possible.

"You'll stay here tonight, won't you?" William asked softly, his fingers tracing your shoulder's soft skin.

"Of course," you flashed him a sweet smile. And after both of you freshened up in the bathroom, William handed you a spare toothbrush and one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in before you settled in for the night.

It felt like you were genuinely in a serious, committed relationship, and both of you couldn't help but display satisfied smiles as you cuddled, gradually drifting off to sleep.

Yet, the tranquillity only lasted until the following morning when you were both awakened by the sound of your alarm.

William had, of course, forgotten to set his, engrossed in your shared activities in bed last night. But thankfully, as always, you had thought ahead.

However, the calmness shattered at the very moment you stood in front of the mirror.

"Willy!" you exclaimed.

"What?" the Swede asked wearily as he slowly joined you in the bathroom.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, babe..." you shook your head gently as you met his gaze in the mirror's reflection, your hand delicately caressing your neck. Your very colourful neck.

And William couldn't help but find amusement as he observed the artwork he'd unintentionally created on your smooth skin. He'd left quite a mark. During his affectionate kissing and nipping last night, he had been a tad too enthusiastic and ended up leaving visible marks in the form of love bites all over your neck and collarbone.

"Well, what can I say? I seem to have a talent for marking what's mine," he chuckled lightly.

"It's not funny, Will!" you tried to maintain a serious tone, fully aware that this wouldn't go unnoticed by the team tomorrow. "You know people will comment on it!"

William's smirk gradually faded a bit, though not entirely, as he did relish the idea of everyone knowing you weren't exactly available.

"Then let them," he spoke softly, drawing close behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist before placing a tender kiss on his vibrant artwork. "They probably know anyway. Might as well make a statement."

You realised there wasn't much you could do about the situation. Perhaps a bit of makeup and a scarf could cover it up, but there was a part of you that also wanted to proudly display it, letting everyone see what William had done to you.

So, you simply released a deep sigh, surrendering to William's touch, attempting to let go of your concerns.

"Let's deal with that tomorrow," you spoke softly, once again meeting his eyes in the mirror. And with that, you decided to release the matter and simply lean into his comforting embrace.

#my asks #intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut

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coalswriting · 10 months

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lottie x reader domestic headcanons (similar family dynamic)

1.1k words approx

a/n: decided to go with a bullet point formula for this one with a bit of short dialogue scattered about! :)

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you met lottie in ninth grade. she sat next to you during the introductory assembly that was held on the first day of every school year. she was fiddling with her cuticles and the very quiet scratching sound was ANNOYING YOU!! so you told her to cut it out. when she looked you in the eyes to apologise, you were the one who ended apologising in the absolute gay panic that had consumed you.

after the assembly ended, you went to your first art class of the year. lottie was there too, and to gauge everyone’s art skill, the teacher had you draw a portrait of the person sitting in front of you. it was lottie. surprisingly, you didn’t mess it up too bad, and with how flattered she was, she talked to you during the rest of your classes that day. you both got along really well despite how badly you kept fumbling your words near her. after a year, you confessed your feelings and started dating.

lottie’s parents were very absent in her life; they often travelled for work and she stayed at home alone with the maids, cooks, and gardeners. you could tell, straight away, just how alone she was in such a harrowingly large house, so you often came over. the first time you invited her to your house, she began to tear up as she stood in your doorway. your house was quite a bit smaller than hers, but it was so cozy and warm. since then, she began to come over often.

a few months after you started dating, lottie began sleeping over almost every single day. you were upset every morning when you saw her sad, lonely eyes, and kept insisting that she come over. soon after, your father received a promotion and moved out of state to pursue his career. your mother followed suit, eventually, promising to visit every month for a few days.

lottie and you do a lot of things together. everything is a date to you; getting groceries, going to your local cvs pharmacy to collect her prescription, even driving back home from soccer practice. almost all the time spent together between you is pleasant. you love resting your hand on hers while she’s using the gear stick and changing the radio channel until you find something to listen to that you both enjoy.

cooking with lottie is always… an experience. since she was always so pampered at home, she never learned basic cooking skills. one time, you walked into your kitchen and were met with the smell of burning and a very panicked lottie pouring water into a saucepan. “what were you cooking???” you asked, swinging the door open and closed to air out the room. “pasta…” she replied, sheepishly.

since then, you were in charge of cooking, whereas she helped cut the ingredients and helping with clean up (though, realistically, you did most of the work.)

sometimes you and lottie argue over the tv. because your tv has two remotes, you constantly change channels. it turns into a battle of you trying to keep mtv on, whereas she tries to keep national geographic on. this can last ages. eventually you’ll settle for national geographic and cuddle up against your happy girlfriend as she strokes your hair and scratches your scalp.

you both also enjoy sitting in silence and doing your own thing. you’ll be busy transferring your notes to another copy whereas lottie would be lying down, listening to music on your walkman.

oftentimes, you try to study together. it could be silent one second, until lottie suddenly flops on top of you, squashing you under her weight and pecking you with kisses and cuddles. initially, you try to resist, but eventually melt into your loving partner, and sometimes it progresses into something more.

at nighttime, lottie cuddles up against your back, holding you close and whispering sweet affirmations in your ear. she also keeps repeating how much she loves you until she hears your breathing soften, indicating that you’ve fallen asleep.

she’s practically a radiator, and you oftentimes wake up needing to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, which by the way, she will proceed to drink all of it the moment you finish taking your first sip. she’s such a gremlin.

you often wake each other up at obscure hours to talk about the dreams that you’ve had. “lottie, i had a dream that we were both pokemon trainers and in love, and now i’m really sad—” “ok but did I have a charmander?” “no lottie, you had a goldeen” “LAAAAAMEEE” (and then she instantly passes out)

you also both tried to find the most insufferable nicknames to give each other in order to annoy the yellowjackets; you call her pookie and she calls you snookums. the others HATE it. you and lottie are so fucking annoying together, it’s incredible.

when it comes to bath time, you love washing each other’s hair and backs. showers with lottie can take up to forty-five minutes as you often end up sitting on the floor, cuddling and making shapes with your stray hairs that you wipe on the wall.

one time, lottie asked tai to come over to help with her french homework. she said, “come by my house after school?”, to which tai obviously agreed. after half an hour of tai not being there, lottie realised that she referred to your house as “my house”, and thus, tai was probably waiting outside her house. she sped over to pick her up, and despite her profusive apologising, tai was very annoyed and still jokingly holds it against her to this day.

a few times, you’ve invited jackie, shauna, tai, van, and nat over to yours for a sleepover. you’d end up raiding your parents liquor cabinet, and after a few hours of making the most abhorrent cocktails imaginable, everyone would be near black-out drunk, giving you and lottie the opportunity to slip out and make out (she’s a very affectionate drunk.)

lottie likes to put her right hand on your cheek, holding your face gently, while her other hand explores your body, feeling all your curves. she’ll slip a hand under your shirt and rest it just above your hip, causing you to moan softly into her lips, which normally elicits a smirk from the brunette. she’ll leave you pent up and needy before suddenly stopping and returning to the living room to join the other girls.

no matter how cringey she can be, she’ll always be the snookums to your pookie.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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minhosbitterriver · 5 months

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SHIBARI WITH SKZ.

ot8 x gender neutral reader.

content warnings: shibari, sex, intense emotional connection, anal fingering (male receiving)

summary: i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right.

🪢 BANG CHAN.

Chan would like tying you up but would mostly enjoy being tied up himself. I feel like when you first proposed the idea to him, he was nervous but decided to try for you anyway and ended up loving it. He’s a guy that is constantly dealing with stress and anxiety, so it’s almost a healing experience to fully let go of control and letting you do whatever you saw fit. It usually ended with you riding him gently, and he’ll be the type to tear up a little after you both cum because the time you’d just spent together was so deeply emotional.

🪢 LEE KNOW.

He himself doesn’t get tied up, but I feel like he would like tying up his partner using the shibari method. I feel like he would enjoy it quite a lot, especially if it leads to some electrifying, intensely emotional sex once the tying part is done. Like he’ll be thrusting into you deeply yet slowly, massaging all the sensitive spots he knows of while doing so. He wants to hear your moans that sound so preciously different from the way it sounds during regular sex — this one comes from the serenity of your mind, it’s everything you feel pushed into the soft sounds he coaxed out of you. Your face, the sounds, the way your body moved in rhythm with his despite the restraints — he’ll cum and keep going until he’s had several orgasms and he can’t anymore, nothing turns him on like being like this does.

🪢 CHANGBIN.

Tie him up. He’ll tie you up every once in a while, but mostly him, especially if done in front of a mirror. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy to enjoy watching himself being tied up with pink rope, and the way you’d leave a trail of kisses everywhere. He adores having sex with you like that, and he’ll cum if you play with his hole just right. He’s so soft, so buff and strong but he’d look so stunning tied up like that, whimpering your name as he grows more and more needy.

🪢 HYUNJIN.

I feel like this might be a genuine kink that he has, but it might be reserved to the lovers he shares the deepest, most intense connections with. Something about the way he describes himself as an emotional guy, his artistic perspective, his gentleness — everything makes me feel like he’d love this as much as I do. His touch would be so tender, and he’d caress your skin with every knot he made, and once you’re all tied up he just pulls you onto his lap while you’re both naked and he just holds you for a moment there. Like it’s not necessarily a sexual thing for him, just the amount of trust it takes to be in that type of mindset while tied up like that. It’s a form of bonding for him. He also likes being the one tied up by his lover, and he’ll be extra clingy and would need all the praise in the world before, during and after.

🪢 HAN.

He would definitely be the one to be tied up, he’s just the kind of guy who adores being at the complete mercy of his partner. It’s the ultimate sign of trust and intense love for him — he trusts you to care for him when in such a vulnerable state, and therefore that shows how much he also loves you. Constant eye-contact is very much needed, he needs to see your face, your expressions, everything. Kissing is more than encouraged as well, just call him a good boy or a pretty baby and he’ll be melting on the spot.

🪢 FELIX.

Something in my gut tells me that he would be the one to briefly bring it up as a kink he’s heard about before and found interesting, but then once you do research and seriously suggest trying it, he would be nervous. Perhaps it’s the level of intimacy, or the fear of doing it wrong — but he would need some time to think on it. Eventually, he’ll agree and it’ll lead to the most mind-blowing sex either of you have ever experienced. His hands are just so soft and gentle as he ties you up, and then when he finally fucks you, it’s all praises and eye-contact and him just fully catering to your every need for as long as you wish.

🪢 SEUNGMIN.

Doing shibari with him would be a bit more rough, I think. He’ll be domming you, but it’s a mixture of stern and soft. The time spent tying you up would be soft and he’d have his twinkling brown eyes on you the whole time while making you laugh a little with his jokes to soothe you. But once he’s inside of you, it’s like an animal takes over and he’s thrusting in and out of you at such an ínstense speed, you have no other option but to scream his name as you cum several times before he does.

🪢 I.N.

The first time you both experiment with shibari, he’s the one getting tied up. He’s not much for physical affection, but something about it made him grave for kisses and squeezes as often as possible. He needed constant reassurance as you worked, he was evidently nervous since it was new to him. It didn’t lead to sex though, because as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock, he was feeling a little overstimulated but he didn’t want to be untied; he just wanted you close, to feel your skin on his while his mind floated away. Like with Hyunjin, shibari served as a bonding experience for the two of you.

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Unexpected

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: request here

Warnings: angst, mentions of Depression

Pairing: Vada Cavell X Fem!Reader

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It had been a three months ever since the shooting, and you were slowly getting more comfortable in school again. It was hard, getting back pretending that you were alright, and slowly but surely, you were managing. Sure, it would have been easier if you had someone who went through the same shit by your side, so you could “help” each other go through the pain, but the only help you ever received was one from a psychologist who knew nothing about how it felt, because she never was in a school shooting. You had friends in school and sure they went through it too, but they were soon over everything, they recovered quickly, so the only Friend written with capital F you had was Vada. You had met her during the first year of high school and you immediately clicked together, your feelings eventually turning into something more, but you never found the guts to tell her.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Vada said, catching up to you as you were speed-walking to your next class. “It’s been ages since we last spent an evening together! Do you want to come have lunch at my place and maybe we can watch a movie next?” She asked, walking this fast had always been hard for her, that’s why she tripped on her own shoelaces. “I can’t, I have to study. History test, remember?” You said, not even giving her a look of acknowledgment as you walked faster, making her stop dead in her tracks as she sighed and walked to her own class. She felt like you didn’t want to be her friend anymore, she felt as if you were ignoring her… no, you were indeed avoiding and ignoring her, and it made her upset, did she do anything to you that made you upset? She’s done nothing but wanting to stay at your side… or maybe not.

“You don’t get it mom! She’s acting so weird, she keeps avoiding me without an apparent reason!” Vada blurted out while sitting on the kitchen counter, legs crossed as she ate some peanuts, venting to her like she always did after the shooting. “Are you sure that there’s no apparent reason like you say?” Her mother asked, she was cleaning the dishes after having lunch. “Yes I’m sure! These past two weeks I’ve been always texting her and asking her to spend time together but she always dismisses me or gives me cold replies-“ her mother was quick to interrupt her. “You’ve given yourself an answer already, Vada. You said “the last two weeks” but ever since the shooting she has been worried sick about you. She texted you every day, you have no idea how many times she came here looking for you and you were never home, every time I had to tell her you were with Mia” Vada looked down. And when you weren’t home, she’d constantly facetime you on your laptop, it would ring nonstop for two hour hours straight, until one day I gave in and replied”

Two months earlier…

You were panicking like your usual in the afternoon when you were home alone, you kept on thinking about the shooting, how you could die and almost did, and how you just needed someone to hug you and tell you it was going to be alright, so you were trying to facetime Vada for two hours straight now, not getting a reply until you did, but it wasn’t Vada, it was her mother. You quickly wiped your tears and sniffled “Miss Cavell, hi..” you said, trying not to let her hear the evident shake in your voice. “I’m taking it that Vada is at Mia’s place?” Vada’s mother looked at you with a sad look in her eyes and nodded. “I figured… I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I’ll hang up now, will you please tell her I called?” You asked, the woman was about to say yes, but then she figured that if you’d called Vada, it meant that you needed someone to talk to. “Yes I will. But now why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you? I can only tell that it’s about the shooting so please, just go ahead and tell me everything. I know it’s something hard to deal with.” And you did, that time you just told her everything. You cried and vented, letting her give you the comfort you desperately needed from your best friend.

“I could only tell what she felt but She was desperate Vada. She was broken, Depressed, scared, traumatized. She needed her best friend’s help, she needed you yet you were nowhere to be seen. I’m not quite sure what she felt but I can tell for sure that she felt and feels replaced. One day you were best friends with her and the next you replace her with some girl you just met, how would you have felt?” Vada kept on looking down. Her mother was right after all, but she was too busy being with Mia to even notice that her friend was slowly slipping away from her. “She stopped coming here, she stopped calling. She gave up, because she knew that if she’d ask for you, you’d never be there for her and now she’s upset because of this and she has every right to be, Vada. And you have no rights to be upset because she’s ignoring this when clearly you started this first. I’m telling you this stuff because clearly you didn’t realize this until now and for your own good I’m telling you to whatever’s in your power to fix this friendship. (Y/N)’s the most genuine person I ever met, and she’s the best friend you could ever ask for so don’t waste this.”

It was obvious to her mother’s eyes that the two girls felt something stronger than just a friendship for each other. However she always promised her daughter not to interfere in her love life so she left this detail out of the conversation, but the least she could do was give her daughter tips on how not to lose you. All that she said was true. She did ignore you, but she never meant to ignore you for too long, she hadn’t even realized that it had been three months after the shooting. She had lost perception of time. “Can I go to her place?” Vada simply asked her mother, who nodded and gave a small sad smile. Vada was soon out of her home and running to your house. She knew your parents would be working and you would be at home alone.

“(Y/N)?” She called for you as she rang the bell. “It’s me, Vada, can we talk? Please?” The girl asked as she took a peak in your house from the window, until she saw you come open the door and she smiled goofily. You didn’t reciprocate it, but you looked at her when you opened the door. “Hi” she said and kept on smiling but her smile soon dropped when she saw your face “just come in” you told her, and when you were two in your living room you started talking. “what do you want Vada?” You asked her. Of course you were upset with her. “Nothing I-I’m worried about you… I haven’t seen you around, I haven’t seen you at football practice.. are you okay?” She asked, you were trying so hard not to snarl at her “but I don’t want you to be worried at me Vada. Because recently you’ve showed me that you don’t care” you said and looked at her with a sad smirk.

“But I do care-“ “no you don’t Vada! That’s the fucking problem, you say you care, you’re convinced you do but you don’t! After the shooting you completely shut me off, you ignored me, my messages, my calls even though your mother always told you that I’d step by or call you, yet not once did you bother even ask me how I was doing, how do you think I felt, Vada? How would you feel if the girl you love started ignoring you suddenly and started spending time with a stranger? Huh? I was always, ALWAYS trying to check on you and what did I get in return? Nothing, I got nothing” you said, tears started forming in your eyes. “While you were safely hiding in the bathroom with your new best friend I was face to face with Matt Corgan. Yeah, the shooter. Remember him? I used to tutor him. This is the only reason why he spared me” you said and your started breathing heavily, some tears leaving your eyes.

“(Y/N)…” she knew you were going into full panic attack and she didn’t want you to. However you ignored her. “I saw life flash before my eyes. He pointed the gun to my head and he threatened me to kill me if I ran and called the police and for almost two months I tried talking to you, I needed you, I needed my best friend yet you were nowhere to be seen and I felt alone, Vada… I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life and it was your fault! You can’t just fucking push away the people that care about you” you said and turned around, you weren’t facing her anymore. Hands in your hair as your breath quickened “FUCK!” You yelled and started kicking the whatever you could find in the living room. “Dude, calm down-“ she tried, but you weren’t listening to her.

At some point Vada ran over to you, not caring if she got hurt as she tried hugging you from behind “no, no no- let me go!” You sobbed out, yet she wasn’t having any of it. She tried to calm you down with you squirming around, not wanting her to hug you as you tried to get away from her soft but firm grip. Eventually she managed to move you against the sofa, making you lay down on it as she straddled you to keep you still, hands holding your wrists. “(Y/N), calm down please!” She said but you weren’t having any of it. Vada didn’t know what to try to calm you down… until she did. She leaned down and kissed you, until she felt you relax your body and let out a shaky sigh, but you kissed her back. God you had been waiting for this moment forever, yet you never expected it to actually happen, you never expected her to reciprocate your feelings.

At some point Vada pulled back slightly, foreheads touching as she looked at you, her look being a soft one. You looked at her with tears in your eyes, they had stopped flowing out. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven” you whispered. She giggled and then kissed you again.

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ladytauria · 6 months

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For the aak game: jaytim greek mythology au? (Or any mythology really, your pick)

thank you kriz!!!!!

this ended up. so much longer than 5 facts xD i love mythology, esp greek mythology lol.

i played around with a couple of different myths, but eventually i settled on hades & persephone bc. it’s my favorite <3

tim is the god of the dead. it’s a lonely and often thankless job, especially as few of the other gods care to venture into his domain. however, it’s also a responsibility he takes seriously. he’s something of a workaholic, actually, though every so often dick or one of his other friends will manage to drag him away to have some fun.

jason is the god of spring. bruce, king of the gods, is… protective of him. he has been ever since jason’s life was almost taken (or perhaps was; maybe jason was a demigod elevated to godly status after death? idk). it’s something jason appreciated once, when things were fresh, but now… he finds it stifling. he’s constantly escaping to the mortal realm, to spend time around humanity and away from the pressures of mount justice. bruce always drags him back, & they fight. loudly.

when the itch to run off again returns, it’s either during or just after one of tim’s rare visits. he’s never spent much time around tim; viewing him as dour, condescending, and stuck-up. however, he knows that bruce never goes down to the underworld, which means… sneaking off to tim’s is a pretty good way to make sure he’ll be able to actually get away for a bit. for as long as he wants, even.

he thought he’d be able to stay hidden. unfortunately, tim’s power down below is absolute, & jason is noticed as soon as he enters… though tim doesn’t approach until he realizes jason doesn’t intend to leave. jason is sure tim will hand him off to bruce & is initially defensive, but tim is genuinely curious about his presence, & gives him time to explain himself.

though tim is loyal to bruce, he’s never had qualms about disobeying him or even flat out lying to him when he feels bruce is being an idiot. in this case, he definitely feels bruce is being an idiot, and so… he invites jason to stay. jason accepts, gratefully—though suspiciously, too.

jason thought he would grow bored or lonely down here (a small price to pay for his freedom) but… he doesn’t. just like above, there are thousands of mortals to learn from and talk to, but here their knowledge spans the breadth of centuries. they’re happy to share with a willing ear, and jason absorbs their knowledge like a flower sucks up sunlight. if that wasn’t enough, the underworld is large, too; there are so many areas to explore & visit.

tim initially believes he’ll see little of jason. at first, he thinks jason will grow tired of the realm, and leave it. then, when that doesn’t happen, he figures jason will be so busy exploring and talking that he’ll have little time for tim himself. he doesn’t mind, really. it’s nice to have someone pay so much attention to his realm and those in it. even nicer when that someone is a god that tim genuinely admires, even likes. he’s been drawn to jason’s warmth and kindness from the beginning; fallen deeper for his wit & intellect at every meeting he attends. so. he’s content to simply keep a vague eye on jason as he wanders the realm, and not engage further.

jason, however, finds himself getting involved in tim’s side of things, too. a lot of it is bureaucracy, which bruce used to let him help with, but these days—they fight so much its impossible. not that he and tim don’t butt heads, especially at first. tim is used to doing everything himself, and jason is used to being second guessed and having to fight for every scrap of respect he gets. but more and more, they start to work together. tim respects jason, even if he tends to take the reins more often than not without realizing it. before long, they find themselves sort of… co-ruling, without even realizing it.

it’s during these moments—and those outside of it, when jason persuades tim to show him the underworld, instead of stumbling around blindly—that jason finds himself falling for tim. he’s not as dour as jason thought. there’s a sense of humor there; with a bit of an edge, that jason delights in. he’s not stuffy, either. he is condescending, sometimes, but that’s mostly the lack of social skills. jason can work with that. he’s dedicated to his job, to the people he watches over. he’s kind, and smart, and he listens. he challenges jason, too. debating him is fun. he doesn’t try to shield jason from the darker parts of the realm, either, trusting that jason can hold his own. it’s nice. really nice.

so nice that jason loses track of time. bruce has been tearing apart the mortal world, looking for him; growing increasingly frustrated when he can’t find him. it’s causing problems. mortals are dying. tim & jason do notice the influx of dead, but are unaware of the problem—until dick shows up. he figured out pretty quickly where jason went, but has kept his mouth shut so far. he knows what it’s like to need some time away from bruce. but now, with bruce’s temper escalating with his worry, it’s time for jason to come home.

jason is furious when he finds out what bruce has been doing. he storms back up to mt justice, tim in tow, to have it out with bruce. it’s probably their worst fight yet. bruce hates that jason has been in the underworld. at least his power reaches the mortal realm. down there? he has little influence. doesn’t help, too, that many of the gods’ enemies are imprisoned down there, possibly including the one who hurt jason. it goes around & around in circles until finally, jason tells him that bruce can shove it. he’s in love with tim & bruce can’t keep him from leaving.

ofc bruce immediately has to try, decreeing that they’re forbidden from seeing one another. jason just grins. after all, he has an ace up his sleeve. he brought with him food from the underworld—or, more specially, some pomegranate seeds. and while staring bruce straight in the eyes, he swallows six of them.

it’s not just that this is a fruit from the underworld, though. it’s one grown by jason, with his powers. his essence, twined with tim’s. and by swallowing that, he’s bound himself to tim—or, rather, to the place of his power. he is half a creature of mt justice; half of the underworld. now it doesn’t matter what godly decrees bruce makes. he cannot keep jason from his own domain.

away from bruce, jason is a little less confident in his scheme. tim, however, is pleased with jason’s solution. (he maybe found jason’s defiance more than a little attractive, too.) he asks jason if he’d like to make his claim on tim’s domain even more official, and marry him.

jason says yes, obviously.

[ au ask game ]

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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hi queen! could you do “marry me?” with m tkachuk please? 🫶

Hi love!!❤️ Thank you for this request cause I’m a sucker for proposals and I love matty t🫶🏻 I hope you like it!!

The first time someone asked when you and Matt were going to get married was when you turned 21. You’d been dating since you were 19 and you personally weren’t in a rush to get married and as far as you could tell, neither was Matt. You were content with your relationship.

That didn’t stop people from constantly bringing it up as the years went by. It was mostly older family members who thought that the two of you should be married by now after dating for so long and it didn’t bother you, until it did.

“Maybe he’s just not the kind to want to be tied down,” one of your friends said idly, giving you a sympathetic smile. She wasn’t usually one to bring up the topic but she was talking about it more than usual lately.

“We’ve been dating for almost 6 years,” you mumbled, trying not to think too much about it.

She shrugged, “maybe you should ask him about it if it’s bothering you.”

Asking him about it was probably the adult thing to do, but you were hesitant. If you brought it up and he turned you down, you were pretty sure you’d die of embarrassment. It was bothering you though, enough that Matt began to notice something was off.

The two of you were visiting his parents during the summer before you went back to Florida for the hockey season. When he signed with the Panthers, there was a big argument whether you would move with him or not. Even though you were living together in Calgary and had been for a few years, you didn’t know if you wanted to uproot your life and move. It was the worst fight that you’d had during your entire relationship and at one point, you were sure you would break up. You both had to take a break so he went to stay with one of his teammates and after a couple weeks, you realized that you didn’t like being away from him for so long and not speaking to him. So, 10 o’clock in the night, you were going to Johnny’s to see Matt but as soon as you opened the door of your apartment, Matt was standing there already, ready to knock. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a guilty look on his face. The two of you sat down that night and talked about the situation, and you eventually decided to try Florida and if you weren’t happy there, you would work something out. You ended up loving it and even though you missed your friends, you were glad to have moved with him.

During the off season, you usually spent it with his parents so on the last night of your stay, Chantal cooked a big meal and you all sat around the fire that night. It was nice, spending time with his family who had accepted you from the very start and you were sad to be leaving so you sat with Chantal and chatted. Matt was talking to his dad, throwing glances your way every now and then. Keith seemed in a better mood than usual, grinning at his son and you wondered what they were talking about.

As the night progressed, eventually you and Matt decided to go to bed due to an early flight. He seemed jittery as you both got ready for bed and you knew something was up so when he finally got in bed, you pinned him down with a look.

“What’s going on?”

He tried to feign innocence but you knew better.

“You’ve been acting weird all evening,” you said, raising an eyebrow when he looked away.

“Just anxious to get back home,” he replied easily but you were too stubborn to let it slide so you pulled out the big guns.

“Matty,” you pouted, smiling when he groaned and sighed. He gave you a look, before crawling out of bed and walking over to his suitcase, digging around for something. He hid it when he walked back to the bed and your heart sped up, wondering if it was what you thought it was.

“I was gonna do something romantic,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed but turned towards you. He grinned, a little crooked and opened his hand, offering an engagement ring to you. It was beautiful and exactly your style. “I wanted to propose back in Calgary, before we left but I guess it didn’t feel like the right time with everything that was going on. I didn’t want you to think that I was proposing as a way to manipulate you to come to Florida with me. I wanted that to be your decision.”

“So, with all that said, marry me?” He asked, and you didn’t hesitate to let him take your left hand in his and slide the ring on your finger.

(and if taryn, brady, keith and chantal were listening to the proposal from the other side of the door, well, you couldn’t blame them.)

((alternate but kind of creepy ending: brady filming the proposal from the window and falling off the ladder because taryn was a terrible spotter))

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sxugaryx · 7 months

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So please come to your senses (Fanfic)

HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE END OF THE GAME

DON´T READ IF YOU DON´T WANT TO GET SPOILED

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Geppetto waited.

Waited for the battle to be over, he knew that he would succeed, and that soon, Carlo would be back, and things would be back to what they were.

When Carlo died, he felt as if he was being stabbed right in his chest, he fell to the ground, he could barely breathe, the world around him collapsed.

The ground above shaked, grounding Geppetto back to reality.

No, if he was going to reminisce about Carlo, it should be happy memories, the good times.

Holding him when he was born.

His first word.

When he learned to read, to write.

When he first went to school.

How he got in trouble at school…

Carlo´s teachers would call, to tell him to reprimand the boy, yet no matter how much he scolded him or how he grounded him, he just wouldn't listen.

Geppetto knew what Carlo wanted, attention, as an old man he regretted not being able to spend much time with his son back then. Carlo had no friends at school, partly due to his behavior, partly due to jealousy towards him.

His son was the world to him, he gave him everything he wanted and more, it was easy for him to make him a new friend.

Romeo.

They were thick as thieves, when he saw them play together, Carlo was truly happy.

He remembered the holidays they spent together as a family.

Christmas was always special, it was more consistent, he always had time for Christmas.

Carlo opened his presents with Romeo, he was smiling. Him and Carlo would fall asleep on the living room couch together.

The earth rumbled again, the combat above getting more fierce.

Geppetto never liked violence, although he understood why in circumstances like this it was justified.

Justified.

Like when Carlo got into a fight as a teen and broke a classmate's nose, but he was the one that started it, he was making fun of Carlo, it only made sense for Carlo to get mad and boys would be boys sometimes things got out of hand.

Carlo´s behavior got worse after that.

More fights.

He stole things.

Constantly pranked other students.

He almost got expelled, but Geppetto begged the school not to. He had excellent grades, to please just let him graduate the year.

Graduation.

Why didn't I attend his graduation?

“You don't care about me, you never have, you only care about your god damn job!”

Another dagger to his chest.

After that things only got worse, he saw Carlo less and less, and he got into trouble more.

And then…

And then he died.

Every time he remembered Carlo he would only focus on the happy times, those rose-tinted glasses were his truth. But now looking back, he sees the real truth.

Geppetto was a bad father.

Still is.

All this time, he had just been using Pinocchio.

No.

This was necessary.

Pinocchio was their only hope, and he succeeded.

He stopped the puppet frenzy, he helped make a cure for the petrification disease, he is just now protecting everyone, defeating Simon in his evil ways.

He had accomplished so much.

So why?

Why wasn't it enough for him?

… Because he wasn't Carlo.

A scream was heard in the walls of the tower, Simon had been defeated.

Simon would perish no doubt and it should stay that way.

Suddenly another memory is brought back, a recent one, at the hotel, talking with Lady Antonia not long after Pinocchio had rescued him from that stalker.

“Geppetto the dead out of remain so”

He was mad, granted, she told him in advance that the conversation wouldn't be a pleasant one, but he hadn't expected her to bring Carlo into this.

“Dear you have to move on, everyone dies, everything eventually dies, let his soul be at peace, not only for your sake but for the sake of Carlo as well.”

He simply walked away.

Snapping back to reality, he glanced at the box next to him.

The box where Carlo´s ergo, his very soul laid on, on his first try, on a puppet. When he first awoke he felt anger, hatred, Carlo attacked him, his own ergo wasn't enough, he needed more. That was the source of his anger, Carlo would never hurt his father, he loved his father and Geppetto loved his son.

“If you love him let him go”

Lady Antonia´s voice words echoed in his heart.

He was selfish.

A hypocrite.

How dare he criticize Simon for seeking immortality, when he was seeking to bring back his dead son.

The sound of the wires and gears now echoed through the walls, Pinocchio was descending.

He could finally have Carlo back.

He would see his precious son again.

Pinocchio just needed to give him his heart.

… But if he gave his heart away, he would die, he no longer would be Pinocchio.

Geppetto bit his lip.

The elevator kept descending.

This is it

You can do the right thing.

Fix all of your mistakes.

Be a good father to your son.

Geppetto opened the box.

He grabbed the small heart that rested in the Nameless puppet

A faint blue glow resonated, the ergo upon him.

Carlo´s very essence trying to speak to him.

Geppetto closed his eyes, tears ran down his face, as he crushed the heart his his bare hands, dropping the broken heart onto the floor.

He opened his eyes once more, he saw the ergo float in the air, it lay on his hands for a few seconds, seconds that were a painful eternity to Geppetto, then the ergo dispersed into thin air, finally, it was over.

Carlo was at peace now.

The elevator arrived at the destination, Geppetto quickly turned around to see the doors open, Pinocchio, alongside Gemini stepped outside, approaching him, until they were both face to face.

Pinocchio´s clothes were ripped apart, he could see his damaged body, one of his arms surely about to fall if a few more screws were loose, he looked tired, defeated even, despite his victory.

“Are you alright?” Geppetto asked, putting his hands on Pinocchio´s shoulders.

“Yes, father.”

That was a lie.

More tears fell out of Geppettos´s eyes.

He pulled Pinocchio into an embrace. Hugging him tightly.

“Pinocchio, my son, I´m just glad you are alive”

Pinocchio held his arms around him as well, both now embracing each other.

“I´m sorry”

“I´m sorry I've been neglecting you”

Pinocchio clung onto him more tightly, desperately not wanting to let go.

“I love you Pinocchio, I love you, the real you, not who I wanted you to be.”

In Pinocchio´s eyes, small tears had begun to shed.

“I´m proud of you, my good boy.”

They both felt warmth.

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cedar-writes · 1 year

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PKN pt. 2

Summery: Natasha is preparing for a mission, and you prepare for her absence

Warnings: Alpha!Natasha x Omega!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: Phat Knot Nat is back! No smut this time, just pure fluff. if you want some smut, check out PKN pt. 1

Natasha was gone. Again. Work had picked up for her and she was constantly at the compound in some meeting, or training, all in preparation for an upcoming mission. The mission was planned to take at least two weeks, possibly longer. She would be gone the whole time and it was no contact; you would be unable to talk to her while she was away.

She was at the compound again tonight. She left for the mission the next morning and needed to make the final preparations. You lay on the couch in your shared apartment and stared at the ceiling. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself. It had been awhile since you and Nat were able to spend quality time together and you missed her. Knowing that she would be gone for another two weeks made you want to cry. Ever since you and Nat had become official and claimed each other, you were almost inseparable. You spent as much time together as possible, she had even taken some time off of missions to be with you. But now that was over, and she was working hard again.

Thinking about being alone and Nat being out on that mission was stressful and made you sad so you turned to the best coping mechanism you knew of: making a nest.

Grabbing a few blankets on the way, you walked towards the bedroom. After a few minutes, you decided to build your nest in a back corner, right near a big window. You started off with the blankets you had grabbed from the living room before moving the pillows off your bed and into the nest. You worked for over half an hour before deciding you were almost complete. The finishing touches, of course, were a few of Natasha’s hoodies and a landshark stuffie she had given you for your birthday. You wore one of the hoodies and placed the other around her pillow.

You lay down in the nest ,covered yourself with a weighted blanket, and clutched your stuffed landshark. You cuddled against Natasha’s pillow and her sweatshirt, burying your face in the fabric to better breath in your mate’s scent. While the familiar scent of your alpha brought you some sense of comfort and peace, you couldn't help but begin to cry softly. You missed your alpha so much and just wanted her home. Eventually, your exhaustion took over and you fell into a deep sleep.

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Hours later, Natasha finally trudged into the apartment. Exhausted after today’s preparations for the mission, she just wanted to take a shower and crawl into bed with you. She stepped into the bedroom and kicked off her boots before stopping to stare at the large clump of blankets in the corner. She had seen you nest before, but never since you had mated and moved in together. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she was able to see your form curled up in the middle of the nest.

Natasha paused, unsure of what to do. She wanted to join you, but wasn't sure if you would want her to. She knew some omegas enjoyed having their nest being their own space, away from their alpha. It was something you and Nat had never talked about. As she moved closer, she noticed faint tear tracks on your cheek and the hoodie you were wearing and cuddling with. That made up her mind for her.

Being careful not to make any noise, she dressed in her pajamas and slipped into the nest to cuddle behind you. Wrapping her arm around your waist she pressed her face into your neck to breathe in more of your scent. Natasha heard you start to purr softly before you woke up and turned to face her.

“Natahsa! You’re home.” You wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged her close.

“Hi detka,” She whispered. “I’m home.”

“You have to leave so early tomorrow, I didn’t know if you would even bother to come home tonight.”

Natasha kissed your forehead. “You know I couldn’t leave without seeing my omega.”

“Thank you alpha.” You cuddled yourself closer to her. “I’ve missed you, and I’m gonna miss you more when you leave.”

“I know sweetheart, I wish I didn't have to, but -”

“Duty calls. I know.”

Natasha hesitated before speaking again. “You haven’t made a nest in a while. Is everything okay?”

You sighed. “I don't know. I just missed you a lot and stressed about you being gone for so long and worried for your safety too. I guess I just needed some comfort.”

“I’m sorry this has been so hard for you.” Natasha whispered. “I wish it was different. You deserve better than this.”

“No, don’t say stuff like that!” You pulled away and cupped her face to look her in the eyes. “I love you Natasha, all of you. I love how much you love your job, even if it takes you away from me sometimes. I promise I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Natasha leaned in close to you, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you so much, thank you for always being with me.”

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding each other and basking in each other's presence. You were just starting to drift off to sleep when you felt Natasha begin to pull away.

Blindly, you reached out for her and gripped her shirt tightly. “Nat, don’t leave. Sleep with me, please?”

Natasha looked hesitant. “Are you sure you want me to stay? I mean, it’s your nest, I wasn’t sure if you would want me in it.”

“Of course I want you in it!” You wrapped your arms around her tighter and whispered sleepily, “And now it will smell like you. So when you're gone, I can still get comfort from you.”

Natasha wrapped her arms around your waist again. “Okay detka, I’ll stay. I guess I need to make sure this nest is nice and smelly for you.”

You chuckled and kissed her softly before nuzzling your face into her neck. “Goodnight my alpha, I love you Natasha.”

“Goodnight Y/N. I love you my omega.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #alpha!natasha #omega!reader #abo supremacy #omegaverse #cedar writes

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Trying to make myself write like a monkey pilot and so random bits from worldbuilding of this fic that are only mention or not even included (this is trans Bradley fic, for people who have not read it, but some bits are universal - I'm sorry for the rambling)

Merlin has a flight school in Nevada - this is where Bradley gets his commercial pilot licence, not long after he starts medical transition. Merlin runs it with his second wife, Nandini, who was the original owner and main flight instructor. They met through Slider, who got his commercial through her school, and they got two kids and their daughter had a crush on Bradley everyone in their family holds against her any time they meet for family gatherings.

Slider, by the way, retired from the Navy the same year as Mav started on the path to become a test pilot, and got a commercial and then airline pilot licence. Mav makes fun of it constantly.

Jake and Bradley (then pre-transition) talked extensively about their future life together and in Jake's mind, it was a given they would get married and have kids eventually, they'd just wait for the right timing or until they were at certain ranks/positions. Bradley did want all of it, he just never thought/imagined how it'd actually look with him as wife/mother, only vaguely with Jake as a dad and his own image completely avoided (kinda hard to explain but it's like a very blurry picture where his own figure would be even blurrier).

Bradley still wants to get married and have kids. Once the whole wife/mom bit became husband/dad thing, he's no longer uncomfortable about the topic. He knows being pregnant would be difficult because society sucks but he's pretty sure he's at the stage of confidence when he can pull it off.

Jake's mom is the nightmare mother-in-law people joke about. For real. She is terrible to all of her kids' partners, but she is especially terrible to Bradley (pre and after transition) because Jake is her little miracle baby.

Coyote joined Jake's squadron just as Bradley left the Navy, which means he met Jake in the middle of a heartbreak and well, that's basically why he's not the biggest fan of Bradley (even if sometimes it shows in ugly ways).

Bradley and Jake also had very different mindsets about their relationship during the break-up period of six years. Bradley had been a bit in denial and tried to force himself to move quickly, thinking that ever being with Jake was impossible (or you know, a fantasy only possible in his head...). Jake up until he sees Bradley, now after transition, at the Hard Deck, thought they were like magically destinated to be together and they'd meet again at some point. He dated some girls, mostly on Coyote's insistence, but he never hit it off with any woman, liked to say he was 'ruined for life' for Bradley and never stopped believing they'd find each other again despite the years apart piling on.

Mav and Ice renewed their vows and had a second wedding after Ice went into remission. Bradley was the officiant, mostly because Ice and Mav had a massive fight about whose witness he should be.

This is implied ?? but Ice's cancer went in remission because I imagine Bradley being there and Mav being there more often because of Bradley meant Ice'd go to the doctor earlier than in canon and had better chances given it was at an earlier stage when it was found. You know, a butterfly effect and all that.

Bradley and Ice spent weeks after Bradley's top surgery playing DCS, most often in the F-14 sim with Bradley in the RIO seat, sometimes with Slider providing commentary. As stated in the fic, Slider is the one to pop the idea and install the whole thing. Ice and Mav often play while goes through his oncology treatment and Ice often uses his puppy eyes to make Mav play as the RIO (rather than have two planes and Jester AIs)

Jake has a strange view on gender, which isn't necessarily bad, but it can be disheartening to Bradley, especially at the beginning. It's almost as if he doesn't see people's gender but who the people are (kinda like similar to not seeing skin colours??) which can be great when you don't want to be perceived/treated by just gender (like Bradley pre-transition) but can be ignorant if you do (like Bradley after transition). He is also terrible with labels and doesn't really believe or use them.

(A bit nsfw/tmi ??) Bradley chose his preferred type of top surgery based on the desire to keep the sensation of his nipples (buttonhole has a higher probability of keeping the feeling), mostly because it was a really sensitive part of his body, but ended up not keeping the full sensation on one side, which is always a possible outcome with any top surgeries, and after a few more months on T realized that his chest isn't really that sensitive anymore anyway. It's probably one of the very few things he misses.

I'm absolutely ecstatic because readers picked up on it, but Jake's been so jealous of Mav the whole time the fic's been going on and it'll continue until he realizes who Mav is to Bradley actually. You can only imagine how horrified he is when he realizes how terrible of a first impression he made on Mav.

While Mav is not a fan of Jake, Ice is trying to be very neutral. Objectively, he's not the biggest fan of Jake either, mostly because he's never going to be a fan of any of his baby boy's partners, but he thinks Bradley is an adult and should be able to make his own decisions. He also knows that a lot of people would have told him Mav is no good for him and it's not true at all so he's trying to trust Bradley's judgment.

someone please make me write, i just stare at the open document and change words in already written dialogues

#(sif) lamp tag #tgm #hangster #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #idk what to tag here its a hangster fic with a side of icemav parenting (or vice versa)

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