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silkjade · 2 years

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Hi can I get Genshin men as +1 to worker (*cough*) company party as they aren’t dating or just starting to date s/o? HCs like to be wedding date ones?

genshin men at a work party

Featuring— Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, Kazuha, Kaeya

⤀ established relationships, friends to lovers, pining, enemies to lovers ⤀ gn! reader, modern au, mentions of alcohol use, slight angst in zhongli's, suggestive but still sfw

a/n— this was fun to write lol also i’m gonna be limiting future requests to max 5 characters 🙇🏻‍♀️

DILUC

there is no way in hell you’re telling your coworkers that you’re dating the ceo of your company

that’s basically asking to be the most hated person in the office; you’ve worked way too hard for anyone to accredit your achievements as just sleeping with your boss

besides, you two have only just made it official. it's still way too soon to make your relationship public, especially with such a high profile figure

diluc is ceo of avoiding parties so everyone is surprised when it’s announced that the big launch event is going to be held at the ragnvindr estate

oh how he hates parties; you convinced him it’d be fun plus, it’s normal for a boss to be chatting with an employee at a social event right? it could give you guys a chance to soft soft launch your relationship. instead, he’s being pulled into every conversation, mingling with everyone except you

ah but how could you forget that everyone would want to jump at the chance to introduce themselves to the big boss himself

the night is filled with quick, stolen glances and it really doesn’t help that the longest he’s held your hand was the few seconds where you both reached for the bowl of grape juice

he quietly slips away and shoots you text

“ haven’t seen you all night, i’m in my study if you’d like to join me? : ) ”

of course you go. it’s a big party...you’d hardly be missed

as soon as you’re close enough, diluc pulls you into his lap and rests his head in the crook of your neck. please pepper him with kisses and play with his hair— his social battery is drained

you’re interrupted by a bang, followed by an aggressive twist on the knob before finally hearing someone hurl outside the study. it’s a good thing you locked the door

CHILDE

the firm you work at is throwing its annual holiday party and who better to bring as your fake date

great arm candy and he’s confident enough for the theatrics required to get your annoying coworker off your back

seriously your coworker isn’t taking any hints and they definitely don’t believe you when you say you have a boyfriend (which to be fair was a lie so…)

childe doesn’t do anything half-assed so he’s going full out as your ‘boyfriend.’ go big or go home!!

you arrive together, with his arm is around your waist. your coworker comes up to talk to you and he’s like

“who’s this babe?” with the most passive aggressive smile because he knows full well who that is. he pulls you closer; you feel his grip on your waist tighten

his hand is on your thigh every time you two sit down and he does this while making direct eye contact with your coworker

dangles a mistletoe above the two of you to steal a kiss. it’s not just a show anymore, it’s a whole production. his excuse? you want it to be believable right?

he’s pretty well liked among the rest of your coworkers; very amiable guy. completely ignores the fake backstory you guys prepped though and is spinning his own tale of how you two met (he definitely went the meet cute route)

which leaves everyone confused because you’ve been telling them something entirely different the few weeks prior

you drag him into the break room ready to scold him for going off script but your annoying coworker beats you to it and calls bullshit on your relationship. no matter how much he wants to, childe’s not going to physically fight him because the last thing he’d want to do is get you in trouble at your job

“oh yeah? would a fake boyfriend do this?” and now he’s full on making out with you in your office’s break room, which has floor-length glass windows btw

i mean yes childe’s your friend, but you also have an ongoing flirtation, but it also never leads anywhere? you two have a long talk that night

come monday morning you actually have a real boyfriend now but you also get a warning from HR. you win some, you lose some

ZHONGLI

zhongli’s your average salaryman with above average looks and an above average skillset so needless to say, he’s pretty popular in the office, especially with his single coworkers

the only thing is, he’s so painfully unaware of their flirtations and advances that they’re beginning to think he’s doing it on purpose (he is). nevertheless, they persist

which is how you end up going to his office party as his plus one and… who the hell is this bitch pulling you aside and introducing herself as his ‘work wife’

she says she wasn’t aware zhongli had an s/o; granted, your relationship was pretty new and zhongli is private in regards to his personal life so, fine, you’ll let it slide. but then she has the audacity to say you can feel free to ask her if you need any advice in regards to your own boyfriend because

“hehe i’m his work wife after all, not work girlfriend”

zhongli comes back from the bathroom and oh my god he can feel the animosity from across the room. he leads you away to somewhere private the two of you can talk

honestly you’re not sure how to feel. angry, yes. upset, definitely. because if she can be so bold as to say these things to your face, what is she doing everyday in the office when you aren’t there

he pulls you into a tight hug before your thoughts can get any more intrusive

“darling i’m so sorry for whatever she said. i’ve warned her of her behavior before but it seems i’ll have to visit HR again”

he doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night

KAZUHA

the interns; you’re both out of college hoping to land a permanent position in this company

of course you aren't the only two interns in the office but you are the duo ™. whether it's the way you cover each other’s work so well, or the way you throw paper balls at each other on slow days— you just fall so naturally in sync

the whole office ships you two

the company’s celebrating a huge merger so they’re throwing a party and since you’re both single…you guys decide to go together (his idea, he insisted!)

wow this apple cider is so good. oops it seems both of you missed the memo that it’s hard apple cider, and when you realize…well, you’re already buzzed

he’s not drunk, but kazuha is a lot more loose-lipped when under the influence of alcohol; he’s entertaining the other interns and you drag him away before he says something embarrassing about either of you (because god, he knows and remembers everything about you)

you take him up to the roof of your office building; the cool night air feels good against the heat of your skin. you’re leaning over the ledge watching the city lights but you feel his gaze on you

“you’re really pretty tonight, y/n. well you always are but tonight….”

you’ve never been in such an intimate setting together before and something about tonight makes him want to abandon his 14-step plan to win your heart

you guys leave the party early and the intern gc is blowing up because someone spotted you two getting in the same cab

KAEYA

okay so what if you’re the only one in your branch who showed up to the company party without a plus one

well there’s kaeya too but he’s annoying so you don’t count him. to further prove your point, he doesn’t really care anyway; loves the bachelor life he says

so why is he, your work rival, standing in front of you right now, offering to be your date for the night? is he making fun if you? if this is his idea of a joke it’s not funny! admittedly some of his jokes are, but you’d never tell him that

“I don’t know y/n, maybe because I actually like you?” there’s more truth to his words than you realize

for the sake of your single person’s ego, you accept his proposal…but you warn him that it doesn’t change anything about your current relationship

“You realize our little rivalry is completely one-sided?” he says as he hands you a flute of champagne

…..

“because there really isn’t any competition on my end”

omg you want to strangle him. he laughs at the way your eye twitches and you down the entirety of your champagne. it’s too late to back out now; maybe if you’re drunk enough you can get through the night

he matches you drink for drink and at the height of the party, you forget that you hate him because he’s..actually kind of cool and fun?

the way he beats your quarterly sales by just a little, scores just a little higher on performance reviews, receives a promotion just a few months before you…all out the window

you guys are making fun of your boss and gossiping about coworkers and giggling together?? who are you two and what have you done to kaeya and y/n

monday morning back at the office and everyone knows you and kaeya drunkenly hooked up because the sexual tension is gone but you also find out there’s been an office betting pool??

#— 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓙. ༯ #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x you #genshin impact scenarios #genshin hcs #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #x reader #reader insert #genshin modern au

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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 months

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Support System pt. 8

Roy Kent x Reader, spicy rating - MASTERLIST

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7

It's gala time! With a sprinkle of Tedbecca cos I've missed them!

ohh and this is the gif on repeat in my head (that SMILE!! JFC):

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He hasn’t seen the dress yet. You’ve hung it up in his spare room while you deal with the other stuff you don’t do all that often like hair and make up - and when you do do it, you have a little shadow following you and asking if she can share your lipstick, what’s mascara, and why do you need to put that weird thing on your eyelashes. You’d both had to rush to get ready for work after he’d fucked you in the kitchen, everything taking that little bit longer when you could hardly keep your hands off each other. He’d gone off to Nelson Road with the promise of meeting you in the city so he could collect his suit. He’d run you a bath when you’d both gotten back to his, kissed each little fingertip bruise on your hips. You’d gone with Sara to get a manicure for the first time in a very, very long time, while Phoebe played Princesses with Roy.

“Jesus, you’re glowing. It’s sickening.” She laughed.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but just pretend it’s not Roy for a sec, cos it’s not really about him anyway, but it’s insanely different. Like night and day different to anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, Sara. My whole fucking life. It’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. With Andy it was just about him, with anyone else before actually. Like they didn’t actually care about me, it was only ever about them. And I mean that in every aspect, not just the sex.” She pulled a face, “I know, I’m not going to talk to you about the sex, I promise. I wish I could, because I need to shout it from the rooftops in all honesty.”

“I told you, he’s so ready to make someone happy. I’m glad that person is you.”

“I’m still nervous about tonight.”

“Don’t be!” She said, full of confidence.

“These people mean as much to him as you and your mum and Phebs do. It’s like you three top tier, then this entire building full of people he adores.”

“You’ve met Jamie though?”

“Yeah, but he still thinks I’m just your best friend. He’s going to know as soon as he sees me that that’s not the whole truth.”

“So are you labelling this thing when you meet everyone later?”

“He said it’s up to me. But I don’t want it to be up to me. Or not completely anyway.”

“If anyone asks, you’re friends. They don’t have to know that you’re friends who are sleeping together and are almost certainly more than friends.”

“Hmm. You’re right, we can do that. That sounds easy.”

“Ah. Wait, no. Forget that. I’ve seen his face around you. It’s literally impossible for him to disguise that he likes you. And tonight, with the dress and the boobs and the legs he’s just not going to be able to keep his face like,” she exaggerated Roy’s impassive, grumpy face, “that all night. He’ll never be able to manage it.”

“Oh.”

“So they find out you’re seeing each other - does it really matter?”

“Suppose not.”

“Exactly. So just enjoy it. Enjoy grown up company, drinks and a really fancy night on the town with a whole football team. You’ll have a blast.” You knew she was right, you repeat her comments in your head as you potter around Roy's room - hair done, make up done, you've just finished putting in some earrings and now you're having trouble with your necklace.

"Not going to fucking lie, if this is the outfit then I'm fine with that. I want my money back and we're not leaving the house, but I'm fine with all of that." He says from the doorway where he's been standing for goodness knows how long. His suit leaves you speechless, perfectly tailored with sharp lines. You know he can tell that it's had an effect on you.

"Make yourself useful." You tell him, handing him your necklace and turning your back on him.

"There are other ways I can do that," he suggests once he's done the necklace up, hands tracing the line of your strapless bra and your underwear.

"No time babe, the car is due soon isn't it?"

"I'm sure I've got time for something at least." He hooks his thumbs into your underwear, using them to pull you over to the bed and sitting down, moving you between his knees. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him, knowing you made a wise choice in not putting your lipstick on yet.

"I don't think we do. God, you look gorgeous." You run your hands down the lapel of his jacket.

"Bet you a fiver I can make you come and leave you enough time to finish getting ready before the car gets here."

"I'm not taking that bet," you laugh,

"Cos you know you'll fucking lose." He teases. You swat at his shoulder,

"Aren't you wasting valuable time?" His eyes light up, hands squeezing your bum.

"Well, it's not exactly what I wanted but you'll only tell me off if you have to do your hair again." His hands, as promised, make very quick work of you while he talks about everything else he wants to do. He holds you to him as you come back down from the high. "Dress on then." He tells you, taping your hip. "I'll be downstairs." He leaves you with a lingering kiss filled with promises for later. You step into the dress and lift it into place, reaching around for the zip. You slip on the shoes and apply your lipstick, checking the whole look in the mirror. You feel amazing, you just hope he agrees. He hears you on the stairs, "just in time-" He starts, but stops abruptly. "Holy fucking shit."

"That's what I said." You laugh. "It's OK?" He hasn't said another word or taken his eyes off you while you navigated the stairs. You wring your hands nervously. "Roy? Fucksake, say something please? Is it awful?"

"You look incredible," he finally says hoarsely. "Fucking incredible. Show me?" He takes your hand, urging you to turn around and show him the whole dress. When you stop in front of him again, his hand goes to the thigh high slit up the front of the dress. "I definitely can't wait to take this off."

"When's the car coming?" You ask, stepping into his arms.

"It should be outside." He leads you out. In the car, his hand slips under the split of your dress to rest on your bare thigh. "Remind me to take advantage of this later when you’re less fucking nervous."

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Your grip on his hand gets progressively tighter the closer you get to the venue.

"Look at me?" He asks quietly, "It's going to be fine. They're going to love you. And god, you look gorgeous." You take the arm he offers at the start of the red carpet, you'd tried to skip it completely but you couldn't bear the thought of Roy having to do it alone. Photographers had also asked for Roy on his own but his response had been a very tame "No." Inside the venue, you spotted the only people you knew, the American coaches and Jamie both at opposite ends of the room. Once people noticed that Roy had not arrived alone, they seemed to all be looking at you at once.

"Royo my man, why don't I escort your lovely date inside and get a table, seems the fellas need you and it might be a bit like throwing this poor young lady to the lions. Maybe give them a Kent word of warning before you introduce them?" Coach Lasso kindly offered you his arm and before leaving your side, Roy checked in with you.

"Think I can cope with that." You smiled.

"I'll bring you a drink back." He kissed you softly and walked over to the first group of young men you'd seen out on the pitch. A couple of them clapped him on the back in greeting, looking over at you and then back to him. You could see from his profile how much he smiled. Ted led you into the ballroom which was decorated to perfection.

"This looks amazing." You breathe,

"It does, right? The boss likes to make it one of the best nights we have. She does a damn good job too."

"Wonder if I'll meet her," you muse.

"Oh you sure will, Faith Hill, she and our Roy are good friends so if he wants you to be meeting anyone tonight, it'll be her."

"Oh. Great," your smile falters just a little.

"She's an incredible woman. Lotta fences, but once you've hopped over those, it's like winning the Premier League. I'd imagine, anyway."

"Hopefully you'll get to find out. Only a couple of matches to go."

"That's right, Manchester next week and then West Ham." He's easy to talk to, friendly and sincere and he has you laughing so much you forget your unease. When Roy joins you with drinks, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you in front of everyone, happy that you're happy.

"Right, the boys are on their best behaviour if they talk to you."

"You didn't need to do that."

"I did, the dickheads would have been bloody asking for your life story. No filter on 'em. You been OK with Ted?"

"Totally fine, we've been talking about work."

"Boring."

"We're both at an impasse. I need something new, he's not sure what to do. It's all very dramatic," you drink your wine and look around the room at the assembled guests, "I didn't get through the two interviews from the other week." You admit.

"Shit babe, I'm sorry. They're missing out, it's their loss."

"Thank you. Feels like a ticking clock looming over me."

"We can figure it out. I can help." You know he doesn't just mean financially, emotionally too, but your mind is focused on the practical issues first.

"I wouldn't want you to do that."

"I know. You might have to stop being so stubborn at least for a bit and actually accept help though." You run your fingers over his knuckles, his hand firmly in yours.

"I know. I'll think about it when I have to though, ok?" He nods. "No more boring talk. Who you going to introduce me to?" You look around again, Ted is talking to Rebecca over by the bar. He's making her laugh. "Think anything is happening there yet?" You ask, leaning in to talk quietly.

"Not yet, but I think she likes him too." You sigh,

"That's so cute. Look at how he looks at her."

"There is someone I want you to meet," he tells you, pulling you to your feet, "but only if you want to?" You laugh a little nervously.

"It's Keeley, isn't it?" He kisses you and it’s just slightly over the line of publicly appropriate.

"Only if you want to." He promises again. You might as well agree, it's easier to get it done sooner rather than later and every time you've looked at her she's been looking curiously at you. He leads you by the hand to where Keeley is sitting with Jamie and two other players.

"This is Keeley, Colin, Isaac and you already know Jamie." You smile warmly at them all and they welcome you to their table.

"I knew it!" Jamie grins, "you sly git, I knew something was going on the other week. Friends my arse! You look lovely, I like the Chelsea blue." He nudged Roy, clinking their beers together, you watched the smile bloom across Roy's face, it was infectious.

"It's lovely to see him so happy. You look fantastic!" Keeley teases.

"Makes our life easier too, y'know." Isaac laughed with Colin who readily agreed.

"Alright, alright. I'm not that bad." He grumbles. Everyone around you falls silent but you truly can't help the giggle that bubbles up and out until you're laughing so hard you can't catch your breath. They watch you for a second before Jamie breaks first, followed by Keeley. Colin and Isaac soon relax and laugh too.

"Oh babe, I honestly say this out of love, you are though!" You laugh again. Next to you, Jamie stops laughing straight away. Roy looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Next round on me. Wanna help me Roy?" Jamie asks and gets up from the table, Roy's hand just squeezes yours before he gets up. On the stage, Rebecca is welcoming the gala guests. Keeley turns to you and you grimace at what you think she's about to say.

"Don't worry, he just needs a minute to process that and wonder if you meant what he thinks you might mean. Better have an answer ready for later." She offers with a gentle smile. "So what do you do?" She's guiding you to a safe conversation topic but you're not quite sure why. Then it registers - your passing comment, her advice, and your eyes widen as you realise what you said, "I know. Spiral later, deep breath now." You try and relax, finishing your wine.

"I'm a deputy Comms Director. Well, I was. I quit recently so I'm looking for something new."

"Oh wow, I love working with internal Comms, you guys know exactly what you want. Makes my job so much easier!" She laughs and pulls you into a deep discussion about external PR and internal department politics. You glance at Roy occasionally, meeting his eyes more than once. His face is impassive, unreadable. He still holds your hand, thumb resting on your pulse point while he's in his own conversation with Isaac. Your table is visited frequently by other guests and you get introduced to many other people as the evening draws on. At the auction, Roy looks relieved and nudges against you,

"Thank fuck I don't get auctioned off anymore."

"Tell me about it, I couldn't afford you." You joke, brushing his lips in a brief kiss.

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Once the auction is over, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You're maneuvering yourself in the cubicle when you hear the doors open.

"You look cosy with Roy's new squeeze." You hear an elegant voice say.

"She's so fucking cute, Rebecca. Honestly. I hope he's ready for her because she could be the best thing that's ever happened to him."

"OK, that's not what I expected to hear from you. Really?"

"Really. We're friends, really good friends and yes, I loved him so much. But I wasn't the right person at the right time. Maybe she is. As long as he doesn't cock it up."

"Maybe your time hasn't happened yet? What if it's still to come?"

"All respect, Rebecca, I think how Roy and I go our separate ways is not too tricky to work out. You and Ted however…"

"There is no Ted and I."

"Exactly! That's my point, and my problem! You can't let him leave, babe!"

"I can't force him to stay either."

"Do you love him?" It's no good, you have to move. Doing so will make your presence known but you just have to suck it up. You emerge from the cubicle to see the two women sitting on a small sofa with a cocktail in hand. Keeley noticeably gasps so you hold your hands up in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise. I didn't realise what a nightmare it was going to be to go for a piss in this dress, it's so fucking big and there's so much sodding material-"

"I'm sorry," Keeley starts, Rebecca is watching the two of you with interest.

"Oh don't be, god it could have been worse! You could have said I was a right bitch, or not good enough for him. Believe me, I'll take what you said no problem." She sighs with relief.

"Thank fuck for that! Have you two met yet?"

"Not yet, you must be Roy's new girlfriend. Gorgeous dress." Rebecca reaches out to shake your hand.

"Thank you. Not sure I deserve that title just yet, it's early days."

"You like him, don't you?"

"Like him? She might have just admitted in a very roundabout way that she loves him, Rebecca!" Keeley squealed.

"Well then the girlfriend title definitely fits"

"Stop deflecting Welton, I asked you a question." Keeley got back to business. "Do you love Ted?" She looks at you and you make to leave,

"Don't mind me, I'll leave you both to it."

"Stay." She urges. "Yes, I think I am Keeley, and I don't know what to fucking do about it."

"Tell him!" You and Keeley both exclaim.

"You can't let him leave without telling him." You tell her.

"She can't let him leave at all, he's brilliant." Rebecca seems ready to give up on the discussion.

"I'm not going to let you both gang up on me. You should know better," she points at Keeley, "and you, I hardly know. No offence." She points at you. She leaves the bathroom first while you and Keeley linger.

"So, what I said about my feelings for Roy? Totally true, we're friends. I'm getting closer to Jamie again, but I don't know what that really means. The only thing I don't know for sure, is how Roy feels. We've been split up for nearly a year, there's no reason he should shy away from anything with you. But his mind works in mysterious ways. You're better off talking to him. My advice is to be honest and open with him no matter how scary it is." She's taken your hands while she talks and when she's finished, she wraps her tiny arms around you. You're not tall but she's so petite it's comical. "So, we should go and fucking dance?" She gives you a wicked grin. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Ted and Rebecca will start something on the dancefloor. God, I'd pay good money to see those pair bang!"

Roy is looking out for you from across the room as you leave the bathroom, he gives you a little salute.

"Keeley wants me to dance," you tell him, going for your drink.

"Told you you'd get along." He leans down to kiss you. "I get one later though." You join Keeley and half the team on the dancefloor where you spend the majority of the rest of the night. As the evening winds down, Roy takes you into his arms where your stay for song after song. You notice Rebecca and Ted out of the corner of your eye dancing together and turn both you and Roy so he can also see. "Fucking idiot should tell her." He chuckles, holding you tighter.

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In the car on the way home, his hand finds its place on your thigh again. The quiet and the alcohol make you pensive, you're mulling over almost admitting that you love Roy, and Keeley's comment about making sure that he's moved on from her the same way she has from him.

"I'm sorry for saying what I did in front of everyone. It just fell out of my mouth, I didn't mean to ambush you with it." You start. He knows you're not done, you're worrying your bottom lip with your teeth, and you won't meet his eye. "Keeley's so beautiful, Roy. I mean, really so gorgeous." You'd never been one for comparing yourself to other women. You especially tried to avoid comparing yourself to the exes of someone new. You believed in the right person at the right time, and that exes helped shape a person. It had taken leaving Andy to help you regain who you were, for example, so like it or not - he had helped you become you. And so, you absolutely couldn't dislike Keeley, you knew that she'd helped Roy become this version of himself. She’d been so gracious, kind, and sweet during the evening, you’d had a lovely time. But that almost made it worse - comparing regular exes to footballers exes was like comparing apples and oranges. And try as you might, you weren't able to escape the fact that you were not a model. "I'm not her." You tell him, the worry evident in your voice. "What if she's the 'big love of your life’? I don't… I don't want to be a placeholder girlfriend. If you're not done with her, then I need to know." He didn't say anything for a long time, he keeps his hand on your leg while the car travels past the stadium and into his street. He thanks the driver, comes round to open your door and still hasn't said a word. He unlocks the front door and slips off his suit jacket before he turns to you. He takes your hand and guides you to sit you on the stairs and paces in front of you, rubbing his hand over his beard.

"If you'd asked me probably before Christmas, I think I would have said that I still had feelings for Keeley. But in the last six months, I've seen her change and I think I've changed too. Fuck it, I've tried to. I think it's crept up on me and I hadn't fucking realised it, but I am done with Keeley." He's still pacing methodically in front of you, making sure he says exactly what he wants to say, the way he wants to say it. "Properly done, I mean. I love having her as a friend, she's really good at that shit and I'd be lost without her. I could say the same about Jamie too but don't tell him, he's already a massive twat." He pauses to collect his thoughts. "She might have been the big love of my life… if my life had gone in a different direction. But it didn't. It's led me to you, and you could never be a placeholder girlfriend." It takes a couple of seconds but he kneels so that he's lower than eye level with you, leaning back on his heels. "I don't want you to be a placeholder girlfriend, I want you to be my fucking girlfriend, and I honestly say this out of love," you giggle through the tears that have started to fall, "you're a really good one." He leans up to kiss you. "Now please tell me that's the answer that covers all the shit that's been worrying you?" You kiss him back deeply, sliding forward on the step to bring your knees either side of him.

"I think that covers it. God, I really fucking love you." His laugh is magical,

"Fucking love you too. I love Lexie. I love that you can't park for shit and you're late for everything, and that you made my mum like you within about 5 minutes. She didn't even like me within 5 minutes." You kiss him again as his hands open up the split of your dress and slide up your thighs. He brings you further forward on the step and brings your underwear down your legs. "I'd spend the rest of my life on my knees worshipping you, even if it kills my bad knee." You lean back on your elbows as he brings his mouth to you and you believe every word he says.

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

masterlist ▸ 5. 005. chronic memory keeper ▸ 007. snake in the grass

Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys.

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them.

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow.

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend.

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands.

“Y/n?”

Minghao.

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.”

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face.

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side.

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.”

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?”

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.”

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.”

“What are you making? It smells so good.”

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce.

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor.

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.”

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.”

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?”

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.”

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.”

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything.

“Need my help with anything?”

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.”

“Got it.”

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself.

“Here you are, chef.”

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?”

“Try it and find out.”

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect.

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?”

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.”

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.”

“You are one surprising specimen.”

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.”

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating.

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on.

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.”

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.”

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.”

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.”

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.”

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.”

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out.

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room.

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?”

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?”

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.”

“Okay, I have an idea.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Trust me?”

“Maybe.”

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both.

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?”

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?”

“Yes.”

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings.

“Okay.”

“I’m sure it’s not bad.”

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them.

“My journal.”

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life.

“Oh, y/n. I-”

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.”

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.”

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.”

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.”

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?”

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so.

“y/n? Here.”

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note.

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.”

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.”

“Please. Let me distract you.”

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.”

“They wouldn’t mind?”

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.”

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable.

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.”

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space.

“Oh my god, you look amazing.”

“ I just wanted you to smile.”

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.”

“That is an awful nickname.”

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.”

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?”

“Got it. You go first.”

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?”

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.”

“So you’re a control freak, got it.”

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.”

“That’s accurate.”

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?”

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.”

“How are you so certain that its the truth?”

“Well, it's my truth.”

“Touche”

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?”

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?”

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?”

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.”

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.”

“Have you ever cheated on someone?”

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?”

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.”

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?”

“Please. Cheers.”

“Okay y/n, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?”

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.”

“Do you still have feelings for them?”

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?”

“Can I take a shot?”

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.”

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.”

“You don’t?”

“Nobody needs to know.”

“I do.”

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?”

“No, like you.”

“Wait.”

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you’re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah. You can.”

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once.

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao.

“Going somewhere?”

“What?”

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?”

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?”

“Sure, but come here quickly.”

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower.

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before.

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.”

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“What?”

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.”

“Hah. Alright.”

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

bonus:

note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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five-rivers · 1 year

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Iewuukaubweenz

AO3

@jaybirdscall

Footnotes at the bottom!

“Iewuukaubweenz,” said Danny, smiling toothily at the tour guide.

“What was that?” she asked. “I wasn’t quite able to make it out.”

“Iewuukaubweenz(1),” repeated Danny.

“Ignore my brother,” said Jazz. “It means good morning in one of the languages he’s studying.”

“Oh,” said the guide, smiling, “that’s wonderful. Preparing for college?”

“It’s just a hobby,” said Danny.

“What language is it?”

“Oiwawu uno Yinis(2).”

“Well, it’s lovely. Ah, I think that must be everyone…” The guide stepped away and started to do a headcount.

“Don’t make me regret bringing you,” said Jazz.

“Oh, you should have done that long ago, nu(3).”

“Nuuhuueiwee, uu iiuuni yinis, uzue(4)!” snapped Jazz.

“Your pronunciation is a little off, there. ‘Don’t forget’ should be ‘nuuheiwee,’ since ‘eiwee’ starts with a vowel.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Wibli i iiuuni eulmau noo iitsetu(5)!”

Jazz groaned. “Please, just don’t scare off any of my potential future classmates.”

“I make no promises.”

“Danny.”

“I won’t do anything on purpose,” said Danny. As annoyed as he was to be here, he didn’t want to tank Jazz’s social life from the start. “But you know how things are.”

“Yeah, I know. Uu iiuuni(6). But you could be helpful, too.”

“That sounds like a jinx, honestly.”

“Danny.”

“If you look at it from a certain perspective, it’s like I’m helping them.” And Jazz, too, because most people would run for the hills upon being presented with the elder Fentons. Crummy friend material, if you asked him. Which people usually didn’t.

Jazz gave him a look. It was a remarkably effective look. He crumbled.

“Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Well,” said Jazz, “when people ask why you’re here, I want you to let me explain that you speak over a dozen languages fluently and that I brought you here so you can look at the language, anthropology, and archaeology options.”

“But,” said Danny, “that is why you… Oh.”

“Honesty is sometimes the best policy.”

Danny squinted at her.

“Look, you’re the one going around showing off ghost speak. At least stick to Latin or something?”

“Ihi Yinis nyoobli wutish(7)!”

“And maybe stick to English unless someone asks? Maybe? Like, it’s kind of weird when someone who isn’t, you know, Spanish or Mexican or something starts a conversation off with hola, right?”

“I guess. But I am a native speaker of Yinis.”

“Danny. You have a utwueeeweustee(8).”

“Your pronunciation is still off.”

“Give me a break, here, I’m not sure if you can pronounce things in Yinis correctly unless you’re a native speaker.”

“Native speaker?” asked a young man behind who had crept up behind them. “What are you a native speaker of, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s Danny that’s the native speaker,” said Jazz, spots of color high in her cheeks. “My little brother. I’m hoping he’ll be interested in some of the language programs here at the university, if he gets to see them.”

“The language is super rare, though. Not very many people speak it at all.” Well, all of the dead, but that didn’t count.

“Mind saying a few words to me? I’m a bit of a language buff myself. Maybe I can guess it.”

“Noo iileihush hii u ib eunti aawee(9).”

“Yinis! Noo ieku iiiwoo, noo u hib euwi einu ihwuu muueu(10).”

Danny’s mouth fell open. A sideling look at Jazz revealed that she, too, was slack-jawed.

“Hii huuyeu yihi, iim. Wuicheuu(11).”

“Ur hii(12)!” exclaimed Danny.

The tour guide clapped her hands together. “Now that you’ve all got a moment to get to know one another, let’s start!”

Danny and Jazz kept an eye on the young man all through the tour. Neither of them were quite sure what to do with the fact that a… Ghost? Human? Someone who knew how to speak ghost was here, at the college with them.

“All right!” said the guide, “here’s the student union and our food court! Let’s meet back here for the second half of the tour in one hour! Okay!”

Everyone nodded, murmured, or cheered their assent, and scattered. Danny and Jazz made a beeline for the maybe-ghost. He had staked out a lonely table in the corner, as if waiting for them.

… Actually, that was probably accurate.

Jazz slid into the seat right in front of the maybe-ghost. “Before you two start talking, I want you to know I’m not fluent.”

“Of course not,” said the young man, “I wouldn’t expect a winoo(13) to be.”

“So you are…?” Jazz said.

“You can call me Roman,” he said. “But, for what you were actually trying to ask, yes, I am a ghost.”

“Your disguise is really good,” muttered Danny.

“Yet not, I think, better than yours. It’s practice. I’ve been in academia for a while.”

Jazz sharpened. “As a student? Isn’t that a bit unethical, considering that there are a limited number of admissions every year?”

Roman laughed. “Not really. I’m a ghost student, so to speak. I don’t really show up anywhere officially, people just remember that I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

So, unethical but in an entirely different way. “You just… go to school?” asked Danny. “That’s what you do with your… life?”

“What’s better than learning forever?” asked Roman with a shrug. “They say you’re not really dead until you stop doing that, and intend to demonstrate that idiom. I do move around, though. This is my first time at this university. But speaking of that… You must be a lover of knowledge as well, to scout out this place for your afterlife.”

“It’s not like that. I’m just here because of Jazz.”

“You really should think about what you want to do when you graduate, though.”

Roman cleared his throat. “As presumptuous as it may be… If you do determine to further your education, I will be here for the next several years.” He reached into his vest-pocket and pulled out a small, pale green business card. “I can show you the tricks of the trade. How to blend in, even if you look, and feel, out of place.”

“Go ahead and take it, Danny,” said Jazz, nudging him.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “It’s not really…”

“You can always throw it away later,” said Roman.

“Alright,” said Danny, plucking it out of the ghost’s hand.

“Excellent. Now that we have that out of the way, what major are you taking, Miss…?”

Jazz blushed. “I’m Jazz. Psychology and pre-med.”

“Hm. I was planning on sociology this year, but that’s not set in stone.”

Danny stood up. “I’m going to go buy lunch.”

He did not need to watch Jazz flirt with a ghost. Another ghost. Jazz… seemed to only flirt with ghosts. And guys like Spike.

Oh, ew, Danny did not need to know about his sister’s preferences.

Did Mountain Dew work as brain bleach? Yuck.

Or, as ghosts would say it, nuekawuhuu(14).

1 - Good morning.

2 - The language of Yinis (also called Old High Spirit)

3 - Sister

4 - Don’t forget, I know Old High Spirit, too!

5 - Now you know how I feel!

6 - I know.

7 - But Old High Spirit is fun!

8 - Secret identity

9 - I doubt you have heard this one

10 - Old High Spirit! I must say, I have not heard that in many years.

11 - You don’t look dead, though. Very impressive.

12 - Neither do you!

13 - Human

14 - Gross

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #ghost speak

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Getting Head

Riddlers and Rogues x GN!Reader this is a redo of this old post here that only had 5 riddlers and a handful of rogues so i decided to do a big update with everyone i write for! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oral sex

💚 Riddlers 💚

arkham

daddiest of all the daddies, definitely a gentle touch. he would need talked into getting head as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his work because he's not the best at taking a break. he'd be very grateful once he was over the initial irritation of having to put his tools to the side. lots of praise, holding your hair back or brushing it out of your face, easing you onto him to help set the pace. he's more than willing to teach you how to do it to his preferences perfectly. he likes pulling out to cum, just to make a mess of you. "remember how we practiced your breathing, or were you not listening during my lesson? despite your inattention, you're being so good. this is definitely where your genius lies."

capullo

this disgusting man is desperate for a sloppy bj at all times of the day. he'll whine, beg, bribe and prod you, whatever it takes to get you on your knees and doing his wishes. he's not a nice boy when you've got his cock in your mouth. it makes him a bit feral, emphasises his ego and the self-imposed power status he has. he'll slap your cheek with his dick or his hand, and will call you his slut. he likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat as you choke around him, and when he's done you better be drooling and spitting his cum out over your lips and onto your chin. "don't choke, jesus. savour this moment! you should be grateful i'm even letting you suck my cock. i'm the fucking riddler! this is a priviledge."

dano

he likes you on your knees looking up at him all angelic and sweet, something for him to corrupt finally. you have to maintain eye contact with him the whole way through because he is desperately needy for love and affection. he has a thing about wearing his mask during sometimes, for the power. he'll hold your hair and push you down onto him if he's in that kind of mood. he likes having his balls squeezed hard during because he's a sucker for pain and punishment and he loves cumming over your chest. "oh god, i'm the boss. i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i have the power. you're mine and i own you... uh... if that's ok... please..."

young justice

total sweetheart, but a whimpering simp of a man. he'll fall apart the minute you take a hold of him and about two seconds in will be asking you to slow down or loosen up or stop completely so he can gather his strength up, otherwise he'll be making a mess way too quickly. he needs constant reassurance and some validation about how pretty his dick is, and if you could also lie and say he's the biggest you've ever seen that would help too. "was it... good for you? it was very good for me but you are so important... to me... so... am i a good boy?"

gotham

honestly, he could get off without the sucking or licking and have his needs fulfilled entirely by cockwarming in your mouth. otherwise, it can get too overstimulating for him and send him into a little tizzy. either way, the whole time you're down there, he will be conjuring up riddles and scheming away, and there's a lot of potential for him to forget you were there completely until he feels the sudden urge to cum. "ah but do you know why they're called blowjobs? well it's very interesting in fact! it actually goes back to..."

unburied

my god he's a particular little shit. you'd think he would be grateful that someone could tolerate him long enough to be willing to suck his dick, but no. the entire time, he's offering his opinion and critiques. it's almost like he gets off on insulting you. which... yeah that's exactly what it is. he's not necessarily rough, but he's not very gentle either. he'll thrust up into you when you least expect it. and he'll cum wherever and whenever he wants, he's going with the flow baby. "don't fuck about, use your tongue. faster! oh my god if you take any longer i'm going to get bored, genuinely. here, move, let me show you how it's supposed to be done."

telltale

you better put your best effort into this. tongue deftly flicking, lips poised and pouted, teeth back and away. take him in completely until your nose touches the tuft of grey hair at the base of his cock and he's tempted, though not willing, to offer you a compliment based on your efforts. but he can't have you thinking that you're any good at this, that would mean you had nothing to learn and there were less opportunities to practice. "please, don't disappoint me. as much as it would be detrimental to your self-esteem to do a bad job, i can assure you i will be so much worse for your already fragile ego."

twojar

his preferred method of dominance to be honest. there's something about the servitude, that you're doing it for him, that drives him wild. although credit to him, he is willing to let you enjoy yourself. in fact, he encourages it. if you could moan around his cock while you take him in, it'll only make him feel all the more powerful. he also prefers to be completely nude while you're giving him head, you can dress however you want, but his body deserves to be worshipped properly. "brains, brawns, i'm everything. it's no wonder you're down there salivating over me. tell daddy how much you like it."

💜 Rogues 💜

scarecrow

jonathan needs eye contact because he wants to see your eyes water, the tears or makeup running down your face and staining your cheeks. he likes to stretch you to your limits, mentally and physically. he likes to see how rough he can be before you're at breaking point, begging him to ease up or to stop. and he enjoys the sound of you gasping and choking for breath. if you're not afraid, you should at least pretend to be, because it's key to his ability to cum. "are you trembling? is it out of fear, or are you just very nervous? because i would be nervous too, if i were you."

two face

harvey is a gentle, if not slightly overly-enthusiastic participant. two face is a face fucker. where harvey might ease himself in and then get a little bit rough the closer he is to cumming, two face is shoving himself all the way in and taking it all the way back out so that your mouth makes an obscene popping noise, and if it doesn't, he'll choke you. harvey might choke you too, actually, but only if you've agreed to it. and if he can convince himself that there isn't a risk he might go too far. "which side will the coin land on baby? spitting or swallowing? or shall we do heads and tails for whether i'm cumming on your face or if you're going to bend over and show me your ass?"

penguin

oswald doesn't even need to cum, give him five minutes of your time just slurping on him and he'll be more than happy to throw you some spending money and take you out to dinner that evening. bonus points if you're willing to set up camp under his desk all day and give him something else to think about if his meetings are too stressful or boring. and don't feel the need to keep quiet. he's got proud sugar daddy vibes and he'd rather his colleagues knew the kind of power he had. in fact, he'd really enjoy you under a table anywhere. "this is a classy joint babe, the food takes a while to come out of the kitchen. so be nice to daddy and get under the table. you do a good job and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?"

ivy

ivy is the sweetest receiver of head. to the point where it almost feels like you're being pleasured just from her sweet words alone. she's hands on, and very keen to encourage you, stroking your hair, running her fingers over your shoulders or cheeks. she's also pretty good at directing you or helping herself along if you need some assistance. completely judgement free! she just knows herself better than anyone, but she's very keen to have you learn. "please remember that the longer you're down there, the more in love with me you're going to be. through no fault of my toxins."

mad hatter

jervis needs to know that you're having a good time while you're sucking him off, so he'll interrupt you to get confirmation that you're still very much into this. but it's fine because he doesn't mind stopping constantly. he's got a bit of a thing for the teasing, the edging, the almost orgasm denial of it all. it makes him feel extra grateful when he finally cums and you lap him up like breakfast tea. "the way your mouth can move my sweet, you really serve up quite the treat. this is wonderful, thank you, thank you!!"

harley quinn

vocal receiver of head. squealing and giggling and calling you every pet name she can think of when her mind isn't complete mush. she needs you to be silly, sloppy, loud, a little bit crazy. you can't take it too seriously, you're there to have fun, and she is definitely there for the joy. but you better make sure she comes because if you don't there will be severe and serious repercussions. "oh puddin' right there! and if ya even think about stopping i'll smother you with my thighs, ok! now KEEP GOING!"

bane

yeah there's a lot of eduardo that's definitely throbbing and massive, and his cock is no different. so rather than stretch you out and damage you, he's more than happy for you to lick on him like you're trying to get to the centre of some lollipop. he'd find it admirable if you tried to take him in your mouth, but your lips around his head and your tongue running up his shaft is plenty for him. "ah, you're strong-willed but all i need is your tongue and your smile, and your determination to get me to where i need to go."

zsasz

teeth. teeth. teeth. something about the sharp twang of pain against the pleasure of having your mouth wrapped around him, sweet and sour. and also, while you've got your lips around his head, if you could also take a hold of his cock and dig your nails in? maybe scratch just a little bit along the underside? something that'll make him hiss as well as moan would be absolutely delightful and he'd be more than happy to mark you anywhere you want with his cum as a reward. "harder, harder... harder, come on, really sink your teeth in. do it for me, how could you ever say no? and deny me this pain and pleasure?"

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Trick or Treat: Malleus ver.

Notes: Malleus x reader(friends who could be more...), fluff

You were trapped in a corner with Malleus. Well to be more specific it wasn’t an actual corner. but his hair had gotten caught on your shirt button.

Part 1

You: … Malleus: … You: Don’t move, I almost got it out. I can’t allow you to lose hair nor lose my button. Malleus: Child of man… I’m very fond of you so I will allow you to cut my hair. You: NOOO! I can’t afford to live with Sebek hunting me down for this for the rest of my life! If you stay still like this, I’ll give you 3, no, 5 times the number of treats and no tricks! Malleus: … That does sound interesting…

*after five more minutes you finally got his hair out*

You: Finally! I got it out safely and no button or hair was harmed. My hand sure does hurt though. Malleus: About my 5 treats *all smiley* You: Ah yes those… *breaks out into cold sweat* Um is there anything in particular that you want? Malleus: YES

You: Is this really going to satisfy you? Malleus: Yes, it is. You: Alright here we go~

Part 2

All Malleus had wanted was your time. He wanted to spend time in the five- minute haunted house that was set up near campus. The two of you went on your break time and not going to lie you were nervous. Let’s just say that you weren’t into haunted houses because you were terrified. However, there was no way to say no to that smile of his.

???: Booo! You: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Faster than Riddle’s tsum tsum plush could ever go, you ran straight. Not knowing where you were anymore, you tried your best to stay calm.

You: It’s going to be alright. You may be all alone inside a haunted house that could be filled with real ghosts and things, but it’s fine. Nothing could be more scary than seeing the fish mafia dressed up as Jasmine. Everything is alright.

*whoosh*

You: Something just grabbed my leg. That’s perfectly normal inside of haunted houses. Perfectly fine.

*BAM!*

You: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Closing your eyes from the sight you saw what you feared, not the most, but it was an angry Sebek.

You: Sebek? What are you doing here? Sebek: I followed you here. Where is Young Master! You: Crap! I totally left him! Oh no!

Running back the way you came from you searched for Malleus. Eventually you found him or so you would like to think.

You: I can’t find him! No wonder Sebek and Silver are having such a hard time! Malleus wherever you are please come out!

*tap tap*

You: *turning around* Oh thank goodness, Malleus I found YYYOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!

Part 3

Meanwhile Malleus

Malleus: Where did they go? I keep hearing screams, but I can’t decipher if it’s theirs or someone else's. Sebek: Young Master, I finally found you! Malleus: Where is the child of man? Sebek: Hmm? Oh, they went inside to search for you. Let’s go back to NRC now! … Malleus?

Malleus decided to look for you once more. He frantically started searching for you. He didn’t know you were scared of haunted houses till you left at the first boo. All he wanted to do was apologize and make it up to you. Shockingly he found you, but you weren’t scared.

You: *grabbing a staff member by the collar* Hey buddy, normally I’m really scared of these kinds of things, but when I lose a friend, I can’t focus on anything but that. You get me? So, tell me did you see where MALLEUS DRACONIA WENT!!!!!!!!!!!! Malleus: *Shocked but glad he found you* I’m right here. You: *let’s go of staff member* Oh… I’m so sorry I deeply apologize for my rude behavior. I’m very sorry. Here you can have this bag of candy. *the staff member scurries away* Malleus where were you? Malleus: I went looking for you after you ran off… I never expected to see you like this though… how interesting You: I see… um can you please forget what you saw… Malleus: Heheh. I wouldn’t forget this moment even if you bribed me.

#twst #happy dragon #gao #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #malleus x reader #friends #fluff #trick or treat #button stuck #his hair #damn #sebek #I love that dude #ice cream anyone?#child of man #halloween #trick #treat

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Well...

...that could have gone better.

(Also it turns out Lovelace IS an alien. 👽 so that's fun, I think?)

(or my reaction to episodes 44-46 of Wolf359)

Welcome back dear readers, sorry for the delay. Procrastinating on finals has been taking up all of my time, thank you for your understanding.

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Episode 44: Desperate Times

Now where were we? Ah yes. Cutter lied about their deaths and has an evil girlfriend who makes his robots. Hilbert and Lovelace told Minkowski about the death thing to get her on board, and once they have her, she should be able to get Doug and Hera on board.

Great point Doug. How many secret rooms can one space station have?

And how many copies of the SI-5? Because we already had two Duck boys. If another Kepler strolls in and starts talking about Whiskey again, that might just be too much for me.

No Minkowski. You don't want to kill anyone. But I understand.

Wow. Doug knows some fancy words. "Commander Eiffel" 😂

Oh, they're actually laughing. I'm sorry Doug. Wow, he just made that up too, very convincing.

Aw, Minkowski. I want to hug her. If she doesn't make it back to her husband...

oh yay, she and Doug are talking it out! Friends! My feelings exactly Hera! 💕💕💕

Hera is so sweet. It's weird to think she was built by and modeled after someone so horrible.

Ah. Taking a late night stroll around the ship Hilbert?

Hilbert. NO. NO NO NO NO NO. NOT THE EVIL CHAIR.

Evil chair will kill you. Evil chair will show them your brain which shows them your plan to rebel against them. Do not trust the evil chair Hilbert. For a smart man, you make some remarkably and unbelievably dumb decisions.

I want to believe in them. I do, I really really do. But unfortunately, I know that there is an entire other season left. So...

It's not looking good. Personally, I think the most expendable is Hilbert. They can kill the character off without having to fire the actor. If anyone's about to die, it's him.

The "terrible trio", I like it Doug. Good nickname for SI-5.

The um...the blunt force trauma face?

Oh my this hypothetical of Maxwell, Kepler, and Jacobi falling apart is music, sweet music.

If only...if only.

They are really counting on the SI-5 acting exactly like this. I hope they get it right. I do love the way they make Whiskey Boy out to be such a cartoon villain. He really is.

Oh they're conflicted about who to target. That's right Hera. Target Duck boy. I mean...they did already kill him once, right?

Although slight problem. Let's say they do kill SI-5. Let's say they try to fly the ship back to earth. Can't Cutter just blow the ship up remotely? He'll probably send a missel after them before they even get into the atmosphere. I mean...what would you even do in this situation? He's literally got them bargaining for every second of their lives. Makes you wonder how many teams he has out there like this...

What happened? No gas? Oh dear. Plan B?

HIT MAXWELL WITH A WRENCH? POP A WEASEL?

I don't like how this is going.

"I'm glad I have you alone" Hilbert stop it.

Opponent is not going to hesitate to kill you. That's true. But you can't forget who the enemies are. Cutter and Pryce. And yes. SOMETHING IS WRONG!

Oh dear. Well this is terribly awkward.

...um...so...Maxwell. Duck Boy. Fancy a mutiny?

Guess not. Oh dear. This is bad. This is very very bad.

IS NOT ABOUT THE CONTACT EVENT! IT'S ABOUT THEM GETTING BACK AND YOU KNOW IT.

I KNEW THAT YOU COULDN'T TRUST HER.

"Don't struggle?"

Not the brain sweeping. Maxwell you have lost all my respect, and likely your own if you still had any left in you.

Shut up Duck Boy, literally no one wants to hear from you.

Well this is a pickle. How will our heroes (and Hilbert) get out of this one? 👀

Episode 45: Desperate Measures

"Wakey-wakey", shut up errand boys.

"Passion for disciplining crew members, isn't that right Jacobi?" You're a sadist waste of space who works for a sadist waste of space, we got that Whiskey Boy.

Oh great. Another super secret room. There's probably thousands of them at this rate. A whole city in the sky.

What a nice little room of weapons. As a lover of dramatic irony, I do hope Dr. Robot and our dear Errand Boys find themselves on the other side of those weapons.

Hera you can delay having to respond to her commands! You can! Remember: You can't do this. You're not good enough. Use it to your advantage.

"I knew it!" you did Doug. And yeah, Hilbert didn't sink so low.

"Kill whoever you like least", well there goes Hilbert.

Good work Hera! 🥰 Oh dear it hurts.

THE VENTS! That's right! Go Minkowski!

Geez does Whiskey Boy ever tire of the sound of his own voice? I guess not.

Shut it Kepler! Yeah Doug! He can go to hell! Tell him off!

Doug: "You're crazy"

Kepler: "No Doug. I'm just a man that wants to be taken seriously. That's why I'm sitting here with a gun in one hand, glass of Whisky in the other, while singing "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe" like a cartoon supervillain. There's nothing more respectable or serious than that."

Lovelace is speaking FACTS. He has lost his humanity. But um...ironically so might have Lovelace. Or all of them still unclear on that.

"You're hilarious" "one more thing I have that you don't" ooohhh... dang, it that ain't the truth. No one will be as funny as Doug, but if anyone comes close it's certainly not Whisky boy.

"Very nice speech captain" Well it was better than the Whisky speech Kepler. Take notes.

That's right Lovelace. Who cares what Kepler see when he looks at you? No one. Because he is a waste of space.

She'll survive because of magic alien plot armor.

Aw, she did it for Doug. That's really sweet.

And...off goes the gun. But no screams. He better not have shot Doug.

"You have 30 minutes to think about what you've done. Then we'll talk about Eiffel."

I know I should be furious over the whole "what you've done" comment, but I gotta ask, how dangerously stupid is Kepler? 30 minutes is plenty of time to put a plan into action. What does Kepler need 30 minutes for? Swirling his Whisky around and telling Doug how much he loves the feel of it in his hands.

Why don't you mind your own business Maxwell? Why don't you shut up and mind your own business and throw yourself in the airlock?

Good stalling Hera...yes! Finally knocked out Dr. Robot. Now, as much as I am against murder, eye for an eye, and all that...in this situation, keeping her alive puts multiple innocents at risk.

Anyone got an eye on Duck Boy?

Kepler doesn't care about Maxwell! He doesn't care about anyone!

Doug...great speech for this to work, he has to care about human life, and he clearly doesn't.

Yeah, I don't really like chess either Doug.

Why do I feel like he's going to hurt Hera in a way that only Maxwell can fix?

Ah there he is. "I wouldn't do that so someone. I just blow people up to kill them! :)" ugh Duck Boy is the worst. I knew that he was off doing something silly. "Crazy Jacobi the loose canon" dude, you're Duck Boy. That's your existence.

And I knew Hilbert would be the one to go. They don't have to fire his voice actor to kill him, which makes him expendable.

Well it took a very long time to get here, but looks like Hilbert is finally gonna kick the bucket. And yeah, you guys have no idea how long they've been trying to kill Hilbert. If it was Doug, I'd be more worried, but between Hilbert and Doug, Doug's got the plot armor.

And...there he goes! Oh wait...did she shoot Maxwell! Oh be quiet Jacobi, it's not like you ever actually cared about her. If Cutter or Kepler ordered you to kill her, you would have done it.

You can't talk sense into him Doug. He's a nutcase. We established that.

I love Doug. "Well it's been a topsy-turvy day!"

And see Kepler? Not so fun playing with lives when yours is on the chopping block, now is it?

Yes Doug! Tell him! Oh poor Whisky Boy, are you gonna cry?

Right three people dead: Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell. That's a lot. My money is on Lovelace coming back due to alien magic, Hilbert dead for good, maybe Maxwell lives on in Hera's memory or flashback land.

YES! I love Doug's loyalty to Minkowski!

Does Kepler have an escape pod? I feel like he would. Oh he's telling his duck boy to stand down. But duck boy doesn't seem too happy about that. I guess he cared a bit more for Maxwell than Kepler, even if he would have shot her if given the order.

"Finally over" hm...I seriously doubt that.

Ah yes the aliens. I wonder what they have to say about all this. And Kepler please shut up. "You want to be in charge of this mess, fine." The mutiny literally just happened on your watch. You spent half the crew budget on expensive Whiskey. You don't care at all that Maxwell is dead.

Episode 46: Bolero

Is that music? Um... what is this? I do wonder why they chose to send music, when they've demonstrated that they can send voices.

Yeah...this is a lot. And they lost their human doctor and robot doctor. As much as I hated them, they were useful. Unlike the errand boys, who only seem to be good a cowering in fear from ducks and giving speeches about whisky.

Oh and apparently they like music too. How nice.

"If the commander wishes for silence, then silence she shall have" and yet you're still talking.

Yeah...what do they do now. They have to warn everyone, expose Cutter and get him to jail, but the aliens are also invading. Oh gosh, are Cutter and Pryce aliens? Is this a plot to replace humanity with aliens? That at least makes more sense than Cutter's a loon who just wants to take a gander at some dangerous aliens, but why do I get the feeling that "Cutter's crazy" is what's actually happening here?

Oh right Kepler's special DNA. But your DNA still works even if it's detached from your body, right? 🧬

"We owe it to Lovelace, Hilbert, and Maxwell..." good work Doug. They were evil, they were flawed, but they were still humans.

Oh Hera. Wow, we don't have funerals for animals???? Yikes... I'm starting to see how she was modeled after Pryce now. In that case, I wonder what happened to Pryce. Also Hera, I get what you're saying, but that's an insult to animals. Many cats and dogs I've met are very loyal, kind, and useful.

oh dear she's talking to Lovelace's ghost/memory. 🥺 It's not your fault Minkowski. It was never your fault. And yeah...you all deserve to make it home.

That is if there is even a home to come back to...

Doug, Hera, come on. You're best friends. Wow. And yeah, she and Maxwell were friends, that's why she's so upset! Oh right...if one human friend betrayed her...oh Hera...Doug's not like her you know that! Maxwell would sell you out, Jacobi would sell her out, and Kepler would sell him out, but Doug? Doug would never sell anyone out.

"I know what it's like to not get a chance to say goodbye. And I don't think you're past the point of not caring. Not yet." That's sweet Doug. But you're giving him a bit too much credit. Oh he's mad he killed her? Fair enough, but Jacobi...you said yourself you were monsters! Do you really want to try to claim the moral high ground here? That's right Doug! Tell him! "You're gonna like it...I mean you're gonna feel sad!" Yeah! That's right! Shove the compassion down his throat Doug. Sometimes that's the way you gotta do it.

Minkowski is gonna have some pretty severe PTSD after this. I want to hug her.

Oh no, Hera's remembering Maxwell. "Was everything you did for me part of a secret evil plan?" it's not that simple Hera. Bad people can do good things. Good people can do bad things. Cognitive dissonance Hera, that's how it's possible. Compartmentalization. Circular and deluded thinking. And fake Maxwell is right. It's about you Hera. It's not about her. Forget about Maxwell. Forget about Pryce. You're better than them, and more human too.

Yes Hera, get the feelings out. No, Doug she's coming around!

Oh no...no no no...Doug is wasted isn't he? Kepler's private supply no doubt...oh no... oh Doug.

"I killed them Hera." no you didn't Doug! Intentions matter! You are the ship's moral compass. Don't drink yourself off.

"I'm a drunken mess whether I have a drink or not." oh Doug. Doug.

Please don't give yourself alcohol poison. Oh good self-talk from Hilbert. Yeah Doug never wanted anyone to die.

"How else did you think this was going to end?"

Aw, Doug has so much hope. Never lose that Doug. Never lose it. And yeah, it's nice to believe in redemption. It is theoretically possible. Though in certain cases, highly unlikely. I won't name names.

So...it's just Doug and Jacobi at the funeral? Well. This is incredibly awkward...

Oh right, Hera's never been to a funeral...

Oh nvm Kepler's here for the food. He's so gross.

They gave Hera grief but no way to deal with it? Oh she can't understand why they are gone? The "I wonder if I'll miss you when you go away forever too" is hitting different.

Minkowski came through!

Wow, Jacobi actually is able to say a few nice words.

Dr. Hilbert was a monster 😂. Fair. Completely fair. See ya later Doc. I think Hilbert would have liked it.

Oh don't let Kepler talk. He'd ruin the funeral. Though to be fair, he'd ruin anything.

Never mind looks like the aliens beat him to the punch.

Looks like the aliens decided to come early.

Uh...HERA?

KEEPING WHAT OUT?

Tell me the aliens aren't already here.

Is Lovelace coming back? Oh Kepler knew this was going to happen.

"It can't hear you." DO NOT CALL HER AN IT KEPLER. Alien or not, she's a...well she's a someone.

So she IS an alien? An alien who acts like her? Okay... and yes please, let's start at the beginning. It's about time Kepler. If you're going to talk, you might as well say something useful.

Now I've procrastinated enough but...wow this doesn't look good. Hopefully the crew can get back safely.

#bods wolf359 reactions #wolf359 #renee minkowski #isabel lovelace #doug eiffel #alexander hilbert #hera wolf 359 #wolf 359 #w359 #hera w359 #daniel jacobi #warren kepler #wolf 359 spoilers #alana maxwell

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WIP Wednesday (but late again)

I'm not entirely sure how two days have passed since Wednesday, when I planned to post this. But anyway, here's an excerpt from the missing scene chapter of my ongoing superbat identity porn fic Love Triangles. No context really needed, except for that Bruce has picked Clark up in a bar, but neither of them know the other's identity. (FYI there's nothing explicit here yet!)

Wayne, unsurprisingly, had a driver.

“Well, I was hardly going to drive myself back from a bar, was I?” was all he said when Clark blinked at it dumbfoundedly. Wayne sent him a wink and added, “I’m a responsible citizen, after all.”

Wayne held open the door for him and gestured with a little flourish, as if Clark were a debutante heading off to her first ball and Wayne her gallant escort. As befit a proper young lady, Clark politely refrained from mentioning either of Wayne’s very public DUI charges and climbed in. The interior was predictably luxurious, plush leather and what was, unbelievably, real mahogany paneling. In a car.

How the other half lived, huh?

Wayne slid in after him and relaxed back into his own seat, loosened his tie, undid the top two buttons with a flick of his wrist. The effortless elegance in the gesture was almost more distracting than the inches of revealed skin around his collar bones.

“Just so we’re on the same page going into this,” Wayne was saying while Clark was still staring, “I have no expectations of you beyond tonight. I hope you don’t have any of me. Otherwise, I’d be happy to drop you off anywhere you’d like. Just say the word.”

Clark shook his head. “No. I, ah. I kind of assumed this was a…one night stand. That’s fine.” The words felt awkward on his tongue like this, as a thing happening to him and not to someone else. But Wayne seemed pleased enough with the response and gave the driver an address in central Metropolis.

Part of Clark had nervously expected Wayne to inch closer then, drape himself over Clark like he had at the bar; to crawl into his lap and whisper filthy promises into his ear. But Wayne remained a perfect gentleman, making polite conversation and all the right interested noises.

Clark couldn’t entirely tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

It all felt so normal that Clark made it through the rest of the car ride, through the opulent lobby of the hotel, and all the way up to the entrance of Wayne’s suite before what he was about to do really hit him.

It was one thing to say, in theory, that he was going to have sex with someone he just met; it was a whole other thing to actually do it. Doing it meant actually doing it, kissing and touching, figuring out how much tongue was too much tongue and where to put his hands. What if he did it wrong? Not that he’d had any complaints before, but…but what if his ex-girlfriends were just being polite, for the several years they were together? Or what if he’d somehow forgotten how do this in the year plus since the last time he’d dated anyone?

He was distracted enough by the thought that he almost didn’t register Wayne taking his hand and tugging him into the elevator for the penthouse suite. But then the doors were sliding shut and Wayne was pressing him gently into the wall of the elevator, a hand cupping his jaw. He was close, close enough that Clark could see the gray flecks in his irises and faded scars along his jaw.

His breath caught in his throat. Wayne was watching him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes, his stare oddly penetrating.

“You seem nervous. Is this okay?” he asked softly.

Clark nodded. Wayne smiled. And then he was being kissed, a soft slide of lips and the gentle scrape of 5 o’clock stubble along his jaw.

It turned out that Clark didn’t need to worry about forgetting how to do this. His groan felt like a sigh of relief, a weight lifted, all that lingering anxiety dissipating with the simplicity of it all. He easily pulled Wayne closer, hands settling around his waist; angled his head to make the slide sweeter. Wayne chuckled against his lips and pressed closer, his free hand sliding up Clark’s back and gripping the fabric of his suit.

Distantly he heard the ding of the elevator arriving and Wayne was pulling away. Clark finally drew another breath. Wayne’s eyes were a touch darker than they had been.

“C’mon,” Wayne murmured and led him out of the elevator by the hand.

#my fic #superbat #bruce wayne #clark kent #they bone after this natch #the whole thing is nearly done at around uhhh 6k? not sure how that happened tbh #hopefully it'll be up soon after chapter 3!

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Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Kaname

Proofreading: Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace

Kaname: They'll have to pry this position out of my cold, dead hands.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Time: An hour later

Location: Outside Reimei Academy

Kaname: ... Hello, big brother?

Uh huh. So you saw my latest show? Thanks for watching.

Heehee. It's all thanks to you, you know.

By following your instructions to the word, doing all that you've said to do during my performances, my work has been flawless.

I'm not lacking whatsoever as Reimei Academy's Top Idol.

And thanks to my good reputation, I've been offered job after job!

Kaname: Ah, yes... I've been doing as you instructed, of course. I’ve passed off work I can’t get to towards the other Special Students.

They're ever so grateful to me for it. I'm praised, flattered, and adored by them now...

... Even though beforehand, after I'd fallen from their ranks due to that taboo mistake I'd made, they'd done nothing but ridicule me.

They treated me as if I wasn't a human anymore, either ignoring my existence or only acknowledging me to insult me.

Kaname: And now they've flipped back the other way, like it all never happened — but they're too late. I won't ever, ever forget the humiliation I faced at their hands.

Honestly, I don't even want to get into their good graces by giving them the jobs I can't fulfill— it feels like I'm trying to butter them up.

They should all burn in Hell.

They should feel the same pain as their victims did, and then die.

Kaname: ... Oh, yes, I'm fine. I'm perfect, after all. I don't show any sign of those sentiments to them, of course. I simply do exactly as you tell me to.

Honestly, I do! Don't you trust me, brother?

Heehee. We didn't know of one another for the longest time, so we haven't been able to bond the way other brothers normally do...

In fact... we might not ever be able to bond, rely on, or even love one another the way a true family should.

But you know, I do want to love you, brother. And I want you to love me too, in the same way.

Kaname: For as long as I can remember, I've always lived on my own.

When I was very young, my mother passed away...

I came to live in a terrible orphanage, and I only survived the miserable conditions they kept us in by remembering the dreams my mother entrusted to me, with the lessons she taught held close to my heart.

... In that disgusting "home," I and the other children were exploited for all we were worth.

I worked half to death trying to save up money from jobs I picked up, just so I could run away from that prison.

I wasn't even given a proper education there. No, it wasn't a place someone could grow up well and learn what they needed to know.

It was Hell, where we did all that we could just to survive.

So I studied. I studied, I worked hard, I did everything I could—

And in the end, all my efforts were rewarded: I became an idol, just as I'd always dreamed!

Kaname: As a Special Student of Reimei Academy, I was finally able to walk such a glorious path.

I really was happy. Truly overjoyed. My life couldn't have gotten better.

And then... because of a stupid slip of the tongue, I fell from the summit into the ranks of the Non-Special Students — I couldn't stand it.

Kaname: My blood, sweat, and tears went into climbing out of Hell, only to fall right back to the bottom of it—

But thanks to you, I was able to escape once again.

That's why I don't wanna make the same mistake I did before and fall back in.

This time, I'll do everything perfectly. I won't make a single mistake.

Kaname: They'll have to pry this position out of my cold, dead hands.

I'll fulfill the dreams of my poor mother, who died far too young, and... that'll be how I repay her for giving birth to me, for raising me until she couldn't anymore.

My mother is dead. There's no Heaven or Hell — or any kind of afterlife at all, is there? No matter what happens to me, she won't be able to feel a single thing.

But... It was my love for her that kept me going through those hellish times.

Kaname: Uh huh! My mother is a God to me. I can't switch my doctrine from her words, and I can't abandon my faith now.

It's what I've built my life on. The very backbone of my existence — they're everything to me.

You think it's ridiculous, don't you, brother?

You're strong, and it seems as if you're fine living on your own. You gave up what I desperately wanted for so long, so easily—

And nevertheless you live on, put together as can be.

Ah, I don't resent you or anything, though. I really am impressed.

I could never do what you did, or live how you do.

I'd collapse far too easily without emotional support. I know that, because I've lived in such cruel circumstances.

I absolutely had to have something I could hold on to, or else I couldn’t have kept on living.

Maybe it was because I was selfish, or inconsiderate— something like that, but everyone around me gave me the cold shoulder.

The only person who I'd ever felt love from was my mother. That's why I've placed my faith in her, why I've clung so tightly to her.

She had always been my support. But now, I have you too — someone else I can call family, so I feel a little more stable.

Kaname: Heehee... I really am thankful I met you, brother.

This must be a reward for all my hard work. No, it's certainly because God realized he'd trampled on me far too much and decided to apologize in this way.

God doesn't exist? You would think so, wouldn't you?

You might understand once you've found yourself at rock bottom.

The panic to cling on to something warm, as if you’d freeze to death.

Right. Okay. Instead of chattering endlessly, I should do what I'm supposed to. I'll do as you ask.

Hey, so... Will I really find happiness if I do that?

Kaname: (... Ahaha, he hung up. I wonder if my clinginess disgusted him.)

(He really does seem to hate idleness and inefficiency. Maybe he's annoyed by my affection and dependence on him...)

Kaname: (But... I really do need something to cling to just to survive.)

(I'm sorry, brother.)

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Part 5

Part 6

His Sky

@aintinacage @haru-reto

I stirred in my sleep where my tail and legs started kicking around thinking I was back in my cell with the High Evolutionary where I was afraid until I felt someone's hand on my side. Blinking my eyes open I released a sigh of relief seeing that it was Rocket who was touching me. "Ah!..Rocket?"

"Huh…what is it, Sky?" He shifted in his sleep rubbing his eyes but he didn't move away from me at all. He just blinked his eyes looking at me silently.

Laying my head back against his chest I hummed tracing patterns with my paws. "I just thought I was back there. That…all of it was a dream - ow!"

"If you can feel that then it's real. You're back with me." He tugged on the end of my tail where I winced when he did so being serious to prove a point.

Scrunching my nose I nodded in agreement at the raccoon. "I suppose you're right, Rock."

"I'm usually always right." He added on proudly.

Silence filled the room where he appeared to be going back to sleep. I wasn't sure if we should stay in this room or go outside and not feel trapped. "Rocket?"

"Hmm." He made a noise with his eyes closed.

Rolling over onto my side I met his brown eyes. "Am I meeting your team today?"

"You want to meet my family of supposed idiots." He made a confused face.

Nodding my head yes at him. "Yes. If they're your family I should meet them right. I don't want to come off like I can only be with you."

Rocket made a noise jumping down from the bunk and I followed and landed right in front of him. "Alright but I want to see how you are with a blaster later. So we're gonna work on that." He rummaged around in a crate until he found some goggles throwing them on top of his head.

"Alright, fine." I smiled tilting my head to him with a light smirk.

He squinted his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cause you look cuter with your goggles on." I nervously said, rubbing a hand down my arm, dropping my gaze to the floor.

Rocket froze for a moment before he shook his head. "Oh uh…thanks."

He flung open the door letting me out first before he led me through the ship seeing that we were still flying through space. Putting my hands down at my sides still only wearing the shirt that Rocket gave me. We moved around the corner coming to see five different people that had helped us save the other animals. “Who is the strange animal by Rocket?” The one that was named Drax pointed at me while eating another bag of supposed nuts.

“My name is Y/n. Y/n Squirrel.” I waved my left paw at them introducing myself.

The blue looking robot woman stood by the table. “You faced worse than what Thanos did to me. Both of you did.”

“Don’t talk about it!” Rocket growled up at her. “I’m the captain so you listen to me.”

The guy that was named Quill stepped up correcting him. “Actually I’m the captain.”

"Who is the smarter one here? The cyber-genetic raccoon or the Terran who did a dance off to save the galaxy." Rocket put his hands on his hips rolling his eyes at him.

Knitting my brows at my friend I didn't understand. "Dance off. Are you serious right now? Did you forget we aren't in some musical movie where you could have died thinking that would work."

"It actually did work though." Quill told me.

Putting my arms across my chest rather than at my sides I tilted my head slightly. "Did you know the likelihood of you coming out of that alive was 1% to 99%. That is like the worst odds in the galaxy."

"She acts almost like Rocket." Drax dryly chuckled finishing his nuts.

Gamora asked. "So are you a raccoon or something?"

"I'm not a RACCOON!" I growled jumping up from the metal floor almost biting on her arm when I landed back on my feet making her jump backwards. "Don't you people have an anatomy book on animals? I'm a squirrel."

There was a girl with antennas on her head that tried to touch my head laughing. "Drax played a practical joke on me like that once. I found it very funny."

"They really are stupid, except for the blue women." Leaning towards Rocket I whispered in his ear when he glanced out the corner of his eye at me. The ship suddenly shook where I stumbled over into Rocket’s chest where I wrapped my arms around his neck losing my balance. “Woah, what was that?”

He barely wrapped his arms around me not wanting to show them he was so innocent. "We're landing, baby. Don't throw up on my fur now."

"I wouldn't do that, Rock." I glared at him.

The antenna lady clasped her hands together. "Awe she's nicknamed him. Rock, short for Rocket."

"No one else calls me it but her or I'll destroy your clothes!" Rocket snarled tugging me towards the seats of the spaceship. He climbed up in one of the seats pointing to the one beside him. "Take Quills seat Y/n. He won't mind and strap in. I'll get us home."

The Terran said, offended. "That’s the captain seat, Rocket.”

“She’s my co-caption, Quill.” He rolled his eyes while I connected the buckles together before he yanked a lever shooting towards the ground quickly doing some flips then finally landing on the ground. The ship door opened and I followed the gang down.

“Hey, I need to talk with everyone.” Quill turned around to face the group once we were all standing on the dirt ground in front of him with the ship behind us.

Rocket shrugged his shoulders when I sent him a confused look with my tail swaying side to side while his tail was lowered down to the dirt. “I never know what’s running through his head. Regardless, ya can bunk with me.”

“Okay that works.” I said to him following my raccoon friend and I suppose you could say romantic partner.

Our group entered one of the large rooms where they had clearly been living in until they had to leave and come save me. The blue lady that was apparently named Nebula spoke to her friends. “We're building a new society. I need all the support I can get for those children out there. Today, I saw who you are. You weren't born to be a destroyer. You were born to be a dad.”

The Drax guy smiled at her words with Rocket sending her a look raising a brow. “So you'll lead the Guardians then?”

“No. I'm going to lead the city. Make it the type of home I never had.” Nebula explained to him.

I watched Rocket’s shoulders slump and his voice broke when he asked his group of friends, causing me to reach out for his hand and intertwine my fingers with his feeling sad for him even though I didn’t know these people. “So that's it? The group's over?”

“No. Well, the galaxy still needs its guardians. And you will make a better leader than I ever was…Captain.” Quill responded before he hit his hand over his left side of his chest and the others did the same thing,

The talking tree smiled down at Rocket and I. “I love you guys.”

“Rocket you and your adorable friend will be a cute couple.” The antenna lady smiled brightly.

Rocket waved his freehand at her. “Don’t make me get more mushie than I already am, Mantis!”

“We should be a good pair after he teaches me how to use weapons.” Shrugging my shoulders I smiled squeezing Rocket’s hand since he hadn’t pulled away from me.

He glanced at me, smirking. “Co-caption Y/n don’t sound so bad.”

“I’ll follow your lead to the sky, Captain Rocket.” Raising my freehand I mimicked what his friends had done with a proud smile. Any life with Rocket would be better than being in the lab and cages of the High Evolutionary.

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A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 22

Meanwhile, With Thea...

Poor Thea was sobbing over her now "perfected" daughter. She should have known better than to listen to Prim. The last time she did that her daughter had become a robotic husk of herself. She made a promise that whatever that witch did to her daughter, she WOULD undo it. The sounds of her "suite" door being unlocked were heard as a very angry Prim walked into the room.

"You have a lot of nerve Thea. It is improper for a woman to show emotion after all." She sneered. Thea's eyes narrowed "YOU WITCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HER!" She screamed. Prim's eyes narrowed at her "Don't get snappy with me Bruno. I know how to reverse the effects." Prim said. Thea scoffed "Sure you do. Let me guess. It involves my daughter going through painstakingly hard etiquette lessons?" She asked sarcasticlly, rolling her eyes at the very notion that Prim knows how to reverse what she did. However, her eyes landed on a vial in the woman's hands. A vial of rainbow liquid.

"You see this? This is the cure to those pills. And I can give it to your daughter at any time...unless, you'd like me to just throw it into the woods." Prim 'suggested' tossing the vial up and down, and snatching it away just as Thea reached for it. "Ah Ah Ah. Don't forget, you have a performance to prepare for. So either you give one heck of a show that no one will ever forget, and I'll give you the vial, or you can refuse, and your daughter becomes my new protège...and Dolly's new sister." Prim threatened. Thea almost gasped in horror. Now not only was Prim threatening to keep Kaylo brainwashed but to also keep her as her own.

She had do something...but what could she do against Mad Madame Prim?

Meanwhile, Out in the Sea...

Ka Lā had been steering the S.S Wonder for a while now that Lance had begun to get seasick. After Balan revealed to her that he had turned the theater into a boat, and was letting her steer back to the island, the woman had been estatic...until Balan revealed that they were halfway around the world, and she had to steer them back. "How much longer Ka Lā?" Aria asked, starting to get sea legs "If my nautical navigational skills are right, about 5 more minutes." She said.

Aria gave a nod as the boat continued onward. She could only hope that when could help her friends before Prim did anything to them. A good 30 minutes later, the group finally arrived at the island. Unfortunately, waiting on the edge of the island were a lot of heavily armed guards...with weapons. "I don't remember them. I never hired them." Ka Lā said, squinting her eyes. "If they're not with you, they're with Prim. We can't let them see us..." Aria said.

"Well if that's the case, how do we get onto the island?" Ka Lā asked. Balan smiled "Allow Me..." He said, before raising and snapping his fingers. I'm seconds, they were now in a long metal hallway. "Um...are you sure we're in the right place?" Aria asked "Yes. This is actually underneath the hotel, Ya'know, in case something unfortunate happens." Ka Lā said. "Alright, so now we just need to find out what Prim is up to...and where Prim even is." Aria said, narrowing her eyes.

That's when a group with the words "Security" rounded the corner "HEY! YOU!" one of them shouted, making the group tense up. "U-Uh...Hi?" Lance said, just as they started charging towards them. "WAIT! STOP!!" Balan yelled, holding out his hand, however, one of them immediately grabbed it...and crushed it within the span of a few seconds. "YEOWCH!!! That's quite a strong grip! You would think that this one doesn't slip!" Balan yelled, trying to dislodge his hand from the security. "Hold on! Wait! We're not with Prim! We're just trying to find our friends!" Aria shouts.

That made the security stop "So. That woman locked up someone close to you too?" One if them asked. Confused by the change in attitude, Ka Lā gave a unsure "Um...Yes?" That's when the 'Security' was revealed to be a teenage girl with red hair. "Well then...it seems we have a common enemy."

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 8 months

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(separate) Headcanons of the P4 and/or their fags (excluding Arden) having to take care of their younger child-age sibling please!

When the cricket tournament ended the day, and everyone already went home, they find their little sibling when they're cleaning up, in the pitch or hiding under a table and eating, not knowing they overstayed their welcome

And now they have to watch them until someone comes to pick them up, but the kid has to be carried or holding their hand, or they're going to wander off and the last thing they want is a child disappearing in their very big school full of stairs

that very last line is fucking sending me

THEIR VERY BIG SCHOOL FULL OF STAIRS

I don't know why but it's making me laugh so much, so uh-

also this was too many for a headcanon set (my limit for those is 5 characters) so I did reaction-style instead, hopefully it's still what you're after!

Ah, damn, he can’t believe he forgot about his sibling! Eh, well, to be fair, he’s pretty sure one of his parents was supposed to take the kid home, weren’t they? Although he could understand his father ‘forgetting’ a child, he can’t imagine his mum not realizing she left without them. While he might be a little frustrated, he still does what has to be done in looking after them until his mum gets there. He’d prefer to just hold their hand; if they insist on being carried, though, he’ll do it. It’s also possible one of his friends may end up holding the kid for a few minutes… at least his friends are trustworthy!

Tsk… he knows this has to be his stepmother’s doing, because his father wouldn’t dream of leaving his sibling behind if he’d known. He’s definitely bitter about it simply for the fact that he already knows the woman is irresponsible; this is just the latest thing. Of course, the last thing he wants is his sibling wandering off into trouble or getting lost. Despite that this shouldn’t have happened, it has, so he’s going to carry them round till one of his parents shows up. Whoever shows up undoubtedly finds him good-naturedly trying to gently wrestle his glasses back from his sibling who’s trying them on.

Oh, dear, what in the world has happened? Tsk, tsk, his poor little sibling, having been forgotten about! He’s not quite sure how it happened, but he’s glad they’re still here and safe. Munching away on something under a table. At least they’re alright, and he can wait for someone to come pick them up and take them home. It’s funny, because, well… even though this is his sibling, Joanne can’t help fawning over them! And Edgar thinks it’s precious, that his friend is willing to assist in looking after the little one. The child is his family, so he’ll carry them for a while… however… if Joanne would like to for a bit, there will be no complaints to be heard.

… Oh. This. Is not good. He doesn’t blame Lizzie for letting it slip her mind to take their sibling with her, of course, it’s just… somebody should have noticed!! He’s quite worked up about it, though he does his very best not to let that cause him to run away with his emotions. This is a problem with a solution, and until that solution comes to pass (until his parents or Lizzie come to pick up the little one), he’ll do what he always does: the right thing. He gladly parades around with his sibling’s hand in his, keeping them occupied by showing them his favorite parts of the university. If he does that, they might not even realize what happened. The fewer tears and tantrums, the better.

Goodness, this is quite the mix-up, isn’t it? Surely it wasn’t on purpose, so he has no ill feelings toward his parents. Things happen. One might assume he’s of a generally negative, poor disposition, but it’s actually not true, and never more obvious than when he’s trying to entertain his sibling. He smiles often whilst he’s holding them, and he never lets them out of his sight. Even when he hands them off to one of his friends for a moment, they’re back in his arms very quickly. Are there things he’d probably rather be doing, like painting? Perhaps. Does he still enjoy getting to spend time with his sibling? Of course. And until one of his parents shows up to collect the little one, he’s going to gladly soak up the extra time with them.

This is… certainly not a good look, for him or his family. He doesn’t really think it’s acceptable that this happened; there’s just nothing he can do about it. All he can do is look after his sibling and try to figure out the best way to keep this from happening again. Although he will be visibly unhappy with his parents when they show up, it’s not because he has to take care of his sibling. He’s actually delighted to get to take care of them… it’s just that he can’t believe his parents overlooked that they were missing a child. Still, he keeps his sibling’s hand firmly in his, marching them around the cricket field in cadences that manage to be both silly and serious. If nothing else, he’s a very good big brother who knows how to make his sibling giggle.

Oh! How unfortunate that in the bustle of everything, his poor little sibling was left behind! Normally his parents would never let that happen, so he knows it was a one-time accident. Plus, he’s positively tickled to get to spend more time with his sibling. He feels a little bad that they were hidden under the table and apparently still hungry with no one noticing! He’s fully prepared to just carry them around to keep them out of trouble, and also because he loves being close to them like that. He’s just so affectionate in general, as long as his sibling will tolerate it he’s overjoyed to cuddle them while walking. His parents will definitely find the two of them in the library, with Joanne eagerly reading one of his favorite (age-appropriate!!) books to his sibling.

Tsk… the mere idea that something like this could happen means he and his family need better ways of keeping track. He has so many sisters, it’s easy for one sibling to get lost in the shuffle. Well, what’s done is done, so he’ll have to think of a way to prevent it from happening again while also looking after his sibling. He does feel lucky to have a while with them that his other siblings don’t get, and although he’s forever unsure how to deal with it, the fact that they cling to him when they’re scared means that something about him comforts them. He’s… glad he can be that for them. The only thing he can do is try to keep them calm, walking around with them. Initial surprise aside, it’s really not so bad at all.

Aaaaah, no, his poor little sibling!! It’s alright, it’s alright, big brother is coming to the rescue immediately! He’s not particularly surprised that his sibling was left behind, in all the chaos of the day, but it’s his duty to look after them until someone can come take them safely home. Not only does he take his responsibilities as big brother seriously, he also adores getting to spend even more time with them, so this is a happy accident as far as he’s concerned. He carries them around and shows them every part of the school that he likes, and introduces them to all his friends. (He’s quite pleased that they give Maurice a kiss on the cheek!) When all’s said and done, once someone comes to get them, it’s most likely that Soma is placing his sleeping sibling carefully in Agni’s arms with one last farewell and smooch on the forehead. What a great day!

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Cheslock #Clayton #Edgar #Edward #Gregory #Herman #Joanne #Lawrence #Soma #reaction #platonic #familial #drama #fluff #MY BOOOOYS!!! I'M SOBBING #one hell of a queue

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𝙾𝙲𝚃. 25𝚝𝚑; 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖘.

summary: iris's letter.

pairing: spencer reid x oc!iris valentia

w.c: 706

warnings/content: mentions of food poisoning, vomit and fainting; mentions of self medicating; mentions of Alzheimer's disease; angst (not much); fluff; “ODU” is the acronym for “Old Dominion University”.

A/N: LAST LETTER!! we are done with act 1, now we'll proceed with act 2. next chapters are going to be in narrative style.

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October 25th.

Dear, Spencer.

My whole department fell in sick yesterday — including my students, barely anyone was spared. Some kind of food poisoning? I don't know, people started throwing up, passing out and whatnot. We didn't know what to do!

(Yes, this is how I start my letter. I had to vent to someone how weird this is!)

I immediately called 911 and the cafeteria became swarmed with EMT's. My first supposition was that something was wrong with the cafeteria food. I never eat there because I either bring my own food or... I just don't remember eating until I'm off to go home. So, I tested it, the cafeteria food. But no. Nothing was wrong. I still find it weird that this happened out of nowhere, but my colleagues think it wasn't anything serious.

ODU was on the news today. Same thing happened. I can't shake this off, it can't be a coincidence, can it?

Sorry, I needed to ramble to somebody.

Ah, Spencer. It's too late for that, I already care enough to worry. What other resources are you trying? I hope you are not self-medicating yourself, it's not good. You're not doing that, right?

I have a friend that I could recommend you. She's a neurologist so she could be more helpful — you've probably been to a lot of those, but she's really good.

Her name is Clare Thompson, her office is in Washington, DC at Georgetown. If you want, I can make an appointment for you, we're close friends. If not, then just ignore this. I'm not trying to push you into anything, I'm just concerned.

What you said reminded me of the concept “Athazagoraphobia”. I researched about it to include it in my MD thesis about Alzheimer's disease. It means exactly what you said: fear of forgetting something or someone, or being forgotten.

I relate to you on that. But I'm more afraid of being forgotten. Sometimes I think that if I don't put my mark in the world, then how will people remember me? Do you feel like that too?

I absolutely know what you mean about the dolls... They're creepy. I had a few when I was a child, I don't know where they disappeared to though, I think my mother donated them. Either way, I'm happy not knowing their whereabouts.

I am happy that your friends are threatening you to to go out more.

Yes, maybe he is sick. It's an option I've considered. But he usually sends an email letting me know he will miss class. Fabian is not the kind of student that misses class without a plausible reason. He's very dedicated and one of my top students.

Of course you'd take is as a challenge, Doctor Reid. I could tell you were the competitive type from the moment you told me you were a rebel as a kid (no, I'll never forget that, you book thief).

Oh, did you really like the book? I'm so glad. Yes! I have like 5 recommendations to you but I'll spare you two: After Dark and Sputnik Sweetheart. Tell me what you think afterwards.

Something reminded me of you today. I was grabbing my coffee and I guess I picked up the wrong order. Do you know why I think that? Because it was the sweetest beverage I've ever had. I could've dropped dead right there if I had taken another sip. Disgusting, really. My blood vessels were almost clogged up. The person left in a hurry and left their coffee right beside mine on the balcony. Oh! And guess what: it was written “Reid” in their cup. I know it is a common name, but it reminded me of you.

Don't forget to drink water and eat, Spencer. As always, be careful. Looking forward to hear from you soon! <3

Love,

Iris.

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#sun-bleached paper petals fic #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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pancake-breakfast · 11 months

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Time to start Maximum for Trigun Book Club!