#i turn it off. lo and behold. they are BLUE! BLUE!!!

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🦈 post-win celly-ing ^_^ // SJS @ CGY // 2024.02.15 🦈

+ some gifs:

#san jose sharks #sharks lb #mackenzie blackwood #filip zadina #william eklund #fabian zetterlund #hockey tag #video tag #gif #ok. so like. i just figured out how to edit gifs with gimp and ffmpeg on my computer instead of through an external site #and i was like wow! this is so much fun having so much control over the colors :) #and then 2 hours into individually editing layers to have the same effects i realize wait a minute... i have a WARM TINT on my display.... #i turn it off. lo and behold. they are BLUE! BLUE!!! #i am too lazy to redo it so if you are wondering. why the heck are they blue. well that is why sorryyyy #i also wanted to get a gif of zadina cellying from this clip since he was the other focus but he was just chilling so i didnt in the end #edit i never looked at these on a big enough screen to tell but my god these look awful what the fuck lmfao

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— can you stand the rain?, clarisse la rue, pjo

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summary — in which, you and clarisse get into an argument that causes you to kiss in the rain.

pairings — clarisse la rue x black!fem!reader (daughter of poseidon)

content includes — arguing, kissing in the rain, best friends to lovers, jealous!clarisse

authors note — TELL ME BABY CAN YEWWWW STAND THE RAINNNNNN 🗣️🎤 this is def butt but this has been in my drafts for way too long so!

it was a beautiful, sunny day in long island. the smell of strawberries from the fields established themselves as today’s scent for the camp, the lake was cool enough for a dip.

it was a perfect day.

and it was a perfect day for you and clarisse to hang out with each other. you wanted to convince her to take a day off from training and take a swim in the lake to cool off for the day, before eventually doing something stupid later.

you knew clarisse was up because she was always up before you, so you decided to knock on the ares cabin door first to find her. her younger brother told you she wasn’t there and that you could find her at the sparring field. you thanked him with a smile before leaving to find her. lo and behold, there was clarisse la rue in her armor with her electric spear, training with a dummy.

you didn’t know how long she’d been out here, but the training dummy looked about out of comission. “d’you wake up on the wrong side of bed or did you add him to your hate list?” she halted her movements, dust flying beneath her shoes.

“did you need something, sweet thing?” and there she went with the nicknames. she knew you loved them, and she also knew you’d get tripped up by them. “so i was thinking we’d take a dip in the lake today.” and you knew what she was gonna say,

“y/n, you know i have to train today—“ “but that’s what you do everyday, clar! please? just for today?” you begged. you gave her your infamous puppy eyes, ones you knew she couldn’t turn away from. she groaned dramatically. “… you got me. i’ll meet you by the canoes in ten.” you grinned with excitement. “thank you thank you!” you kissed her cheek before running off.

she stood frozen for a second before a smile started spreading across her face. her cheek felt tingly in the spot you kissed her in.

you wore a white overshirt with a blue swimsuit underneath, paired with jean shorts. you carried a bag, sunglasses in your hair. you walked over to the lake, a smile on your face knowing you could be in one of the places you loved most.

you saw clarisse standing near the canoes watching the water. she had a towel laid out and was just taking her shoes off when you covered her eyes. “boo.” clarisse feigned annoyance, but still let a smile grace her lips.

you set down your bag on the sand, taking your shirt and shorts off. “not gonna join me, clar?” “nah. gotta keep watch, y’know, for butterflies and stuff.” you rolled your eyes with a smile before walking into the water, eventually going deep enough to wear you can float. you swam out enough for the sun to beam down on you, and just let yourself feel the water.

clarisse watched you. she loved watching you anytime, but she especially loved when you were in your environment. she took note of the smile on your face and how you occasionally paddled your hands to make sure you kept yourself afloat, although with your powers and everything, it wasn’t hard.

clarisse admired her surroundings before her eyes caught a boy staring at you — carter from hephaestus cabin. he was deeply tanned with a good build and curly hair, and had scars all over his hands and face from working on weapons for the camp.

carter watched with a small smile. he held a gold necklace in his hands, twisting them around. it had a sea turtle pendant, and it shined in the sunlight.

clarisse furrowed her eyebrows. she didn’t like what she was feeling — you were just friends, right? it’s just her being protective over you. she didn’t want you to get hurt or anything. she was sure that’s what it was.

it was a while before you decided to get out of the water. you didn’t realize how long you’d been there before noticing that it was starting to get a little cooler. you swam, then walked back to shore, but not before being stopped by carter.

to you, carter was a sweet, caring boy, just not for you specifically, because you had your sights set on someone else. he was starting to show he liked you, and got bolder as time went on. “hey, y/n. i made you something.” he told you nervously but still with a smile. he held out the necklace to you, the sea turtle shining in the light.

you let out a genuine smile before thanking him, not noticing the burning daggers being glared into the back of his head. he offered to put it on for you, so you turned and he slowly locked the chain together.

“thank you, carter.” you smiled before walking over to clarisse. you found her not so happy, actually stuffing things into your bags. “hey, clar, what’s wrong?” you reached out to touch her arm, and she pulled away like you were a hot pan burning her.

you furrowed your eyebrows in hurt and confusion. her face was scrunched up and she looked at you like you disgusted her. she shoved your bag to your chest before storming off back to the main campgrounds.

“clarisse!” you slung your bag on your shoulder and ran to try and catch to her, but she was already gone. your heart squeezed in your chest and you frowned before continuing to walk to your cabin.

a million thoughts swirled around in your head — why was she acting like this? you were just friends, right? you knew she was protective of you, yes, but not to this extent. you opened the doors to the poseidon cabin, where it was empty. you assumed percy was probably out with annabeth on a date, probably.

clarisse didn’t know why she felt this way; she hated it. she hated the way she acted when you touched her, or how she felt giddy and mushy inside whenever you look at her with your pretty eyes. she hated feeling the way she did around you, because she usually feels guilt, anger, or needing to please her father. that’s how she thinks she’s supposed to feel, how she’s wired to feel.

you make her actually feel like a good person, and she knew she impacted you with the way she acted that day.

it was later at night at the dining pavilion. torches were lit, dryads were flying around with silver platters with food, and campers from different cabins were chatting and laughing with eachother. the energy was high, seeing as there was a planned campfire tonight, with the apollo cabin leading the sing along.

you and percy sat at the poseidon table. his plate was full, and he had blue soda on the side. you gave him a small smile. “have you not eaten since breakfast?” you asked. “nah. annabeth wanted to go on a hike and i forgot to eat after.” you flicked his forehead. “why didn’t you tell me? i have a secret stash in the cabin!” you whisper-yelled. “i’m sorry!” he whined. you both laughed as the conversation flowed.

clarisse stole many glances from the poseidon table, specifically from you. despite what happened earlier in the day, you still smiled. her chest squeezed at the sound of your laughter. she poked her tongue against her lips before looking down at her plate.

it was after dinner where you and clarisse actually saw each other. she was sitting with the ares cabin, and you were sitting with percy and a couple other mutual friends. every time you looked up from the fire, there was clarisse who was staring at you no matter what. you quickly looked away every time you made eye contact.

the empty seat next to you was soon filled, but not by who you actually wanted it to be. carter sat next to, playing with his hoodie strings and smiling at you. “d’you need something, carter?” you asked. you didn’t mean to sound annoyed, but you weren’t as enthusiastic as you were earlier.

“well, i wanted to know if you were free later this week? i-i had something planned and-“ “no, she’s not free.” and standing in front of you was the woman of the hour.

you snapped your eyes up at the familiar voice. she held a glare directed at carter. before anybody could say anything, chiron announced that the campfire had to end early, seeing there was a storm starting to move in. “so, um, are you coming?” carter persisted. “i’ll get back to you on that, carter.” you gave a small smile before getting up. you shot clarisse a look before walking back with percy to the poseidon cabin.

the night was dark, and thunder started rolling in. the camp turned in for the night, all except for one. there was a tapping on your window, waking you up from your sleep. you groaned, already starting to yell at whoever it was before you recognized clarisse.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “what are you doing here?” she held her hand out without a word. you hesitated, looking back at percy to see him fast asleep. you looked back at clarisse, and she looked desperate. you slipped on your shoes before taking her hand and letting her guide you out the window.

she walked with you, out to the woods and seemingly to your secret spot, the spot that was reserved for you and clarisse only. “clarisse, why are we out here?” you asked her once you finally stopped.

your emotions were already starting to heighten, the rain slowly following. she stared at you for a second. “i’m sorry.” she apologized. “why? you left me with no explanation like i was some animal on the street and ignored me. why?”

she breathed out a heavy breath. “him.” she whispered. “what?” “because of carter!” she snapped. you were confused, “what does this have to do with him?” clarisse looked at you like she begged you to understand, like you were supposed to know why.

“because he likes you,” she put out simply, “and i don’t want him to.” you blinked while taking in her words. she was closer to you than before now, her breath on your face. she soaked you in, watching the rainwater run down your face. she came to the realization.

“i like you,” she barely spoke. “i like you, and i don’t want him to like you.” you stood in shock. clarisse liked you. she liked you back, and you had no clue. you cupped her jaw and pulled her down to your lips. it was passionate, like she would die without feeling you again. you pulled away, “so, you stormed off because you liked me?” clarisse rolled her eyes with a smile. “well, when you put it like that.”

you pulled her back with a laugh and the rain getting lighter throughout the kiss, eventually allowing the stars to shine.

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader

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But Mc having the holidays blues like really bad(I have them especially since I moves out, and live with roommates) it gets depressing, so instead of the Mc(reader) going with one of the students they go with the teachers and spend the holidays with them at their home!

Thanks for turning on anon! 🙇‍♀️💗

No problem!

You requested: Holiday Blues (slight pun because of my name lol)

Dire Crowley

His apartment was rather depressing, shrouded in black and darker colors. However, you help him decorate appropriately for the holidays. He makes you hot chocolate because he is just so kind, and he is definitely the kind of person to use his magic to lift you up so that you could place the star on the top of the tree.

This man acts like he did so much work, letting out a huge sigh as he sits down on his couch with a loud, dad-like groan. You rolled your eyes before taking his empty mug and washing it in the sink. While you’re doing that, he sneaks off to grab a present, and he slides it onto the counter when he comes back. It had your name in metallic ink, and was written in matte black wrapping paper.

Inside was a small golden locket key chain, and the sentimentality of it was what brought you to tears. You hadn’t received a present in a while, and so tears fell as you kind of just leaned into his shoulder. He didn’t really know what to do, so he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you and patted your back gently, and you just cried softly.

Divus Crewel

If anyone was more likely to take you in like he would a child to help you feel better about the holiday season, it would be this man. You would spend a lot of time with him, shopping and wrapping gifts for the other staff members. He makes sure to keep you distracted so that you have no time to mope about and wallow in self-pity, even if that’s all you want to do.

You help him decorate his apartment as well, and each ornament he has belongs in the color-theme he selected for this year, which was black, white, gold, and a splash of red. He, too, used his magic to lift you up so that you could place it on top of the tree. This is also a time where you learned that Professor Crewel preferred to remain well-dressed even in the comfort of his own home.

When he gave you your present, it had a well-written card on it. He told you how proud he was of you and how far you had come, and you didn’t even get to the gift itself before you started crying. He opened his arms to you, and you ran into them, sniffling your tears away. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head to comfort you, holding you as a moment of silence took hold.

Ashton Vargas

His apartment was… unique. His living room didn’t have a couch, but rather was a gym itself, despite the apartment complex having a gym. He claimed that they didn’t have the equipment he needed, and he kept you on an exercise regimen during your stay ‘so that you wouldn’t slack off.’ In reality, he didn’t know what to do about your seasonal depression, but he knows exercise can help, and he offers to exercise alongside you.

There’s not a lot of room to put up a tree, so you instead decorate the equipment stands, and you place the gifts that you wrap onto the treadmill that he owns. His kitchen has a few holiday-themed things, and you put lights on top of his cabinets so that the lights will shine onto the walls. It was simple, but it worked and spirited the place a bit more.

Coach’s gift to you was a few gift cards to a few different places in the town below NRC, as he didn’t know what you or Grim would have liked. He freaks out when you start crying, but you say, through sobs, that it was from being grateful. It had been a while since you saw someone as a family figure, and you were glad that he was the one.

Mozus Trein

When he had invited you to his house for the holidays, you were low-key kind of expecting a dungeon. Lo and behold, it was a small but warm and welcoming house. You met his two daughters, and they were very happy to meet you. They became your older sisters, in a sense, with how quickly they accepted you as their family.

A tree was decorated in the corner of the living room, and everyone sat gathered. Presents were passed out, and you were going about in a circle, unwrapping one present each. You were aware that you would be meeting your professor’s daughters, so you made sure to get them some gift cards, as you did not want to show up empty-handed. Trein told you that they would understand, but you were pretty adamant.

Eventually, it got to you, and you unwrapped the one from Mozus, him looking at you with an amused look. Inside of it were a few books to read in your free time that reminded him of you, and each of them had a message that he wrote within them. One of those messages was detailing how proud he was to call you one of his students, and that Lucius even liked you, and you wrapped your arms around him and started crying. He returned the favor, hugging you as though you were his child, and your newfound sisters joined in on the hug as well. Family hug.

Sam

He didn’t go home for the holidays, and opted to stay at the Shop because there were students who still needed things. That being said, he did invite you to celebrate in the shop with him. He’s kind of like your cousin with how close you two were. Anyway, you decided to help him decorate the shop appropriately, as it was feeling a bit dull in there. Lights lined the corners of the walls and the edges of the shelves, making it more festive.

The back of the shop looked similar, but there was a tree back there as well. His friends on the other side helped him decorate it, as well as you and Grim. It had a bunch of different colors, but it was able to portray the different personalities between the multitude of you. You smiled with nostalgia lining your lips at the star on top, and you had a feeling you were going to make it through this season unscathed.

Sam could tell that this time of year was hard on you, and it wouldn’t do any good for his little imp if they were to feel horrible by themselves. He didn’t really like this season either, but it brought in a bunch of sales, so he wasn’t going to complain. He would just invite you over to the shop so that you both could suffer together, and that suffering turned into joy as you joke around with each other while decorating.

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC II

Warnings: heavy siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, noncon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', kidnapping

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Mother fucker would definitely find a way to lock you up in his personal apartment. It’s not easy to keep a supe that had the same powers as him as a captive. Through trial and error, Homelander would find a way to keep you hidden. His little secret

Has major mood change at work and a new skip in his step. All smiles and syrupy sweet voice.

Your parents and friends would go into immediate action to try and find you.

HL installs motion detector cameras throughout his apartment to keep an eye on you when he’s too far away. If anything happened, he knew he could be there in a flash

All day you were forced to wait for him until he got off of work (though does a hero ever really have time off?), like a pet. During that time all you could do was stare at the tv that HL had kindly turned on for you.

Of course you'd tried to escape in the beginning. But HL was faster than you.

Bored out of your mind from the constant stream of tv, you'd manage to wiggle over to the box that Homelander had shown you your first day there. You had time to really look at the contents though it was difficult without the free use of your hands. There were pictures of you as a little girl with your mom and dad. Lo and behold, you even found a picture of you on a young HL lap. Documents upon documents with Vought's stamp on them had you accepting the truth that HL was indeed your blood brother.

Homelander gives up trying to jog your memory once you inform him that you really don't remember much growing up. But you acknowledge him as being your sibling by blood.

"I believe you, but this doesn't condone kidnapping and keeping me here, Homelander." You countered, still not understanding why he went through all of this trouble. Just because you were his sister? That seemed too outrageous to you. Then again, you still didn't really know the real Homelander.

He corrects you. "John. You can call me John." He'd told you that several times but you just couldn't bring yourself to say such a simple name to this legend of a man.

Honestly, the whole abduction thing was a spur of the moment idea but once he found himself in the air with you in his arms, he made the decision that he was going to keep you to himself whether you liked it or not. That was the only way to make sure you wouldn't forget him again or leave him.

And some morbidly twisted feeling was growing inside of him every time he looked at you. You were perfect. Like he was. He talked himself into thinking that this was okay, that he was always meant for someone who was just as perfect as he was. And who better than you who has the same genetic mockup as he did.

He'd tell you all of this like it was the most simplest thing in the world. You gape at him in horror at his grotesque explanation.

Unnerve and discontent raised the hairs up on the back of your neck. What he'd said sounded a lot like him talking about incest. That roiled your stomach, making you feel sick.

He hated the fear he smelled on you in that moment, Homelander even pulls back from you and puts you at arm's length. You hate how he reduced you to someone so helpless. You also hate how much he really scares you.

Swallowing something thick in his throat, HL looks away from you with what you could only read as disgust. Maybe at you? Not for you though. For himself. He'd scared you and that was enough to shame him.

He'd mutter out an incredibly soft apology before leaving his apartment.

I'm thinking that as long as I have HC ideas of this, that I'll just be adding parts whenever the feeling strikes 🙂

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Early Mornings With Nayeon

Male Reader X Nayeon

Genre: Smut

Words: 5K

There are times when you can just feel someone is looking at you. It’s hard to explain, but you just know. Like your senses are trying to nudge you that something is up.

Well, that’s exactly what happened to you first thing upon waking up. As soon as your eyes saw the ceiling above you had this feeling like you were being watched.

You turn to your side to the only other person in the room with you, and lo and behold her almond colored eyes are directed right at you, eyebrows raised by your sudden movement.

“Ah, Nayeon. You scared me,” you groan groggily, raspiness in your voice pronounced as you lightly flick your girlfriend on the forehead who chuckles in response.

“I should be the one saying that,” she replies, her own voice slightly raspy, a sign that it hasn’t been too long since she’s been awake either.

You lift yourself up so your upper back rests on the bed frame, looking over at the window to see the sun shining through and bathing your cream tinged white bed with its light.

“Why were you looking at me anyway?” You finally ask, curious as to why your girlfriend’s gaze was fixed so strongly on you while you slept.

“I don’t know. You just looked hot.”

Nayeon has a matter of fact way of speaking sometimes. But she’s always honest which is how you know she’s telling the truth.

She crawls herself on top of you, her cleavage noticeable from her light blue top and her bare things rubbing against yours from a lack of covering thanks to her shorts. It helps that you’re in just your boxers as well.

Nayeon places a quick peck on your lips, pulling away swiftly with a giant smile on her face. She comes in again, landing a quick peck again before pulling away almost as if to tease you, Nayeon being a bundle of joy that she is.

You can’t help but feel your heart tug at her cuteness, taking your hand and pushing a part of her behind her ear, happy to see this sight just minutes upon waking.

“You’re so adorable. Really, nothing better than waking up next to you” You say, full of appreciation as you lightly pinch the pale cheeks of Nayeon that are slowly growing more red.

As you say that you see the expression on her face change. Nayeon’s face is adorned with a gentle smile, her lips curved ever so slightly, creating an aura of warmth that emanates from her eyes, which are softened with a subtle glow, reflecting a genuine and inviting demeanor.

She leans in for a kiss, this time more slow and relaxed, not in the mood for teasing but to show you how touched she is by your words.

“Keep talking like that and I might have to kiss ya someplace else.”

“Oh, and where might that be?”

She rests her forehead on yours, a light smile at your response as she plants a quick kiss on your forehead before lifting herself up off of your waist, turning herself around and ever so slowly pulling down her shorts, revealing her bare ass.

You groan as she gives herself a light slap on her ass, the way it shakes in the aftermath causing your own erection to build in your boxers.

“Like what ya see?” She teases as she turns around, not letting you cherish the view of her bare cunt for long as she sits down in between your spread legs, her hands grabbing the waistbands of your boxers and tugging at them.

You lift your butt up slightly allowing her to bring them down your legs before pulling them off and throwing them to the side of the bed where her shorts sit.

Nayeon’s facial expression turns gleeful when she takes in the sight of your cock, slightly erect but not fully, growing slowly in size after being exposed to the open air.

This was something new, you thought to yourself. You and Nayeon have never engaged in morning sex because you two would rather have it when you were washed up than immediately upon waking.

But as Nayeon slowly jerks your now hard cock in her small hands this early in the day you can’t help but wonder why you haven’t done this before. She brings herself down, placing a quick lick your cock, the taste of your skin being slightly more salty due to the buildup of sweat through the night, Nayeon’s subtle click of the tongue being a giveaway as she evaluated the taste.

Nayeon swirls her tongue at the head of your cock, sensation so overwhelming that your body trembles while laying down, spasms shaking the bed. Her cheeks are hollow as her warm mouth heats up your shaft, Nayeon moving at an easy and relaxed pace with her head bobbing up and down slowly, pulling away just to spit harshly on your cock and use it to lather your length.

She makes eye contact with you and smiles, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly and her eyes unwavering in their contact with yours as she once more envelops your cock, saliva slowly running down her chin as you gently grab Nayeon’s head and pull her down deeper. “Take the whole thing, don’t stop,” you grunted, the heat of her mouth warming your length, her wet tongue moving freely around your girth.

You hear her gag on your cock, the sound so erotic and filthy that you keep her there, bucking your hips into her mouth as your cock hits the back of her throat, only letting go when she gives a tap to your thigh signaling that she needed to breathe.

You remove your hands as she springs up with long strands of her drool joined to your cock. She wipes her mouth of her saliva and takes that same hand to again use as lube, your entire length covered in Nayeon’s morning spit. She was teary eyed, taking shallow breaths with her cheeks a rosy pink tinge.

“Does that feel good?” She asks teasingly, knowing the answer from the way your hips buck while you let out harsh groans. You just nod your head, twitching your cock in her hand for further confirmation as she smiles her loving bunny smile with her prominent teeth flashing, coming in to land a peck on your cock for your honesty.

“So honest, baby you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

She wipes up your tip again before she places her hand on your shaft and slides it up and down, coating it in a thick layer of her saliva.

You bite your lip and sigh out through your nose as your head falls back to the pillow, enjoying her handjob as her fist slides up and down. She doesn’t waste any time to get you riled up, quickly pumping her hand up and down your shaft.

“Such a hungry cock so early in the morning, huh babe? I bet you were expecting this since last night.”

She continues to pump her hand up and down as your tip rubs against her palm, smearing her spit.

“Such a big cock. It looks so good with my spit, Daddy,” she utters in a sensual demeanor, referring to you with that nickname when you know she’s really feeling herself.

She moves her head down, her eyes locked with yours. Her other hand moves to your abdomen, slowly running across it, caressing you gently as she pumps your cock with her spit, aiding her fist in creating a friction that causes a pleasurable heat to run along your shaft.

Her hand stops at the head of your dick, her thumb rubbing your slit as she strokes your shaft, feeling the veins pulse under her grip. She begins to work her hand faster, jerking you off rapidly.

You can only groan in response, hands tightly gripping the bedsheets as Nayeon uses her tiny mouth to bring you a large amount of pleasure.

She brings her head closer to your balls, her tongue moving across your sack and licking up the saliva that had gathered there. She wraps her lips around one of your balls, gently sucking on it, letting her tongue run over your sensitive skin. She moves to the other one and repeats the same process, sucking on it and massaging your sack with her lips and tongue.

Your cock twitches in her hand and she quickly places her lips on your shaft, working her way up until she reaches the head.

“We’re just getting started daddy. This is a morning you’ll never forget.”

Nayeon opens her mouth wide, taking the tip into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around your crown before sucking on it, her cheeks hollowing as her mouth slides down your shaft, slowly taking more of you into her mouth.

You feel the warmth of Nayeon’s mouth envelope your cock and you let out a long moan as she starts to bob her head up and down, working her mouth up and down your length as her hand continues to pump, moving in sync with her movements.

You begin to huff, abdomen rising and falling rapidly as the pleasure grows, her warm mouth keeping your cock heated as her drool drips down your shaft and falls on your pelvis.

“Baby, I’m gonna-“ you’re unable to moan out the remainder of your sentence as you roughly push Nayeon down onto your cock, the sound of her gags making the force of your orgasm that much stronger, feeling your cock twitch in her mouth over her tongue as you release.

“That mouth… fuck your incredible,” a low groan escapes you, your heartbeat thundering but gradually subsiding as you reclaim your breath, removing your hands from atop Nayeon’s head as she lifts her head up, hair a disheveled mess and teary eyed. You observe as her hand, covering her mouth, moves away, holding traces of your recently splattered cum. Within it, your essence lingers, and you witness her take a substantial swallow, regaining composure.

Her eyebrows furrow, nose wrinkles, and lips pucker involuntarily as the bitter taste takes hold. Her eyes squint, reflecting a momentary struggle against the unpleasant sensation coursing through her taste buds.

“Woah, love, did you just?” You ask in awe as you sit up, impressed with the erotic actions.

Nayeon loves pleasing you and loves being pleased in return. She’ll gag on your cock regardless of how difficult it is for her tiny mouth to hold your member. She’s willing to do it all, but you know how your girlfriend has somewhat of a princess complex, wanting you to swallow her liquids while you tell her what she tastes like, but on the other hand she finds the taste of semen too strong, the smell too putrid on her nose to swallow without getting gag reflexes.

But today, early in the morning you watch as she overcomes this as she snaps her tongue, brows furrowed as her eyes are slightly teary.

“Uh, that’s so strong.” She wipes at her mouth several times while you smile in response, complimenting your girlfriend for a job well done.

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet, so I figured I might as well try it since I’ll just brush it off later,” she remarked casually as she grabs the water bottle on the coffee table, taking a mouthful before placing it back. The lingering bitterness is now a thing of the past as she crawls over to you. In an instant, her eyes transition from bunny-like innocence to a lustful gaze, and she reaches out, taking hold of your hand and bringing it to her dripping cunt.

“You got to cum, now it’s my turn,” she says with a smile, bringing a peck to your forehead as you rub her cunt, your cock still soft from the mind blowing orgasm you just experienced but your heart rate increases, knowing it’s only a matter of a minute or so before it’s up railing again.

You push her gently down and hover over her, Nayeon pinned beneath your arms as she giggles, finding great eroticism in being helpless beneath you when you get riled up, her cheeks slowly blushing pink, the milky colored complexion of her body matching the shade of your clear colored bed covers.

The sunlight from the windows peaks through and covers her body in its brightness, a contrast to the rest of the room which was dim without any light penetrating in.

“Make me a mess, Y/N. Please~”

While In admiration of the alluring beauty of your girlfriend you bring your lips roughly to hers, your cock beginning to swell in excitement as it rubs against Nayeon’s bare cunt.

You bite her bottom lip lightly, causing her to let out a breathy whimper as you use that opportunity to introduce your tongue, crashing against hers as your tongues dance in the moment, your cock still rubbing against her slit forcing her to continue to open her mouth to moan in pleasure as you dominate her.

You know how much your girlfriend relishes in the art of making out. She loves to stick her tongue out randomly throughout the day, craving some sort of sensation that she can hold on to, moisten with her tongue. There are many lazy days where she’ll sit on your lap, legs wrapped around your waist as you two clash tongues on the sofa.

“Babe, could you please…” Nayeon whimpers, pushing at your chest slightly so your mouths are no longer connected. Her bottom lip is lightly swollen and the red of the swell more prominent than the natural tinge of her lips.

Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, as her lower lip trembles slightly. Her eyebrows knit together, forming a pleading arch, and her gaze fixates with a vulnerable intensity, conveying an urgent plea.

“…Down there… I need you.” She whispers out, taking pauses in between her words, her cheeks red as your girlfriend in heat wants you to touch her most delicate area.

Her palm rests on her cunt as you groan in response, placing a kiss on her lips before planting one on her collarbone, belly, and finally reach the area where her hand sits.

Slender and gracefully curved, her milky white fingers showcase meticulously manicured nails, their almond-like shape colored a bright pink.

“Just so you know, I haven’t gotten the chance to wash down there yet…” your girlfriend mentions with a gentle smile playing on her lips while her cheeks carry a subtle blush, hinting at her sincere shyness. In her excitement she had suddenly forgotten the fact that you were about to go down on her most raw, most vulnerable pussy thanks to the early morning.

“Come on Nabongs, I just want to taste you. I love how you taste, smell, or whatever, regardless,” you soothed, gently removing her hand which hurriedly covers her face, a whimper escaping her lips.

Getting tongue fucked is one of Nayeon’s most favorite activities. Just in general. On days where there’s no penetration she could just have you tongue fuck her. Reminds you of times when she arrives frantically home, whines escaping her lips as she pulls her bottoms down imploring you to to devour her excited cunt.

She’s not dominating generally, but she has no problem asking you to lap at her pussy all day.

So to see her now so timid when it came to the engagement of her favorite activity was a change of pace for yourself. Usually her hands would serve as a guide, navigating you forcefully to her heat. But that was when her precious area was bathed, or at least bathed earlier in the day if you partake in eating her out at a later time.

As she withdrew her hand, lightly covering her face with fingers spread sparsely apart, she observed your reaction, revealing her bare private area where the heat, swollen with arousal, becomes unmistakably clear.

Enclosed by the outer lips, the inner lips rest within, resembling a delicate petal tucked inside a blooming flower. The outer skin envelops the inner lips, giving a full, puffy appearance and keeping the private area discreetly concealed.

Drawn in by her puffy outer lips, you bring your hands closer, gently parting the folds revealing her inner lips, reminiscent of rose petals awaiting bloom.

The morning scent of her cunt breathes a much more tangy, bittersweetness to it, akin to the ripe aroma of grapefruit, where each breath carries the zest of citrus mingled with the familiar warmth of a musky embrace.

It’s a strong yet enjoyably erotic scent. Nayeon’s scent is typically tangy as it is now but slightly less so, hints of body wash lingering in her areas from her baths. She puts effort into being clean and sanitary, and if anything you’re very thankful for the scent that Nayeon exudes in her nether areas on those days, making your job easier when your face is smothered in her cunt.

Even now as you inhale the aroma of her pussy, the zesty, citrusy scent being erotic and uniquely hers, a mix of her natural musk included, you can’t help but place small pecks on her inner thighs, excitement erecting quickly but you wanting to savor this moment, every sweet second of this worth burning within your memories forever.

As you do you observe her pussy clench, partly from the sudden sensation and partly from the excitement, her visual sign to you that she is in heat.

“Oh~, so good,” Nayeon whispers breathlessly, loosening on the embarrassment from knowing your face is so close to her fragrant lips, the profuse ecstasy tingling within her from the stirring of your tongue.

Enveloped beneath the fullness of her outer lips, the clitoris remains like a mystery, patiently awaiting the tender revelation as the lips gracefully part, unveiling the nerve-rich structure, the small bud responsible for so much of the pleasure your girlfriend receives in this position.

With your face now directly in front of her clit, the scent is slightly more concentrated, natural musk and sweat from her inner regions playing at the nose as you let your tongue flick at the clit lightly, causing Nayeon’s legs to tremble that are now wrapped around your head.

Your tongue flattened, you start at the very bottom of her cunt with your fingers spreading her lips, going in a very slow, controlled manner with light pressure as your tongue moves in straight line until you reach her clit. Once there you repeat your actions, agonizingly slow through the process as Nayeon lets out small whimpers in response.

“Baby, I need you to go faster~” she coos as you chuckle to yourself, deliberate in your actions, riling up Nayeon so her body slowly adapts to the sensation, preparing itself for greater and greater pleasure.

You lap on her cunt once more, tasting her essence is akin to savoring dark chocolate—bitter, yet in a delightfully pleasing way; an exquisite blend of richness and intensity that leaves an indulgent mark on the palate.

Once satisfied you decide to progress the intensity, wetting your lips with your moist tongue and forming an “O” with your mouth and immediately attaching yourself to Nayeon’s tiny clit, sucking on it in the process.

You hear a sharp gasp, and you feel the bed slightly vibrate beneath you.

Your lips are practically wrapped around the entirety of her clit, and you move them in a sucking motion, giving a much needed simulation to her most sensitive area.

You then decide to switch up the movements, lapping at her clit with your tongue in a quick motion, as if you were attempting to get the last drop of honey from the bottom of a jar.

Your eyes are trained on her face, noting every change in expression; how her brows furrow when you lick the underside of her clit, how she bites her lip when you suckle on the sensitive nub, how her eyes squeeze shut when you gently scrape your teeth against her.

Her legs that are around you neck shudder, whimpers of your name escaping her lips as you begin pumping your fingers in her hole, pace slow as you relish in the sensation of her dripping cunt on your fingers and the way she pulls you in, each rhythmic thrust dancing in harmony with the clenching of her pussy.

"Babe," You hear her whisper, a hand gripping tightly on your hair. "Keep doing that— keep— ah!" She throws her head back when you curl your fingers inside of her, the sound of her wetness getting louder with each pump and slide.

"Nayeon," You groan out, the throbbing between your own legs beginning to feel painful. "I need to be inside of you."

She nods frantically, pushing your head away and bringing her legs down from your shoulders.

“Let me do the work baby. You’ve been so good today.”

You pick yourself up and lay back down in the same position as when Nayeon went down on you, head resting on the pillow with your back laying on the bed.

Nayeon stands atop of you, plump pussy with its concealing slit hovering above your stiff cock, waiting for her to mount you. And she then lowers herself slowly, knees out to hold the rest of her body upright as her cunt hovers inches above your cock.

With feet settled into the bed on either side of your waist, her hand fumbles with positioning your cock at her swollen slit, clumsily rubbing the head on her concealed lips that are thoroughly doused in her arousal, causing inadvertent whimpers to gradually escape her mouth.

Her brows knit in concentration with her mouth agape, Nayeon is eventually able to find the correct positioning as a jolt of bliss flows through your body when the head of your cock is engulfed in the warmness of her heat.

“Ah baby~, so damn good,” Nayeon coos, her eyes closed in rapacious ecstasy, cheeks flushed pink and a grin spread on her face as the gradual crescendo of pleasure that was building has now created a masterpiece that overwhelms her senses.

She leisurely lowers herself on your cock, the cold touch of her hands resting on your abs, each second tantalizing as it takes every modicum of self control in order to not shoot your hips straight up in pure ecstasy.

She reaches the base of your cock, cunt sitting snugly on your pelvis, your cock entirely engulfed in the gratifying warmth of the insides of your girlfriend. The inner walls of Nayeon harshly clench on your shaft, as if it was holding on with the complete reservoir of inner strength, eager to wrap you in the tender embrace of its heat.

“It’s time to dance like a bunny, my love,” you groan, a sheen of sweat from your girlfriend’s hands graces your abdomen, a symphony of excitement and pleasure intertwining, leaving her teetering on the brink of anticipation.

“Babe, what was it you called me last time I did this?”

“Oh, I think that was… I’m pretty sure fuck-bunny.”

The moment those words slip from your lips, her gaze transforms, eyes deepening in intensity. Her radiant smile morphs into a seductive smirk, accentuated by the subtle bite of her lower lip, leaving an air of alluring anticipation hanging between you.

The light reaching from the window casts a gleam over parts of Nayeon’s body, her petite breasts with her hard nipples projecting out, the pink summit seductively shining under the rays of the sunlight.

They come closer to your face, as if to tease you with their presence until they’re pushed away, your girlfriends face moving closer instead to the side of your cheek, Nayeon’s face next to yours as you feel her smooth cheeks on yours, warm breath hitting your ears as she whispers.

“I’ll show you, how much of a fuck-bunny I am just for you.”

Nayeon began joyously bouncing up and down your hardened erection, her movements exuding a contagious energy as if each leap held a burst of excitement, rubbing off on you as you begin groaning loudly, Nayeon’s name escaping your lips as her slippery walls touch the nerves of your cock explicitly.

Your length nestled snugly within the tightness of her cunt, creating a sensation of pressure and fullness, as if every contour of its form was intimately embraced. Her cunt was speaking with every clench when she’d hop up and down on your cock, begging you to remain in her rigid embrace.

“How’s that baby, fucking you good?”

“You’re so good Nayeon~, such a tight cunt.”

“No baby, you’ve gotta call me by my name.”

“Fuck.. such a good fuck-bunny.”

As you call her by her beloved nickname you feel her cunt contract on your cock as she leans down so her breasts rest on your chest, knees now touching the bed and her nipples rubbing on your skin as your hands harshly grab onto her asscheeks, spreading them as your cock sits snugly in her cunt.

Her mouth meets yours, saliva pooling between you, forgetting the morning reality where neither of you has indulged in breakfast or brushed your teeth. It’s a moment driven solely by raw, primal desire in the early hours.

She moans into the kiss as you wrap your arms around her slender back, raising your hips to thrust your cock in her. With each thrust the sound of slapping flesh is heard as she moans your name into your mouth, her tongue wrapping around yours in a wet tango as her juices leak on your groin.

You move one of your hands to her hair, grabbing a handful as she moans into your mouth while you pull at her hair, her eyes rolling back into her head as she bites her lip, a red tint remaining after her teeth let go of her lip.

“So good, daddy. Fuck me like fuck-rabbit, please~”

The sight is so erotic that you can barely stand it. Her flushed cheeks, her mouth open releasing soft moans, the curve of her spine accentuated as she arches her back and thrusts her breasts out, her pink nipples bouncing with her body as she gets fucked.

You bring your lips to her breasts, placing small kisses on them softly as she runs her hands through your hair, grabbing onto you tightly as she tilts her head back, a soft, low moan escapes from her lips.

Nayeon had always been so expressive, her face constantly conveying her feelings and her body following suit as she moaned, groaned, and cried out during sex.

Your hands reach down to her plum ass cheeks that are jiggling in melody with your swift thrusting, grabbing onto her just to harshly smack them as her body shudders, both ends of pleasure and pain coursing through her now red tinged ass.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m about to cum.”

You feel the twitching of her cunt, signaling the sign that her orgasm was approaching. At the same time the tip of your cock began to tingle, your orgasm approaching as well.

The touch of her stomach rises and falls with each heavy breath, creating a rhythmic, warm sensation against your own, as if a shared heartbeat pulses through the connection.

“Baby, faster. Let me cum,” she begs, her eyes wide and pleading, her lower lip trembles with urgency, its edges slightly swollen and tinged with a hint of red. Cheeks, now flushed, bear witness to the depth of her desperation, and every feature on her face conveys an earnest plea.

“I want to cum with you, Nayeon, my favorite fuck-bunny.”

“You’re only fuck-bunny,” she reminds you with a whimper, attempting to chuckle at the cute back and forth but the pleasure of her approaching orgasm preventing her from doing so.

Her body shudders as she lets out a high pitched moan, her cunt clamping down on your cock as her legs rapidly shake, moans of your name filling the air.

You continue to thrust into her, prolonging her orgasm as she lets out a series of whimpers, your hands reaching around to grab her breasts and grope them, kneading them roughly.

You groan out her name as you pull her down, your cock resting snugly within her heat as you cum. Your cock twitches as you shoot your seed into her, painting her insides white with your cum.

Nayeon’s body slumps on top of yours, feeling every ounce of sweat from her naked body mingle with yours, proof of the early morning passion that played out between you two. Your breathings are almost in sync, each exhale and inhale in near perfect balance as you place several kisses on her shoulder, an act of love following the act of passion.

Nayeon lifts her hips up, your cock slowly slipping out before being released from the tight embrace of your girlfriends cunt. She sits next to you, legs spread with her cunt pointed in your direction as she watches the cum slowly roll out of her hole.

“This was your second load and it’s still this big,” she murmurs, using a tissue to wipe her cunt clean of your fluid.

You turn to face her, watching her delicate pale fingers and the way they hold the tissue, delicately wiping at her swollen cunt, your cum dripping out of her slowly and trailing down into her ass before she quickly catches it.

“By the way Nabongs, what do you want for dinner?”

She looks at you with mischievous smile.

“I already had my breakfast. It was kinda… salty,” she responds, licking her lips with a smile as takes her fingers and pinches some of the cum that was dripping from her cunt, stretching it with her finger and thumb in front of you, causing a chuckle to escape your lips.

“And what about you babe?”

“Me? Well… I already ate too, funnily enough.”

You think back to the taste of her early morning cunt, the way you devoured her with your tongue and how the flavor stuck to your mouth.

“It was… kinda bitter. Like dark chocolate. Kinda salty in a way and smelled a bit like ripe grapefruit.”

“…Did you enjoy it?” Your girlfriend asks, an eyebrow raised with a small smile.

“Yeah, of course. Best breakfast brunch ever.”

#twice smut #nayeon smut #male reader #male reader smut #female idol smut #gg smut #girl group smut #twice x reader

[electrozeistyking]

...how did Uzi die in your Ghost Drone AU?

Oh my god. I never thought anyone would ask. I usually have thirty five facts about my AUs, and no one ever asks. This is going to be a simplified version, and I’m sorry if I sound insensitive about this.

Basically, some time after N and Uzi's wedding (probably around the same time they decided Let's Be Parents), Uzi got sick. Like, unusually sick for a drone.

Eventually, when she started coughing up red stuff and made things implode or melt with her powers whenever she tried to use them, they (which does include V) realized that The Solver had something to do with it.

The trio spent a good few months trying to figure out a way to either get rid of It or stop whatever It was doing completely, only to turn up empty handed. In the end, as It made Its final efforts to to take over her body, Uzi came up with one last plan: she would be killed, and her core would be destroyed.

And seeing as they split off from V during this particular search... that only left N to do it. Unfortunately, his laser cannon suffered a rare freak malfunction right in the middle of their heartfelt goodbyes, and nearly took them both out.

Of course, the plan succeeded. The Solver failed to take over her body, and is now seemingly gone forever. But of course, as N woke up in the medical wing days after the incident, he discovered their daughter had recently been booted up... and now, he's seeing ghosts.

SPOILER ALERT, Uzi (eventually) becomes one of those ghosts.

Ghost Drone!Uzi's redesign was actually handled by my buddy, @adragonenjoyer! They wanted to draw fanart for the AU, so we kinda geeked out over how she should look, and lo and behold, we've got Bluzi (yes i made ghost drones blue specifically for that pun)!

She's a bit more special than regular ghost drones, seeing as they're usually just drones but cyan, blue and white. They don't usually reflect how they died... and parts of their bodies don't usually float around like that, either! Plus, she can occasionally interact with inanimate objects! Sadly, that does mean she can't touch N anymore... but it won't stop them from trying!!!

(she unfortunately takes a bit longer to "manifest" as a ghost drone, too. just needed to give n four years of raising their lil baby on his own and beating himself up for failing his wife before i gave him something good... like his wife back!)

#Zeisty's Askbox #murder drones #murder drones uzi #murder drones n #ghost drone au #murder drones nuzi #we did it we found the lil blue guy living in the blue world #tw major character death #tw trypophobia

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA#14 His name is not Bruce Wayne, it’s…

Imagine dis…

It is another dimension travel between two fandoms but what if instead of having a Batman or even a Bruce Wayne in this dimension we have a Phantom? 

Dick, Jason, and Tim are adopted by a well-known billionaire while Damian is a clone that escaped from Vlad before the brainwashing program was even added to the family.

Daniel Nightgale a billionaire industrialist, his godfather the founder and CEO of Vlad Co. gave him the entire company as a 21st birthday gift. Renamed as The Triple Pack Inc, a weird name yet their quality in terms of products as well their services was something nothing to laugh at. 

 Daniel Nightingale created a great legacy for both his hero persona to his mortal life.

 A legacy that Dick, Jason, Tim, Ellie, and Damian Nightingale, all carry themselves with confidence as they strive to make their father proud as well look them in the eyes with pure adoration.

 …

 Each vigilante from Gotham had just turned in for the night after they have just busted a large illegal export of various technologies from different tech companies which had just been robbed senseless. While they didn’t know where the cargo was headed, they manage to stop whomever the client from gaining state in the top technology.

 As Oracle logged off and went upstairs to catch the meager sleep she has ever since she entered this lifestyle, under the pile of confiscated tech she didn’t see the faint glowing of a mysterious green crystal that resembles a kryptonite, nor having the entire Wayne manor covered by a white light as each resident of the manor is now deep asleep.

 …

 Waking up Dick felt that his bed had shrunk, but he knew that his old room in the manor had stayed the same aside from the different trinkets as well as furniture seeing that he was no longer a child. As he tries to grab more hand full of the blanket before Alfred wakes them up but he noticed an extra baggage in his bed thinking that one of his brothers had just had a nightmare and decided to sleep in his bed, the moment he turned to face whichever brother snuck in his room he has faced a shocked face of himself looking at him wide-eyed. 

 Now note this duplicate is quite different from him, a bit taller as well having a bit broader shoulders as well a bit paler than Dick is. Dick immediately woke up and tried to get away from the intruder by kicking the stranger, it seems the stranger has the same idea and tried to kick Dick as well, but both fell off the bed. Just as they were about to fight off, multiple shots of guns came from the direction of another room just across the hallway, both Grayson (I couldn’t write his nickname without reading it weirdly) and an intense star off went to the door and lo and behold they saw double of their siblings. 

 Bruce is with that “face” indicating whether he should join in to stop the said fight or gather intel, in the end, he joined due to the fact the female double of Damian got him with a kick on the chest after tiring him out seeing that his son fought off two doubles of himself, one a female and one a paler and blue-eyed version of himself. This didn’t go as planned seeing another double join the fight, a buffer version of Bruce Wayne with a goatee and his hair tied grabbed him by the shoulder and joined the fray. 

 Each member of the Bat clan is now fighting each double of themselves, Dick who is about to ask and try to de-escalate the fight joined in due to the fact his “clone” suddenly helps Jason’s double make him join in.

 Tim who was giving a hand to each member who was being pushed back suddenly had someone to keep him busy since the Demon brat’s double didn’t like that he is helping the others and joined in fighting, suddenly his double appeared still sleepy and disorganized, immediately joined in when he saw the commotion. 

 Jason fought his double when his double’s weird-looking gun looked like it ran out of battery, he pulled out a Lazarus green glowing sword and bought it into their gunfight, after cursing himself for not charging the gun the night prior. Now remember it is quite dumb for a person to bring a knife into a gunfight but the moment Jason’s double cut through a bullet as if it was butter, he knew that his double didn’t downgrade when he pulled out that knife. 

 It was when Alfred their butler and another person who has black hair and black eyes add to the fact that he is also wearing the same uniform their butler currently is wearing, shot out a green beam from a weird gun forcing them to be quiet. To try to figure out things.

After some exchange of information, the Bat clan was in a different dimension alongside their butler/grandfather. Both sides were able to be civil enough to move from the hallway and move to a study room. Each person sat with a clear distance between the two, now that both won’t attack sensibly, they could spot the difference between the two. 

Tim’s double told them to call him Timothy, who is healthier and taller which made Alfred ask his younger alternate some tips on how he made them, especially Tim to be able to eat healthier, Sebastian, merely chuckled and said it is because of their father.

Jason’s double introduced as Jason Peter Nightingale and told them to call him Shade, instead of black hair and having a single white streak shade has full on white hair and has a single black streak on his head. Glowing green eyes made Jason uncomfortable seeing that his alternate might be in the state of his Pit rage.

Damian asked who is the person besides their double, who was introduced as Danielis, gesturing at the female version of himself. Danielis introduced the person beside them as his twin sister Danielle also known as Ellie.

Bruce is wary, every time they dimension hop he self is evil to the point, they destroyed the world or enslave it, but the buffer version just rolled his eyes as if sensing what his other version had thought of it. Then Ellie laughed at Dan’s expense and exclaimed that maybe he shouldn’t have destroyed the last timeline so Dad and grandfather wouldn’t ground him.

At Ellie’s exclaim the Bat clan warily looked at Dan who is about to quirk up a snark back, you destroy one timeline and everybody is against you.

 When the front door suddenly made a loud noise, indicating someone entered the manor.

 Each of them immediately went to hide including their versions as Sebastian stayed standing on his feet. A large and very broad man entered, with black hair and blue eyes. Ellie immediately revealed her position along with the others to pile on the stranger whilst yelling Danny or Dad, while the bats stayed at their hiding spot. As the others are laughing and speaking at the same time to get the man’s attention.

After cleaning off any imaginary dust his clothes may have, he just stands in a corner waiting for the rest of them to be quiet, which immediately indicates that it is not often to have their father is quiet.

After calming down and looking at each of his children, he sighed very loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked very loudly to his children why on earth they created a portal to another dimension when they have a perfectly good and working one at the basement.

Each of them began choking and shenanigans ensues as two fathers try to keep their respective children from either killing each other, trying to take over the world, or even how they complement each other to the point their very sanity is at stake.

…

Sorry I haven’t much posted I haven’t had many ideas to write on.

…

PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #danny fenton #Danny Phantom #bruce wayne #BatFam

[evalevaeva]

rival | yeon sieun

warning : death

Yeon Sieun wasn't just a schoolmate. You wouldn't have considered him a friend or someone you hate. The two of you acknowledged each others existence, knowing that the other person existed simply because of one piece of paper that was pasted on the signboard of Byuksan Middle School's notice board every few months.

"First : Yeon Sieun," That was what the board would read every month from the first year of school, but somehow by the third test of the fourth year, yeon sieun's name was not first.

"Did you hear? Yeon sieun got knocked off first place!" Students began gossiping as yeon sieun stood in front of the noticeboard, face blank, but his eyes showed anger.

To say he was angry would be an understatement. He aas furious, his heart pumped faster and he could hear ringing in his ears as he walked back to his seat, acting as he would on a normal day as the students in the class looked at him, muttering and whispering to each other.

"Congratulations! I can't believe you did so well for the mock exams! You'll definitely ace the exams by CSAT year!" The sound of female students congratulations caught Sieun's attention as he raised his head to look at the window in the corridor.

You were walking with four other female students, a large smile plastered onto your face as you shook your head at your friends' words, shy from their compliments.

For the first time in a long time, Sieun felt the feeling of inferiority creeping up his neck like a silent monster. His grip on his pen became tighter as his eyes were glued onto the notebook in front of him, not wanting to think about the result slip on the noticeboard.

"Sieun," You called out his name as you held your tray of food. The boy looked up from his English textbook as he looked at you, his earpieces still in his ears as you exhaled, feeling the awkwardness creeping up your arms.

"Could I sit here? I wanted to talk to you about certain subjects because I'm still not at my best," You asked until you realised that he was ignoring you, eyes glued back onto the text on the book in front of his face as you sighed, turning to walk back to the table with your friends.

That was over a year ago, and by the actual examination, sieun was back on top, with you being in second. That didn't bother you. You weren't aiming for the top, just high enough to get into a good school later on in life.

By the last year of school, the teachers saw that both of you were high academic achievers, which led to their decision to make both of you seatmates.

The air was tense at first. You never knew if you should talk to him or wait for him to start a conversation. You chose the latter, thinking back on your only other encounter with him the previous year.

Over the course of half a year, you were still struggling with Additional Mathematics, and you could never really understand it. You would've asked your classmates but only one other student took Additional Mathematics with you, and that was, lo and behold, Yeon Sieun.

It was break time, and on a usual day, you would've been at the snack bar with your friends deciding what to eat, but today wasn't the case. You had to figure out how to do the hard questions before the exams, and you were still struggling. The teacher was no help, simply telling you to check with Sieun. If you could, you would've.

"The shoelace method."

You lifted your head up from the paper as you turned to see sieun still writing in his notebook, despite you having just heard his voice.

"The shoelace method...?" You questioned him again as he turned to you, his face with his signature cold look, but he was offering help, who were you to reject that?

Sieun adjusted his seat as he moved slightly closer to your table, his chair slanted in your direction.

"I assume you already know the formula?" Sieun asked, not looking at you as his head was tilted slightly, reading the question carefully as he clicked his pen, writing down in blue ink as he explained.

"Take the points in the anti-clockwise direction. The first point chosen must be repeated..." Sieun explained as he wrote down the formula and numbers for the polygon.

You should have been focused, but somehow... having yeon sieun so closd to you made your heart jump. You gulped as you blinked, hard, focusing on the problem at hand.

"You can use the numbers in the motion of a shoelace, x1 with y2, so on and so forth, and eventually, you'll get this answer," Sieun wrote down the final answer as you looked at him, feeling starstruck.

Everyone knew he was smart, but getting to experience his academic ability first-hand made you feel a newfound respect for him. He knew his work, and he made sure he did.

That single event with both of you led to a more comfortable atmosphere as the days passed. Sieun didn't act like you didn't exist, and you could talk to him easily, most of the time.

A simple 'good morning sieun' and a nod back was a more usual occurrence between the both of you and the teachers were more than elated by that.

On that particular day, you didn't seem yourself, even sieun could see it. You didn't speak nor look at anyone in the class as yoj entered, head hanging low as you sat in your seat. You took out your books and placed them on the table, placing your head on them as you closed your eyes, feeling the lack of sleep beginning to seep in.

Your situation at home led to your current state, but you couldn't tell anyone. It's normal academic pressure, it was nothing to worry about ; you chose to believe it. Your grades were beginning to slip, slowly like a snake creeping up with its venom. Your parents weren't happy, a screaming match ensued the moment you arrived home at the start of the week and it was already Friday. You were exhausted. Emotionally and physically, you were done.

"Wake up. The teacher's here," Sieun muttered as he tapped on your shoulder, causing you to flinch as you woke up from your five minutes of sleep.

"I'll be announcing the winner of the additional mathematical olympiad competition that was held recently," The homeroom teacher spoke, but you were to busy beginning to doze off as the teacher's sudden mention of your name caused you to wake up once again.

"Congratulations, this prize is awarded to this student for achieving first place in the additional mathematics olympiad." The teacher announced as you stood up, walking to the teacher to receive the certificate, before plopping down on your seat once again.

"Yeon Sieun, second place," The teacher announced as loud gasps were heard around the room.

You opened your eyes as you saw Sieun at the front of the class, taking the certificate half-heartedly as he gave you the same glare he had given you a year ago, over the mock exam results.

"Now, now, settle down class," the teacher shouted over the muttering and chatter in the class while you were trying to grasp a few more minutes of sleep.

Everyone had gone for their lunch, and it was just you and sieun in the classroom.

"Was it fun?" Sieun suddenly asked, he was seated, facing the board as you turned to him, confused and exhausted.

"What?" You questioned back as sieun turned to you, his eyes glaring at you ad he continued, "Did you just want help because you wanted to surpass me? To get first place?"

You were too tired for this. Everything was becoming a blur in your head.

"Look, if you wanted to win that math olympiad, you could've said so. I didn't even want to take part in it, the teacher in charge signed me up," you muttered as sieun suddenly slammed the desk with his arm, causing it to turn red with each second that passed.

"You're lazy, and all you do is leech off of others. You ask me for help in everything, but can't even do such a basic concept like polygons." Sieun scoffed as you turned to him, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden aggresiveness.

"What is wrong with you? Just because of a stupid math competition, you're attacking me? Watch your mouth yeon sieun," You spat back at him as he turned to face you, his anger reaching its limits.

"You're pathetic," Sieun stated heartlessly as you stood up, grabbing your textbooks, shoving them into your bag, not caring if the covers or pages were bent. You made your way out of the class, walking down the hallway as you made your way to the main office.

"I'm not feeling well. I need to go home," you told the receptionist as she handed you the form to fill out to leave school early.

Sieun's words were echoing in your head as you thought about his harsh words. He was just like everyone around you. Your parents, always telling you to work harder, unsatisfied with everything that you did for your academics.

You walked down the path from the school gate to the bus stop as you quietly wiped away the tears that were threatening to fall. Floodgates were about to be released, but with the many people at the bus stop, that would be embarrassing. Your vision was still blurry from the lack of sleep, but you kept repeating in your head that it was nothing to worry about.

That was until your legs gave out, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, your head facing the road as you felt people calling out to you. They sounded mumbled, as if you were underwater. The world seemed to become a whirlpool as you inhaled deeply, before blacking out, the last thing being the sound of the ambulance.

The next week came, and Sieun walked into the classroom, waiting patiently with a box of milk, patiently waiting for you to arrive. He had thought about his actions over the weekend and realised he had lost his cool over something minor, and he had definitely hurt you. He tried to convince himself that he did the right thing, but he couldn't. Remembering how you looked at him, face full of hurt and hands trembling, he couldn't.

The bell rang, and the boy looked up from his notebook to see the seat next to him empty. You didn't arrive. Maybe you were late? He told himself as he placed the milk under your desk for you to see when you arrived.

"I have news to share with all of you," the teacher started as she walked into the classroom with a vase of white flowers, the atmosphere becoming heavy. The teacher was barely ever serious unless something bad happened, and that wasn't a good sign to sieun.

"Our classmate has passed away on Friday. I would like everyone to remember our dear friend as someone who was hard working and could be relied on."

Sieun's ears seemed to ring. A high-pitched ring with a buzzing feeling in his head as he turned to look at his classmates. Only your seat was empty.

"Sieun," the teacher called him as he snapped out of his daze, realising she was standing beside your table.

"I hope you're alright. I know the sudden news shocked you seeing as the both of you were quite close," The teacher said as she placed the flowers on your desk, leaving it as sieun couldn't help but stare at it.

You were gone, and the last thing he called you was 'pathetic'. He was so caught up in his inner turmoil that he was so blind as to not see you suffering right in front of his two very eyes.

Sieun reached out his hand, his hand grazing the clear vase as he thought of when he'd pat your head when you'd sleep in class. He didn't expect that the next time he'd see you, you would be in a casket, with a large potrait of your school photo in front of it.

"You must be yeon sieun." a voice called out as sieun turned to see an old woman in a black hanbok, a chief mourner badge around her arm as sieun nodded.

"You were always spoken highly of. My grandchild would always come home and excitedly tell me about how she talked to you more with each day that passed." the old woman told sieun as he looked to the ground. He felt ashamed, as if he shouldn't have been there. Even in death, you'd still find a way to clench his heart.

Sieun sat at his desk at home, staring at the wall. He felt as if his soul had been removed from his body. He always felt void of emotions, but somehow, he felt like there were too many emotions.

One drop, two drops.

Sieun felt his tears running down uncontrollably, not being able to keep himself together. Sieun never had many friends, but somehow, he always found you sneaking into his heart as someone dear to him, as someone he'd want in his life.

But it was too late. You were no longer a rival, but a friend.

---

MY ASS BRUH I WORKED ON THIS FOR 2 HOURS AND IT TURNE DOUT LIKE SHIT IM SO MAD AT 4:38AM AND ITS JFJFJRWBWJ

also the math part was kind of entertaining to write other than the fact i couldn't write the formula in so pls imagine it

#whc1 #yeon sieun #sieun fic #sieun x reader #ahn sooho #ohbeomseok #weak hero #weak hero class 1

[hanasnx]

"capable of love."

WC: 1k | CHARACTERS: scott barringer x gn!reader SUMMARY: an injury brings you closer together. WARNINGS: injury | size difference | romance | mentioned: withdrawals

SCOTT BARRINGER has a lot of anger to work out. He makes that clear every time you witness one of his famous temper tantrums. If something doesn't go his way, he's the first to leave. The first to kick something over. To yell, to scream, to cry. It's bratty, and annoying. It's natural, from your side of things, to wish ill-will upon him. He expresses what you're never allowed to express, you wish it'd be his downfall.

Lo and behold, he has another one of his emotional outbursts. His instability becomes everyone's problem. He's large, and he's loud. Of course you'd flinch, drop whatever's in your hands, hide from the source. It stirs resentment within you— that dissipates right before your eyes when your wish comes true.

A jarring slam, and a resounding: "Fuck!" Has you rushing to the origin, to see him doubled over clutching his own hand.

"What happened?" your instinct is to say. At the sound of your voice, he straightens, a sheen of fresh tears on his eyes as meets yours. Delicate, pink features twisted in anguish as he glances between you and his injury.

"Shut my fucking hand in the door." he replies hoarsely, angrily. Like it's your fault. He can't keep still, pacing, bending over, torn between looking around or at his brittle fingers. A string of curses start out strong from his lips, stringing with saliva, and feather out to a whisper. Dealing with the pain manifests in throwing his body around.

Once you get over your shock, guilt takes root. Is this your fault? Did you cause this? You blink away your disbelief, rushing to his side to settle soothing hands on his back after he rests his elbows on the counter, rocking back and forth. Frantically, he massages his palm as if to get his mind off of the actual location of the injury.

To your surprise, he jerks away from your touch. "Go away! Go, I don't need you." The back of his head is far less intimidating, golden locks curling around at the nape of his neck in a most endearing way. Unfortunately, you have no time to idle, hovering your hands over the fabric of his hoodie, wary of his boundary.

"At least let me see it." you tell him firmly. You hear a faint whimper and he shakes his head. So you toughen up, "Scott. Let me see it."

Reluctantly, he stands and you back up, so when he faces you you're not as close as you once were, concealing your former proximity. The shade of his face has deepened. "I think I broke it."

You outstretch your palm, inviting him to let you see. His wound is kept close to his chest, as if he hasn't decided to trust you with it yet. In the light, getting a good view of his skewed countenance, you notice the damp trail lining his cheek. It's not a good time to mention it, and you see his hesitance slowly melt away as he carefully releases his hand, and extends his arm to you. His knuckles rest on the heel of your palm, and you inspect him with extreme prejudice. Exacerbating the pain would be cruel, but violating his fragile trust in you would be worse. You can feel the red hot pulse of it, and chew your bottom lip worriedly.

"Well?" he snaps you out of your examination impatiently, tilting his head into your eye-line to recapture your attention.

You turn it over, his large appendage about the length of your two overlapping ones as you hold it. Blue blooms underneath his fingernails, he must've burst the blood vessels on impact. "Can you bend them?"

"What?" he sighs incredulously, narrowing his gaze at you to scrutinize you.

"If any of your fingers are broken, we'll know. Can you bend them?"

"What? No!"

"Just try!"

He opens his mouth to speak, to object, but it closes. Moistening his lips, he throws a look to the side in exasperation before stepping closer to you, bowing his head to concentrate hard on his twitching digits. You try to ignore how fast your heart is beating. Daring a glance up at him, he does not return the favor, but you witness the adorable way his tongue peeks out as he focuses, how his sharp jawline is defined by the gesture.

Tentatively, his fingers move in the shortest bursts, like little cracks of motion. "It hurts."

"It's gonna." You both watch as he cautiously wiggles his fingers. As a former football player, you're sure he's no stranger to injury. Your guess is he was already overwhelmed, and experiencing withdrawals. Something like this was enough to set him off, but he's... a lot calmer now. Breathing has evened out as he intently carries out the task you gave him, fingers move back and forth in a leisure wiggle. You're not sure why you did it, why you're feeling so nurturing, so drawn to him, but your hands envelope his, massaging the tissue for him. His wide palm and thick wrist are worked by your affectionate touch.

It stuns him. Flashing his gaze between you and his sore appendage.

"What are you doing?" he questions quietly. It's unclear if he's averse or puzzled.

"Helping." Your thumbs dig into the meat of his hand, sensing the kinks there. "You have rough hands." On the inside of the knuckle, where his fingers meet his palm, there are calluses. Probably from holding that stupid football. You meet his awaiting eyes, the twinge of red still lines his lids, lashes dark and wet from lachrymal essence, exquisite cheek bones budded with a frail pink. There's a comfortable silence as he draws his bottom lip through his teeth. His larynx bobs with a swallow.

Electricity. It has your baby hairs stand on end. An invisible force beckons you, as if tied together and the string tightens, you incline into each other. Your surroundings fall away with each inch. Tepid, parted lips graze yours, a minor delay to purse yet. He searches your eyes at first, and your mirror his actions, coming to meet in the middle with a subtle pucker. A peck. Innocent, soft. His hand remains relinquished in yours.

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[icy-bluez]

Picture Perfect

Warnings: slightly suggestive, crack fic, fluff.

Characters: Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier

Synopsis: Weird / endearing pictures you have of them.

A/N: Icy has nothing to say cuz Icy currently has a smooth bren.

Rafayel

Man's got cake.

Nah, he's got a fucking bakery.

And you were extremely slightly jealous.

(Unless your thang be thanging too.)

You have definitely clicked pictures of his ass on multiple occasions, especially when he's wearing those fancy clothes of his, tight with swaying buttcheeks as he walks. And then you probably proceeded to spank it.

"Rafayel, I have a question." You ask while he was spacing out, sitting in front of a giant canvas full of beautiful hues of colours.

"...Yes?"

"If you fall on your butt do you bounce back up from the sheer plushness of the muscle on your rear en-"

Rafayel almost snaps his neck when he turns his face towards you with a loud dramatic, "Say what-!?"

Let's just say he got really flustered and you got to see for yourself if he really did bounce back up when he fell from the stool.

Besides that you also have a shit ton of pictures of him pouting or sulking because you're pretty sure he does the picture perfect pout better than you when he's just...well....sulking.

Xavier

Some...incredibly weird sleeping positions.

You were on your way out of Akso hospital one day and saw fur, fluffy and golden hanging out from the tree. You assumed it was a cat.

You reached up to grab it. The cat-human entity grunted.

You jumped away like a startled cat yourself, only to see sleepy blue eyes peek from under a lowered tree branch. Lo and behold, it was a wild Xavier. Snap, went the camera.

You definitely have pictures of his chest, like, how are they so huge and squish-able. You've also wanted to lick the sweat off his abs once in a while because he's just so damn muscular and glows like a goddamn glowstic- (concerned personnel are requested to not try this at home unless they are also in possession of a wild Xavier or similar-)

"Xavier. Shirt off." You ordered with a slightly unhinged expression on your face.

"W-whuh? Y/N?"

"Now."

"W-wait why-"

"Shut up and let me worship your knead-ables."

Don't pretend you did not relish in his moans after you were done with worshipping his body. It did not stop at his chest though, you definitely went lower.

PS: He fell asleep on his knees once, while he was hugging your legs and his head was on your lap. You clicked a picture and never let that one go.

Zayne

Zayne, pinching his nose bridge, sighing, his eyes closed and head leaning back against the couch. Before he could even register what was happening, he heard around fifty snaps of pictures being taken, going off from the side.

Zayne is just a very sexy man in general but you, as his girlfriend, obviously have weird/endearing pictures of him. Like the time he started gleefully laughing like a child. A giant cat was finally, finally being overly affectionate with him, licking his hands, neck and all over his face.

(Are we jealous? Yes we are!)

Zayne barely ever lets his guard down therefore little moments when he would fall asleep on your lap or just anywhere random in general after being thoroughly exhausted, you would take a picture.

You have definitely forced him into couple photoshoots with you. Asking him to put on cat ears with you, carry plushies on his shoulders, making hearts with your hands, drawing one half of a heart with a red lipstick on your cheek then smushing it against a reluctant Zayne's cheek to form the other half of the heart. That picture was now your lockscreen wallpaper.

Besides that, he had really broad shoulders and an impeccable stature. Not that you wouldn't peck it.

"Mm, can I?" You ask, seductively pulling his shirt open as you reapply your lipstick.

"Isn't this a bit too..."

"Is it a yes or a no?"

"...You can continue."

Now you also had a picture of Zayne flushed red and littered with lipstick marks all over his neck, cheeks, chest, abs, maybe lower. Definitely not because you were jealous of a cat.

Oh and he probably got his revenge as well.

ANTHOLOGY LIST

#zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne #rafayel #xavier #fanfiction #crack fic

[sunflowersteves]

slowly || e.m.

summary || you see eddie again after your break up, and all that was in his mind was wanting you back. part two to broken hearts, but can be read alone.

author’s note || thank you for all the love for my last fic, i hope you enjoy this concluded series!

warnings || sad!eddie, breakups, crying, angst, rage, swearing, happy ending

masterlist

Five months.

It’s been five months since Eddie—fucking—Munson decided to stomp all over your heart and leave it there to rot. 

Five whole excruciatingly painful months. 

“You saw him when dropping off Mike and Lucas?” You nodded at Robin. She leaned her elbows against a movie shelf. “What did he say?” 

You sighed, placing some VHS tapes back onto their rightful stands, “that’s the thing, Rob, he didn’t say anything. I tried to talk to him. I wanted him to say something, but I was left with radio silence.”

Robin stared at you with a frown before a sigh puffed out of her lips. “Do you think he wanted to say something?”

You turned around to face her this time, but your eyes locked on the cheaply tiled floor. “Honestly? I don’t know. Something was slightly off about him, but I don’t really know if it was that.”

Robin opened her mouth to say something, but then the bell that was attached to the front door rang through the store. 

"Welcome to Family Video." Her eyes slightly widened by the customer that was starting to approach the two of you. 

“Um–don’t panic, but it’s Eddie.”

Your eyes widened, nearly dropping the VHS that was in your hand. “What?” You whipped your head around, and lo and behold, there he was.

Battle jacket, ripped jeans, reebok sneakers, silver rings, and frizzy hair. If it weren’t for the fire-burning rage that built up slowly like a furnace inside of you, you would’ve swooned. As of right now, though?

You wanted to rip his fucking head off. 

“Robin—I—please, I can’t—” At this moment, you needed Robin to be your savior. After the run-in with him the other day, your heart couldn’t take it anymore, nor could you really afford to be fired for shoving a VHS tape down someone's throat. 

But she shook her head. As much as she wanted to help you, she knew you needed some type of closure. Eddie dumped you out of the fucking blue. It left you absolutely broken, scarred, and a shell of your own self. If he was here to see you, then that means he really did want to talk. 

You tried to grab onto her forearm, as a desperate plea, but Robin was already walking away. “I hate seeing you so unhappy. I mean, shit, have you really talked about anything other than Eddie since you saw him again?”

Damn Robin for always being right. 

“Talk to him. It’ll be okay.” She was already near the break room, leaving the two of you alone. You turn around, hands subconsciously playing with the Family Video employee vest.

“Oh—uh—hey.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Hey.”

God, the air was thick. It felt like it was clinging to your skin as the ringing of silence hung in the air. You took it as an opportunity to take a look at him—a good look. 

Frankly, he looked like shit. His hair was all over the place, the rim of his eyes was red, and his style was completely out of place. It looked as if he had just grabbed clothes and them on. 

Although, to be honest, you knew you weren't a walk in the park either. Shit, you worked at Family Video with your two friends and a matching green vest to match. 

He continued to just stare straight ahead at you. Silence. Pure jarring nothingness. 

“Do you need a movie or something?” This time he shook his head, surprise resting on your features at a response. He looked panicked, though, as if he was a deer caught in headlights. 

And he felt panicked. He was jittery, heart pounding against his ears, and hands practically shaking against his thighs. He walked into the Family Video with a mission, desperately wanting to fix the void that was swallowing him whole. 

After seeing you that day, he finally threw away that moldy blueberry muffin that sat on the counter for months after you had made it for him. But he didn’t throw it away because he was getting over you and finally letting you go. 

He threw it away because he was determined to mend your broken hearts. Some day, you’d make those blueberry muffins for him and stuff the batter into his mouth as his legs swung against the kitchen counter. 

And it was now or never. 

“Listen, I—I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” Before you could even respond, he rushes, “I know that an apology doesn’t mean jack or shit, I know. I guess, I–I just, I mean, I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I’m so goddamn stupid.” He pulled at the ends of his hair in his own frustration. “After everything, I thought that I was pulling you down. I thought that—I thought that I wasn’t worth saving that day in the Upside Down, I–”

He stopped as he saw a tear leave your eye, not even realizing that his own had traveled down his cheeks. He wants to hold you. He wants to brush those tears out of your eyes. He wants to caress your cheek and press you into him.

“I thought that you didn’t love me, Eddie.” Your voice cracked. His heart sank into his stomach, his hand finally reaching out to yours. You shook your head at him, “You are everything, Eddie, okay? I would drag you out of that goddamn hell hole fifty times if I had to. You are worth saving a million times over.”

He licked his lips before closing his eyes, gently squeezing your hand. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Your chest fluttered at the fond nickname, your heart squeezing at the loss of what once was. 

“Look, I’m not,” you pause, letting out a long sigh, “I don’t forgive you. I-I can’t forgive you, not yet. You hurt me, Eds. You let me think about all the reasons why I wasn’t good for you, w-why I thought you didn’t love me.” 

He lets out a breath, tears already pricking his eyes again. He knows he fucked up badly—royally. But that small sliver of hope burst through his chest, feeling it all the way down to his fingers. 

“But—” you let out a breath, “with time and both of us working on everything, we can slowly fix it. We can fix it.”

He pressed a long, gentle kiss against your temple, closing his eyes in both sadness and aspiration. “I can do slow. it’s my new middle name.”

For the first time in a long time, you smiled. “Don’t get too carried away, Munson.”

~

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[guyfieriii]

Gem Amra Kheli

Translation: Games We Play

I finally did it, you guys. A lil' drabble is what I could muster for some fluff for you guys. It's set in the same story as Young Price and Bluebird.

Pairing: John Price x f!Reader

It started as something to pass the time. 

A stakeout wherein hours felt endless, like watching that drop of water dangling from a faucet unable to fall. You think if you kept your eyes turned away, it might surprise you — but lo and behold, it’s still fucking there. 

It makes you fidget. The waiting around for something, anything, to happen. It’s a weird kind of limbo to be stuck in. You’re on edge, as you often are, consciously aware and on the look for seemingly nothing. A harrowing trap in the betwixt and between tension and routine.

The consistent reverberation of the air conditioning that might as well have been a prop. The spice laden bouquet wafting upwards from the chaiwala on the pavement around the corner with his recurrent chorus of ‘Kichu chā chai?’ to everyone who passed by. 

“Just try it.” He insisted. 

You made a face at the terracotta cup he held between his thumb and forefinger — it probably held a little shy of three sips worth inside. 

“There’s a kettle in the corner if I want tea, John. You didn’t have to—”

“Try it.”

That was a week ago, and your kettle remained untouched.  

“Blue.” He began, his hand firmly planted on the back of yours— you were unknowingly peeling off the edges of your nicotine patch.

“Hmm?” You shook it off, smoothing over the frayed edges of the acetate film. 

Another day of nothing and no one. Not counting the ensemble of transient strangers at your feet, just going about their day. Too random to find a pattern in, not haphazard enough to find any interest in surveying. 

You watched the sun descend from its perpendicular position to half-mast, pulling with it a polychrome of burnt sienna and honeyed marmalade. The mismatched rooftops across your horizon interrupted its gleam in blocks of tan and taupe. 

You tried to count them all.

“Play a game with me.” He takes a drag of his cigar, a shameless grin etched across his face.

“Nasty little habit you started there, John.”

“Just as you quit yours, love.”

“Fuckin’ prick.” 

You resist the urge to inhale, let the murky smoke invade your lungs. The scent of it is a spiritous mix of all things provocative.

You glance down at your worn out patch and it mocks you back.

You might just—

“Go on, then.” 

“Timor-Leste” His voice crackles over comms, as you make your way through the streets of Leipzig. 

“Dili.” You pull your little notepad out from underneath the breast strap of your vest, and a pencil run down to its last couple inches, from the lip of John’s beanie which now rests on your head. “You’ve asked me that one before, John.” 

“Doesn’t count then. You better not add that one to the tally.”

“Already have.”

“Cheat.”

That summer evening in Calcutta inaugurated a tradition of you parading your geographical prowess. Whenever you grew listless, and the silence grew too comfortable, he would ask. Eventually you began to keep a running score, once yours and his intrinsic competitiveness seeped in. 

So far, you’ve only lost twice. 

You haven’t decided what prize the grand victor would earn. It could be anything — he said as much. 

“Can’t have it be a competition without something to compete for.”

“You’ll figure something out, I’m sure. Since I’ll win.”

“Bit naive to drop the chance to ask me for anything you want, love.”

You already know what you want, but—

“Remind me never to lose to you, John. Christ.” 

“Lesotho.” He starts again.

It takes you a minute before you answer, with some uncertainty. “Maseru?”

“That a question or the answer.”

“Am I right?”

He confirms eventually with a gruff affirmative. 

You peruse the pages of your now-filled notepad, the edges of it curving upwards — 154 tallies for you, and 42 for him. 

Amongst those are little messages swapped between you and him. A limerick, now and then, or maybe a reminder. A cartoonish sketch of him on the top right corner of a page which he’s since torn off. It now lives in the coin zipper of his wallet. 

As predicted, you won. 

And it was a victory rendered bittersweet by its arrival. You kept your ask simple. 

“Buy me a drink.” You said.

“I’ve bought you loads.” He countered with an expectant look. “We can do better than that.”

Yes, John. We can. 

“What would you have asked for? If you’d won.” 

“A kiss.”

“I’ll have the same, then.”

He obliged, of course. And it was everything you had imagined and then some. 

His breath still lingered with the taste of his last cigar. His lips, softer than they looked, pressed against yours in a way so chaste, you’d have thought it was his first. 

And when he finally pulled away—

“Let’s see how well you do with state capitals.”

Chaiwala - Tea Vendor

Kichu chā chai? - Do you want tea?

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[goosewriting]

Rise bros x reader 😤 it's a Yokai party hosted by Sunita where mysterious stranger reader is checking out the turtle, and the turtle is looking back, and theirs tension all night until reader approaches and is super flirty until they inevitably have to leave, and the reader and gives their number and the turtles just like wow that just happened, smitten with this stranger 🙃👍💗💗 love your writing

I couldn’t help but notice you’re staring

summary: the turtles keep catching a stranger stealing glances at them all night

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: nothing really? i’m not even sure this counts as fluff lol

word count: 3186

A/N: the drummer ask hit a special spot in my heart because i was a drummer back in high school and it was the best :’) when i read it i immediately thought of a hidden city party setting, so when i got the yokai party one i thought they’d go perfect together! so i decided to combine them. hope i could make them both justice :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After some exciting months at April’s school, Sunita decided to host a big farewell party, since her exchange programme came to an end.

It took place in the Hidden City, and there were humans and yokai guests alike.

The turtles were of course ecstatic that they could be at such a big party. Sunita had even invited a band to play some music later. And thanks to her dad, it was Hueso who was in charge of the catering, so the four brothers were very busy gulping down some of the best food they’d had in a while.

That was until one of them abruptly looked up and around, dismissing the food for a second. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

🔵 Leo

You were standing on the other side of the hall, the light from the disco ball on the ceiling painting colourful and spinny patterns on the floor. You leaned with your back on the wall, arms crossed, and your eyes watching that turtle with a blue bandana intently. Ever since his group entered the room, there was just something about him that made you focus all of your attention on him.

Leo sat at the table, scanning the crowd with a light squint, until his gaze fell on you. He gulped down the rest of his food at how intensely you were looking at him. The room wasn’t lit all too well but even so he could tell there was this air of confidence around you, he was slightly intimidated. Not to mention that you looked stunning.

Throughout the night, he felt like he was being watched, and every time he turned around, lo and behold, there you were. You could be chatting with your friends, laughing, and just as he turned around, you’d steal a glance at him and shoot him a smile.

When Leo went to the drinks table to get some juice, again he felt like he was being watched. As inconspicuous as he could, he turned around again, and a couple tables farther back, you were helping yourself to the donuts, and again you shot a glance his way.

It was driving him insane, to be honest. It was clearly an invitation to go talk to you, but for some reason, just the thought of approaching you made him super nervous.

Just as he finally gathered enough courage to make his way to you, he couldn't find you anywhere. He went to Mikey to ask him if he had seen you, but suddenly the lights were turned off.

One single spotlight showed someone on the stage, presenting the band. The crowd cheered, and Leo decided to enjoy the music, since he wouldn't be able to find you in the darkness either way.

The curtains opened to reveal a band of four, which apparently consisted of both yokai and humans, as far as he could tell. All members were wearing masks so he wasn’t entirely sure.

“One, two, three, four!” the drummer counted, hitting the drum sticks to mark the tempo, and the band started jamming. The crowd cheered and clapped; they were really good.

Leo was enjoying the music, when he noticed something strangely familiar about the drummer. The way they moved, it was so full of grace and passion; he couldn't help but be quite mesmerised at the sight.

After a couple of songs, the announcer said they’d be taking a break but coming back up later. Just as the curtains were closing, the drummer faced the crowd one last time, both drum sticks in one hand, and pointed at them. For everyone else it probably seemed like they were just pointing at the crowd in general, thanking them for being a good audience, but Leo knew they were pointing at him. And that’s when he recognised your jacket; you’re the one who had been looking at him all night, driving him crazy.

He went by the stage and waited for the band members to come out. You came out last, still with your mask on. Upon seeing him wait for you at the door, you took off the garment hiding your face.

“Hey Blue” you greeted the turtle in a sing-song voice. Leo was caught completely off-guard, you looked even better up close.

“So…” he started. “I’ve kinda been feeling eyes boring into the back of my head all night and was wondering what that was about.” He gave you his signature smirk, trying to seem unphased.

“Can you blame me? It’s not every day I come across a handsome turtle like yourself.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Had he finally met someone to keep up with his banter? Just as he was to retort, the other band members called for you.

“Look, I’d love to catch up, but I gotta go. Here” you took a pen and a piece of paper out of your pockets and scribbled something on it. “Why don’t we meet after the second part of the show? Would love to get to know you better.” You winked at him, pressing the paper into his hands.

Before Leo could even answer, you were gone. He blinked twice, trying to understand what just happened. Looking at the paper in his hand, he saw a phone number and your name with a little heart next to it.

Well, this night just got a lot more interesting, he smiled to himself, already typing the number into his phone.

🔴 Raph

Looking around the crowd, Raph scanned the room with his eyes, until his gaze connected with yours.

You were sitting a couple of tables farther back, laughing at something your friend said, but you were looking at him. Or maybe just in his general direction? Raph shook off the paranoid feeling from before, and resumed to enjoy his food.

A couple of minutes later though, he felt the same again. Looking up from his plate, he looked in your direction once more, and there you were, head propped on your elbow, looking at him. With your other hand, you gave him a little wave. Your friends stole some glances his way as well and giggled, and you joined them.

Were you messing with him? You were pretty cute though. What was even happening.

Raph was very confused, to say the least.

Throughout the night, whenever he felt like he was being watched, somewhere nearby you were stealing glances at him, shooting him smiles, waves, and- was that a wink? Raph’s brain short-circuited. Just as Mikey was shaking him by the shoulders, asking what was wrong, the lights shut off to show the announcer on the stage.

When the curtains lifted, he immediately recognised you sitting at the drums. Mainly because you shot him another of your smiles, which by now he realised he actively seeked out.

He had thought you were cute before, but seeing you now jamming out to the music, being so fierce and intense, for some reason it added even another layer of cuteness in his eyes.

As the band finished playing their last song, as the announcer said, the crowd started cheering, asking for one more jam. The band members looked at each other and agreed. The audience cheered and clapped.

Just as they were getting into position to start one last song, the drummer called the singer to them, and whispered something in their ear.

“This one goes out to Big Red!” the singer said into the mic, and then they started playing.

Mikey, who was standing next to Raph, elbowed his side, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“Stop it” Raph brushed his brother off, but blushed nonetheless. He hoped you weren’t able to see it from the stage (you did).

After the band was done playing, he tried to come up with a plan. He really wanted to talk to you, but how? When he asked Mikey, he got some advice from Dr. Feelings, which wasn’t all too practical to be honest. So he took a deep breath and decided to just go and talk to you normally.

He was nervous and a bit stiff, but he quickly found you in the crowd, talking to some fans, apparently. The other people scattered just as he stood in front of you, towering over you unintentionally. You didn’t seem the least bit scared though.

“Did you like that last song, Red?” you asked, looking up at him, batting your eyes.

“S-Sure did!” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “You were really good on the drums.”

“Most important member of the team! I carry the others on my back…” you proudly said, pointing at your shoulders with both thumbs. “…so they can shine.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling” Raph said softly, thinking about how he wanted to support his brothers for them to reach their full potential.

“So…” he started again, looking away. “You’ve been kinda looking at me all night. Was there something you wanted to say?”

You smiled mischievously at him, taking out a folded piece of paper out of your pocket.

“There’s a lot I want to say but this isn’t the place. Why don’t we catch up later, Red?” you placed the paper in his hand, your touch lingering just a second longer than necessary, and left to reunite with your band.

Raph opened the paper in his hand to reveal your number and name. He clenched his fist with the paper in a feeling of success.

Like a boss, he complimented himself.

🟠 Mikey

Scanning the crowd with a “hmm”, he rubbed his chin and let his eyes wander over the people. His gaze stopped when it connected to someone else’s eyes.

Noticing that he had seen you, you smiled at him and gave him a little wave.

Mikey’s heart did a somersault. The way you were looking at him like he was a snack… Oh mi gosh, he thought to himself, and brought his focus back to his brothers and the food.

“What’s wrong, Mikey?” Raph asked, concerned. “Your face is super red.”

“Nothing!!” Mikey retorted. “Everything’s cool.”

“Right…”

Just as he was forgetting about you, once again immersed in the debate with Donnie about the best Hidden City pizza toppings, Leo elbowed his side.

“Bro” Leo said, almost in disbelief. “I think that person over there is checking you out.”

Mikey’s eyes followed to where Leo was pointing, and indeed he was right. There you sat, just a couple tables over, giving him a once over with a smile. You were clearly not trying to hide it.

Mikey’s face went red once more, and he turned around to avoid your gaze.

“Aw, baby brother. They grow up so fast.” Raph cooed. “Why don’t you go talk to them?”

“Isn’t the band about to play?” the orange turtle diverted the topic. “Let’s get closer to the stage!”

His brothers shared an amused look but agreed, and made their way to join the audience, already eagerly waiting.

As the announcer was on stage, Mikey looked around trying to find you in the crowd, but to no avail: you were nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or a bit disappointed.

The curtains lifted and the band stood in position to play. All members were wearing masks, and Mikey couldn't recognise anyone.

Their music was really good, and Mikey jammed out, playing air guitar and everything. The band played a couple of covers of well known songs as well, and he sang along to the lyrics he knew. When they were done, he was pretty out of breath, and cheered along with the rest of the crowd.

Just as the band was leaving the stage to take a break, the drummer lifted up the mask slightly, and made eye contact with Mikey, who was standing pretty close to the stage by now. Recognising that it was you from before, Mikey gave a shy wave, and you winked at him, leaving him a blushing mess yet again.

Leo was poking fun at him, when he saw you approach them from behind Mikey, and with one last jab of his elbow he left, calling a “Good luck~” over his shoulders.

Mikey tilted his head in confusion, but turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He came face to face with you, and blushed for the upteenth time that night.

Cute, you thought.

“So, rocker boy, I take it you enjoyed the music?” you asked, imitating his air guitar from earlier.

“Yeah, I did! You guys were great” he replied earnestly.

“Have you ever played a real guitar?” you asked, looking him up and down once more.

“Not really, I don’t play any instrument actually” Mikey said, avoiding your gaze and scratching his cheek in thought. Then his eyes found yours again. “But if I had to choose I think I’d go with the drums. They’re the coolest, if you ask me.”

“Well, you know I’ll agree to that!” you laughed. “Good thing I used this then and not the guitar or bass” you said, giving him your drumsticks.

“Wha-“ Mikey started but you cut him off, placing your other hand on his chest. “Just consider them a souvenir.”

You took a couple steps back, holding one fist to the side of your face, thumb and pinky finger stretched out, and mouthed ‘Call me’. Then you turned on your heels and joined your band members.

Mikey was left quite flabbergasted. What just happened?, he kept repeating in his head. That was until he looked at the drumsticks in his hands and noticed that you had written your name on one and your number on the other.

Maybe he’d ask you for some drumming lessons, after all.

🟣 Donnie

Donnie finished chewing the last bit of food he had in his mouth, scanning the crowd with a grumble. He was about to use his goggles, when his gaze fell on yours.

You were not too far away, pouring yourself a drink, but didn’t break eye contact with him. You merely smiled at him, bringing the drink to your lips and taking a sip, then turned around and joined your group of friends.

Donnie brushed it off as probably being in your line of sight for someone behind him, and brought his attention back to the food and the shenanigans of his brothers.

The whole night he kept feeling like he was being watched though. Every time he turned around, you were somewhere nearby, stealing glances at him. It was getting on his nerves. If you wanted something, why not just talk to him?

It must be the bad boy persona, he reasoned with himself. They’re clearly intimated but can’t keep their eyes from me, understandable.

After coming to that conclusion, he found himself actively seeking you out, trying to get your eyes to meet his, and give you a smug grin. You responded with a little wave and a smile every time. Lingering looks and shy smiles went back and forth, except for this time, when he was once again trying to be nonchalant about it, but it was obvious he was looking for you. So when he once again smiled and gave a little wave of his own, you looked him up and done once, smiled, but then bit your bottom lip. That took him off-guard. Had you been flirting this whole time? He just wanted to follow your little game. Wait, what-

The lights were shut off, and the announcer stood on the stage, presenting the band for the night. All four of them had masks on, making them hard to recognise or even tell apart.

Donnie however didn’t get too much about the first songs since in his brain he was running every possible scenario and calculation on what had happened, how it happened, and what to do the next time he’d catch you looking at him. Had he even caught you? Or did you let yourself be caught? Or was it actually him getting caught for looking at you?

He only came back to reality with an elbow jab from Leo, giving him a smug look, as the singer had just announced that the drummer wanted the next song to go out to “Handsome Purple”.

The show was over all too soon, before Donnie could formulate a solid plan in his head, and the crowd started to scatter after cheering.

He went to look for April; she was his best shot at making some sense out of this whole situation.

Just as he was about to take a step in her direction, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Thinking it was Leo again to make fun of him, he turned around with an unamused look. When he saw you, he was just surprised.

“Ah, the drummer” he said, seeing as you were holding your drumsticks in your hand.

“Did you enjoy the show?” you asked amused, since he clearly hadn’t recognised you.

“Yes, it’s not what I usually listen to but it was a nice change of pace. Could use some synthetiser though…” He added that last part under his breath.

“Is that so, Purple?” you asked and took off your mask. Donnie gasped in surprise.

“You…!” Pointing at you with an accusing finger, he tried to come up with something to say. “All night, you’ve been terrorising me, and…” His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing else came out. You just laughed, not to make fun of him, but because you were amused by his reaction. Placing your hand on his, you pulled it down so he wasn’t pointing at you anymore. You didn’t remove your hand from his however.

“Me?” you asked, feigning innocence. “I’m pretty sure by the end it was you who was looking for me, hm?” You quirked one eyebrow up at him. “Guess you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

“Scoff!” Donnie said and placed his other hand on his hip. The one you were holding he didn’t move to pull away. “It was you who started. Clearly it was you who couldn’t keep your eyes off all of this.” He gestured at himself. “And apparently your hands neither.” He smirked.

“Ah, you got me” you smiled at him. “Let me make it up to you, here.” You took out your phone, opening your contact list and adding a new one. For the name you wrote ‘Handsome Purple’.

“Care to share your digits? You strike me as a numbers person.” you asked him. Donnie said that you were indeed right, with a triumphant smile, and gave you his number.

Saving the contact, you put your phone away and said your goodbyes, since you had to meet up with your band for the next part.

“Ah, wait!” Donnie called when you were a couple of steps away. “I’m Donatello by the way, most call me Donnie. I didn’t catch your name?”

“My name is Y/n” you retorted and once again gave him a once over with mischievous eyes. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

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Bleeding Heart [four]

one, two, three

❥❥❥

Lo-and-behold, Leia and Callum woke up again about a few hours later to get Callum on the bus.

Leia, to put it simply, felt like shit as she locked the door behind them, pocketing the key. Her hands and shoulders ached from the previous night's activity. 

When she finally heard the soft click she pocketed the key and turned, seeing Callum rubbing his eyes, yawning. She sighed and ruffled his hair making him smile sleepily up at her then shyly stretch his arms upward, making grabby hands at her.

Leia chuckled and picked him up, putting him on her hip and began walking them out of their building.

"We're gonna try our best today," she whispered the mantra she told him every morning as they walked to the bus stop. "We're gonna do amazing things."

Callum nodded, tucking his head under Leia's chin, gripping her puffy jacket in his small fist.

"We are kind, we are…smart," Callum continued, yawning before snuggling more into Leia's warmth as the cold morning breeze rolled over the pair.

"Good job, baby." Leia cooed, pulling his hat further over his head.

When they made it to the bus stop, Leia wished she didn't have to let him go, but he wiggled from her arms and waved goodbye as he climbed up the steps behind the other kids. She waited until the bus pulled away from the stop and disappeared in the morning rush.

She sighed heavily and looked up at the cloudy Gotham sky, wondering if it would start raining once again. She hoped not. When she snapped out of it, she spun on her heel to head back home and get some extra sleep but was met by someone slamming into her followed by the sting of something cold seeping through her shirt.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" The person said, backing away with a nervous chuckle.

Leia didn't look up, looking down at the iced coffee stain that now decorated the top of her shirt. Thankfully, it was older and had suffered its many years of use with its faded black letters that spelled out her high school.

"It's okay.” It really wasn't but she didn't have the energy to argue, so instead, she brushed the person off with a wave of her hand, finally looking up to smile assuringly at them. It wouldn't be worth it to make a big deal out of this. "Accidents happen, I've suffered worse than a coffee spill." 

The man was a little taller than her, only by an inch or two. He had short black hair that framed a his slightly tanned face and dark blue eyes. Strong build with broad shoulders, not near as muscular as Jason, but definitely fit. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while the other held the now empty culprit of her stained shirt.

"Here.” He took off his scarf that matched his eyes. "To cover the stain."

"Oh, no, I'm al—"

"I insist." He ignored her and wrapped the scarf around her loosely, still warm from where it'd hung around his neck. 

Leia hesitated, fighting a flinch when he adjusted it around her neck to cover the stain. Once he was done, he smiled, proud of his work.

"Thanks..." She trailed off, unsure about where to go from here. 

"Richard.” He held out his hand, a charming smile on his lips. "Sorry I should've started with that, huh?"

"Nice to meet you." She couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking his outstretched hand. "Sorry for bumping into you. I should've been paying attention."

"No, it's my fault." Richard shook his head before pursing his lips and clearing his throat. "Can I get you a coffee? There's a shop around the corner I've heard is pretty good."

Though she knew which one he was talking about, Leia hesitated again. He seemed nice enough, charming even. Probably nicer than most of the stand-offish people in Gotham.

"Please? I feel really bad." Richard chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

There's really no harm in free coffee, is there?

"Y'know what? Sure, who am I to deny a free cup of coffee?"

A wide, pleased smile spread across his face.

"Great! Thank you."

"I should be thanking you."

He shook his head, still smiling and placed a hand just below her shoulder blades, leading her through the morning rush crowd.

"I don't think I caught your name." He tilted his head down toward her ear to be heard over the chatter of the people around them.

"Leia," she replied as they turned the corner.

She wanted to tell him to take his hand off her as it made her skin crawl for some reason. To her luck, he dropped his hand to his side as soon as they rounded the corner, turning down a smaller, less busy street.

"Pretty name."

Leia hummed, raising an unimpressed brow at him, a teasing smirk adorning her lips. "Do you say that to every girl you meet?"

"Nah, just the ones I spill coffee on."

"So this is a common occurrence then?" She teased, holding the door open for him to follow her as they entered the warm coffee shop.

"What can I say? I'm a clutz." He shrugged.

Leia laughed, tucking some hair behind her ear that had fallen from where she’d pulled it away from her face. He joined, shaking his head as they walked to the cashier. They both gave their order and he paid, innocently asking what she did for a living.

"Oh, I'm a nurse," she shrugged, making sure to leave out where she worked specifically. One could never be too careful even if a cute guy was buying her coffee.

As they continued chatting while they waited for their coffee, Leia realized where she recognized him from. He was Richard — rather Dick — Grayson, the son of Bruce Wayne aka the guy plastered on the evening news every other week for the newest charity announcement. She quickly decided to leave it be and not make a big deal out of it. The guy was nice enough to give her his scarf then buy her a drink because he felt bad about spilling his on her, so the least she could do was not freak the fuck out about who his dad was.

"That's cool! Got any fun stories?"

"Plenty. What do you do if you don't mind me asking?" She didn't know a lot about Bruce Wayne and his family, just that he had a shit ton of kids and was a playboy from what she'd heard her coworkers gossiping about. 

"I'm a detective in Blüdhaven."

"Blüudhaven, huh? What are you doing here in Gotham?"

"Just visiting some family." He hummed, gazing around the crowded street.

"That's sweet," she cooed, missing the way he rolled his eyes.

"Leia!" A barista shouted.

Leia perked up and walked over before Dick could, thanking the barista, and walked back, handing the Dick his own drink. She caught sight of two women waiting for their own drinks whispering and pointing between herself and Dick causing her stomach to drop. God forbid someone thought this was a date. Now that she thought about it, most of the cafe was either trying to not look over or were blatantly staring.

"Thanks again for paying, you didn't have to." Leia smiled, putting a little more space between them and trying to ignore the stares boring into her skull.

"It's no problem, really.” He glanced over her shoulder at what she assumed was the two whispering women. "You wanna get out of here?"

"What a wonderful idea."

❥

This wasn't Dick's plan, but it was working even better than he'd hoped. He wasn't supposed to spill his coffee on her, that was an accident. Originally, he was just going to bump her shoulder, compliment her, start a conversation, the whole charming guy shebang. He was curious about why Jason trusted her so much. But it went completely off course when she'd turned on her heel and knocked into him, successfully spilling his coffee all over her shirt.

He'd noted her caution and how she monitored her responses as she kept to the point and without little detail. It was the bare minimum, smart, but it didn’t matter much seeing as he nabbed a copy of Tim's deep dive into her person. When Dick asked Tim for it, Tim had rolled his eyes and said she was clean (the whole family was painfully aware of Tim's habit of deep dives on people, so it wasn't a surprise that he'd already vetted her). It took a little convincing, but Dick managed to get a copy.

Tim was right, she was clean. Graduated high school with top marks, went to good college and graduated with her BSN and immediately went into the workforce. She’d been caring for Callum, her son, who just started 1st grade at Widow Creek Elementary, since she was twenty years old. According to the police reports Tim dug up, Callum had been left on their doorstep when he was barely a few months old. There was no record of his parents and after some fighting in court, she got custody. Sadly, that only lasted until about a year ago where Matilda Kernell, one of Leia's closest friends, died in a horrific car crash in January that year according to their local newspaper.

Dick watched her out of the corner of his eye as she fidgeted under the looks of those in the cafe. He really hated the attention he and his family received.

"Thanks again for paying, you didn't have to." Leia smiled. He noticed her shift away from him and he had to fight a frown.

"It's no problem, really.” He glanced over her shoulder spotting two whispering women that were not so subtly pulling out their phones. "You wanna get out of here?"

"What a wonderful idea." The relief in her voice made him feel a little bad seeing as the attention was based on him.

He positioned himself behind her, blocking any view a camera would’ve gotten of her. She opened the door for him again, a blast of chilly October air slamming into them.

As they started walking back toward where they bumped into each other, they continued their small talk. He offhandedly mentioned that he spoke fluent Italian just to spark conversation and he swore she almost got whiplash from swinging her head so fast. With a huge smile, she confessed that she was fluent too, having learned it for a friend. She also admitted she wanted to go to Italy one day. Dick jumped at the opportunity and told her he’d been. Somehow, her smile widened, tension leaving her as he told her what he’d seen and done.

“That sounds amazing,” she admitted, glancing up at the sky as the sun broke through the clouds.

“It really was.”

They came to a stop and Dick found himself scrambling for an excuse to talk longer. 

“Sorry again about your shirt.” Dick started, keeping an eye out for cameras. “Want me to walk you back to wherever you're off to?”

Leia paused, glancing toward the street they’d come from. She bit her lip before looking back at him with a gentle smile, walls back up.

“It’s daylight, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the coffee.” She held the cup up in a salute, taking a sip of it. “Oh! Here.” She pulled the scarf off her neck then handed it back to him before he could protest.

“It was nice meeting you, Richard. Try not to spill your coffee on anyone else, yeah?” She laughed, the sound a melody he’d never heard before. 

And just like that, she disappeared into the crowd.

Dick watched her go, standing in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, clutching the still warm scarf. It was as if her leftover heat crawled up his arm to his face, turning his cheeks and ears pink. He was brought away from his thoughts when someone bumped his shoulder. They didn’t bother apologizing, just continuing forward.

Dick scoffed under his breath, ignoring the heat and pulled his scarf back around his neck. The smell caught him off guard: baked goods and eucalyptus. He took a deep inhale of it without really thinking.

It made him feel…light.

He looked back in the direction Leia had gone and smiled to himself, toying with the ends of the scarf. He hasn't clicked with someone so quickly and genuinely in a long time. Sure, there had been Barbra, Kori, and more than a few others in between, but this was different.

If she picked up on who he was, he couldn’t tell. She treated him like he was just…normal. It was so rare for someone to treat him like that: to not look to him for answers, as the standard for a hero, or as a billionaire’s son but instead act as though he was just a person going about their day.

Dick couldn’t blame Jason for liking Leia in the slightest and he found himself hoping to see her again.

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hi! i hole you’re doing good! when you get the chance can you do high school aged baseball player bill de brought x fem reader who plays softball headcannons? thank you!

Notes: Girlie im so sorry this has been in my inbox for like a year,,, but better late than never right???? also im not american so i have no clue what a softball is so this is based off of ten minutes on wikipedia

BaseballPlayer!Bill Denbrough with a SoftballPlayer!S/O

alrighty,,, so first off your school only has one pitch - so Bill first sees you while getting ready for practice and your team is finishing up training

Honestly he spots you straight away - not necessarily because you're any better than the rest of the girls, but because of how you cheer your teammates on any time they make a good hit

He finds it so endearing, seeing someone so openly kind and genuinely excited for their friends

Not to mention he thinks you're probably the prettiest girl hes ever seen but whatever

But he's s u p e r awkward so wouldn't actually work up the courage to talk to you for a couple of months

BUT THEN

it's late afternoon in May; he's waiting with his team for practice and your team is finishing up again

you manage to hit the ball into the chainlink fence and it jams into one of the gaps

now,,, your team has a strict "whoever touched the ball last has to go find it" policy (which has left you digging through bushes of brambles on many occasions) so there you were, half on tip-toe and half straight up CLIMBING the fence to try and reach the stupid ball

you could hear your friends laughing across the pitch and (although you loved them to pieces) you definitely shot them a few death glares

One time you turn and stick your toungue out at them, playfully shouting for them to fuck off

and when you turn back, you nearly jump out of your skin

lo and behold on the other side of the fence is the CUTEST boy you've ever seen, reaching up and pushing the ball back through

and when he looks at you with those blue eyes

asafsghadssdhj

let's just say you don't catch the ball when he knocks it out

you stare at him and you can feel blood rushing to your face

internally you're screaming at yourself to stop gawking at him like a weirdo and SAY SOMETHING

if the fence wasn't between the two of you, the space between you would have been too small to be socially acceptable

honestly you're both so awkward you probably would have just stood there forever, but sooner or later his team would notice him with a girl

"Shit, Bill's got game!"

the entire group of boys suddenly broke out into laughs, jeers and whistles

needless to say Bill was mortified

mind you,,, your friends were no better

every time you saw him after that, they would all start giggling and nudging you like maniacs

don't get me wrong, you love your friends to pieces,,,, but you could have killed them all

you occasionally bumped into Bill a few times after that: around school, sometimes in town - but your first proper conversation was while sitting on the grass outside school

Your team was practicing, but you were in trouble with the coach for flunking a maths exam - so she was making you sit out to study for this session

you stared at you maths textbook - lets be real, not really thinking about anything - when he came over

"M-maths, huh?" he asked, craning his neck to read your notebook

"Yeah," you smiled. "Gotta say though, it's just not adding up."

why in the world did you say that

seriously

worst joke ever (not me slandering a joke i literally just wrote down smh)

But it was the first time you had managed to make him properly laugh

he grinned and your soul more-or-less left your body

you chatted for a while after that, him helping with a few questions

but mostly just messing around and laughing

it was only when your coach shouted to you that practice had ended twenty-five minutes ago that you suddenly snapped back to reality

"Oh shit," you gasped, stumbling to your feet; shoving the book into your bag. "I gotta get home"

He stood with you, helping to pick up your pens and papers

"Sorry!" he smiled sheepishly (oh god that smile) "I didn't mean to make you late."

"It's not your fault." you grinned

Suddenly you realised, didn't he have practice now? the baseball team always came on after softball ended

you asked him where his team were and his face suddenly reddened and he admitted that there was no baseball practice that day

"Oh I get it," you teased. "You came all the way out here just for me?"

he didn't reply, instead laughing and looking away

oh.

OH.

"wait, seriously?"

he swallowed and grinnef again. "m-maybe."

"Well," You paused. "We should do this again some time."

And that is how you got your first date with Bill denbrough

((You went cycling))

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What about the valorant ladies of your choice with a reader who is bad at communicating their very gay feelings so reader just keeps leaving little gifts around for them whenever they can

omg i loved this prompt so much!!!

GIVING THE AGENTS GIFTS | FADE, KILLJOY, REYNA, SAGE, SKYE, VIPER

words: 2000 warnings: fluff!!!

FADE

You know how much Fade misses her homeland, just from the few scant conversations you’ve had with her since she arrived on base. The conversations are always short— you find yourself in the predicament of being extremely gay and also attracted to Fade, which never ends well. 

So, you resign yourself to leaving gifts. 

The first one is a bracelet, made from silver and dark metal with an evil eye in the center. Small, but enough for Fade’s curiosity to be piqued and for her to start seeking out who left it for her. 

The second gift is a candle holder made by a Turkish craftsman out of black and blue shards of glass, a special request you made. When Fade was away on a mission, you put it in her room with a fresh candle inside of it, and when she got home, she saw the candle lit and the glass refracting off the walls in shades of blue and black. 

Okay, she needed to figure out who was behind these gifts. 

You got caught on the third go— in an attempt to smuggle some Turkish Delights into her room, you got pounced on. Literally. 

“Hah, gotcha!” 

You were pressed against the wall, a box of goodies in your hand and your face burning from embarrassment at being caught so easily. She was on the training docket, why is she in here?

“So you’re the one who’s been leaving the gifts for me?” Fade squeezed your face in her hands. “Now I can properly say thank you.” 

You couldn’t even get a word out before Fade kissed you. Short and sweet, but enough to make you drop the box of sweets onto the ground out of shock. 

Needless to say, Fade teases you relentlessly about it for weeks after. 

KILLJOY

For all the alarm systems and cameras she had, Killjoy could not figure out who was leaving her gifts. They’d show up in her room and her lab. Nobody can get past Killjoy’s security systems. 

No one except you, that is. You know Killjoy like the back of your hand, and so you know how to sneak past her little bots in order to leave behind gifts. 

They were funny gifts at first— tiny hats for her bots, a custom made beer stein (that KJ uses exclusively for her gamer drinks), and other small things that became a part of Killjoy’s lab decor. 

But as time went on, the gifts became more thoughtful. A set of high quality tools for soldering. A brand new beanie to replace the one Killjoy accidentally burned a hole through with a blow torch. Blue light glasses with her exact prescription so she wouldn’t burn her retinas off staying up late. 

By that point, Killjoy had enough of it and decided to camp out in her lab one evening to find her mysterious gift-giver. 

Lo and behold, she couldn’t contain her shock when she saw you creeping into her lab, dismantling her security alarms with a passcode she didn’t even know that you knew. 

Before you could place whatever gift you’d gotten her this time, Killjoy turned on all the lights and grinned at you from where she’d been hiding in the corner. You’d been caught, and you knew there was no way to explain yourself out of this one. 

“It was you!” Killjoy shook her head. “Of course it was, how did I not figure this out sooner!” 

She jumped off her perch and walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you in the tightest hug you’d gotten in years. You sputtered out some weak response of being too nervous to give them to her directly, and Killjoy just grinned before kissing you. 

REYNA

Reyna is hard to give gifts to. If they’re not exactly right, chances are she’ll throw it away without thinking twice about it. 

Which is why you have to be very careful in what you choose to give to the Empress. It’s akin to offering a god something and hoping your head doesn’t get chopped off. 

Your first gift is something decorative that you hope reminds her of home— Talavera pottery in sweeping shades of black and pinks, placed on her desk. The following day, you overheard Reyna asking Cypher who gave it to her. To your relief, Cypher said nothing about it and pretended he didn’t know (a lie that everyone saw through clear as day). 

Your second gift was a hand stitched blanket you requisitioned from an artisan (and paid top dollar for). You left it on Reyna’s bed when she was out of her room one night with a sticky note that said for when nights get cold.

Reyna sought out anyone who might have any information; Omen, Brimstone, she even asked Chamber if he knew, and Reyna hates Chamber’s guts. Alas, no one had any clue. 

And so more gifts arrived in her room. Authentic chocolate from Mexico that was gone in a single night after. Coffee beans that Reyna swore nobody knew were her favorite. When Day of the Dead rolled around, there were small figurines around her room for the occasion. 

Reyna had exhausted every link she could think of, except for one person. You. 

And that’s how you ended up cornered in her room one night, fear buzzing in your veins like excitement when Reyna gestured to all of the decorations you had bought for her. 

“You’re responsible for all of this?” Reyna asked. You nodded, unable to say even a word. Reyna tilted her head to the side. “Nervous?” You nodded again. Reyna grinned, and this was the grin of a predator. “Good. I’m going to devour you, cariño.” 

She did. She very much did. You left her room hours later with marks on your neck and an iron-hot claim on your skin left by the Empress. 

SAGE

You love giving gifts to Sage, even if you get too nervous to speak around her. 

They’re little things to remind her of home, usually. Jade dragons, lucky cats with waving hands. They end up scattered around Sage’s room and the infirmary, blessings of good luck that Sage takes to heart, even if she doesn’t know that it’s you giving them to her. 

Her curiosity eventually gets the better of her when the gifts start becoming more thoughtful; she walks into her room one night to find a package of her favorite brand of tea leaves, notoriously difficult to find. Another night, there’s a custom made fan detailing an old Chinese folktale Sage told around the campfire on the beach once. 

She starts seeking out who might be giving these gifts to her, and her search brings her to asking Omen. The ghost doesn’t say much, but simply turns his head in the direction of the kitchen, where you’re standing and cooking with Raze. 

You, of course, it would be you. 

Sage pulled you aside into the infirmary, a smile on her face as she asked, “All these gifts. You wouldn’t happen to know who left them, would you?”

Knowing you’d been caught, you pulled a small bag from your jacket and showed your latest item— a necklace made of leather string leading to a jade pendant of a Chinese dragon. You held it up in front of her, face flushed from blushing. Sage merely took the necklace and to your surprise, looped it around your neck before using the thick cord to pull you in for a kiss. 

You’ll be the first to admit that you squeaked, embarrassingly enough. Sage laughed, and the sound was enough to wipe away your anxious thoughts and for you to kiss her again, hand cupping her face and a smile on your cheeks. 

SKYE

You knew Skye well enough to predict her schedule. When she left in the mornings to work out in the gym, you left behind custom carved sculptures of animals in her room. You didn’t make them— your handiwork is shit— but they were made with her in mind. 

Skye loved them. The first one she got, she carried everywhere with her and showed it to people. When she showed it to you, you had to use your best poker face and pretend like it wasn’t you who gave it to her. 

More sculptures followed, and so did talismans and other things. You even got her a carving knife after overhearing her wishing she had a better knife to cut wood with. 

That gift left her extremely giddy. Skye practically glued herself to that knife, either having it twirling around in her hand or in the holster attached to her belt. It became her pride and joy, and you’ll admit, you might’ve gotten caught gazing at her a little too adoringly a few times. 

It led to Skye meeting you on the beach late one night, the stars and moon overhead. You asked her what the meeting was about, and all she did was turn to you, a small wooden sculpture in her hand with a pile of wood shavings by her feet. 

“This is for you, love. Figured I should pay ya back after all the stuff you got me,” Skye said, causing your face to go red at the sound of her voice and the goddamn nickname. The wooden carving was rather simple— a mockup of your favorite animal, but it touched your heart that Skye knew what your favorite was. 

You hardly had time to say thank you before Skye was pulling you onto her lap, pressing a big ol’ kiss to your cheek and nuzzling your neck. You were a giggling, lovesick mess, and it became so clear that Skye felt the same. 

VIPER

Viper didn’t care for trinkets or things that served no purpose. That much is glaringly obvious. 

You had to take care of what you bought for her. Minimal gifts that could be used, like a pack of her favorite pens for whenever she lost the others. These things Viper could use and you could stay under the radar. 

But eventually, you got a little more bold. You asked Cypher what her favorite drink was (wine or bourbon, depending on the mood) and you didn’t hesitate to purchase her favorite bottle of red wine. 

Knowing how she worked herself to the bone on weekends, you left the wine bottle in a chilled bucket with a sticky note that said please go home and rest, your work can wait. 

The following day, when you snuck into her lab again, you noticed the wine bottle was uncorked, still in the cooler, and another sticky note had been placed on top. It read: Only if you join me for a glass. 

You had to work up the courage to respond, but eventually, you left another note agreeing to it. It was set— you’d meet her on the roof of the administration building the following night, and you were to bring another bottle of the wine. 

You put on some nice clothes and walked up there, a fresh bottle just pulled from the fridge to give it optimal time to warm up to the perfect temperature. Holding it in your hands, you ascended the stairs to the roof and walked out, your nerves stuck in a tight ball in your chest. 

Viper, of course, was already there, sitting in one of two seats with a table between, two glasses and a decanter at the ready. 

Her eyes slid over to yours, and you saw the smirk. “I should’ve guessed it would’ve been you.” 

“That obvious?” You replied, and Viper shook her head. 

“No, but only you would be bold enough to tell me to leave my own lab,” Viper replied. “Pour us some wine, would you?” 

It was the start of a wonderful night of conversation, and by the end of it, you’d worked past your nerves and held her hand across the table. It was the best thing you did— Viper kissed your knuckles and promised she would pay for the wine next time. 

~~~~~ A/N: cypher being the best wingman by saying absolutely nothing <3

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