#only she could outdone her own entrance

[tiannasfanfic]

Happy Birthday

Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)

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Summary: This year, Eddie Munson may have finally outdid you when it comes to birthday gifts.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Author Note: Afab Reader, they/them pronouns (if any). Rockstar!Eddie x Hotwife!Reader. Rock Star AU. Reader is bi or pan (not specified in story). My Pansexual!Reader concept has grown into a Hotwife!Reader. This is pure, unadulterated, shameless smut. Absolute filth ahead. *sorrynotsorry*

CW: Foursome (three f, one m); oral (f receiving); fingering; masturbation (m); face sitting; squirting; voyeurism; sex (p in v); praise; nipple play.

Word Count: 2,094

Ever since the two of you had known each other, you and Eddie always tried to one up each other when it came to birthday gifts.

This only escalated once Corroded Coffin took off and the two of you had the money to get really ridiculous with it, going to outrageous, but thoughtful, lengths to top the other’s gift from their previous birthday.

While you always looked forward to seeing what Eddie was going to do on your birthday, he had really outdone himself this year. The night wasn’t even over yet and you had no idea how you were going to top this one.

“O-Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuuuuck!”

You were nearly screaming, your entire body trembling as your second orgasm rushed through your body, prompted by the rapid flicking of a pierced tongue directly over your clit.

“Look at her legs shake, Eddie!” came a giggly voice from slightly above you. “That was a good one!”

There was a soft “mm” sound from between your legs as you felt the tongue slide down from your clit to start softly licking at your entrance.

A rush of air escaped your throat in a gasp. Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you opened your eyes to watch what was happening.

You found yourself looking into the big green eyes of the woman devouring you, her gaze locked onto your face, watching your expressions with rapt interest.

She stopped probing you with her tongue for a moment to grin up at you.

“Feel good, ?” she asked, before placing a soft kiss right above your clit.

“F-fuck yes,” you said, nodding rapidly.

“Mmm, I’m glad,” she said, then began dipping her tongue in and out of your dripping pussy.

“Gonna be down there awhile, you think?” said the giggling voice next to you.

This voice brought your attention back to the third woman here with you on the bed, a curvy, brown eyed blonde. You would have been hard pressed to say who was hotter, her or the redhead between your legs.

“Oh yeah,” said the redhead, whose name was Vicky, then she propped herself up on one elbow to lean up towards Betty, the blonde, and puckered her lips towards her. “Here. Have a taste.”

Betty leaned over from where she was kneeling next to you to kiss her friend intensely.

“Mmm,” said Betty, licking her lips as she pulled away from the kiss before grinning down to you. “You do taste amazing. Can’t wait to get my own tongue in there.”

“I told you both that you were in for a treat,” came Eddie’s voice from across the room.

Your gaze swiveled at the sound of his voice, locking onto him where he was sitting in an armchair next to the bed.

Just the sight of him made you groan softly.

Eddie was stripped to the waist and at some point had changed from his jeans to a pair of loose gray sweats. Between that and his reclined pose, you could see how hard he was from watching you three on the bed.

You started to stretch your free hand out to him, your other one holding onto the back of Vicky's head. A gasp left your lips soon as Betty’s mouth came back down around one of your nipples.

“C’mere, baby,” you whined to Eddie. “Lemme suck your cock.”

While Eddie palmed himself through his sweats and groaned at your words, he shook his head at you.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, his voice that low tone it always was when he was severely turned on. “Vicky and Betty here were eye fucking you at the after party, not me.”

A loud moan left your lips then as Vicky stopped licking your entrance in favor of going back to your clit. But she didn’t leave your dripping hole unattended for too long before she sank a finger into you.

“Then Eddie approached us and said it’s your birthday,” giggled Betty against your chest before she kissed and licked her way up to your mouth. “That was an offer we definitely couldn’t refuse.”

Vicky hummed against your clit in agreement as she began sliding her finger in and out of you. Soon she added a second, causing your eyes to close again as you moaned loudly.

“Now, enjoy yourself, sweetheart,” you heard Eddie say. “These fine ladies are going to take good care of you.”

Betty’s lips captured yours then in a deep kiss right as Vicky curved her fingers inside you. You opened your mouth against hers in a moan, which Betty took full advantage of. Her tongue slipped into your mouth as she used two fingers on each hand to tease and flick both of your nipples.

As Betty went to work on your mouth and tits, Vicky’s movements became slower. It was almost lazy the way she ran the tip of her tongue around your clit. After a couple of passes, she placed a soft kiss directly on it, then lifted her head to look at Betty.

“Maybe Y/N just needs something to keep their mouth busy,” she said, then lightly licked a stripe up your slit, making you gasp.

Vicky pulled back just a bit to look in your eyes.

“Is it that, pretty girl?” she asked. “You just want anything to lick and suck, don’t you?”

Words were a bit beyond you at this point, you just nodded your head rapidly, looking up at Betty with wide eyes.

She grinned down at you, then leaned back on her knees.

“What would you like, these?” she asked, bringing her hands up to squeeze her own bare tits. “Or…”

She trailed one hand down her body, your eyes following it the whole way, to start lightly rubbing her pussy through the lace g string she still wore.

“This?”

Your eyes followed Betty’s movements with rapt attention as her fingers worked over the flimsy black lace. It was a very loose weave of lace, letting you see her slit through it. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, then your gaze traveled up her body back to her eyes.

“P-please sit on my face,” you whimpered softly, then moaned as Vicky pumped her fingers into you harder before slowing back down.

Betty grinned down at you.

“Now how could I say no to that?”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you lay back on the bed, watching her shed the g string.

As she was shifting around to the bed to get into position, you took one last look over at Eddie. Now he had his cock free of his sweats and one hand wrapped around it. He was stroking himself slowly, lazily, not a pace that would make him cum anytime soon.

His eyes locked onto yours and he grinned playfully.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” he said. “I love you.”

There wasn’t any time for you to reply. Betty moved just then so one knee was on either side of your head. Now all you could see was her pillowy thighs and her beautiful pussy just a few inches above her face.

Just the sight alone made you moan.

“Ready?” Betty giggled down at you as she took ahold of the headboard for balance.

“Mmhmm,” you said, nodding eagerly as your hands came up to rub the backs of her thighs. “Wanna taste you, beautiful.”

Without another word, she lowered herself down on your eager mouth, where you wasted no time before running your tongue through her wet folds. As Vicky continued to slowly fuck you with her fingers, you slid your tongue as far into Betty’s pussy as it could go, wiggling it and earning a gasp from above you.

You opened your eyes and looked up at her, meeting her gaze as she leaned over against the headboard to watch you eat her pussy. Winking at her, you trailed your tongue back up to her clit at the same time you wrapped your arms around her thighs. You then pulled her down even further into your mouth and you eagerly latched onto her, sucking on her sensitive bud with enthusiasm.

It didn’t take long before the bedroom was filled with Betty’s moans and gasp.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, breaking eye contact finally to throw her head back, arching back forward.

“Did I forget to mention how absolutely sinful Y/N is with their mouth?” you could hear Eddie say under Betty’s moans.

To empathize his words, you let go of her clit with your lips to start working it over with your tongue instead.

“God, fuck!” Betty cried, holding onto the headboard and starting to grind her pussy down against your mouth.

At that time, Vicky started fingering you harder, making you gasp and moan around Betty’s clit, which made her moan even more.

“Make her cum, sweetheart,” you heard Eddie say to you. “Show Betty here what that mouth can do.”

Not in a teasing mood, you did what you were told, your tongue working her clit with rapid fire speed, circling and flicking over it with skilled precision. It didn’t take long before her thighs were trembling on either side of your head as her hips rocked forward. You softly nipped at the hood of her clit, making her gasp loudly, before going back to work with her tongue.

It didn’t take much longer before Betty was coming undone. Your face became even more messy with her wetness as she humped your mouth through her orgasm. Then you eagerly switched from her clit to her dripping pussy, your hands gripping her thighs just under her ass to spread her open wider. She moaned and whimpered as your tongue swirled around her entrance before diving back in.

“F-fuck, pretty girl, your tongue is magic,” she moaned loudly.

At that moment, Vicky wrapped her lips around your clit and started sucking on it hard as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

You moaned loudly into Betty’s folds as you felt the coil in you start to build for the third time tonight, but now you wanted Betty to cum with you this time. You slid one hand fully between her legs to push your fingers into her, your tongue lapping up her wetness as it dripped out of her before going back to flick over her clit. Keeping the same pace with Vicky, soon you and Betty both were moaning loudly in unison.

The vibrations of your mouth around her clit had Betty cumming again. As her cum and wetness ran down from your fingers, you kept the same pace to fuck her through her orgasm. When the coil finally snapped and you let out a carnal moan against Betty’s clit, her body started trembling.

“G-gonna c-c-“ Betty panted, trying to grind herself on both your mouth and fingers at the same time, before she suddenly cried out and clenched tight around you in a surprise orgasm.

And what a surprise it was.

A stream of liquid suddenly drenched your chin and neck as Betty squirted on your face. You eagerly lapped your tongue through her dripping slit, moaning softly at her taste.

Your body was trembling now, the motions of your tongue growing erratic as Vicky continued to work her fingers in and out of you the way you were still finger fucking Betty. It was only seconds before you were crying out as your own pussy gushed around Vicky’s fingers.

“Holy shit,” you heard Eddie say from his chair, sounding awestruck.

Soon, you, Betty and Vicky were laying in each other’s arms, two of you trembling and giggling in your post orgasm bliss, the third holding and stroking you both soothingly.

After a while, you felt two strong hands grasp your ankles, and soon your body was pulled down to the edge on the bed, where you found yourself looking up into Eddie’s grinning face.

“Don’t tell me you’re all tapped out now,” he said playfully, capturing one of your legs to place it over his shoulder. “I haven’t had a turn with you yet.”

Without giving you time to reply, Eddie lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and slid his hard length into you in one smooth motion.

As your eyes rolled up into the back of your head, you had just a moment to wonder how on earth you were going to top this birthday before he started pounding himself into you and you lost all capacity for rational thought.

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[the-whumpening]

The Pet Tiger, #6 [nsfwhump AU]

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CW: Dehumanization, treated as a pet, threats of/references to violence and/or noncon, forced nudity, humiliation, pet whump, pet training, mention of starvation, medical exam, restraints, emotional abuse, more of Ozmund's bullshit and mind games

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6: Healthy

It takes a few days for Ash to return to full strength, and Ozmund is keen to remind him of this fact at every opportunity.

“If only you had just done as you were told,” he laments at dinner, feeding Ash scraps off his plate. “You could have a nice, hot plate all to yourself.”

“Poor, useless thing. Can’t even stand on your own,” he sighs as Ash stumbles behind him yet again, still unsteady on his sore legs.

“Don’t expect this level of patience for every infraction, pet.” he warns before locking Ash’s cage. His sneering smile glints in the candlelight. “It’s just no fun to break you if you can’t at least try to fight back. And the anticipation . . . ” He hooks Ash’s collar through the bars, pulling him till their lips nearly meet. “Ah! That’s the best part of all.”

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Though his belly still aches from hunger pangs, Ash can tell his body has recovered. And while he’s grateful the muscle pains and dizziness have abated, he knows what his good health means for him: now, there’s no escaping Ozmund’s sadistic games.

Ozmund, too, must be able to see the difference—at Ash’s next bath, he’s subjected once again to the humiliating cleansing Ozmund requires of him. Faye decorates his skin just as beautifully as before, this time smearing a layer of tinted balm over his lips as well. She artfully arranges his hair so the black waves frame his face and delicately brush his cheekbones.

He hates it. Not his appearance—in fact, he appreciates the way the eyeliner sharpens his round, green eyes; the contrast of the gold shadow on his tan skin; the gentle fall of his hair in a style he’d never considered. No, he hates that Ozmund is the one to see it. He hates that Ozmund is the one who will enjoy it. Ozmund is the one who will streak mascara down his cheeks. Ozmund is the one who will taste the balm on his lips. He wants to be this beautiful, so much like a real human being, and he wants it to be for himself. He wants it to be for someone he loves . . . for Evius.

The clattering of the chain leash against his collar startles him back to reality. Evius isn’t here. And if he ever wants to see him again, he has to survive this. When all this is over, when he’s back home, he’ll paint his eyes even more beautifully, he’ll make himself more alluring than Ozmund will ever see, he’ll—

“Are you finished yet, Faye? We’ve got work to do.”

Faye spins around to meet Ozmund’s entrance. “Nearly done, sir! Shall we meet you in the lab?”

He waves her off. “No need. I’ve got a few minutes to spare. I’ll wait here until you’re finished.” At that, he leans against the door frame as Faye continues her work, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on Ash. “You look well, little cat. I daresay Fay has outdone herself.”

“Thank you, sir!” From the mirror, Ash can see Faye’s cheeks offer a soft flush at the praise before she turns him around to show off her work. “I’d hoped I could make him presentable for you. And look—he almost looks like a human, don’t you think?” She pinches his ear and wiggles it playfully.

Ozmund steps closer, lifting Ash’s chin for a better view. “Quite.” His sharp teeth emerge from behind his glossy lips, the smile somehow both menacing and relieving. At least he’s not disappointed. Ash cringes internally at the thought. “Yes, this should do nicely. Come along, then.”

Ash is hoisted from the chair by his manacles and led through the winding halls. He’s become somewhat accustomed to this marching pattern, finding his footing more quickly than before as the three descend a narrow staircase. When they reach the bottom, Faye ushers him through the heavy, metal door.

This must be the lab, he realizes. Magic light illuminates the room as bright as daylight, despite the lack of windows; it gleams off the shiny stone and metal surfaces. Cabinets line the walls, filled with potions and tools, and a large slab table stands in the middle of the floor.

Another tug at his manacles, and Ash is pulled to the table. It’s only hip height—far too short to work on for a tall race like a human or an elf. If it’s not a workbench, then . . .

Ash freezes, his jaw clenched tight and his muscles solid ice. At each corner of the table, he notices sturdy metal rings and thick leather straps. A workbench wouldn’t need restraints. Nor would it need a channel that lines the perimeter, funneling into a drain in the floor. It almost reminds Ash of Krumgus’ cutting board.

This isn’t a workbench. It’s an operating table.

“Hop on up, sweetie,” Faye chirps behind him, pressing him forward. At the touch, his nerves jolt back to life—you’re not dead yet, he reminds himself. Stay alert.

He angles onto the cold stone table, his thighs sinking uncomfortably into the divot along the edge. Every inch he scoots back, his feet lift farther and farther from the ground—farther and farther from safety. Between the chill of the slab and the fear swelling in his gut, his muscles begin to shiver.

Ozmund’s shrewd gaze doesn’t miss the change. “Oh, pet,” he coos, his voice dripping with condescension. “Don’t be frightened. I’ve no intention to harm you right now—I simply want to make sure you’re healthy again. A check-up, if you will.” He pats Ash’s head, careful not to disturb the not-too-perfect coif Faye had made. “Besides, it wouldn’t do for my new pet to be bruised and marked so soon.”

So that’s what this is about, Ash thinks. Why does he care about my health, anyway—he’s the one who starved me and shoved me in a cage. Then again, what did he say before?

“It’s no fun if you can’t fight back . . . ”

Before another wave of shudders has a chance to roll through Ash’s body, hands are on him. A low growl forms in his chest, but he bites it down—it’s hard to protest when he’s so cold, and the hands are so warm. Warm on his belly, on his back, on his neck . . . For a moment, he’s lost in the sensation, his eyes unfocused and his thoughts numbed.

“Are you feeling well, dear?” Faye’s voice breaks his dreamlike state, snapping him back to the present. He stiffens his posture. “Any pains? Dizziness?”

He almost wants to laugh. Of course he’s not well—how could he be? He’s still dehydrated and hungry; he’s yet to have a full meal since he’s been captured. His head still aches off and on, and the twist of his empty gut disrupts his focus just as much.

But he’d never admit to any of it. Not to them, at least.

“I’m fine,” he mutters in response. He feels her fingertips brush his thigh and corrects himself. “I’m well, ma’am.”

At that, she pats his thigh instead and smiles. “Good. Shall we continue, then?”

Neither wait for Ash to answer—not that he expected his protests to matter, anyway.

Ozmund summons a wave of shimmering green magic. “Be still, now. This won’t be pleasant,” he warns Ash with the same casual detachment as always. But as he presses the magic forward to engulf Ash’s body, he smirks. “Don’t worry—it won’t leave any marks.”

The shimmering swirl consumes Ash’s vision. His skin buzzes; the vibration sinks deeper and deeper until it seems to jostle his bones. Unpleasant is an understatement—Ash is reminded of the warm tingle in the air before lightning strikes, when his hair would stand on end and his nerves overflowed with stimulation.

When it finally dissipates, his lungs desperately expand, and he sucks in panting breaths. His skin feels raw and inflamed as if he’s been sunburned, but—just like Ozmund said—he is perfectly unmarred.

“What the hell wa—?”

His breathy demand is cut short as Ozmund cups his cheek and lifts his face.

“As I told you, just a check-up.” Ozmund’s narrowed eyes betray his cool exterior, and Ash pulls against his grip to look away. “You can’t lie to me, you know. You don’t even have to say a word—I know you inside and out. I know your hunger, your pain, your panicked little thoughts. You can’t hide it from me, little cat.” Though his voice is soft—almost gentle—Ash can feel the threat lurking beneath.

“Don’t.” His throat is tight, his teeth gnashed together as he finally meets Ozmund’s eyes. A challenge. A plea.

Ozmund only smiles. “I know you don’t want me probing around your thoughts, pet. Your memories. All those special little moments you think you’ve locked up tight. Especially with—”

“No!” Ash snarls, low in his throat. “You don’t get to say his name.”

The shock on Faye’s face is satisfaction enough for Ash; he screws his eyes tight to brace for the inevitable strike he’ll receive.

Ozmund laughs.

Ash flinches at the sound, but no pain follows. What is he playing at?

“Good to see you have your fight back. You know, pet, while you’re under my charge, I should like to study you. I’m sure it could be . . . educational for us both.” He turns to Faye, ignoring the sneer forming on Ash’s lips. “Don’t you think so, Faye?”

Forced to keep his head help up, Ash can’t look away from the manic shine in Faye’s eyes. “Oh, absolutely, sir! So unique—so fascinating! Oh, we can, can’t we? Please?”

Ozmund chuckles. “Well, we’d need our subject’s cooperation, of course.” His hypnotic gaze falls back upon Ash, a nauseating grin playing at his lips. “What do you think, Ash?”

Ash’s stomach twists, his teeth grinding beneath the grip on his chin. “Fuck you,” he spits. “I’m not your science experiment.”

Faye’s excitement falters, but Ozmund’s grin mellows into something Ash assumes is meant to be comforting. “Don’t worry, Faye—I’m sure he’ll come around in time.” Like hell I will. “Besides, he’s not going anywhere; we can pick right up when he’s ready.” Ozmund pats his cheek dismissively.

“However,” he continues, “I do think he’s quite healthy enough to return to our scheduled activities. And just in time, too—we have guests tonight, pet.”

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[wheredafandomat]

The Country Club ✨

Loki x female reader

Part 2 ~ The Reception

Previous Part

Italics = flashback

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You followed your thankful satnav that sent you on the wrong course about three times before you reached your desired destination. Stepping out of the car outside a fancy grandiose looking guiding that had a waterfall at the front, you took advantage of the valet parking, taking your bag out of the car before walking towards the entrance, wheeling it next to you. You walked through the automatic doors, taking in the decor of the place. It could only be described as beautiful. Gold accents running through everything as well as tranquil music in the background. If heaven was a place ok earth, it’d be here.

“Hello.” You greeted the lady at the reception “I’m y/n.” You continued to speak, not knowing what to say to the young looking receptionist who stared blankly back at you. You began to think you were at the wrong place until you spotted Bucky, drink in hand walking inside.

“Y/n!” He cheered, stumbling towards you before pulling you into a hug. You could feel the bit of his drink that sloshed to the side of the glass before falling down your back. “I’ve missed you girl.”

“Bucky, how longs it been? Few months?” You laughed, pulling back from the crushing hug you’d give someone you hadn’t seen in years. “I see you’ve already taken advantage of the bar.” You said, gesturing to the drink in his hand.

“You know me.” He said with a coy smile. “This is Alexa, Janes friend Darcys niece or something like that, she doesn’t really know what she’s doing.” Bucky excused the girl still looking blankly at you both “but you’re trying.” He smiled reassuringly at her before turning back to you and mouthing a quick “she has no clue.”

“Can I have your last name please.” The girl finally spoke. You gave her your full name before she handed you a set of keys. “Would you like to leave your bag here, someone will take it to your room.” She offered.

“Um okay.” You answered, pocketing the key as Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you to a reception room that looked even more heavenly than the place you just were. The bar was practically yelling at you to explore it.

“Wandas outside.” Bucky informed you before ordering himself another drink “and a gin and tonic.” He added to his order.

“Thanks.” You smiled, knowing it was for you.

“So is Thor, Jane, Steve and Natasha.” He continued. You breathed a sigh of relief not hearing Lokis name. Of course he wouldn’t be here. You felt silly for spritzing yourself with his favourite perfume. He always complimented it whenever you wore it saying no one could ever wear it like you did. You grabbed the gin and tonic and drank it in two quick sips before ordering another.

“Off we go doll.” Bucky said, linking his arm with yours as you both walked outside.

If Medusa decided she wanted to open a country club instead of turning wicked men to stone, it’d be this one. Bright green hedges arranged in a maze like pattern surrounded small statues. The sound of birds singing was a perfect match to the sound of waterfalls in the distance. From where you stood, you could see that the grounds were big, Thor and Jane had outdone themselves. Bucky began guiding you towards the decking where there were tables and chairs as well as all your fiends. Spotting you, Steve stood from his chair and made his way towards you.

“Y/n.” He smiled, pecking you on the cheek as he hugged you.

“Ah y/n is here!” Thor announced, putting his drink on the table as he and Jane made their ways towards you, their arms replacing Steve’s.

“Heyyy.” You replied, hugging them back before making your way to Wanda and Nat who were waiting in line to wrap their arms around you too.

“Looking hot as ever.” Nat winked.

Definitely not for Loki you thought, hugging her back before sitting down at a seat with your own drink as you all caught up. No one mentioned Loki, not even Thor, it was as he never existed. Each of them knew how upset you was when he left so perhaps they weren’t bringing him up for your benefit. After crying your heart out on a Group FaceTime call, you decided it was a ridiculous response considering that Loki and you hadn’t labelled anything. You failed to admit to them that you had admitted your feelings to him the night before he left. They all continued to talk about Thor and Janes new business venture as you thought back to that morning.

Squinting when you woke, you tried to block the sun out of your view as you reached an arm out to feel for Loki. Realising he wasn’t there, you opened your eyes fully to see where he was but he wasn’t in your room. You assumed he was in the kitchen or in the bathroom showering. You called out for him but he didn’t respond. Inside you felt a sinking feeling of dread as if your heart knew what had happened but you didn’t want to face it. You couldn’t. You sat up in the bed, holding the duvet over your naked body, feeling exposed as you called out for him again. The flat was silent, deathly silent and again, you knew something was wrong. You remained in the silence for a while longer, wiping any tears that thought they’d be able to freely fall down your cheeks. You knew that if you stood up and looked for him, he wouldn’t be there and it’d confirm your suspicions and so you didn’t. You sat in the bed, waiting for him to come back.

“So, any dates?” Nat asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Don’t make me laugh.” You answered, taking a sip of your drink.

“You know Steve here is just itching to take you out.” She teased causing Steve to spit out his drink as he blushed. You smiled at him before looking back at Nat.

“I don’t think he’d be able to handle it.” You smirked.

“You should go to one of those speed dating things with Darcy.” Jane suggested.

“Where is Darcy?” You questioned. You and her didn’t hang out much but whenever you did, it was hilarious. She’s definitely someone you’d want to drown your sadness away with.

“She’s—” Jane began before she was interrupted.

“Brother, this place is spectacular.”

Your heart stopped.

Loki

“Well, apart from that incompetent receptionist.” He added.

Dick

“Hey.” Darcy warned, appearing from behind him as she lightly patted his chest. “She’s my niece.”

Traitor

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[thenotebookwizard]

Exhibition Match CageBlade Week 2023: Day 5 - Moves

TITLE: Exhibition Match (CageBlade Week 2023 Day Five: Moves)

FANDOM: Mortal Kombat - All Media Types; Mortal Kombat (Video Games)

RATING: T

SUMMARY:

Which had led to them going to the park. Which had now lead to something that had every soldier on base or close enough to get there fast enough trying to find a good vantage point to watch. Standing in the middle of a baseball diamond of all things, Johnny Cage and Liu Kang were sparring. Liu Kang comes to LA for the season finale premiere of Johnny Cage's new show. After all, it was partially his fault. And the two of them can't help but show off. On Sonya's military base.

Liu Kang almost never came to visit.

He wasn't the biggest fan of LA. He didn't mind America so much as Kung Lao did, but he wasn't a fan of the glitz and glamor of Hollywood or the massive disparity between classes of LA citizens. But he'd accepted Johnny's invitation to come for the screening of the season finale of Warriors of Light, mostly because Johnny hadn't stopped pestering him about it.

He'd shown up at the airport looking nothing like a Shaolin monk or Champion of Earth Realm. He'd been in casual pants, sneakers, a t-shirt and a hoodie. He had only one bag and had his normal boundless energy and restless serenity.

Johnny, of course, had taken his friend out for a night on the town and somehow managed to get Liu Kang drunk. The two of them had shown up at Sonya's apartment because Johnny had lost his keys somewhere and Liu Kang was too drunk to be of any help.

The next morning, after the two had recovered from their hangovers and had found Johnny's keys - in his pocket - Sonya had somehow been convinced to take them on base so Liu could see Jax.

Which had led to them going to the park. Which had now lead to something that had every soldier on base or close enough to get there fast enough trying to find a good vantage point to watch.

Standing in the middle of a baseball diamond of all things, Johnny Cage and Liu Kang were sparring.

Sonya and Johnny sparred all the time; he even went a few rounds with Jax from time to time, but their fighting styles were different. The two of them were able to drive each other hard and had some impressive matches - they certainly kept each other on their toes.

But it was nothing quite like - that.

Sonya knew there was a difference between classically trained martial artists and the kind of no-holds-barred brutality the spec ops taught. She was proud of those differences, and she knew what she did made her a dangerous fighter and more than capable of fighting - and winning - against fighters like Johnny and Liu.

But watching two classically trained martial artists go at each other, full speed, full power, with nothing held back had a special kind of drama to it. A kind of deadly grace; it was almost a dance at times, and other times it was a harsh and direct as anything spec ops used.

They were almost never more than a foot or two apart, and their arms and legs moved with entrancing speed. Strikes blurred into blocks and blocks became strikes as their bodies twisted through techniques embedded so deep into their muscles and bones that thought had nothing to do with them.

Their faces were expressionless and full of determination and then full of grinning chagrin if the other got a move in. Neither man was out of breath and neither man was backing down as they flowed around her other in a never-ending, never pausing flow of motion.

The only sound from either of them was the occasional grunt or barked laugh and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

It had started out innocently enough. Liu Kang had been looking up at the afternoon sun, and had stripped off his shirt and started stretching and working forms in the middle of the baseball field.

As if that was a thing people just did.

Johnny - not to be outdone - had stripped off his own shirt and started doing the same. And then - as if by some unspoken message - they had turned to each other and bowed.

There had been a long, endless minute; a frozen tableau of stillness - the pause of waiting for the right moment. Then, as one, they had started moving.

And they hand't stopped moving for several minutes. Sweat poured down their faces and backs and chests; chiseled, lean muscle rippled and writhed as they both strove for the one, perfect advantage.

"He looks like he's having fun." Jax stepped up next to her, watching the two slowly working their way around the field. "If one of them gets killed on my base, I'll kill them both. And the first one of them that throws a fireball is going in the stockade. "

Even in the heat, the big man was wearing a hoodie and gloves.

"Do we have a stockade?" Sonya didn't take her eyes away from the spectacle, her mind analyzing their form, their technique, seeing a half dozen places she could have slipped a knife or whipped out her gun.

She wasn't watching Johnny. She wasn't appreciating shirtless Johnny being effortlessly badass. She certainly wasn't paying closer attention to him than she was to Liu.

"We have jail cells. They'll work for this."

Sonya huffed. "Let them play, Jax."

"I don't like it." The gruff soldier crossed his arms and glared at the two of them.

The stands were half-full, and there were more people loitering around the edges of the field. And no few people with their phones out, including one of the officers from the understaffed, underworked, and bored press office. He'd been filming since the two had started their forms, and Sonya knew the video was going to be online before dinner.

Johnny would be thrilled, because if this didn't prove he was the real deal, Sonya wasn't sure what would.

They broke apart, both falling into their opening stances; Liu Kang bowed, hand over fist and Johnny with his hands at his side. They looked up at each other a grinned like a pair of kids. Johnny rubbed the side of his jaw.

"Damn you're fast!"

Liu laughed softly. "You could be faster if you didn't live in a place where you have to chew the air."

"Hey, I was raised here! Smog is part of my diet!"

"That explains so much." Liu was shaking his head. "Again?"

The two turned to face each other, and bowed again.

The soldier with his phone out was watching with bated breath and wide eyes. "Holy shit, Colonel. What the fuck is this?"

Jax grunted. "Idiots fighting in my park."

Sonya sighed. It was a sad day when she was the diplomatic one. Besides, she knew Jax was only growly because he wasn't going to be able to join in the fun. He couldn't show off his arms in public like that.

"That is Liu Kang, visiting from the White Lotus Temple." She spoke softly, but loud enough for the mic to pick it up. "He's one of Johnny's best friends. The two don't get together often, but when they do - they like to play."

She couldn't resist. She knew it was stupid; but she hated hearing people call Johnny a fake. She hated hearing about how he wouldn't be able to fight without a choreographer and a stuntman, because she knew he was a fighter. She knew he could stand against the worst of the worst, and she knew at his heart, Johnny - despite living for the adoration of his fans and his own acclaim - would fight for anyone who needed him to.

For the fate of a single person or the fate of the world itself.

He'd just want to be televised.

"Liu is a Shaolin monk and one of those who keeps the ancient traditions and martial forms alive. He's been trained since birth in martial arts. In America, we use the words 'kung fu' to describe it - which basically means 'hard work.' Each of what we call a 'style' of Kung Fu is really a discrete martial art. Most study a single of these forms, but Liu, being chosen to carry on the legacy of these traditions, has studied harder than most and knows them all."

The Press Officer had slipped into his professional mode, his phone barely wavering as Johnny and Liu flew at each other again. Somehow, they seemed faster. Their movements sharper, harder and then falling away to softer flows and deflections.

As if the first bout had been testing each other out, and now they were finally ready to show the other what they could really do.

"You know Johnny Cage pretty well, Lieutenant Colonel. How is a Hollywood star able to hold his own against a monk trained from birth to fight?"

Sonya let herself actually smile, if only because she was behind the camera and no one would ever see it. "Because Johnny Cage has been training since childhood in martial arts, too. From neighborhood gyms and after school programs to training centers and dojangs all over the country. He's hardly a novice and has more championships under his belt than you had followers - until today, I reckon."

"Yes, ma'am. After today, I'll have a fair few followers. Won't keep 'em without more to show them, but I might be a big name for an entire week after this. Erm...if I'm, you know, allowed to post this."

Sonya sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah. You can. You were already going to until I started talking. Don't mention my name, or you'll be scrubbing toilets with your toothbrush until you muster out. Clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. Clear. Crystal clear. Umm...do you know why Mr. Kang is here?"

Sonya resisted the urge to sigh again. She'd just had to open her mouth, didn't she? "Master Kang is here for the finale premiere of Warriors of Light. He might as well have a credit on it. Johnny's been mining him for ideas for months, but Liu refuses to take any official credit."

The soldier's eyes were wide as Liu did some kind of spinning move that literally took him *over *Johnny's head - and not to be outdone, Johnny ducked low, rolled, then came up and did a flip over Liu's head in response.

Now they were just showing off. For the fun of it.

"So they really are friends?"

Sonya scoffed. "I just said they were close, didn't I? Believe it or not, Lieutenant, Johnny has friends all over the world. Somehow."

The two bowed to each other again, but this time - the inevitable happened. There was a rush of children running right at the two of them in some kind of hive-mind stampede, the overcharged excitement of a live-action performance of a silver screen worthy martial arts scene revving them up to the point they could not resist the chance to talk to, mimic, and show off for the two fighters.

Sonya knew what was coming next. There was no avoiding it, because neither Liu Kang or Johnny Cage were going to resist the chance to try to teach the mob of tiny humans how to fight.

Or how to think about fighting.

"Keep your camera on, Lieutenant. You're about to get the video that will make your internet career."

#CageBlade #CageBlade Week 2023 #fandom #fanfiction #writing #Mortal Kombat #Sonya Blade/Johnny Cage #Slice of Life #Watching Your Crush #Fluff (if you squint) #Liu Kang #Jax #Sonya Blade #Johnny Cage

[sakufilms]

make-up ; jt

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

⌁ jade thirlwall x fem!reader

⌁ you’re a make-up artist and jade always volunteers as your model when she wants to try something new. [prompt from : https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org] // fluff, romantic.

⌁ 0.6k words

! : fem r (she/her), lots of fluff

Out of all of Little Mix's make-up artists, Y/n was by far the most experimental. She loved playing around with new colours and styles with her own make-up, along with others. She loved testing different eyeshadow shades for different eye colours. Her mind was constantly swarmed with new ideas—simple and extravagant. It depended on the day, really.

Which is exactly why Jade Thirlwall was always the perfect canvas.

Jade herself also loved trying something new, and she absolutely had an eye for a good look. To her, there was no shame in a bold make-up look, even if you were only going grocery shopping that day. She was also a lover of glitter, which was one of Y/n's favourite ways to add to a look. It was no wonder that when Y/n messaged Jade to try a new look the northern girl immediately said yes.

When Jade stepped through Y/n's apartment door, Y/n couldn't help but to smile, adoration swelling in her heart. Jade was only wearing a large hoodie and some sweatpants, but Y/n was entranced by her curly hair thrown into a ponytail on the top of her head. Her tan skin glowed under the apartment lights and she looked as ethereal as ever, no matter how lazy her attire was.

"Hey!" She said in a bright tone. Y/n stepped away from her desk—which was filled with make-up palettes, brushes, concealers, foundations, glosses and lipsticks—and she reached forward to give Jade a hug, which was reciprocated. "You look beautiful." Jade hummed. Y/n felt her heart flutter and her voice caught in her throat. Jade giggled and the sound was as peaceful as waves crashing against the beach shore, easing her.

Jade set her bag down, putting her phone in her pocket and heading to the living room to sit on the chair next to the make-up. "What are we thinking of doing today, my darling." She said calmly. The words fell from her lips is such a natural fashion that Y/n almost missed the nickname she had used. Jade used it quite often, actually, but it still set off fireworks in Y/n's stomach.

"Nothing too bold today, actually. But nothing simple. Just gonna meet in the middle." Y/n pulled a chair over so she could sit in front of Jade. "I was thinking some purples and blues, maybe a graphic liner design or two."

"Your specialty." Jade grinned.

"Indeed."

Applying make-up had always been such a calming process to Y/n. In the beginning it caused nothing but stress, sure, but eventually as her skills strengthened, it became therapeutic, in a way.

It never failed to make Y/n's heart race at the closeness between her and Jade when she did her make-up. It took all of her effort to keep a steady hand while using a graphic liner to make a simple, yet intricate butterfly. She wasn't going to let a simple crush ruin Jade's make-up.

Jade picked up a mirror, taking a look at the pops of colour that coated her eyelids. "Oh, you've outdone yourself." Jade said it in a way that would seem mocking but Y/n knew her words were nothing but the truth.

"Why thank you—"

Jade gasped, and Y/n paused.

Jade hands came in contact with Y/n's forearm, her fingers delicately resting on her skin. "I have a dress this colour."

Y/n grinned. "Let's go."

The dress wrapped around Jade's figure perfectly in a semi-tight hold. It was looser at the top, dipping to show a bit of cleavage. It hugged her torso and hips in a perfect fit. The fabric itself was a shimmering purple that matched almost exactly with the purple dusted on Jade's lids.

"You look gorgeous." Y/n said genuinely. Jade thanked her warmly, making eye contact with her in the mirror.

"Where are you headed after this?"

"Just getting some groceries." Jade laughed. "But, y'know, gotta shop in style."

"Oh, always. Only way to do it."

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little mix taglist: @esposadomd

#little mix #jade thirlwall x reader #jade thirlwall #jade #thirlwall #x reader #little mix x reader #x fem!reader #jade thirlwall x fem!reader #leigh #leigh anne #leighanne #leigh anne pinnock #pinnock #perrie #edwards #perrie edwards #perrie louise edwards #wlw #fluff #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #lesbian #bisexual #all my works

[backtothestart02]

The Other Night - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Been plotting this since 9x01. I hope you enjoy!

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Synopsis: AU - It was the wedding of dreams. The last thing Iris expected was to find her childhood sweetheart across the hall from her, as smitten as he'd been the day he left her 10 years ago.

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Chapter 1 -

A limo arriving to pick her up from the airport was a first.

Iris knew the bride and groom were filthy rich, but still. It was an out-of-body experience seeing someone standing with a sign for her name as she exited the plane, who then walked with her to the baggage claim and then out to their waiting vehicle.

There was champagne inside and chocolate, even a single rose in the window.

She felt like she was floating in a fairytale.

And she was just her boss’s favorite employee who happened to get proposed to while they were out walking together.

“You were there for my biggest moment, Iris! Of course you’re invited to the wedding.”

Iris wasn’t one to turn down an event that allowed for her to go shopping for a new dress, so she accepted. Though her jaw was nearly on the floor when lobster or steak were the dinner options on the RSVP card, and there was no address on the card for the actual ceremony.

She called the number listed after dropping the RSVP card into the mail and found out to her continued shock that her young boss was heir to a fortune, as was her intended, and that on his side stood a mansion along the sea on the east coast, famous for its views and grandiose apartments inside. And all guests would be staying in the massive, beautiful establishment for an entire weekend.

You could come as early as Thursday and stay as late as Sunday, which was exactly Iris’ intention. Given her boss was the one getting married, she had no problem okaying her time off work for it.

But now, seated in this lavish limo, watching the landscape go by and inevitably turn into a large lot leading to the mansion, Iris wondered if she was dreaming.

The limo came to a stop, and the driver had walked around the vehicle and opened her door before she could stop staring out the window.

It was huge!

Pale brick siding, white-trimmed windows and doors, terraces, and a large garden beyond that she could see the beginnings of from the front, Iris could only so much as dream of ever even visiting a place as magnificent as this.

The front door opened and out strutted the bride-to-be, her boss, looking smug as ever and doing a little spin for her in her casual white pantsuit before walking towards her and embracing her.

“So, what do you think?”

Iris’ jaw was still on the floor.

“Sue. You’ve outdone yourself.”

She scoffed.

“Money is money, dear Iris. One day, when you own your own company, as I do, you’ll understand.”

Iris shook her head, but she didn’t reject the thought. It was a dream of hers, to spread her wings as a journalist and start her own empire. At just 28, it felt impossible, but then Sue had been 25 when she started hers.

With the assistance and support of her very rich parents, of course. But that was neither here nor there. Sue was an old soul, and someone Iris liked to call mentor and friend, as well as supervisor.

“Where’s Ralph?” Iris asked, looking into the entrance Sue had come out of, as if expecting him to suddenly appear.

“Oh. Don’t worry about him.” Sue waved that off. “He’s still in the city finishing up a case. He’ll be here in time for dinner though.”

Ralph was a P.I. He didn’t need to work at all with the money he was born into, but he enjoyed the work. He got a rush out of it, out of finding people’s secrets or tracking down missing people. Some things were odd about him, from the few times Iris had met the man, but he clearly adored Sue, and his proposal had been top-notch. Iris had no doubt they’d be happy together.

Sue looped her arm through Iris’ and signaled a nearby worker to take her things up to her room.

“Third floor, last one on the left,” she told him, then turned to Iris. “You’ll like that one. It has a terrace overlooking the garden and the pool.”

“The pool?” Iris’ eyes widened. “Isn’t it enough to be on the coast?”

Sue smirked.

“Come, let me show you around. When we’re done, I’ll let you get settled into your room and relax until dinner time.”

Iris indulged her with a smile.

“Lead the way.”

And so they spent the next half hour touring the premises. It was spellbinding. From the marble walls and floors, to the ballroom and the multiple lounges, the indoor pool and hot tub, the sauna, the massive kitchen and sun room, and the grand staircase, in front of which was someone dressed to the nines playing a grand piano, Iris felt like she was spinning.

That had only been the first floor.

The staircase was covered in a dark red carpeting that led to the second and third and fourth floors, enough bedrooms for all the guests, and views to sink you teeth into. There were multiple bathrooms on each floor and lounges as well, but the bedrooms were massive and included a bathroom too.

It was like a hotel. A really fancy, exquisite, five-star hotel.

“And this…is your room.”

They turned to the right, and only faintly Iris thought she heard alarm bells go off in her head, because wasn’t her room the last on the left?

Sue turned the knob and pushed the door open only to find the room already occupied, and the occupant having gotten their head banged when the door swung open towards him.

“Oh, shoot,” Sue said, and Iris would’ve shot her a look at her tone if she hadn’t been so surprised by the guest they’d run into.

“Barry?”

He took a step back, rubbing his forehead. He blinked a few times until his eyesight cleared, and he took in the ladies before him.

“Sue, I thought- Iris?”

“You two know each other?” Sue asked, sounding curious and innocent, both of which Iris knew the woman wasn’t. “I’ll leave you to it then.” She smiled smugly. “Oh, and Iris, it’s my bad. Your bedroom is to the left…right across the hall.” She switched her gaze to Barry. “Sorry for the bump, Bear-Bear.” She winked. “I’ll be downstairs if either of you need me.”

And with that she practically skipped in the other direction, making them watch until she waved cutely at the top of the staircase, and they turned back to each other.

“Bear-Bear?” Iris raised an eyebrow, and he knew she was thinking about how similar it was to the nickname she’d given him…when they were kids.

“Yeah, she’s been calling me that ever since I got here. Weird, right?” He laughed nervously.

“Mmm.”

She took him in, noticing how his hair was damp, possibly from a recent shower, but otherwise how his attire looked a nice, a striped polo and some khaki shorts, which she supposed fit the hot temperature outside. She wondered how long he’d been there, and which party had invited him to the wedding.

Also, how long Sue would try to be playing matchmaker when she knew Iris’ plus one would be coming the next day. That one night when they’d gone out for drinks, and she’d detailed to her the story of the one who had gotten away must’ve really stuck with her, much to her chagrin now.

She forced a smile.

“Well, I, uh…should probably go to my room and get settled, maybe take a shower, so I look nice for dinner.”

“You always look nice, Iris,” he said softly, making her cheeks burn.

“Right, well, I’m gonna go. I’ll see you then?”

“Sure.”

He nodded, and she turned away, looking back over her shoulder at him still standing there awkwardly when she opened the door to her room. She waved a little, and he waved back, then she stepped inside and closed the door behind her a little too quickly, hardly able to enjoy how magnificent her room looked with her heart pounding so loudly in her ears.

Barry Allen. The boy who had been her best friend since they were five, who stole her heart at 16 and never really gave it back, who moved away a month after they graduated high school, and who she’d never heard from again.

That Barry.

A full decade since she’d seen him, and now…he was right across the hall from her for a whole weekend in a gorgeous getaway mansion.

After Eddie showed up, she could forget about him entirely, but for tonight?

She took a deep breath and walked further into the room. She pushed open the glass door and stepped out onto the terrace. The view was breathtaking as expected, and she could almost imagine Barry two floors down on the lawn calling up to her like Romeo to his Juliet.

She blinked and the vision before her vanished, but her heart didn’t stop thumping away at wild speeds. If anything, it went faster and she started imagining other things.

“Fuck.”

She turned around and walked back into the bedroom, eyeing the huge king-sized canopy bed and recalling her recent fantasy and conversation with Barry across the hall.

“Fuck.”

#westallen #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #the other night #chapter 1 #au

[riverblossom-valley]

round 3 update - new family bios - Desiderata edition

Teatherton - Being a dread pirate is great and all but Alexandra was looking forward to being a mom again - that is, until she lost the baby. Now saddled with grief, she has unearthed a newfound determination to discover her greatest treasure yet.

Aspir - Luis swore he'd never find love again after Noriko passed but that thought went out the window once he met Sharon. He may have gotten more than he bargained for when he married her but he's doing all he can to convince himself that her sons are his. Worse comes to worse, Victor is in the medical field and can always bring home a DNA test if his intrusive thoughts won't stop.

Bell - Critical disturbance avoided - Sharon has gone off and gotten herself married. Now, Hannah has more time to figure out how to keep Issac blissfully unaware of the parentage of the littlest Bell, Yves…is it safe for babies to wear contacts? Her latest Internet search came up short.

Contrary - Edward and Opal have all but given up on Rick but, with little Francine, they have a chance to prove themselves as parents - Rick, on the other hand, has been attempting to make up for his "teen angst" phase but efforts have proven unsuccessful.

Jocque - Having dreamt of adding one more little one to the family, Marcel was MORE than elated when Amelie made her grand entrance - he may only be slightly guilty by tampering with Sophia's birth control but all guilt went out the window when he held his second daughter for the first time. Maybe he'll be able to convince Sophia in having just one more but, if all else fails, he's found the new hiding spot of her contraceptives.

Mole - John has never considered himself "daddy" material yet the little green tyke wandering around his living room is slowly changing that initial judgement. Ever optimistic, he's already looking junior spy classes but the search is turning up empty.

Una - Never truly getting over her grilled cheese obsession, Natasha has decided to capitalize on this and start up her own home business. Who knows where it could lead to - at the very least, she's hoping for her own cooking show but validation is just as nice.

Cooke - Last he heard, Zebest Quizine's career had hit rock bottom and Julien couldn't feel more vindicated even if he tried. At times, he feels like reaching out to his former rival - even if just to gloat - but he'd much rather use his passion for wooing that sexy pirate who kicked his ass that one time.

Picaso-Crittur - Nuclear family status achieved - Matthew and Jessica have found their own little slice of heaven in Desiderata, spawned 2 children (one of each) and shaped Danny and Sarah Crittur into respectable hounds instead of mangy mutts. Despite this, both are wishing for a change of pace, whatever it may be.

Roseland - Time and time again, Cyd has outdone himself in the realms of strength and discipline in dog-training…if only he'd applied more of the "discipline" side and stopped stargazing when he'd heard of the numerous UFO sightings plaguing Riverblossom Valley. Oh, well, at least his flower-ship girlfriend doesn't seem to mind the temporary baby bump.

Ottomas - Look out, world - David Ottomas is here and he's out to make a name for himself. He's never cared if he's famous or infamous, as long as others know his name.

#the sims 2 #sims 2 #ts2 #riverblossom valley #desiderata valley #round 3 #update #family bios #teatherton #aspir #bell #contrary #jocque #mole #una #cooke #picaso-crittur #roseland #ottomas

[nova3on]

Its nice having a co-writer because this? (Ye sit was written during math class cuz I was bored)

can turn into this:

“No” Leo pulled his arm out from Mikey’s hand.

“Come on!” He whined, dragging out the last word, “You need new clothes! Come to the mall with us!”

Leo sighed.

“Mikey, I am fine. I have everything I need.”

“You call one pair of dirty old pants, quote unquote, good enough?” Leon looked up from his phone, lounging on his bean bag, all while slowly raising an eyebrow.

In the apocalypse there weren't many resources, so one outfit had to be enough. Cold front? Heat wave? Dust storm? Torrential downpour? All the same.

“You do realize you guys all parade around in what might as well be solely booty shorts about 95% of the time, right?” Leo, not to be outdone by what might as well be a sassy small child to him, also raised an eyebrow.

April, determined to play both sides of the argument, chimed in as she walked back into the room. “He does have you there Leon.” Despite joining back in with the conversation, she elected to lean against the wall, hands resting in her jacket’s pockets.

Turning to look back at Leon, Leo barely caught the sight of Donnie walking into the room, something in his hands. Leon didn’t miss a beat in reply.

“Well, I don’t have old man bits hanging out!”

From behind him, Leo could hear who he could only presume was Donnie choking. Unfortunately, he couldn’t really confirm whether it was Donnie or not, what with him being preoccupied shooting an undoubtedly incredulous stare at Leon. Under the attention of the entire room, the absolute dumbass began to flush and retract into his shell. Casting a side glance back toward the entrance, Leo did in fact confirm that it was Donnie who was hacking up a lung. Additionally, he was carrying a small bowl of popcorn, the bastard.

For a hot second, the only noise was the repeated thumping against Donnie’s shell by April, said soft shell’s wheezing and the subsequent raspy thanks as what was undoubtedly a stray popcorn kernel was dislodged at last. Slowly looking up from his hunched position, Donnie joined in staring at Leon with the rest of them. “Phrasing, Leon.”

#rottmnt #save rottmnt #fanfiction #ao3 #lil snippet of something to come #Liminal constant #LC au things

[scottsummerrs]

#rpdredit #laganja estranja #rupauls drag race #rupauls drag race all stars #only she could outdone her own entrance #a freaking LEGEND #*

[princessfanonanona]

This drabble is dedicated to @the-only-wife who requested snippets of Fenton Family Fluff so here’s a bunch of moments of Jazz returning home from school for summer break in my College Shenanigans Series

"Danny," Maddie asks, coming out of the basement, "What time did you say you were picking up Jazz from the airport?"

"Uhhh..." Danny leans back in the kitchen chair to look at the clock. "Right now."

"Uh huh," Maddie cocks an eyebrow. "Be careful driving her car, you know how she is about it."

"Yeah, yeah," Danny waves it off, grabbing the keys and a coat before running out the door.

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"And she bought that?" Jazz asks as they fly through the zone back towards Amity.

"I mean I did drive your car a block before hiding it," Danny shrugs.

"Where did you hide my car?"

"Uh...in a tree?"

Jazz smacks him upside the head.

"Ow!"

"As if."

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"Jazzipants!" Jack exclaims as they walk in the door. "There's our graduate student!"

Jazz yelps as she's pulled into a crushing hug.

"I missed you too," Jazz says, returning the hug.

"Danny," Maddie chides, "Did you drive through a bush again?"

"No of course not," Danny denies immediately.

"Then why is there a branch sticking out of the grill of the car?"

"It was really windy by the airport!"

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"Danno!" Jack calls from the backyard.

After a moment, Danny appears at the door, "What's up?"

"I need your hand here for a sec," Jack says, sliding out from underneath the GAV and waving him over.

Danny picks up another creeper seat to slide under with Jack.

"That's a hot mess," Danny says, looking at the explosion of wires hanging loose.

"I can't make heads or tails of this, the internal computer started malfunctioning and-"

"I can tell you that you cross wired wrong, again," Danny cuts in and starts unhooking things.

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"Jazz dear," Maddie greets, as Jazz walks into the kitchen after unpacking her bags. "Help me with dinner?"

"Sure, what do you need me to do?"

"Can you cut up the veggies for the pasta salad?"

"You're making a pasta salad?" Jazz hesitates.

"Pam and Angela and a few other mothers have been getting together for potlucks since Danny’s class left for school," Maddie explains, pulling a normal looking pan of chicken out of the oven. "The other mothers started to rank best cooks, and you know that we Fentons do not fail."

"Right..." Jazz blinks at the information. "Does that mean I can introduce you to some international recipes now?"

"Absolutely," Maddie gives her a wicked grin.

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"I think that's that," Maddie says, hands on her hips, looking pleased with the layout of food on the table.

"Impressive," Jazz admits.

"Call in the boy's won't you?"

Jazz pokes her head out the back door and winces at the state they’re in. "Dinner's ready."

"Great!" Jack exclaims, slapping Danny on the back who surprisingly doesn't stumble. "We're famished."

"May want to clean up first," Jazz advises before heading back inside.

Jack and Danny look each other over and see that they’re both covered head to toe in grease and grime.

"Probably a smart move."

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Danny and Jack stand at the entrance of the kitchen overlooking the mountain of food on the table.

"You've outdone yourself Mads," Jack says.

"Well of course," Maddie says, "It's the first night that we can all eat together as a family in months."

"I think it's fantastic," Jazz gushes. "This is probably the best coming home gift I could ask for. No ghost talk, no new invention taking over the table, just quality bonding time and a proper family meal."

"Aww, Jazzerincess," Jack says, pulling her into his side in a one armed hug. "You know we love you two kids with all our hearts."

"And having both of you gone for so long," Maddie sighs, pulling Danny into her own side hug, "We realized how much we missed of you growing up."

"Heck, soon we're gonna be preparing for your weddings and-" Jack cuts off with a sniff. He wipes his eyes and cries out, "And grandkids!" 

"Can't we at least find a significant other first?" Jazz jokes.

"Or are you planning on marrying us off the first chance you get?" Danny asks.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sweetheart," Maddie chides lightly, giving Danny a squeeze.

"You want ridiculous?" Danny pulls away to clear his throat and take on a very regal stance. "Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethah today."

Jazz barks a laugh at the first word and has devolved into wheezing giggles. Jack and Maddie are not immune to the laughter and soon the four are all leaning on each other laughing.

#danny phantom #phanfiction #drabble requests #fenton family #fluff #college shenanigans #nona writes

[blackbat05]

I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic) 

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic! 

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack. 

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing. 

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical. 

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying? 

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world. 

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’ 

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’ 

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life. 

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’ 

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’  

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading! 

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[visbiscuit]

1: Teenage Dream ( chris evans )

— pairing. teenager!chris evans x teenager!ofc (lilac bonet)

disclaimer. English is not my main language. If you notice any kind of mistakes, please tell me and don’t be mean :). I am giving a shot at this to try and improve my written English. Thank you for paying attention and have a biscuit for your kindness!

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Chris doesn't know what love is. He's had a few girlfriends before, but he doesn't really know how to act. He doesn't know if love is when he looks at her and his eyes itch from the excitement she gives him or when, before he sees her, his stomach hurts so much he has to sit down for a few minutes. Maybe it's the sound of his heart beating wildly when they kiss or the feeling of flying at the speed of the world when he embraces her. Chris doesn't know what love is, but he's sure it comes close to what Lilac makes him feel.

— warnings. this part is complete fluff, but the entire story is not for people under eighteen, so don't even start reading it if you’re a minor, please.

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ONE.

The snow was falling in heavy snowflakes that November morning. It wasn't particularly cold, a wool sweater and a padded jacket were enough to be comfortable, but there was a strong wind that shook not only the trees in the neighborhood, but also the souls of the few passers-by who huddled together to find some comfort. No one had expected the snow that had greeted them in the morning. Many had noticed it thanks to the excited screams of the children who cried out for the first Christmas miracle, others hadn't paid attention until they had left their homes to join their families. For the latter, the snow had turned out to be a minor tragedy as they had urgently, and lazily, had to put chains on the wheels of their cars. Not even the weather forecast of the night before had hinted at the possibility of a snowy day, certainly the temperatures had not been considered low enough. It hadn't been a few years since snow had arrived so early, usually it came during December, but Boston was used to this kind of weather and few found themselves having to seek shelter.

Although it was the end of November and one house still had Halloween pumpkins decorating its entrance, the rest of the houses had taken on those typical Christmas decorations that brightened the hearts of even the most cynical. The last house on the right had outdone itself that year: a real movie scene with Santa Claus climbing up the side of the house, with difficulty given his size, and trying to hold onto the reins of the reindeer that seemed to want to fly away. In the well-tended garden, now covered in a layer of snow, elves of all sizes and colors peeped out. Their expressions were happy and blissful as they watched their boss deliver gifts to the good children of that year. In front of the door, Mother Christmas was waiting for them, trying to chase away the Befana, an Italian legend, with her own broom to prevent her from bringing coal. Bright and colorful lights finished the picture of the perfect American house, they covered the frame of the roof and the fence that separated it from the other houses.

It was ten o'clock in the morning and the sun was covered by clouds, but still managed, every now and then, to find space and illuminate random points of that neighborhood. At one point, a curious ray of sunlight reached the kitchen window of that carefully decorated house and illuminated a family at work for the Thanksgiving dinner organized that year. The kitchen cabinets were completely covered with all kinds of food, from mashed potatoes to pumpkin pie, green beans and turkey stuffings. The Evans, that’s how the hosts were called, were always ready and happy to prepare the food as best they could, even if some were better at eating it than cooking it. That year, in addition to the usual ones, Lisa Evans, the sweetest mother that could ever exist, had extended an invitation to some neighbors who did not know where to go on that very important holiday. Almost all of them, with extreme kindness, had preferred to refuse the offer and look for a bar or a place where to spend, alone, that day of celebration. Lisa was not offended, but she admitted that she would have been more pleased to have more people to appreciate her cooking. Only one family, the one in the house with the Halloween decorations still intact, had agreed to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Evans with joy.

The Bonets were not a traditional family. There were three of them, three women, a mom and two daughters, and already that meant endless yelling and thousands of fights. Fortunately, there was only one teenager in the house and the youngest was not yet of an age for which to thwart her mother's wishes. The queen of the house was Pearl Bonet who often went by the nickname Peach because she hated her real name, she often said how old and lifeless it made her feel. She was a woman that many would describe as nomadic. The only constant in her life was her work and the unconditional love she felt for her daughters. She had no steady friendships or a man she could introduce to at home, she loved changing her life every weekend and always pretending to be someone new. Within two weeks she had gone from spending Friday nights as a hippie to be, the following Friday, an art critic with the intention of buying a million-dollar painting. She didn't have a million dollars, but it had been fun to raise the paddle at the auction and charge a snooty rich guy more than he could have. Her oldest daughter was the spitting image of her. Not just physically. Lilac Bonet had also taken after her mother a volatile nature and was always eager to discover new things.

She didn't like looking like her mom, though; she considered her awkward and too old to do the young things. It was up to her, the daughter, to make mistakes all the time and get into trouble for skipping too many hours of school. She had flunked out for that, too. Actually, she liked school, the constant debate, the ability to engage with adults on issues that she felt were vital and yet were but a feather in an entire wing. She loved understanding other people's points of view, even if she wasn't able, yet, to put them into practice and try to be more critical of her own life. She probably should have studied more instead of always trying to provoke an argument about every topic she covered, but she knew that her teachers found her interesting for that very reason. Although there were many aspects of her character that were still immature, she often took care of her younger sister, Rosalie, who had just turned five. She was truly a ball of joy and constant love. Perhaps a little overweight for her age, she was as soft as a bunny and her dimples made anyone in contact with her tremble with excitement. She had a small stuttering defect that her mother, with input from her sister, had noticed right away and was saving up money to find someone who would help her.

The entire neighborhood looked at that family as distant, something that didn't really belong in that part of Boston and very often they had excluded them from various events. But the women of the Bonet household preferred to build real bonds, instead of trying to be friends with fake people who were afraid of something different. Only the Evans family seemed sincere and happy to spend time with them. That's why they had accepted their invitation. After all, they were going to spend Thanksgiving alone anyway, being with someone else was a privilege.

"Scott, I swear on your siblings, if I see you take one more piece of my pie, you won't eat anything tonight!" the reproachful tone of Lisa Evans was directed at the last of her male children who was trying to steal some food from the kitchen. He really didn't know how to cook, he didn't even know his way around the kitchen, so everyone agreed to leave him alone and just let him set the table. Scott complained loudly and stamped his foot on the floor, before walking away with his head down, disappointed at yet another attempt to get around his mother's attention.

Everyone in the kitchen giggled at his reaction, and only Rosalie followed at a slow, staggering pace to try to console him. It was a rather tender scene since the little girl had no idea where to go since that wasn't her home, but the intention she had was definitely pure. Peach Bonet watched her latest creation with a small smile on her face, with a crazy mom like her she didn't exactly know where she came from. "If your kids want to eat the cake, they can, I brought another one" she told the other mom taking the envelope containing the cake.

Lisa wiped her wet hands and rested a hand over her heart. "Oh Peach - it had taken a while for her to get used to calling her that, she liked the name Pearl so much - you didn't have to!" she told her and with a quick gesture took the envelope from her hand that looked rather heavy.

"Believe it or not, I didn't make it" she confessed "I'm a disaster in the kitchen, last time I steamed the pasta water. The pumpkin pie is the work of my daughter Lilac" she shot a wink at the teenager who was now cutting the rest of the potatoes.

She looked at her with wide eyes and immediately wore an embarrassed expression. "Ma, I told you not to say anything" she closed her eyes and rested a hand on her forehead, slightly soiling herself given her dirty hands. Her embarrassment grew and she tried not to make eye contact with anyone in the Evans family.

Lisa walked up to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Don't be embarrassed, Lila, it's a wonderful surprise," she comforted her with a giant smile. "If it's good, maybe we'll ask you for more!" she teased her. Lilac laughed slightly, but she was still feeling rather uncomfortable. She had specifically asked her mother not to say anything, but as usual, she had blurted out her stupid secret just when everyone was there, or almost, Scott and Rosalie were still missing.

Unlike the Bonets, the Evans' were a lot: there was their father, Bob Evans, a renowned dentist who had become Peach's trusted one; Lisa Evans, a perfect matron who worked with children; and the Evans siblings: Carly, Chris, Scott, and Shanna. All were close in age and had grown up together and now that they were ready to become adults, they had a very strong sense of family. Lisa and Bob had raised them well and with the right values. They really were the good guys next door, no one could speak ill of them, there wasn't one person who could criticize them for anything. Their perfection was renowned, the typical American family. Lilac was well aware of the fights there were and the many punches between siblings, but it was more important for them to stick together than to fight day and night over stupid things. Lilac really admired them, because she could hardly keep things inside and only did so for important causes.

The young woman was slightly distracted and was awakened by Lisa Evans' loud clapping. "Come on guys, let's stop for a while and go outside and play in the snow!" she spurred all her children including Peach and Lilac. "Everyone, get your jackets on!"

As if they were just waiting for that moment, Carly and Shanna flew from their seats without even washing their hands and ran upstairs to quickly put their stuff on and head outside. The two moms moved with calm, but the enthusiasm was the same, and behind them the door closed with a small noise. Only Lilac and Chris, the eldest of the boys, were left in the kitchen of the Evans home. The girl had taken the cloth to wipe her hands slowly, she liked the snow, but she suffered a lot from the cold and didn't really feel like exposing herself to the icy snowballs that were sure to hit her. On the other hand, Chris had stayed in the kitchen to get after a long time a moment alone with his girlfriend.

Without making too much noise, he climbed down from the counter where he was sitting and trapped Lilac's body between him and the countertop. Although he was young, he had started working out and the first results were showing. He still had a mushy belly and full cheeks, but his physique was transforming by the looks of it. The young woman laughed and tried to free herself by using all the strength she had in her small body, but she knew she didn't have enough. She turned in her boyfriend's arms and punched him in the shoulder. He didn't even hint at a grimace.

"Chris, come on, they could come back any second," she tried to move him, but by now she was completely attached to his body and didn't seem to really want to break away from him.

Her deep clear eyes glistened at the young girl's words. "Do you know how much I care?" he asked her, the question completely rhetorical, and brought his face closer to Lilac's. "Zero," he whispered an inch from her lips. Then he kissed her as if his life depended on that one kiss.

He wasn't an expert at kissing, but he felt that every time he kissed Lilac he was doing the right things. She was the only girl with whom he had been able to expose even the most negative sides of his character and he wasn't afraid of being judged. He had told her about his insecurities, his dreams, and the things he would never tell his parents like the time he got drunk on twelve liquor chocolates and told his teacher he was in love with her. Lilac hadn't made him feel embarrassed, she had laughed with him and not at him and that meant a lot. They hadn't been together for a long time, a little over three months they had realized that their friendship wasn't enough anymore and that they needed to cross boundaries. No one yet knew about their relationship; many would not have seen with a fair eye the interest he had in that strange girl. They would have dismissed it as a passing infatuation, but Chris knew he felt more than just a teenage crush.

Lilac wrapped her hands around his neck and scratched at Chris' short hair with her nails as she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She giggled when he tried to bite her bottom lip and retaliated by giving him a bite on his lips, splitting them slightly. With her tongue she scooped up the tiny drop of blood that had come out and clutched at him even tighter. Chris' hands were around her waist, one slightly lower than she was used to, but she didn't mind at all. The t-shirt she was wearing was from a few years ago and went slightly shorter, which allowed the boy to draw circles on that patch of skin with his thumb causing her endless shivers. They were two teenagers in the throes of their first love and their hormones were always through the roof. They'd never consummated the relationship because they felt they weren't quite there yet, but they certainly weren't wasting time in other areas.

"They must be waiting for us," Lilac mumbled between the myriad of kisses Chris was giving her. She was out of breath, but at the cost of kissing Chris, she would be able to not breathe for hours on end. "They might, ah, get suspicious," she said again.

At that point, the boy finally broke away and adjusted his messy hair as best he could. It was a good thing he was going to wear his hat, otherwise, everyone would have realized what had happened between the two teenagers. "All right, my sweet, sweet Lily, but you're staying in the room with me after dinner, right?"

"Why? Did you have other plans?"

Chris knew he felt more than just a teenage crush and he was pretty sure it was love.

TWO.

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[sumsebien]

by design pt. 3// Prince Friedrich

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summary: friedrich and y/n’s arrival in prussia! ft. frederica ;))

word count: 4.7k

warnings: none

a/n: apologies for the long wait darlings. here she is though. and she is a long one. also a side note for those who love symbolism as much as i do 💐 ;) also, my banabaer @milkbaer this one is for u baby. thank you for all of your help!!!

a german lesson: Gänschen means goose🦆 (that’s a duck but we can pretend) and schloss means palace/chateau/mansion

The massive railway station stood proudly as the gateway to Potsdam, located right where the forest met the city. Three archways made of worn bricks welcomed old friends and strangers alike. There was something in the slightly tinted mossy green that offered you an odd sense of home. Like you had been here before.

Friedrich stood next to you near the exit. You had had breakfast together, then got ready separately before meeting each other again here.

“I had a lot of memories with this train station,” Friedrich said as the train finally passed the great archway.

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath the entire time, waiting for the wheels to come to full stop. You had been storing information from Lea and Ilse about Friedrich’s mother all morning. Anything that might help you strike up a decent conversation with her from her favorite flowers (gardenias) to her pets (a schnauzer named Fifi). Since then, you had been a little preoccupied by your own imaginations of her as a mother.

From the way Friedrich talked about her, your first guess was that they were extremely like-minded. Aside from that, there was the fact that she was a Queen to consider. She obviously must be extremely elegant and poised. Even her dog sounded posh-Fifi the Schnauzer...

You were still listening to Friedrich though, just not closely. “Really?” you asked, your eyes following the platform numbers as they passed by.

He nodded proudly. “I ran here from the Palace and caught the train to Berlin for a boxing match.”

You laughed, now entirely engaged in imagining little Friedrich fleeing from his guards. “And how old were you?”

“Thirteen. I skipped a dancing lesson.”

“Shame. You could have become a ballerina and outdone my stunts at your Christmas party.”

“Who’s to say that I did not? There are still many shocking things that you don’t know.” His plan to distract you from your own nerves had worked wonderfully well. You two continued to discuss his boxing match up until you were escorted out of the station.

There, you were greeted by a great spectacle of carriages and a horse parade. Everywhere you looked there were men in uniforms. They were on horses, in open top carriages, on the streets, all waiting for you and Friedrich.

Back in London, your family frequently had two to three carriages to accompany you to social functions. It was already considered excessive for the ton. You would have laughed at the idea of this. Or to be honest, wouldn’t have even been able to imagine having an entire parade to accompany you a couple of blocks down the street.

And of course, you could not forget the icing on the cake-the largest carriage you had ever seen. The one you saw in France could not compare and certainly not the one in England. This one was completely enveloped in gold from top to toe-or rather from roof to wheels. On the top of the roof, there were golden cherubs holding up an olive branch and flowers.

It was a harsh reminder that Friedrich, someone who you had grown to identify as your friend over the last several hours, was also the firstborn son of the King, heir apparent to the throne. And you were his wife. Whatever agreement you had made with each other in private was not valid in the public eye. Here, you were a Princess. The Princess.

As Friedrich watched you marvel in the magnificence of the royal parade, he turned to Heinrich with a last minute decision. Well last minute for his father and valet but not for him. Friedrich had wanted to visit his mother for ages.

“I’m heading to my mother’s. We’ll catch up with the staff afterwards and meet you at the Berlin Palace.”

All of this was not on the schedule his father had drawn out and Friedrich was well-aware. He had even cancelled the state train that Friedrich specifically ordered to Potsdam just to make sure he would not take you here first. But Friedrich was not one to lose.

At the same time, however, he knew that his valet was absolutely terrified of his father, as did most people. Soon enough, when his father found out that his son was not on the train to Berlin and was nowhere near the Royal Palace, he would definitely not be happy.

“But your Highness, we really must get going now or we won’t reach Berlin by noon.”

“If he asks, just blame it on me. I’ll be in and out in one hour.”

Heinrich didn’t say anything after that, just nodded. For that, Friedrich was thankful, he did not want to ruin this magical moment for you. It was not going to be this magical for long.

As Heinrich left with your staff, Friedrich turned back to you. “Y/N?”

“I-Is this for us?”

The look on your face made him laugh. Your jaws were grazing the floors, your eyes slowly sweeping across the scene then glanced at him and back to the carriages again.

“I believe it is,” he smiled, offering you his arm.

…

The entire ride back to the Palace was essentially just for you to fathom the welcome wagon.

You could barely string a sentence together, nodding along as Friedrich picked out places that he mentioned in his stories last night, especially enthusiastic about the candy shop he was never allowed to go in.

Potsdam was charming. You could certainly imagine a very fulfilling and peaceful existence here where it wasn't hectic like London but not entirely placid like the countryside.

Just when you thought you could not be more impressed, you arrived at Sanssouci Park.

When Ilse briefly mentioned it, you had expected a park. Like Hyde Park or Regent’s Park or the little garden behind your house that your parents insisted was a park. Whatever you had imagined, however, could not hold a candle to what it was in reality.

“Welcome to Sanssouci Park,” Friedrich said casually, casting a brief look out the windows while your eyes were completely glued to the towering gates opening up for your parade to pass through.

The name was not meant to refer to a park. It was definitely not a park. It was a bloody forest. As you entered the road lined with dense trees, the temperature dropped slightly with the shade, effectively cooling you both from the outside in.

“This is what you call a park? Whatever do you two think of Hyde Park then? A child’s sandbox?”

Before he could answer, your attention was quickly captured by a glimpse of something magnificent as the carriage passed a gap between the tree trunks. You pointed towards the dash of yellow you’d seen. “Is that where your mother lives?”

Friedrich followed your gaze and promptly nodded. “That’s Sanssouci Schloss. Here is the back of it.” Just on cue, the carriage rounded the corner and headed towards the back of the Palace.

Your jaws were officially off now as your eyes feasted on the very picture of splendor.

From personal observations, people usually spent a great deal of time and fortune on making the fronts of their homes as extravagant as possible. It was all in the face, as they said. But not here. Here, even the rear side was grand.

There was a huge water fountain in the middle of the yard, the blue sky printed on the surface. Naturally, your eyes followed straight ahead, past the window behind Friedrich’s head towards the most elaborate set of marble stairs you’d ever seen. On either side were tall walls of hedges and rose bushes that covered the hillside.

“Can we walk up those steps?”

Friedrich turned to look at the steps and then back at you again.

It was not a steep hill. More of a gentle slope but exactly because of that, the steps were long and the landings were wide. Anyone in breeches would find it challenging enough as it was. But you were in a gown, in the sweltering July heat and you were volunteering to walk. “You can. People usually go straight to the entrance though. Are you certain you’d want to walk? It is a long way.”

You nodded, brushing off his concerns. All you cared about was the sight.

Per your request, the carriage stopped right before the grand stairs to Sanssouci Palace. You and Friedrich got out of the carriage.

From where you stood, you had to crane your neck up slightly to be able to see the Palace up the top. The strip of yellow you’d seen from afar turned out to be much more intricate than you’d expected. Beautiful white windows lined the yellow walls, right in the center was an oval shaped room with a cyan dome on top, perfectly aligned with the stairs. Even though it only had one story, its width certainly made up for its height, stretching across the hill.

As you walked ahead, Friedrich decided to stall a little bit. Memories of endless summer days spent on these lawns came flooding back.

He had missed this.

The last time he was here was the summer before he left for England. It was actually here that his aunt Charlotte came to visit with an invitation to Cambridge-the day that changed his life.

And now he was here with you. Someone he had dreaded to marry a mere few days before. Now a dear friend to him.

Straight in front of him, you were marching up the steps with admirable determination, your hands holding onto your skirt, lifting it off the ground. With sun on your skin and wind in your hair, you laughed and told him to hurry up. For that split second, he wished he was not just your friend. Though he discarded that thought as quickly as it came, it stayed stuck in the back of his mind as he matched your pace.

“These are a lot of steps,” you remarked after the first flight of stairs was behind you. There were at least five more ahead. The excessively wide spaces between each step did not help with the general morale either.

“I did warn you,” he chuckled. “It was too exhausting a trip that Marie Antoinette rode a horse up these steps after her stroll in the garden.”

You paused for a moment.

Friedrich thought you were imagining the French queen trotting up the steps with her stallion. But as it turned out, he was wrong.

“Did he invite her over during one of the military clashes between Prussia and France?”

To say that Friedrich did not expect that was an understatement. You had told him you read but he never asked for the specifics on what exactly you were interested in. At that moment, he simply thought you’d be interested in a made-up tale to forget about the stairs. He did not think for a moment you’d be interested in foreign conflicts enough to know the feud between Prussia and France. He knew he certainly wasn’t as a student.

“You can’t fool me. I know,” you said, laughing at the shock on his face.

Pleasantly impressed, he remarked, “Full of surprises I see.”

“You’ll see that in this friendship,” you motioned between yourselves, “you’re not the only one who can shock.”

He gave you a nod, lowering his eyes and watched his steps before he murmured to himself. “Friendship, yes.” He reminded himself of how grateful he was to be your friend. And that maybe pining over you for the rest of his life was better than having you hate him.

If there was one thing for certain, it was that you two would not repeat his parents’ mistakes.

“Darling!”

The voice caused Friedrich’s eyes to snap upwards, slightly alarmed as they weren’t expected on this side of the Palace. Everyone was supposed to be at the front.

The first thing he saw was that you had stopped as well, only standing two steps above him. And then, on the top flight, he saw his mother, waving at him. She wasn’t supposed to greet them outside. At the same time though, he wouldn’t expect her to wait that long for anything anyways.

He waved back with a laugh. She hadn’t changed one bit since the last time he saw her nearly a year ago. A straw sunhat on top of her head, a basket of flower and gardening tools in her hand.

“I-is that-“

Friedrich nodded. “Yes, that’s her. That’s my Mama.”

The nervous jitters came back to you. You knew how much his mother meant to him. She was the true hero of his childhood and you were just excited to meet her. However, you also knew that in no way was this arrangement made by her. And no matter how friendly you were with Friedrich, as his mother, she would not easily trust you.

You quickly masked your nervousness with a gentle smile. It was the safest route after all. Better look like a smiley fool than a grumpy idiot. You thought.

The Queen began to walk down the steps briskly, meeting you halfway up the last flight of stairs. Immediately, she threw her arms around Friedrich, pulling him into a bear hug. “There you are, you Gänschen! You’ve kept your mother waiting long enough!” She said, messing up his hair and only letting go of him once he was shaking with laughter.

When he and your maids said she was very carefree in private, you did not expect her to be this carefree. A lady was not supposed to be out in the sun like this, no less a queen. She was also much more beautiful than you could ever imagine, with her honey blonde curls tumbling down her back in waves and her big blue eyes which were now on you.

“Apologies, Mama,” he stepped back, allowing you to take a step forward. “This is Y/N, my wife. And Y/N, this is my Mama.”

“It is such an honor to meet you, your Majesty,” you said, bending your knees into a curtsy, praying you wouldn’t stumble backwards and ruin the first impression.

You had an overwhelming want for her to like you. And you felt like this first meeting was of paramount importance in deciding that. If it did not go well, she would never see you as anything more than a girl her son was forced to marry. And that was terrifying even in the case where Friedrich remained a good friend.

You were not wrong. Frederica did not expect much from a match made by Louis, a man who clearly did not know his own son or even cared to try. Assuming he did know his son, it would not even be of any matter at all. The only thing he had ever cared about was grooming an heir. This arrangement, no doubt, served that.

But Frederica could not ignore the large smile on her son’s face as he ascended the steps with this young lady.

That? That was not by design.

Frederica shook her head and offered you her hand to help you stand up straight. “I prefer Frederica. At least when we are not in court.”

She gave you a cheeky wink and plucked a gardenia from her basket, tucking it by your ear. “Come on now! I am sure it has been a long trip for the both of you. Let us have some tea before you go.”

...

Frederica led the both of you into the Palace through the doors into the oval room. Inside it was just as spectacular as its exterior. Tall columns held up the painted dome where a chandelier was hung. The three arched windows looking out to the gardens were pushed open by three footmen, allowing sunlight and fresh air to gush into the space, lightening up the entire room.

“Please have a seat, dears,” Frederica said, gesturing to the rounded table in the middle of the room.

You were still too in awe to be able to settle down calmly in your seat but obeyed her anyways. Beside you, Friedrich was glancing around the room, like he was in search of something.

“Is Fifi not here?” he asked as a butler approached the table with a cake stand.

Just on cue, Fifi-his mother’s Schnauzer, shot through the doors. You nearly gasped out of sheer excitement when you saw the ball of salt and pepper fur fly into the room like an arrow. You had always shared a fondness for dogs. Yet you never had one. The only dogs you had were your father’s hunting hounds and he made sure you remained far away from them.

“Speak of the devil...” Friedrich turned to you, “this is Fifi, hated by most but very loved by my mother. Mostly because she smells like fish.”

He kept his eyes on the dog as she strolled around, heading in your direction and getting alarmingly close. “Fifi!” he said, shooing her off. The dog didn’t care, just kept on going forward.

“Oh, it’s quite alright! I love dogs,” you said, fighting the urge to pet Fifi who was quietly sniffing at the hem of your skirt.

Frederica was absolutely surprised when she saw her Schnauzer so quiet. Her dog was not friendly with strangers. By this time there should have been an accident.

The delayed accident happened right after that. Fifi bit down on your dress, tugging at it playfully.

More surprising, however, you didn’t seem scared of the feisty little old thing either. You just laughed.

“Fifi! Leave the poor girl alone!” Frederica said, tapping her shoes against the floor.

Friedrich quickly leaned forward and picked her up. Being lifted off the ground, she released your skirt and focused on wiggling out of Friedrich’s grasps instead. When she eventually succeeded, Fifi headed back to you, circling your feet, her tail wagging.

Friedrich clicked his tongue, about to bend over again to shoo Fifi off. Not that she would care. But the dog plopped down between your chair and his mother’s, out of Friedrich’s reach.

She looked up at you with big eyes, begging for a pet, which you were happy to provide. You reached down and scratched her ears. It was all rather brave, if he must admit.

“I know it is hard to believe but she seems fond of you,” Frederica mused, seeing Fifi transform into a whole other dog under your touch. She was not usually this sweet.

Friedrich scoffed. “The devil almost ripped her skirt off,” he gestured to the hem of your dress, and glared at Fifi.

“It’s fine, honestly. I think it was a compliment if anything,” you said with a smile.

He sighed. “Don’t defend the perpetrator! She has a terrible temperament. And you know it,” he turned to his mother.

“Fifi does. as much as I love her,” Frederica nodded. Fifi’s ears perked up at the mention of her name, blinking at her owner. “But you seem like a very experienced animal whisperer.”

“No, actually. I never had one.”

“Well, that’s a shame. You’re great with Fifi. And if you can handle her, you can handle any dog.”

“Any dog is better than Fifi,” Friedrich said under his breath. Nevertheless, he was glad to see the two of you bond. Even if it was over Fifi the Ferocious.

On the bright side, at least she wasn’t coming back with them to Berlin. It was the only thing Friedrich and his father had ever had in common-a dislike for the Schnauzer.

...

Heinrich was being escorted into the Palace towards the audience room. A place he would much prefer not to go to on his own. He had arrived for over an hour and still you two were nowhere to be found and it was only for so long he could hide the train of carriages. Eventually, one of the butlers alerted the King of his presence and he was immediately requested inside.

Heinrich had suspected that you would arrive slightly late. He just didn’t think it could be this late. He had no idea what he was supposed to say. One misstep and off with his head.

When the doors to the room were swung open, the King was throwing a fit. His deafening yell rang across the room and bounced against the tall walls. It certainly did not help with the nerves.

“WHERE IS MY HORSE?” he demanded, rising up from the throne. From where he stood, he towered over the poor footman. “I am late for hunting!”

“Your Majesty, you cancelled today’s hunt.”

“And why on earth would I do that?”

Heinrich kept quiet, remaining invisible as he approached the throne behind the butler. He was not about to be caught in the middle of a crossfire during one of the King’s fits.

The footman blinked. Heinrich could see the man debating whether or not to answer, lest it was a rhetorical question.

“B-because the Prince is back from England, sir?”

“Oh,” the King said. His voice quieter than before and sat back down again. The crease between his Majesty’s eyebrows disappeared, his expressions softening slightly. Then he turned to the footman with a quizzical look. “And where is the Prince?”

The footman turned around and met Heinrich’s eyes. And then the King followed his gaze. So much for not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

“I-“ Heinrich began, his mind drawing a blank.

If he were to tell the truth, Friedrich and you would no doubt be in trouble. However, if he didn’t tell the truth, he’d be in trouble and so would you two. And if he just said he didn’t know, he’d be on the first ship to an island far far away.

“Well?” The King barked.

“I’ll go get them, your Majesty!”

“Don’t just stand there. Hurry along then! Before I chop all of your heads off.”

Heinrich had never walked so fast out of a room his entire life. His heart was pounding as it began to dawn on him that he had just lied to the King. Well, it was not exactly a lie. He was going to get them. They just weren’t here yet. Unfortunately, none of that mattered. There was no reasoning with such a powerful man. All he could do was hope that he would still be alive to see another day.

Just when all of his luck appeared to have run out, he heard the distinct sound of hooves against cobble and rushed outside.

Friedrich helped you out of the carriage, still engaged in the never-ending tales of Fifi the Ferocious. You were laughing when you caught sight of the magnificent Royal Palace-Berliner Schloss. It was much boxier than Sanssouci Schloss with towering walls that casted a great shadow over the front lawn.

Household staff lined the steps on either side, straightening up as Heinrich dashed past them. Some had their heads turned, the younger ones especially, their curious eyes on you, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Princess. The more seasoned staff near the top stayed perfectly still, resisting the urge to look anywhere other than straight ahead.

“Your Highnesses!” He said, bowing so quickly you were worried his head might snap off. “Your presences are requested. Immediately!”

...

Through the doors you could faintly hear your titles being announced. Your palms were clammy so you hid it behind you, focusing on what you might say in a couple of moments.

Friedrich was not nervous, of course.

He was the one who planned the detour in the first place. And while you had enjoyed the time with Frederica very much, perhaps a little too much, it had delayed your schedule by well over a couple of hours. It meant that you made the King of Prussia, your father-in-law wait.

The only person more nervous than you was probably Heinrich. Every time you caught a glimpse of his face, he seemed more haggard than the last. You were not certain whether he was really sick or just worried.

"My father will say things. Things that are aimed to test you. Do not mind any of it," Friedrich said quietly.

"Something tells me I should take that as a suggestion. One look at Heinrich and I know what I am in for."

Friedrich sneaked a glance at his valet and gave you a small smile. "Heinrich has always been that way. Worries a little too much."

"Maybe that is for good reason-"

The trumpets sounded, prompting you to straighten up, smooth your dress and put on a smile. In the corner of your eyes, you could see Friedrich cracking up. Had it not been for the fact that you were being presented right then, you would have given him a slipper to the chest. He was still smiling up until you had to walk through the doors.

Then, his demeanor shifted completely. You did not dare to make eye contact with the King. All you saw was brief glimpses of a man, wearing a red cloak on the throne. But Friedrich, he was looking straight down the room, challenging his father.

From the stories he had told you, you knew that Friedrich had a rough relationship with his father. Once he got a chance to break away, he vowed he would allow his father to have full control of his life again. And from the suffocating tension in the air, you knew his father would not make it easy.

“The Prince and Princess of Prussia, your Majesty,” a footman announced.

"Your Majesty," you said, giving the King a curtsy.

"Welcome, welcome. I hope the journey was not too rough for you.”

You smiled and nodded. Not a bad start.

However, it was a completely different story when you saw Friedrich’s face. He raised his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced by his father’s concern. "You do, father? Wasn’t it on your orders that the state train never arrived?”

“Now, now, Friedrich. That was none of my doing.” The King turned to you with a small smile. “I must say, you are much prettier than I expected, my lady.”

He had made such an effort to emphasize the last two words that even if you weren’t listening, you still would have caught them. The King was smirking on his throne, his icy eyes sending chills down your back.

“I believe it’s your Highness, father.”

This row was your fault. You could tell.

“No, I don’t think it is. You didn’t get married.”

“We did.”

“That did not count.”

“How? Because you weren’t invited?”

“I see all of your manners have gone out the door since you stepped foot out of this country.”

Friedrich wanted to scoff. It was always going to be about England. If they were going to have this conversation, he was going to do it properly. But not in front of you.

He turned to Heinrich. “Take the Princess to see the chambers.”

You didn’t want to leave. You were responsible for this in one way or another. You should be here to take the blame. But Friedrich shook his head like he knew what you were about to say. “Come with Heinrich. I’ll meet you later.”

“No need for that. Lady Brandt, your chief lady-in-waiting, will take you for a tour. Bernadine?”

You remembered Lea and Ilse mentioning her as well. However, at that time, she didn’t have a name or a face for you to attach her to just yet. You just knew that she was going to be in charge of all of your affairs like Heinrich was doing for Friedrich. Now she had a name and a face.

At the mention of her name, she nodded and stepped forward from the line of staff on your right. She was dressed in a blood red dress, a strand of pearls wrapped around her long neck. She came towards you, giving you an impressive curtsy, tipping her head forward slowly yet keeping her hat perfectly still on her dark raven hair.

When she looked up, you were finally able to see her striking hollow eyes, tall cheekbones and an ever so slightly upturned corner of her lips. She looked awfully familiar. Like a much younger version of your mother actually. And she was just as terrifying.

“Come with me, your Highness.”

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Focus On Me

i want yall to pretend i dont have outstanding wips i need to finish lmao. Have this instead:

Dickinette One-shot 1.9K words

Summary: 

“Dick is pissed as hell after arguing with Bruce.

His solution? Go to an underground fight club to get the shit beaten out of him.”

without further ado

Richard Grayson was many things. He was a professional acrobat. He was a dedicated vigilante. Son of freaking Batman himself. And now? Now he was pissed as hell. The fallout between him and Bruce wasn’t supposed to get this bad. Wasn’t supposed to go on this long. The radio silence was deafening and the cold shoulder burned hotter than any flaming hoop he jumped through as a kid. He knew Bruce had issues about Dick’s decision but that had nothing to do with his capabilities as a vigilante and everything to do with Bruce’s own fears and insecurities. Thinking about it just gets him riled up and he keeps replaying the harsh words they threw at each other before fists started flying too.

He needs to get out of his head for a few hours before he plans what his next move is. No. He needed to get out of his head, yes, but he needs to breathe and maybe punch someone who he doesn’t fear disappointing or someone who hasn’t dumped a ferry’s load of emotional bullshit on him. Planning what comes next can have the decency to at least wait a week. 

Trying to distract himself, he went to an underground boxing club he discovered when he was sixteen. The club was deep in the East End, hidden between the Black Bass Bar and 83rd Street. He’s been sneaking there every now and again when he wanted the time to recenter himself and get grounded before facing the world. It was therapeutic, the bruising knuckles, the blistered lips, the burning sweat in his eyes. It was rough, jaded and unpolished. Everything he wasn’t allowed to be. 

He snuck in through the regular back entrance that was reserved for fighters. The air reeked of tequila and piss and cigarettes. He could already hear the cacophony of roars and jeers from the club’s patrons as a match went on in the center ring. Making his way to the side of the ring to put his name into the bracket, he sees the current fight come to a close with a knockout. The poor guy was lying limply with a twisted ankle and a suspiciously dark bruise forming on his left side. The mat is soiled with blood, spit and what was possibly bile in one corner. Dick swung his gaze over to the fighter left standing. 

His breath feels punched out as he takes in the absolute powerhouse before him. A lean figure clad in simple matching black spandex and sports bra that left nothing to the imagination. Her bare feet were bruised and taped in seemingly random places but Dick recognised an arch to them that was only achieved through professional dancing or gymnastics. She was light on her feet, strong on her toes. Chiseled abs that put Superman to shame were marred by scars on pale skin and a fresh bandage over what could possibly be a recent stab wound resting near her hip. He eyed her wrapped fists that were caked in blood and dirt as she flexed and curled her fingers repeatedly. 

If he was left breathless by her physique then her face left him dead and buried. Bold blue eyes narrowed in concentration with her busted lips curled up in a sneer. Her cheeks were flushed and her entire face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her hair is pulled back into a regular ponytail with loose strands framing her face. Her hair, pure black, except for bleached blonde ends, looks greasy and unkept, highlighting her lack of care regarding her appearance. Her shoulders are hiked up to her ears and her muscles twitch and flex with pent up energy. She carries herself like someone who’s addicted to pain and the worst parts of themselves, desperate for a quick fix; the perfect reflection for how he feels right now.  Dick can’t wait to get in the ring.

“I’ll pay you $50 to get me in the ring with her right now.” He turned his neck to the fight coordinator who was counting a wad of cash. The balding man barely looked at him and just held out his hand for the payment. Dick couldn’t get his money out fast enough and before he even confirmed that he was the next fight, he was already taking his shirt off and going between the rope barriers to the floor.

The loser of the last fight was being dragged off with no concern for his well-being, while the victor stood off to the side guzzling some water. She barely side-eyes him, a quick sweep of her eyes without turning to face him, and he already feels himself flushing hot from the attention. He preens and starts stretching out his shoulders, rolling his ankles and warming up his legs at the same time. 

He barely registers the presence of the announcer, ears filled with cotton and eyes narrowing at his opponent. He looks for weaknesses, anything that would get him an edge, as he crouches into a starting position. Her wound is an obvious target and she’s short enough for easy face and neck shots. Hair pulling is also an option if he feels particularly brutish. She mirrors his stance, crouch closer to her feet and legs wider to increase lunging distance, and the full force of her gaze almost bowls him over. His eyes harden into ice shards, not willing to be swayed by twin pools of blue fire. The bell dings. He charges.

He swings an uppercut that just grazes her chin and she recoils, spins back and jabs an elbow in his ribs. He grabs her by the same elbow and twists his wrist. She twinges in pain but the hold doesn’t last long. She follows the rotation of her arm and faces him. He smells faint traces of beer on her lips and his mind swims. Pain erupts in his nose as she smashes her forehead into him. She kicks into his knee and sweeps his other leg out from underneath him. She clasps her fists together and drives them into the protruding knobs of his spine, ramming him into her awaiting knee. She moves to pin him and he uses this to his advantage. He grabs the arm that was about to press into his throat and spins her around on top of him, his chest to her back. He locks one leg around hers and cants his weight to the side, pinning her face first into the disgusting mat; he completely blankets her with his much larger body. This position doesn’t hold for long either. She still has an arm free and she uses it to punch into the side of his head. It’s not a particularly strong hit, but with the pain in his nose, and his brain feeling like it’s underwater, it is enough to disorient him and she pushes him off by her hips. 

Her narrow escape lights a fire under his skin and he reaches to grapple for her again. She slips away, again, and stands. He scurries to stand as well and immediately ducks from a leg swinging for his ribs. 

“What brings you here?” Dick almost gets whiplash from how fast he has to move. He was not expecting her to engage in conversation, much less initiate it. But she doesn’t sound malicious, just curious, and she pauses in her assault in attacks to display how genuine she was.

“Same as everyone else,” he says. He swings right for her head and follows left when she ducks, knocking her in her shoulder. “I want to pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and get slapped around for a while. You?”

She snickers at his honesty and drops into a leg sweep. He jumps over the leg but clearly she was expecting it. She rides her momentum into a roundhouse that knocks him flat as he descends. She doesn’t hesitate and charges to pin him again. 

He lets her.

“Why does someone as pretty as you want to risk ruining that nice face of yours?” Her face is close, much closer than this pin requires but he doesn’t want to push her away. But the show must go on so he kicks her in the stomach, digging his toe into her bandaged side to get her off. She recoils like a snake about to spring and regards him with cold resentment. She clearly doesn’t like the reminder of her injuries. 

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here getting down and dirty with the local dogs?” She is many things he regards, but lovely is not one of them. ‘Stray cat’ would better describe the scrappy woman before him. The address sets her on edge and he almost regrets describing her as such. Almost. Her next series of punches have him on the defensive and he’s pushed back all the way until he feels the ropes rubbing into the bare skin of his back. The flurry of sensations is exhilarating. Suddenly it’s too much and not enough. He ducks the next punch and grabs both wrists. He made the mistake the first time and knows better now. She won’t escape him unless he lets her. Not one to be outdone, she pulls one more trick out. She doesn’t resist his grip and instead leans up closer to his ear. Her chest is pressed flush against him and he knows she’s tipping just to reach him. Her lips, damp with sweat and cooling blood, brush against his ear and a weight settles at the base of his spine.

“Got a firm grip there?” her voice is soft, almost delicate, and he almost doesn’t register the question. His tongue feels like lead and his mouth has run dry; his brain can’t make the right connections to form words. He tightens his hold on her as an answer instead. She gets it though because she chuckles a swift ‘Good’ before she’s leaping and bracing her feet against his stomach. She leans back and uses her weight to pull them both to the ground, then she lifts her feet and flips him over. His fingers loosen and she slips out of his hold again. She follows the momentum of her roll and sits firmly on his hips, one leg pinning each of his down. She grabs both of his wrists in her small hand and uses the other to tip his chin back, his skull crashing into the mat harshly, blunt nails digging into his skin.

Her face looms over his, again closer than is strictly necessary, and she smirks at him. Her tongue peaks out and swipes at the sweat above her upper lip. He holds his breath, waiting to hear what she has to say next. His patience doesn’t reward him that satisfaction, however. A ding echoes into the room, cutting through the shouts and growls of their captive audience. She won. 

Her victorious smile is a thing of beauty, he can’t really lament his loss. Before he could overthink and get lost in his head he takes a dive headfirst and gives into his impulses.

“I’m Richard Grayson. Call me Dick.” He sounds breathless and rung out. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” her name is perfect like her. She releases his arms and moves to get off him. She offers a hand to help him up and he takes it. Before he could say something stupid she continues her introduction.

“You can call me Nette. I hope to see you next week.”

She will.

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

after-hours practice

yes TWO pwp fics in a row

Ushijima x semi x Goshiki x reader

warnings: foursome, oral, fingering, gang bang

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: awful bold of you to assume I have plot in my smut,

You were already naked when they both walked in. Semi hissed his eyes quickly eating up your entire body, Goshiki just froze all color draining from his face. They both gulped. 

“Go on, touch her, get comfortable,” Ushijima prompted, shutting the door behind them. Etia didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly came to your side kissing you and palming your breasts feeling the nipples hardened in his hand. 

“H-hey,” Goshiki protested tripping over himself to get to you. Since the other boy was occupying your mouth he settled for gingerly pressing his lips to your neck. He only started touching you when you took his hand and put it to your thigh. Goshiki squeezed the soft fat of your thigh. 

Ushijima pulled Semi back by his collar. “This isn’t about you,” he reminded him. 

“Yeah yeah, we’re here to learn,’ he sighed. Goshiki pulled away on his own letting you lay back on the bed while all three boys ogled you. 

“You’re so pretty,” Wakatoshi said spreading your legs apart so everyone could see your sex, 

“You have to start out gentle, warm your girl up,” Ushijima said running two of his large fingers over your sex parting your folds and touching you slowly before eventually sinking digits inside of you making you shudder. 

It was amazing to see how that Wakatoshi could get such a reaction just with one finger. He slowly pumped the digging in and out of you. “You can feel her sweet spots, you just have to have a little patience,” he said before pulling out completely and leaving an opening for the other two to fill, both boys acted instantly, pushing their fingers inside of you making you yelp. 

“It’s so warm,” Goshiki breathed pumping his finger in and out of your wet cunt.

“Wet too,” Semi said his movements a little more practiced, curling his fingers in a ‘come here’ kind of way on the upstroke of his hands. 

“Of course I’m wet, it feels good,” you breathed flexing your hand as you tried to settle into the weird sensation of being touched by two hands. 

“Good enough to cum?” Ushi asked, you bit your lip and shook your head. No, not that good

“Then you two need to do more,” he snapped. Semi grit his teeth together, wanting to snap that he was just getting started, but Goshiki was more than willing to listen. 

“What do we now, then?” the black-haired boy asked. 

“Don’t just stick your fingers in straight, go at an angle,” Ushijima advised. 

“What angle?” Tsutomu asked wanting to do it perfectly. Wakatoshi thought about it for a moment before holding up his hand and tilting it to the left.  Goshiki mimicked his action inside of you so that this time when he jerked into he hit a sweet spot making you moan loudly. 

A pleasant tingling spread through Goshiki’s body at the sound and his cock twitched. Who knew he could get so turned on by a sound. He repeated the action, earning a similar shaky moan this time accompanied by a breathy “Right there,” that made his head spin. 

Not to be outdone, Semi also started fingering you at an angle hitting your g-spot. Your cunt gushed around their hands your hands fisting in the sheets as they continued to finger you. 

“Better,” Ushijima said, smoothing your hair back from your forehead. “Make sure your legs are spread, Love, you have to fit both of them in there,” he said softly, and obediently you shifted your thighs further apart. 

“Ready for more love?” He asked. You gulped and nodded.  

“Stop,” he commanded, and both hands froze. “Pull out your fingers, and taste her,” he said and obediently they both did. You were sweeter than either of them had expected, tasty even. 

“Now, let me show you,” he said yanking you by the hips to the edge of the bed so your legs hanging over the edge. Wakatoshi settled between your legs and licked a long stripe against your folds his tongue-twisting around your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance and start the whole process over again. 

Your hands flew to his hair pushing him closer to you as you whimpered. You weren’t strong enough to hold him there when he pulled away. He sat behind you holding your thighs open with his large hands. 

“Your turn,” he said to the other two. They both moved in at the same time, and neither of them backed down. That was the issue with athletes they were so damn competitive. 

They both seemed to settle into place Semi wrapped his lips around your clit sucking lightly and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue, while Goshiki’s tongue landed against your entrance trying to move the same way your boyfriend had teasing your hole, before sinking inside of you. 

Your thighs trembled in Ushijima’s hands they probably would have snapped shut by now if he wasn’t holding them open. Your hands were lost in semi’s hair, he was the closes to you and you couldn’t help but tug on his white locks every time he sucked on your clit. 

“Good, just listen to how she’s moaning, listen to how good she feels,” he said calmly, All three of them were hard, turned on by your body and needy for some pleasure of their own, but at least for now, it wasn’t about them. 

“Don’t you dare come up until she finishes, She’s going to cum all over your faces and you’re going to like it both of them sped up, groaning against your cunt as they tried their best to get you off. 

“Ah- fuck I-I’m close,” you cried out your hips rolling against their faces. 

“It’s alright, go on and let go,” Ushijima purred in your ear soothingly encouraging you. You cried out in pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. 

“Well done,” Ushijima said letting you go to lay down again on the bed. “You made a girl cum for the first time,” 

The two boys sat back licking their lips and looking at you hungrily. It was about then you realized the situation you were in, just how big these boys were, and how ready they were to wreak you. 

Self consciously you folded in on yourself folding your arms over your chest quickly glancing between the men in your room. 

Ushijima reached to his waist undoing his belt “shall we continue?”

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Mistletoe - Charlie Weasley x Reader

Request: Can I request Charlie having a crush on his hufflepuff!childhood friend where she spends Christmas with the weasleys every year and confesses that he likes her after a prank the twins pulled on them that involves mistletoe??  (A/N: This is actually a request from last year that I never got to. If anyone has holiday requests feel free to send them in :))

Packing up for winter breaks was one of the many things that you looked forward to each December. Since your first year at Hogwarts you had began going home with Charlie Weasley. You two were fast friends, only growing closer throughout your schooling. The only times you were apart were classes and when asleep. This wasn’t by choice, of course. Naps in each other’s arms were just better than alone and had been so for a few years. 

At some point in this friendship you began developing feelings for the ginger. Spending every moment with someone often led to falling out, but with you it was different. You grew closer, and your bond stronger. As you snapped shut the last latch on your trunk you smiled, reminiscing on years prior. 

His family was always kind to you. Once Charlie clarified that you were not dating and just very close friends, things became a little more comfortable. This didn’t prevent Molly from raising an eyebrow when she found you cuddled up on the couch each Christmas and New Year’s Eve. You had started that tradition your first year, falling asleep from exhausting while talking late into the night. 

"Are you ready?” Charlie asked while standing at the entrance to your common room. You smiled, “I literally haven’t slept in three days because I’ve been so excited.” “Alright, goofball. Let’s get home so we can drink some of mom’s hot chocolate.”  You sighed in contentment. “You know me so well.” 

Stepping into the Weasley’s home was like stepping into your own, warm and inviting. Mrs. Weasley made sure to decorate early, preparing for her children to join her once again. After much anticipated hellos, steaming cups of hot cocoa, and hours of storytelling, you retreated to bed. 

Charlie woke you up, as he always did - with a cup of tea and a gentle rub on the back. “Good morning,” he said, transferring one of the mugs in his hands into yours.  “Good morning.” You sat up and opened up the blankets for Charlie to crawl in beside you. “Is everyone already up?” Charlie laughed, “It’s Christmas Eve, Mom’s been up since 4.” You giggled, taking a sip of your tea.  “I can’t wait for dinner, your mom is like the best cook to exist ever.” While you were excited for dinner, you were just as excited for the time before and after spent with Charlie. You leaned into him, and he received you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. 

Crack. The sound startled you just enough to pull away from Charlie. “What was that?” you asked. Charlie just sighed and pointed up at the ceiling. 

Mistletoe. 

You blushed. The twins were many things, but subtle was not one of them. George had caught onto your crush on Charlie early on this year. Other than a few occasional teases, you hadn’t thought much of it. Until now, that is.  “I’ll talk to them,” Charlie says, beginning to stand.  You grab onto his arm, halting his motion, “Don’t. Let’s just see how far they go. Could be kinda funny if we just pretended we didn’t see it,” you said, a mischievous grin of your own now painted on your face.  “I like your style.”

You, of course, did just that. The twins’ best work occurred right before dinner, when the mistletoe began following you and Charlie around. You could feel their shock as you commented, “Mrs. Weasley, you have absolutely outdone yourselves with the decorations this year.” 

Dinner came and went, and you felt more content than you had in a while. The younger children had gone to bed hours ago, awaiting their gifts in the morning. Once everyone else retreated to their own beds, you joined Charlie on the couch. The two of you held mugs of butterbeer in your hands, soaking up the warmth of the ceramics. “Here’s to another great year with you,” Charlie said, gently clinking the edge of his cup to yours. “And many more yet to come,” you said before taking a sip. 

“I don’t think I ever want this to end,” Charlie said, his voice soft.  “Me neither.” You sat shoulder to shoulder, both admiring the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. The tiny lights illuminated Charlie’s face, casting him in a golden glow. He turns to face you, his eyes searching yours. With eyes still locked, a tiny crack echoes through the room. Both sets of eyes wander up, locking on the green plant hanging above your heads. Slowly, your eyes drift down, locking onto Charlie once more. He reaches out, placing a hand on your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” his voice is quiet, but you would never have missed those words.  “Please,” you respond.  Charlie closes the space, leaving you breathless as your lips move in unison. Your hands wander to him, tangling your fingers into his hair. His arms press deeply into your back, pushing you deeper into his chest. You moved together, each desperate to get closer to the other. You needed each other in a way you never knew you could. 

Once you pull apart, you are left sitting on his lap, nuzzled into his chest. His hands wander under your shirt, tracing shapes onto your back. “Can you stay with me forever?” Charlie asks before gently kissing your forehead.  “Always.” 

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