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daddy-dotcom · 4 months

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Bet on Me

Spencer Reid x Sugarbaby Reader

Spencer Reid never loses, especially when the prize is you.

Summary: Reader is a sugar baby for Reid's opponent, and he bets a night with her if he loses to Reid.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, bj, swearing ig?

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This wasn't the first time he'd done this. Granted, the Boss only did it when he was losing a lot of money and needed to sacrifice his "lucky charm." However, this was the first time he bet me and lost, to a man half his age nonetheless. I never liked being used as a gambling chip, but he lost so rarely that I didn't dwell on it too much. The man he was playing only gave us his first name, Spencer, and damn was he good. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was counting the cards. He was slightly cocky, but not in the way that the Boss's usual opponents were. He knew he was good, but he wasn't arrogant. There was an air of confidence to him, almost as if he was guaranteed to win, which was exactly what he did. I'd never seen the Boss this upset before, practically throwing a tantrum on the casino floor. But Spencer won fair and square, more specifically, he had won me.

Under normal circumstances, he would have bet on me as a last resort against some other equally sleazy old man. He would have won and I wouldn't have to worry about the idea of sleeping with a man who I didn't know and who had zero respect for boundaries. While the Boss wasn't exactly in his prime anymore, at least he paid me well and we had strict boundaries in place. But whenever he bet on me, I had no idea what I would be getting into. Something about Spencer being young immediately eased my nerves, especially since he was so lanky and boyish. He was probably close to my age, but you would never be able to tell because he looked like he was barely old enough to be gambling.

"Just go on and get it over with, doll, I'll pick you up in the morning," the Boss said irritably.

I made my way over to Spencer, who was the only one left sitting at the poker table. He sat quite awkwardly for a man who had just swept the entire table. All of the confidence from before had completely melted away.

"Well it looks like I'm yours for the night, Spencer. I'm (Y/N) by the way."

I leaned against the poker table, making sure to show off my best assets. If I was going to have to spend the night with him, I at least wanted to have some fun. Between my day job and being a part-time sugar baby, I didn't have the time or energy to date much. So I planned on taking full advantage of the situation. Even if I didn't end up sleeping with Spencer, there was something about him that made me want to get to know him.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)" he said, and I could tell he was avoiding my gaze. This was most likely because from where he was sitting, his line of sight was directly at my boobs.

"C'mon Spencer, let me buy you a drink."

"Shouldn't I be the one buying you a drink?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Looks like you need it more than I do, pretty boy." I said with a smile as I pulled him by the hand towards the bar.

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"I'm not a hooker by the way. Just putting that out there . . ." I said, suddenly matching Spencer's awkwardness.

"I figured as much," he replied before taking a sip of his drink. "You're very well dressed and your jewelry is definitely real. Which could mean you're a high-end prostitute, which isn't uncommon for Vegas, but your relationship is too close for him to just be a repeat customer. So I assumed you were either a sugar baby or a trophy wife."

"Wow. You got all that just by watching us?"

"It's kind of my job."

"You a PI or something? What kind of job allows you to pick up on all that Mr...?"

"Reid. And it's Dr. Reid actually. I work in the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI."

"No kidding! You? The lanky yet mysterious card counter who hasn't looked me in the eye this entire conversation, works for the FBI?"

“Yes and for the record, I wasn’t counting the cards. . .at least not this time,” he said with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips.

Feeling a little tipsy, I replied by saying "you know, around here that acronym FBI usually stands for Female-"

"Body Inspector, yes I'm familiar with the joke. I grew up getting my head dunked in the toilet by bullies wearing those cheap souvenir shirts from Circus Circus"

"Ah so you're a local too?"

“Yes ma’m, Las Vegas born and raised,” he said before taking another sip of his drink. I took the opportunity to ask him another question.

“So do you have me figured out yet, pretty boy?”

“Well I don’t see a ring on your finger,” he said while finally looking me right in the eyes, “so that leads me to the conclusion that you are a sugar baby.”

I could tell the effects of the alcohol were starting to creep to the surface because he wouldn’t break eye contact with me and his body began leaning towards me when he spoke instead of away. He was less guarded and almost flirtatious, in his own adorable way.

“Ding ding ding, you got me Dr. Reid. I, uh, work as a lab assistant during the day but being his sugar baby is helping with the crushing weight of my student debt.”

“I’m sorry that you have to spend your evenings with that jerk, (Y/N). That was mostly my motivation for accepting his offer to bet on you. I hope you know I wasn’t planning on taking advantage of you or anything, I just wanted to give you a night off from your boss.”

My gaze softened and I tried to push away the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s done for me in a long time, Spencer. Thank you,” I said, gently placing a hand on his thigh.

I saw a wave of crimson begin to appear on his cheeks and he flashed me a smile before saying, “It was my pleasure. I don’t mean to brag but I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187, all of this to say I’m pretty good at cards.”

“Wow! Handsome and smart? Guess you’re not the only one who hit the jackpot tonight,” I said while raising my eyebrows, “but I don’t see a ring on your finger either, Dr. Reid. You’re alone at a bar in Vegas with a pretty girl, so I’m assuming you don’t have anyone waiting for you back home?” I asked, suddenly very interested to know if this smart and adorably sweet man was single.

“So you’ve been profiling me too,” he said with a chuckle, “to answer your question, no I don’t have a wife or a girlfriend or anything like that,” he said, almost enthusiastically. Taking that as a sign, I quickly asked,

“Would you want to come upstairs with me? I just feel so comfortable talking to you and technically you still have the rest of the night with me,” I said with pleading eyes.

“Um . . .sure!” he said with both hesitation and excitement, which I’m assuming is because his desire is going against his better judgment as an FBI agent.

“You agreed to that awfully fast for someone who works for the FBI.”

“I’m not worried. I’ve been watching my drink the entire night, and I’ve been profiling you, remember?”

At this point, we were both beaming at each other like a couple of idiots; I had to stop myself from yanking this man’s arm making a run for the elevator.

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"It's nice to be with a guy who doesn't have an AARP card for once."

"Actually, it’s a common misconception that the service is limited to people 50 and over. You can apply for a membership once you turn 18," he rambled, causing me to giggle.

"You're cute," I replied, placing a hand on the inner part of his thigh. We stayed there for a moment, our eyes fixed on one another with a blush creeping up on Spencer's cheeks. I could see his Adam's apple bob as he gulped, and I could almost swear the crotch of his pants looked tighter than before.

"W-we don't have to do anything you know," he said, finally breaking the silence.

"I know. . . " I said as I leaned in close, "but what if I want to?"

I took a chance and pressed my lips to his. I let them linger there to gauge his reaction before going any further, not wanting to scare the poor man away. After a few seconds, he didn't pull away and I took the quickened pace of his breathing as a sign to kiss him more. I began slowly at first and his lips followed my lead. To my surprise, he brought his hand up to tangle his fingers in my hair and I moaned into his mouth at the contact. Our kisses quickly became hungry and passionate, and there was no denying the now obvious bulge in his pants. I moved my hand from his thigh and began rubbing him over his pants. This time, he was the one who let out a groan, the sound of which motivated me to force my tongue into his mouth. He tightened his grip on my hair, but I pulled away to tend to his growing erection. He remained seated on the edge of the bed as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Y-you don't have to-" he stuttered with wide eyes.

"Spencer, it's okay, I want to."

He didn't protest further and I began to unbuckle his belt. I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to let his cock free. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to jerk him, causing him to hiss at the contact. I teased him a little by licking the tip of his dick before I placed his entire length, or as much of him as I could fit, in my mouth.

"Oh my god” he groaned, with his eyes screwed shut. I continued to bob my head up and down his cock, his hand finding that familiar place in my hair where he began to tug again. My. pace was purposefully slow, dragging out each suck to earn a moan from Spencer. It was thrilling to be in control of the situation for once. As I sped up my motions, his hands were practically ripping the strands from my head. The wetness pooling between my legs was becoming too much to ignore, so I released my grip on Spencer's cock and used his thighs to push myself back up from my spot on the floor.

"Spencer. . ." I whined, planting myself onto his lap, "I need you."

I took his hand and guided him to the heat between my legs. I shimmied up my dress to allow him to feel the wetness that now soaked my panties. We both let out a gasp as his fingers became slick at the touch.

"It's been a while since anyone's made me feel like this," I admitted. I felt safe in his presence, especially since judging by his reactions, he doesn't do this very often either.

“I-I don’t have a-,"

“Don’t worry, I’m 90% sure we’re both clean and I’m on the pill. Trust me I’m not trying to scam you for child support or anything.”

I could feel his body relax underneath me after reassuring him. I pressed my lips to his once again, our kiss more sensual and intimate than before. Seizing the rare opportunity to be on top, I had one hand on his shoulder for support and the other on his dick to line him up with my entrance. It was almost dizzying how good it felt as I finally sank down onto his length.

“Oh god, Spencer.”

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, completely overwhelmed by the few of him stretching me out. Once I was comfortable, I slowly began rocking my hips. We were a mess of breathy moans and strings of profanities escaped my lips as I began bouncing on his cock.

“Fuck Spence, you you’re so big.”

It’s always the skinny, shy guys.

“(Y/N) you feel so good,” he grunted as he bucked his hips up in an attempt to fuck me even harder. After observing his reactions to my every move so far, I knew he wasn’t going to last long. But he was fucking me so good that I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Yes baby keep fucking me like that.”

His hips continued with their relentless pace and our bodies slammed against each other again and again. It wasn’t much longer until his thrusts became sloppy and he finished inside of me with one last resounding groan. We stayed that way for a while, just grateful for the intimate connection. Once we finally caught our breath, I spoke up.

“Well you still have a few hours with me Dr. Reid, what do you propose we do?” I said with a smirk.

“We should probably go to bed, I have to catch my flight back to D.C. in the morning. . . but maybe after we do that again.”

“I’m all yours Spencer.”

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Not 100% confident about this one but lmk what y'all think :) thanks fro all the love so far besties

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nanivinsmoke · 6 months

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Bestfriend’s Toy

Gojo x F!Reader

had to reupload because tumblr found my og picture nsfw. baby that’s what I write here! anyways, enjoy ~

summary ~ gojo uses you as his toy, whenever, where ever he wants. gojo x f!reader

warnings ~ dom, sub, dominate male, sub reader, cream pies, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, breeding, public sex, exhibitionism and more!

the sound of squelching and loud creaks of the bed vibrated throughout the room. their bodies moved in sync as they indulged in one another. her moans were muffled by her pink laced panties that the male had put into her mouth, as he pounded her cunt sloppy.

he was underneath her, supporting her from the top, as he jackhammered her hard; her wetness making a white slippery mess on his cock. her legs were weak and wobbly, yet she was taking his dick perfectly. “mmm. take my load. yeah?” she nodded her head quickly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

he pounded faster and harder, his mushroom tip kissing her spot each time. his warm thick load pooled inside of her as his stroke became sloppy. her eyes began to roll back and that feeling came in her stomach once again, but before she could enjoy it he pulled out of her immediately, making tears brim her eyes and whimpers muffling against the fabric.

he chuckled and pulled her panties out, letting her speak her mind, “gojo…..” she whined looking at him with sad eyes, wanting to feel complete. “what’s the matter, doll?” he teased as he grabbed his boxers, knowing exactly what she wanted. “please…please let me finish,” she begged and spread her thick thighs, which let his kids flow out of her.

“my toys don’t get to finish. now be a good cum dump and put those back on, you’re wasting it” he pointed at the pink garments lying next to her, before he continued to get dressed.

y/n and gojo were best friends. they met in college and did everything together, even working at the same job as each other. one night during a game of strip poker, y/n had the winning streak but the tables turned in gojo’s favor, which ended up having the game end up as a tie. as a tie breaker he suggested something different, something that changed their relationship forever. to make that long and lewd story short, they ended up being a six and a nine that night, seeing who could cum first. he was the loser that time, but seeing how well she could make him cum loads, he decided on making her his fuck toy and she obliged.

“your receipt is in the bag, enjoy your day. beautiful” the customers squealed and smiled as Gojo flirted with them, exiting the store while giggling and talking about how cute he was. while he was putting their cash into the drawer, he glanced over at the girl that was crouching next to him, shivering and whimpering as the toy that was inserted inside her went rampant inside her hole.

“you didn’t make any noise, good girl. as your reward, im going to turn the toy off for now. in the meantime, you can go stock the shelves” his blue eyes trailed over to the next customer walking into their convenience store and a smirk appeared on his face.

waddling over to an isle, y/n moved slow as she was still weak from being overstimulated a few minutes ago. her panties were soaked with her fluids, making it uncomfortable for her to move around, she had came so much she was sure he drained her. but, the thought of being caught, the thought of someone hearing the buzzing of the toy, the thought of someone finding out what she was doing; made her blush. gojo had brought out a side she didn’t know she had. she liked it.

the customer that entered the store looked around puzzled, not able to find what they were looking for, which made the white haired male smile. he knew exactly what to do, “you need help miss?” his smile seemed genuine, but it was hardly that. “oh im looking for this,” the woman pointed at her phone and that cause gojo’s smile to widen more. “ah yes, that’s down that aisle. there should be a woman down there that can help you,” his smile was bright and the woman nodded her head.

“miss? can you help me find something that im looking for?” the woman’s voice called out to y/n who turned around and nodded with a smile, slowly waddling over to her. “Oh, that’s over he—OH!” gojo had turned on the toy once again, putting it on the highest setting. “are yoh alright miss–oh my god!” y/n had dropped to her knees, as the orgasm came upon her. the orgasm she so desperately needed caused her legs to go weak. her breathing picked up and her mind went blank.

“oh my! sorry about her, she hadn’t slept much. here! this is on the house. Im going to take care of her for a bit. thanks for stopping at our store” gojo handed the woman the item she was looking for before picking y/n’s body up and making his way to the back room. when the two were finally alone, she was still in her daze as gojo stared at her with a smirk with the remote in hand. “how many times did you cum?”

her eyes fluttered up to his, “five times…” she replied weakly and he chuckled before turning off the toy with the remote. he swiftly pulled down his zipper and pushed his hard cock through the hole and with no hesitation he slipped y/n’s panties to the side; his pink tip at her slick entrance before he stopped. his blue crystal eyes met her’s for a brief moment, before she looked away and bucked her hips closer to him and pushed him inside. “shit! attagirl. taking me so well”

her wetness immediately coated his dick, creating a film of cream over it, “you came again didn’t you?” he already knew the answer as he felt her walls contract around him. she nodded weakly her eyes fixtated on the door behind them, her ears perked up when she heard the store’s door chime on the opposite side of the door. “oh? you got excited didn’t you? let’s make sure they can hear you take this dick”

he slammed his hips foreward, pushing himself deeper inside of her making her yelp out. He continued this action more, loving the noises she finally decided to let out. “mmm. so fucking sexy, I can do it inside?” he groaned softly, stroking in and out of her sopping wet cunt. she nodded frantically hearing the customers call out for them.

gojo’s strokes became sloppier and fast paced, and his dick twitched inside of her. y/n’s orgasm came crashing down on her hard, her body twitched and her back arched, “YES!” gojo let out his load inside of her, his thick white semen dripped out of her when he pulled out.

“you know I’m going to punish you later for cumming so much, right? now, let’s go see what they want”

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pumpkinheadspacestation · 2 months

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Agere age guide

3 years addition

Hi every tiny and big! Make sure to check out my previous age guides!

Intro post

One year babies

Two year babies

I also want to add that not everything here will be accurate to all toddlers that regress to the threes and age regression is very fluid and individual to each and every tiny!

Traits And Behaviors

☠︎︎This is about the age that tiny tots start to identify with gender, they may gravitate towards certain styles and colors now

☠︎︎They can follow simple and short instructions

☠︎︎Now is about the age that these tiny tots start to like playing with other kiddos, instead of parallel play, they may enjoy playing together in games like dolls, they may build blocks together, simple puzzles are good too

☠︎︎Along side with being more interested in companionship, these kiddos may have a hard time sharing and need to be taught how to share

☠︎︎Usually in the two to three age range, these tots are just figuring out their emotions and learning how to manage their big feels, that being said, they may have a lot harder time regulating their emotions and they may have tantrums and meltdowns.

☠︎︎These babies are speaking in full sentences and are starting to express their needs with words and actions

☠︎︎Tots in their threes are starting to spring and walk around freely, you may catch them starting to climb things, jumping about, and running around the house. Even with these teeny toddlers starting to run about, their balance isn't the best yet, so make sure to be there in case they fall

☠︎︎These babies are starting to use the potty by themselves! Babies anywhere from 1.5-3 are starting to potty train, you may want to have these tots in pull ups when they go to bed but slowly, they'll become fully potty trained and need less and less help in the bathroom!

Activities

☠︎︎These tots are well on their way to doing most anything else any other kiddo can do! Big kid games may not be the best fit but most other things are on the table!

☠︎︎Sensory toys are tons of fun for these little babies, play-doh, sensory cubes, rattles and new textures to experience are lots of fun for these babies

☠︎︎Water play is a new and fun thing for these babies! Set up a fun bath with toys and bubbles and bath bombs and it'll sure be a blast for your regressor

☠︎︎These tiny tykes are starting to have more fun playing outside, mud pies and playing in the sprinkler are a must outside in the summertime and snowmen and Snowball fights will be tons of fun in the winter

☠︎︎Babies this age are starting to enjoy puzzles, playing puzzle games and putting together puzzles can be great fun for tots in their threes

The Foooddsss

These lil ones enjoy simpler tasting food, not many threes enjoy elaborate meals, a turkey sandwich with apple slices will do just fine. These babies are starting to figure out what they like and don't like, they've been eating solid foods for a bit now and they're trying new foods everyday. It's also important to note that these teenies are at a snacking age, they're rarely interested in sitting down to have a big meal three times a day, it's better to offer a bunch of small snacks throughout the day.

Shows And Movies

Similar to the ones and twos, these tiniest enjoy animated shows, maybe shows with shorter episodes since now these babies are up and running around. Movies may be a little too long for these tiny tykes but short shows are great, turning on shows like bluey, Daniel tiger or doc mcstuffins are great shows for these babies.

Boundaries And Safeties!

I think the most important note I could give everyone cg reading this post is just to get to know your tot, it can be awkward to bring up their tiny space especially if your baby is shy but the awkward conversations are important! Ask your baby what shows they like, what makes them feel safe, whether they like pull ups or they're potty trained, what foods they like, if they like to sleep with cg or they like to sleep in a crib, important questions

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saiyanmyname · 4 months

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Hi, I just want to wish everyone a lovely Christmas, however you’re spending it Xx

My gift to you is this goofy pic of Endeavor… and a reader insert ;)

Enji kept looking at the clock, how much longer until his shift was over? Just over half an hour.

He couldn’t believe they were making him work Christmas, especially since he’d done so the previous three years. Not that he had anything to go back home to, but he’d rather be at home doing nothing, instead of having to watch all of the happy families out and about on Christmas Day. He almost found himself wishing a terrible villain would turn up, at least then he’d have something to do, turns out even villains took Christmas Day off. He chuckled to himself at his own silent joke.

“Merry Christmas Endeavor”

“Still working Endeavor? Have a good Christmas”

Why did people have to talk to him? He grunted and nodded. He’d never liked dealing with the public, it was partly why he made himself so unapproachable, because he was scared of talking to people, making small talk was something that came naturally to most of the pros, but he’d always been introverted. Not that you’d believe it if you’d seen him, with those flashy flames and booming voice, but it was just an act, an act to get by.

That’s when he saw them, five of the most perfect mince pies, stacked neatly in a row of three and a row of two, they looked delicious, pale shortcrust pastry and sugar on top that had been caramelised to a hard shell, they were in pale blue and green festive foil wrappers, and he had to have them. He checked his watch, and peered through the window biting his lip hungrily, it looked like they were closing, it would be impolite to go in now, so close to closing time, but he just had to have one. He didn’t have any at home, and it would be a terrible thing not to have at least one on Christmas Day. He’d rather hoped Fuyumi might bring him some, but she was away on a trip for Christmas.

“Are you sure you’ll be Ok on your own dad?” She’d asked.

“Of course, it’ll be fine, go and enjoy yourself.”

He’d replied, it was a lie, and now he had no mince pies at two minutes to five on Christmas Day.

He pushed on the door and the little bell rang. He tried to sound casual.

“Oh sorry, are you closing?”

“Yes, I was.” You reply bluntly, without looking up from sweeping the floor, back turned.

“Oh…” he was not expecting this response, he was Endeavor, usually people went the extra mile for a hero, he was stunned.

You paused waiting to hear the bell as he left, but he didn’t move. You leant your broom against the counter.

“Look, I’ve just closed up, you’ll have to…” you turned, the last person you’d expected to see was Endeavor. His flames were roaring from his jaw and his boots, snow had started to fall outside, but the the windows had already started to steam from the intensity of his heat.

You briefly wondered how his wife had ever gotten close enough to him to produce four children, he was hotter than the sun, but then again, you’d heard she’d had an ice quirk.

Enji looked at you, trying to discern the look on your face, you looked like you were solving a mathematical puzzle.

“Could you move away from there?”

“Sorry, from where?”

“Behind you, you’ll melt the truffles.”

“Oh, I’m sorry” he stepped forward.

“What is it you want?” You asked folding your arms across your chest. It brought his eyes to hover briefly over your breasts. You noticed and tried not to smirk.

What was the number one hero doing waltzing into your shop and checking you out?

“Are you this rude to all your customers?” He asked bluntly, he shouldn’t have said that. He realised straight after he said it, but he still really wanted those mince pies.

You replied before he could apologise.

“Only the ones I like” You smirked, wiping your hands on your apron. His eyes hovering over you again, where of course they shouldn’t be. You wondered if it was only more noticeable because his eyes were so glaringly blue, so bright and icy against the billowing flames that burst around his face. “Do you check out all your shop keepers?”

“I was not…” He stepped back.

“Truffles!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry” he said jumping forwards again. “You should put them somewhere further from the natural place to stand”

“Most of my customers aren’t on fire.”

God this was awkward, he shouldn’t have come in, this was exactly the kind of social exchange he hated, it was uncomfortable.

“So, what can I get you?” Your face softened, you had a lovely smile he realised. His heart settled a little, and his flames reduced.

“Um… the mince pies in the window.” He paused, you looked like you were waiting for something. “Please.” He added, tentatively.

“Sure, how many would you like?”

“All of them…” You raised you eyebrows waiting again. “Please” he added gruffly. You were winning and he didn’t like it. Making him say please, it was annoying… and maybe a touch erotic? He tried to get the thought out of his head, but it stayed like one of those trick candles, reappearing with a flicker.

You took them out of the window.

“One each is it?” It was common knowledge he had four children, but he felt it a little presumptuous of you to ask. Or was that small talk? He wasn’t sure.

“No, I’ll be on my own.”

“Ah, me too.” There was that smile again, like butter, your lips… they were really… pretty. He thought to himself. “Big appetite fighting all those villains?” He was fairly sure you were mocking him now, the question was rhetorical.

You placed them in a white box. With six gaps. “Room for one more if you want anything else?”

He was still thinking about your retort about spending Christmas alone.

“Excuse me?” He asked, wondering if he’d heard you wrong.

“Box holds six, you have five, do you want anything else?”

“Oh, of course.” He held his chin, gazing down at the glass cabinet. Most of the really good things had sold out, but there was still too much to choose from, aside from the five mince pies. He was rather pleased with himself about getting those.

“Spoilt for choice?” You leant over the counter. “Need some help Endeavor?”

The way you added his name at the end of the sentence made him blush, what was it about the way you said it that made it sound so intimate.

“I think so…” he hummed.

“Ok:” you jumped up squatting down behind the other side of the glass.

“These ones,” you tapped the glass, “are a big hit, they’re custard on the inside but with a hard crème brûlée type topping, most people think they’re going to be soft until they bite into them, and they are, but I just like the way the crunch adds something special to the experience. Custard pastries are usually a hit with men, I don’t know why. Sound like something you might like?”

“Perhaps,” you were really quite passionate about the subject. He smiled, you were pleased you’d managed to break down a barrier, Endeavor wasn’t known for smiling, it felt like a little win.

“Well I’ll take one out for you try. Then we have these, don’t confuse them with mince pies, they’re Eccles cakes.”

“But they’re not cakes?” He looked at them confused.

“Look, I didn’t invent them so take it up with the name police. What does Endeavor mean anyway?”

“What do you mean, what does it mean?” You’d struck a nerve you realised, this could prove interesting.

“They’re filled with currants rather than mincemeat and then wrapped in flakey pastry, that’s what sets them apart from a mince pie. Hawks flies, Jeanist… jeans, All Might is a cool name because he’s ‘All Mighty’ and strong etc, so I’ve always been curious, why just Endeavor? Why not… Flamey McFlame Face?” You giggled. “Sorry I wasn’t being rude, I promise, I just assumed I may not have another chance to ask.”

“They sound good, could I try one of those too?” He paused then “I’ll pay for these too of course?” He added hastily.

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask since I need to get rid of the stock, but since you’ve offered, how about I do you a deal?”

“Ok.”

“Good.” You didn’t mention anything further about the deal and it got his mind ticking.

You continued to explain each of the different flavour and textures of the treats, they all sounded delicious.

You glanced at the clock, you’d been going through all the different items for about quarter of an hour, he’d chosen four to try, although he’d struggled to whittle it down to so few.

“I’d really like to try them all.”

“Well if you’re really good maybe Santa will let you.” You smirked. “Maybe not all in one day though.”

You were definitely flirting with him, at least he thought so, people didn’t tend to flirt with Endeavor, he was unapproachable, and that’s the way he liked it, or so he’d thought.

He decided to try his luck.

“I am good, very good actually.” He said, picking up the first pastry.

“Oh?” The corner or your mouth twitched. “Then you’ll have to show me.” You leant over the counter.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” He said as he finished it up.

“Isn’t it?” You grinned, eyes lit up.

“How do you make these?” He asked, mouth half full, chewing away.

“Trade secrets.”

“Hmm, I bet.” Endeavor raised an eyebrow.

He made the rest of his way through them deciding to buy the remainder of each, 1, 3, 1, and 5. He smirked. All your stock was in odd numbers and all the boxes were even. A smart way to suggest people leave with more than they intended to buy.

“What’s your quirk?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Is it perhaps a… disappearing quirk?”

“Very perceptive Endeavor. People do like filling things up. It’s not illegal, reducing your stock is it?”

He leant over the counter in the same way that you were. Suddenly you felt very very close, noses almost touching.

“Would you like it to be?” His voice was almost lower up close, you could feel the heat from his flames and the breeze of his breath. He was actually quite good looking up close.

“Why, will you arrest me Endeavor.”

“No,” he grinned, a boyish grin that you rather liked. “The police arrest people, I just bring them to justice for what they’ve done.”

You were blushing now, you didn’t think he’d pluck up the courage to be so blunt, afterall you’d be coaxing him for about half an hour or so now.

His lips brushed yours teasingly, an invitation to open your mouth, his hand sliding gently around the side of your neck. His fingers big enough that he could stroke his thumb down your cheek, you bit his lip gently and he groaned. You found yourself leaning further over the counter, hands in his hair, pulling it a little, he groaned again. You smirked as he kissed you, you were fairly sure he liked it a little rough.

“Hold on” he paused, making his way around behind the counter. “Mind if come back here?” He asked, arms instinctively wrapping around you, leaning to kiss you again. He was a good kisser, and it was better now the counter wasn’t in the way, you could feel his whole body against you. You wondered if his kiss would feel just as good elsewhere. “So…” he continued, speaking, about an inch away from your ear. “About this deal?”

“Only if you say please.”

#endeavor mha #enji todoroki #endeavor x reader #enji x you #minors dni #endeavor x y/n #enji todoroki imagine #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #enji todoroki smut #endeavor x female reader

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softcrow · 3 months

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middle!soap and gaz who are balls of sunshine and energy but also being traumatized and the tram working together to make them feel safe and comfortable

soap is a tidal wave of energy, he goes and goes until he crashes. always needing something to occupy his mind and body to keep him from spiraling. he loves lego, as well as puzzles, but his favorite are the electronics kits.

laswell had seen a few raspberry pi kits for sale one day and thought that they might intrigue soap. he always wanted to be tinkering in the bomb range when regressed despite being banned for safety, and these would let him experiment with electronics safely.

she was right, soap immediately jumped right into one and he was delighted that he could make working electronics, his favorite was the one that made a working computer. ever since laswell has always tired to bring at least one new kit or coding book for him.

he constantly tests boundaries, needing to know that he's still safe and cared for even if he breaks rules or messes up. price realized what was going on pretty quickly and whenever soap causes trouble the first thing he does is reassure soap that he still loves him.

gaz is a touch quieter then soap, a bit less inclined to break rules and test boundries, though he definitely knows how adorable he is and will use that to his advantage.

gaz loves building and making things, he loves lego as much as soap. where soap carefully constructs kits gaz loves to build creations from his imagination, often creating elaborate scenes.

when ghost introduced him to minecraft it was a revelation. it quickly became his favorite activities and he has worlds where he's created entire villages. he especially loves when soap gets into code and programming because he starts making mods for gaz that let him build even more elaborate creations.

his other favorite is the making dioramas, usually fantasy scenes, soap was so proud to use his knowledge of art to help laswell and price pick out paints and other art supplies for gaz's creations

gaz has a tendency to withdraw rather then push like soap when feeling insecure. feeling like he'd be causing trouble with his needs. this has been helped by soap and ghost being extremely affectionate towards him, ghost especially will seek him out for cuddles when regressed which helps in keeping gaz feeling secure and loved.

just the two of them being spoiled and loved by the whole team, being able to feel safe and happy and cared for.

#cod agere #🐦‍⬛ crow crows #agere fanfic #fandom agere #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #have some headcanons while i continue to struggle writing price for more then two lines #call of duty #finding a family 🐦‍⬛

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misshoneyimhome · 8 months

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Too lost in you

Tags: soft!Auston; Auston Matthews x reader; blurb;

A/N: so this is completely stolen from the movie "Love Actually", the scene where Juliet finds out about Mark's feelings for her - I only altered it a bit ❤️

If you haven't seen the movie, you've missed out on a classic! 😉 or you're too young to be here... or I'm too old to be here 😂

Baby, I'm too lost in you Caught in you Lost in everything about you So deep I can't sleep, I can't think I just think about the things you do I'm just too lost in you

It was a few weeks after Mitch and Stephanie's wedding, and you were eager to get your hands on the videos Auston had captured throughout the day and evening. You knew he had taken some fantastic shots.

However, when you approached Auston about seeing the videos, he seemed hesitant, leaving you puzzled.

Your relationship with Auston was far from close. He had never made an effort to get to know you, even though you often found yourselves at gatherings or parties with the Toronto Maple Leafs crowd. He rarely engaged in direct conversations with you, and any time you were left alone together by accident, it never lasted more than a couple of minutes. Compared to many of the other guys, Auston was practically a stranger to you.

Despite this, you had heard through the grapevine that Auston had the best videos from the wedding. Given your close friendship with Stephanie, you and some of your girlfriends had decided to embark on a little project for her – some heartfelt video content.

As days passed with Auston avoiding your calls and messages, you decided to take matters into your own hands. And you knew he was at home, thanks to a tip from Mitch.

“Pecan pie?” you excitedly offered, holding the box containing the pie in your hand, as Auston swung the door open.

Auston was taken aback when he opened the door to find you standing there. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated your unexpected visit. He had likely thought that ignoring you would keep you at bay, but your determination had led you straight to his doorstep.

“No, thanks,” he replied softly, frowning a little.

“Thank god,” you said a bit nervously. “It would have broken my heart, if you’d said yes.” You offered him a friendly smile.

“Alright well,” he spoke. “Lucky you.”

“Can I come in?” you asked, again showing your excitement.

But Auston hesitated. “Oh well, eh…” he said, but you slowly began to enter his condo. “I was busy-“

You knew he was trying to avoid you again, so you decided to stand firm and complete the mission.

“Well, I was just passing,” you interrupted, as you kept walking into the living room of his condo. “And I thought we might check that video thing out. I thought I might be able to swap it with some pie or… or maybe, Munchies?” you cheekily suggested, pulling a snack bar out of your pocket, offering Auston a cute smile.

“Actually, I was being serious,” he said, as he faced you standing in the centre of his living room. “I don’t know where it is,” he shrugged - “I’ve poked around and-“

“Auston,” you interrupted him once again. “Can I say something?” you said in your sweetest voice possible.

“Yeah,” he looked a bit down into the floor.

You took in a deep breath before speaking. “I know you’re Mitch’s best friend… and I know you’ve never particularly warmed to me,” you added again a little nervous.

Auston moved slightly avoiding eye contact as you spoke. He tried to indicate that he'd want to say something.

“No, don’t argue,” you added, and he straightened with his cap. “We’ve never got friendly, but I just wanted to say that I hope that it can change, I’m nice, I really am, apart from my terrible taste in pies, and it would be great if we could be friends,” you basically blurted out.

Auston looked directly at you before he again turned his look away a little, awkwardly tugging his hands in his pockets.

“Absolutely… Absolutely,” he replied softly, still awkwardly moving in his place. He paused for a few seconds.

“… Great,” you simply said, and turned to look in another direction as well, sensing the awkwardness between you.

“Doesn’t mean we’ll be able to find the video though,” Auston quickly added as you started to move around in his living room, him quick to follow you. “I had a real search when you first called and I couldn’t find any trace of it, so…”

He was right behind you as you were looking around at the mountain of photos and USB-sticks lying on his coffee table.

“Well, there’s one USB here that says, ‘Mitch and Steph Wedding video’,” you said as you picked up the little plastic item with a small white label on it. “Do you think we’re on the right track?” you offered him a friendly smile again.

“Oh yeah… well, wow…” he said, acting a bit surprised, trying his best to keep his cool facade. “That… that could be it,” he said, tugging on his cap again, as you sat down onto the sofa and plucked it into his already turned-on laptop.

“Do you mind if I just,” you said as you were already preparing to play it.

“Ehm, I probably already deleted the content…” he quickly said, trying to you stop you from what you were doing. “Or maybe there’s just a lot of hockey videos on that one… oh”

But you had already pressed play and the video was about to start. Auston stood a few steps away from you, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop what was about to unfold.

“Oh bingo,” you said as the music played and the video of Stephanie walking into the beautiful wedding scene started to show. She was slowly walking down the flowery scenery, and a couple of the guests were captured as well, looking all mesmerised at her.

Auston was still just fumbling with his hand as he was standing next to you, also looking at the screen.

“That’s lovely,” you added softly. “Oh well done you,” you gasped as the video of the wedding continued to play. “Oh, that’s gorgeous.”

The video showed a few close ups of Stephanie in her absolutely stunning wedding gown, her hair and make-up all perfectly done. “Thank you so much Auston, this is exactly what I was hoping for.”

Auston held his arms tightly close to his body, as he took a hand to his forehead.

The video started to show a few shots of the guests, where you were captured in several of them. You smiled as he had caught your best angles and you could really see your amazing outfit and make-up, which you had spent weeks on perfectioning.

“I look quite pretty,” you lightly chuckled, as more shots of you were running over the display. You smiled. The video was amazing.

“You’ve stayed rather close, haven’t you,” you chuckled, turning your head to look at Auston, who’s expression was turning a little sad, and he’d started to blush.

But you didn’t notice. You simply laughed and turned back to face the screen.

And his heart dropped as the video was getting closer to the end.

In this very moment, he could cry - scream and crawl into a whole. He knew what was coming.

You smiled as the soft music kept playing, but you started to notice how all of the videos were of you. From a distance, zoomed in. From different angles, and different times during the night. When you were posing with the girls, when you were dancing with some of the other guests, and when you were eating a bite of the cake.

In fact, all of the shots were of you.

The soft music kept playing, and you were about to say something, when you slowly realised… it was all about you.

You stared at the laptop screen as the final videos continued.

Auston had only taken video shots of you during the evening. No one else - but you.

You slowly turned your head to look at Auston, but he was just starring at the screen with wide eyes and lightly biting down on his fingers.

You could tell there was something going on inside his head.

You’d found out.

Even the final shot of Stephanie and Mitch waving goodbye to the crowd, was of you.

You bit down your bottom lip. “They’re all of me…” you said with a low tone of voice.

“Yeah… yeah… yes,” Auston softly replied.

You watched it to the end. And then the music stopped.

You sat there. On his sofa. Speechless.

“But” you stammered. “You never talk to me… you always talk to everyone else”.

Auston didn’t say anything, just simply shrugged.

“You don’t like me,” you added, offering Auston a puzzled expression.

He was blinking several times, looking away from you before he said something. “I hope it’s useful.” His voice was low and nervous. “Don’t… show it around too much… it needs a … bit of… editing… look, I’ve got to get to… a…lunch, early lunch - you can just show yourself out, ‘kay…” he said, then walked away from you, before stopping again. “It’s a… self-preservation, you see,” he added before he walked out into the hallway, and out of the door.

Leaving you baffled and alone on his sofa.

#auston matthews imagine #auston matthews #auston x reader #toronto maple leafs fic #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey fic

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mathysphere · 2 months

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Pi Day Cross-Stitch Connections, Day 1: it begins!

You play by putting words into groups of four based off of some connection-- could be a physical connection, or a linguistic one, or anything. There's no limit on guesses for these, and once you've found all four groups, you win!

[ 2024 puzzles tag ] [ all pi day puzzles tag ]

#cross stitch #embroidery #connections #nyt connections #pi day puzzles 2024 #pi day puzzles #lets!!#go!!!!!!

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aliensufo · 3 months

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Ramasse-moi, Quand Tu Voudrais.

(moodboard by me)

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

no warnings c:

a/n: sorry this is short! i wanted something for valentine’s day but im not feeling writing a lot. i decided to add lyrics of a song i like! (sorry if anything is wrong, i haven’t spoke french since my high school class.)

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Je te laisserai des mots

En-dessous de ta porte

En-dessous de les murs qui chantent

You had moved into a new apartment. It was cozy and affordable, perfect for what you needed at the moment. It had been two weeks since you settled in, loving the new atmosphere. You had met your hot neighbor, Steve, when he assisted you with moving furniture.

It was one night when you were heading to make sure your door was locked when the white square on your floor caught your eye. You bent over to pick it up, turning the paper over to reveal a white envelope with a red sticker.

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent

Cachés dans les trous de ton divan

Carefully peeling the sticker off, you slipped the next white paper out. You unfolded it, revealing the handwriting.

Et quand tu es seule pendant un instant

Looking at the bottom of the sheet, you see a very small signed name, Steve, as if he didn’t want you to see it. You flushed, not believing the confession. How could someone as beautiful as him go for you?

You unlocked your door, stepping to his right next door and knocking. He opened the door, about to question when he saw the paper in your hand. A smile graced his face, looking at the gears turning in your head.

Ramasse-moi

Quand tu voudrais.

He reached forward, gathering you in a hug. You squeezed him back, inhaling his intoxicating scent. He pulled back, looking at you again in silent.

Embrasse-moi

Quand tu voudrais

You surged forward, finally connecting your lips to his. It was like a puzzle, your lips fitting together perfectly. His were like silk, perfect in every way like you expected.

This brought tears to your eyes, Steve realizing instantly. He held your face, scanning it. “I’m sorry..do you not want this?” He looked scared, but also caring and trusting.

You shook your head, never wanting this to end. “You’re just so perfect…i can’t believe you’d choose me.”

He gave you a small, soft smile. It was so warm and comforting, just like the snug hug he provided for comfort.

Ramasse-moi

Quand tu voudrais.

fin.

#steve harrington #joe keery #steve harrington fanfic #fanfic #steve harrington x reader #not very confident #be honest i want criticism #Spotify

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bibli0thecary · 2 years

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Donut Fall In Love

pairing (s): marc spector x reader, slight mention of steven grant

word count: 1.3k

warning (s): none

moon knight masterlist

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Marc woke up that day, knowing what he wanted to eat for breakfast. He had been thinking about it since last night as his stomach growled and all he could think of was a donut. He did not have a tremendous love for donuts, but suddenly he just wanted to eat one so much and he was determined to buy it that morning.

Nothing could stop him from buying his donut, and even if Khonshu could scream into his ears, he would not care. He wanted his donut and he was going to have it.

Making his way into the small bakery near Steven’s home, his heart soared as he laid his eyes on the display cases. He could see freshly baked bread and colourful pastries that made his mouth water. There was so many different pastries that he lost count of them but he was just there for a donut.

Then Marc saw it.

There it was, a lone donut in the display case. There was only one left, waiting for him to buy it. The donut looked so fluffy and moist, covered in a thick chocolate glaze with some sprinkles on top of it.

He could imagine himself eating it right now, but as he was about to go and make his dream come true— Someone else reached for the final donut in the case. You had a smile on your face, happy that you managed to grab it before somebody else did, and you went to pay for it.

Marc’s eyes grew wide and he did not even realise he was practically running to you, taking you by surprise. Now both of you and the cashier were staring at him, and he just noticed how beautiful you were.

“May I help you?”

You asked, trying to be polite even if he could see your confusion and annoyance in your eyes. He almost lost his words, realising that he was embarrassing himself in front of a stranger because of a donut. Oh, his donut. At the thought of it, he composed himself and straightened his back.

“That donut is mine.”

He blurted out, ignoring Steven who was scolding him for acting so dramatic over a donut. He always accused Steven for overreacting, but now he was the one who would fight someone over his breakfast.

“Yours?”

You were bewildered, tilting your head a bit as you eyed him carefully. Marc could hear the cashier snickering at him, but he still did not budge. There was nobody else waiting in the line, hence the cashier took him as nothing but a morning entertainment.

“Yes, I wanted to buy it but you grabbed it first.”

His voice was stern and cold, and it would scare you if he was not talking about a donut, but he was. You fought back a smile when you realised how adamant this man was about getting his donut. Also, you were not blind to see how attractive he was.

“I’ve been wanting to eat a donut since last night.”

Marc did not know why he was telling you this, but when you finally cracked a smile, something blossomed in his chest. You nodded, trying not to laugh at his face. It would be mean to laugh at someone who just wanted his donut.

“Okay, you can have the donut.”

Marc was shocked. He was expecting you to shoo him away, but you were doing the complete opposite of it. Seeing his puzzled eyes, you gestured at the chocolate glazed donut.

“It’s yours, sir. I have my cookies and pies so I think I will be fine without a donut.”

You grinned at him, and he realised you were really giving him the donut. He nodded weakly, thanking you as he started to feel foolish with what he was doing. Heat rushed from his stomach to his chest when you nudged him with your elbow playfully, telling him that it was not a trouble.

His excitement died down when he dug in his pocket, desperately looking for his wallet that he was sure was there. He gritted his teeth when he realised he must have forgotten his wallet when he was rushing to get to the bakery.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him, and now he knew he had to let you have the donut since he was being careless enough not to bring any money. But before he could say anything to you, you already paid for your pastries, including the donut.

Marc was pouting now, seeing the donut fell into your hands because of his own mistake. But then you handed him the donut which was put in a small box. He took it, his eyes never leaving yours.

“My treat.”

You said, flashing him the prettiest smile he had ever seen. Unbeknownst to him, you were watching him with a smile as he could not find his wallet. You could tell from the frown on his face, that he was embarrassed and there was no way you would want him to feel even worse so you decided not to mention it.

“Thank you, again. You’re too nice.”

He did not know what to say, torn in between telling you that you were pretty or asking for your number. Unfortunately, he did not get to do any of that since you looked at your phone and noticed the time. His heart clenched when you looked back at him, a kind smile was painted on your face.

“No problem. I’m just glad you can have your donut.”

You let out a chuckle, and he let himself smile at the sound of it. He dared to let himself dream for a moment, that perhaps he would have a chance to hear it for the rest of his life, making you laugh with his silly jokes that others often found dull and tedious.

He was shaken out of his trance when you gave him a little wave, saying goodbye to him like he was not a weird stranger that you encountered that day. Marc had to bite the inside of his cheeks, holding back a grin when he thought you were extremely adorable and he wanted to see you again.

He had to do or say something or else he would regret it forever. Gathering his courage, he cursed himself for being so nervous when it was so unlike him.

“Will I see you again?”

One of your feet was already out of the door when he finally asked, watching as you shrugged, with a smile that reached your eyes. You were so genuine, and he would love to know more about you.

“Maybe you will. You owe me a donut, don’t you?”

Your voice was sweet and welcoming, that he just wanted to hear it forever if he could. He watched with a smile as you left, only taking his gaze away once you were out of sight.

“You didn’t get her name, Marc.”

His face paled at Steven’s words, and he let out a sigh of disappointment. He was usually so calm and collected around people, but why couldn’t he just ask for your name?

“Yeah, I didn’t get her name.”

He mumbled under his breath, not expecting the cashier to hear him and she did. He turned to look at her, knitting his eyebrows together when he saw her grinning at him. He was going to leave, offended, when she told him your name. He stopped dead on his track, air was forced out of his lungs.

“Her name is Y/N. If you want to see her again, she comes here every Sunday morning.”

A glint of hope was sparkling in his eyes, as he thanked her and quickly walked out of the bakery. He had to wait for a week if he wanted to see you again, and it surely would feel like the longest week of his life, especially with Steven and Jake teasing him like crazy in his head.

.•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•. .•° ✿ °•.

a/n: hi! I haven't been able to interact for the past few weeks so I didn't want to post anything in case you couldn't see it. But I think it is fine now. So here's a piece of fluff for you and if you can interact with this, I'll be happy. <3

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #moon knight

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aslightaddity · 5 months

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Dappy!verse Riddler lore

Born Eduardo Enigmar to Franklin Enigmar and Julia Osorio, in a small city in the east coast. Together they were a happy enough family.

He was a quiet kid and often was left to manage himself and often was used to console and comfort his parents. He was terrified of disobeying the rules as his mother would refuse to talk to him or look after him for days at a time when he would misbehave.

At school, He was always talented, well behaved, and was placed in advanced courses or pushed up by a few grades. He didn’t have many friends as he was seen as weird and creepy by the other kids.

He loved detectives, his favorite books as a child being Sherlock Holmes. He’d often investigate small mundane things for fun, find out what keeps getting into the trash, whose moving in next-door, and one day he decided to investigate where his father went for his frequent business trips.

He followed Franklin to another town and watched as he rejoined a family. A mother and son he hadn’t seen before but Franklin seemed to know. Before he was caught he rushed himself home and told his mother.

His mother was angry with him for running off and coming back with a crazy story. She refused to believe him.

Shortly after the birth of his younger sister, Malory who was almost 15 years younger than him, his parent’s marriage became rocky and the truth finally came out that Franklin had a second family.

Throughout the divorce proceedings Ed tried his best to be supportive and helpful to his mother but was only met with anger, she blamed him for it all. He had dropped out of his senior year in high school to take care of his mother and Malory. His mother would always shout and treat him with distain as she only saw Franklin when she looked at him, to the point where she tried to get Malory to never look at him.

After a few years, when Malory began school, one petty fight between Ed and his mother boiled over into him leaving without a way for them to contact him.

He traveled around, couch surfing, and never being able to hold a steady job. It was slim as to which stores would hire him due to his lack of a diploma. After awhile he ended up in Gotham, where he not only got forged documents but he also changed his name. From Eduardo Enigmar to Edward Nygma to finally distance himself from his family and the man that ruined his childhood.

In Gotham he became a PI, unable to be employed by the GCPD due to his lack of proper training, a rather successful one at that, due to his affordability mainly. Despite being an upstanding investigator the GCPD officers he worked with never liked him, often poking fun at him or messing with evidence.

He was hired to investigate a murder one day, the problem however being that, the murder wasn’t reported to the police before the case was given to him. So when the police were tipped off there was no other possible suspect but him, there was a jarring lack of evidence to prove his innocence.

What ‘incriminating’ evidence was found was his forged documents, a name change, and a manic denial. After a psychological evaluation he was deemed criminally insane and sentenced to Arkham.

The brutal treatment in Arkham (electroshock therapy and misperscribed medicine) and the trauma of being framed finally culminated with his anger and left him catatonic for months and prone to hallucinations. However, In an outburst he attacked and seriously injured a guard and himself causing him to need a mobility aid once it healed. After the attack he was resigned to solitary.

There his hallucinations only got worse and He realized people were always going to blame him for things gone wrong and only see evil in him. So he decided to let go on trying to be the good person he had been trying to be for so many years. He realized that no one but himself cared about his justice.

As he was used to investigation and puzzle solving, escaping from the asylum was rather easy. (He was quite proud that he was able to switch his place and his aloof guard’s)

However once he was out it was trickier, he couldn’t return to his apartment or office as the leases had broken during his incarceration. After wandering through the labyrinth that were the Gotham streets he sunk into the iceberg lounge for a place to sleep.

He managed to lay low and go unnoticed, thanks to the help of two of the women who worked there (Nina and Diedre) for a few days before Oswald took notice of him.

Their first interaction included Oswald blackmailing Ed with his estranged family and Ed threatening Oswald’s life. Despite the rocky start Ed soon proved himself to Oswald to be usefully and trustworthy (through many heists and investigations to rivals) and Oswald proved himself to be caring to Ed, something he had not been accustomed, and they became closer. Both have confided in the other about their pasts and trust no one more than the other.

With Oswald’s influence and the help and support of Nina and Diedre he became more and more bold with his crimes and eventually became The riddler we know and love

#edward nygma #batman villians #Dappy!verse #au lore #lore dump #the riddler #echo and query #Q&E #Oswald Cobblepot #riddlebird #general tw #technically an ace attorney crossover #edward nigma

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hoeforhao · 10 months

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Tum Se Hi (Its about you, Just about you) J.W.W

୨୧pairing : co-worker!wonwoo × g.n reader

୨୧author's note : how can i not do something for my moon's birthday!!! the title is from one of my favorite songs of our culture. I have tried to include the closest translation at the places the song's verses have been used♡

"What about the flowers tho? I want exactly two thousand and three lilies to adorn the hall by 6p.m sharp!!You remember that right?" a raspy hushed voice whisper talks to Chan, part time pet sitter at the shelter and full time Mr.Wonwoo's baby.

"What are the lovebirds chirping about huh?Lemme in your gossip too nah!" sudden contact of his shoulders with a warm pair of hands, pulls wonwoo out of the conversation and makes him stern his face so that the big secret doesn't spill out to you before hand.

"Nothing dumbo. We were just planning on what to do for cinnabun's birthday." the moment that those words escape his crevices, witnesses a slight drop in your smile and a deep sigh making its way out of your lungs.

*Cinnabun was one of the furrbabies at the cat shelter you three worked for, whose birthday was the next day. But that wasn't the reason for your sigh. I mean why would it be right? She was your favorite babie afterall. It was just cuz you thought that wonwoo even remembered bunbun's birthday, but ironically not yours. Your 20th birthday that was today. Yes today yet you had to act like there was nothing today. Why? Because you knew no one remembered and no one cared! Except....*

It was around 5:30 in the evening when you were finally done with your daily work schedule,be it feeding the babies or cleaning up after the menace pies.

Even if the world forgot to celebrate your presence, doesn't mean you will too, right? That's what you kept on telling yourself while buying that one slice of caramel cheesecake from the bakery next to the shelter, this morning.

Consoling yourself with all the "yes y/n you matter" and "so what no one remembers? it's still your special day", you gingerly make your way to the room where all the cattos were.

"Wait! Why is it all dark? Where are the babies? Did they all fall asleep already?" your heart clenches at the sight. Maybe you truly were just a mistake the universe made and now tried conveying to you at every point that you're nothing but an unimportant living piece of dirt on this planet. Else, why would everything be against you, on your OWN GODDAMN BIRTHDAY!!

"Looks like I'm just not meant to be even the tiniest bit happy on my day" these are the last words that part your lips, as you twirl on your feet to go back home.....just when a tug of guitar strings rings in your ears and....

Baaton mein baatein teri, raatein saugaatein teri ( my talks are full of you, my nights seem to be a gift from you )

Kyun tera sab yeh ho gaya,hua kya

( why has everything of mine become yours? what happened? )

Mein kahin bhi jaata hoon ,tum se hi mil jaata hoon ( anywhere i go, seems like i meet you )

Tum se hi, tum se hi ( it's about you, just about you )

Your legs have started feeling numb, you're too scared to even turn back to see the prettiest constellation being presented to you. Just you!

"Happy birthday y/n! I know all these years you've felt like you didn't deserve to celebrate your special day, the day this universe created the most beautiful lily ever. The day the missing puzzle piece of my being was carefully wrapped up in the shiniest of papers and presented to your parents." teardrops following each other down your cheeks like a colony of ants bringing home food, while wonwoo's bulky firm arms pull you into the warmest embrace known to mankind.

"Y-you remembered? B- but how?" trying to speak casually while being a crying mess is definitely not your cup of cocktail for sure. "And what about the cats? Where are they?" a panic instantly shines on your forehead as wonwoo pulls you by the shoulder and turns you towards the masterpiece he has created.

All your babies were lined up like little kids at a birthday party, wearing silly little princess and knight dresses while the room was decked up with white lilies all over. Your work table was now being occupied by a two tier vanilla caramel cake that specifically spelled out "Going Twenty" alongside your favorite brand of soju. But all of these still felt small infront of that satin sash that said " Happy Birthday to the prettiest star this galaxy had to offer".

And that's where you lost it. Dropping to your knees on the floor while shielding your entire face beneath your palms, you started wildly sobbing. No one has ever made you feel this special and what did wonwoo do? He turned the eternally cursed day of your life into the most beautiful one.

"Don't cry dumbo. Today is the day to celebrate with spirits and cakes not with tears and sobs princess" that same pair of arms wrapped around your torso, gently pulling up your body from the ground ; the arms that now felt like home and the embrace that made your heart fill up with nothing but sheer joy and peace.

"How can i ever thank you for this wonu!! All these just f-for me...for a girl who's only your co-worke..." before you could even finish blabbering like an absolute idiot, one of wonwoo's slender fingers lands on your lips forcing that ignorant mouth of yours completely shut.

"Just a girl? Oh how naive you're love. Only if you realized that you're not 'just a girl' for me but my entire sky; the canvas upon which i shine the brightest every night. The lost piece of my painting I've been trying to finish all these years"

'W-wonu y.." idiotic of you to even try speaking midway when the person you've adored all these time is now pouring his heart out to you.

"Y/n, I've loved you three summers....will you let me love you the rest too?" the restricting fingers finally drop down from your lips as wonwoo bends down his head, tears threatening to fall out of the two moon crevices on his forehead.

"Will it be a problem if we walk down this path together, hand in hand?" a soft pair of paws cups wonu's cheeks, gently wiping off the stray drops of tears staining his mochi buns.

"Thank you y/n." that's all that comes out of his mouth as he literally throws his entire body weight onto you while wrapping you into the tightest yet gentlest hug....head resting on your shoulders.

"Thank you more wonwoo" you calmly whisper into his ears while your hands took turns in patting his back and his satin soft perms.

"Uhh hmm looks like someone forgot to thank the one who helped him TO ARRANGE ALL THIS AND IMPRESS HIS LOVE" Chan's sudden intrusion is all it took for you two to come out from being an intertwined vine.

"You sly little boy!!! Did all of these just under my nose while acting all normal huh!!" and that's how a typical chase between the real life Tom & Jerry of your shelter ensued....wonwoo quietly looking over his moon being all giggly and happy, with stars in his eyes and sheer love in his heart.

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RE: Supernatural Hawkins au - I feel like some angst can be introduced in a way of Eddie not trusting Steve after he tells the party about the grimoire etc (and rightfully so bc he doesn’t know Steve like the rest of them do) and corners him after the meeting to say that he’s keeping his eye on him and that this better not be a fucked up way of getting to all of them -

And Steve - being like okay. I get it. Keep me accountable, keep a close eye on me. and Eddie’s like. Fuck. Wait why do I feel-

Ooooooooh anon. Hoohoohoo...

Now, I imagine that were this to happen it would be before vecna et al but after Steve becomes the Pied Piper of supernatural Hawkins. So maybe his parents come home over the winter holidays and give him the lowdown on the Family Business, and Steve freaks out a bit and sits on it for a day or two before calling his not quite code red.

And Dustin brings Eddie along because, Steve, he's basically Pack now too, and Eddie is like wait what the fuck those rumours about Steve being the almost-humans of Hawkins go-to babysitter are true??

And Dustin gives him a Look, like yes, obviously, Dustin has been talking Steve up for months did Eddie not believe him? Rude.

Robin interrupts with "can we PLEASE get this show on the road? Steve looks like he's about to keel over from stress."

"wait right here" Steve says as he bolts out of his living room and reenters lugging a book that's huge. Just. Completely impractical in size. I'm talking 75 x 75 cm and 20 cm high type deal. Stupid big. Occult big. Ritual big. It sets Eddie's teeth on edge.

Steve heaves it onto the coffee table, and says "we have a big problem"

Nancy Wheeler leans over to inspect the tome, the goddamn Grimoire, and Steve smacks her hand away from opening it.

He stands, hands on his hips, and takes a deep breath.

"over winter break, my parents came home. And they told me about the...the Family Business, as they called it." He glares at the book, his nose scrunching with the scowl and Eddie might call it cute but that's for him to know and now else to find out. "They're Monster Hunters."

There is a silence that stretches and stretches and Eddie thinks he might vomit from the turbulent emotions filling the room, none of which, however, are the betrayal he expects.

"Steve..." Robin starts, trails off.

"they don't know anything, apparently, despite this shit being in the family for generations." Steve begins pacing. "They have no idea about any of you, or that Hawkins is apparently the unofficial supernatural capital of Indiana. Everyone is safe, but I--"his voice cracks, and Eddie would maybe feel sorry if this wasn't King Steve telling him this, wasn't a goddamn hereditary Monster Hunter standing in front of him. He just feels fucking pissed.

"I'm worried that they're gonna start hanging around more, and that they're going to realize that--" Steve's hands are running through his hair, nervous. "I don't know, I smell like a pack of werewolves or my best friend is my Selkie magic assigned soulmate" and Eddie wasn't sure he believed that rumour even when Dustin confirmed it, that it didn't seem possible for someone like Harrington to be bound by such pure magic to Robin Buckley. "- or that whenever I go out a gaggle of kids that aren't quite human seem to follow me."

Robin stands, opening her arms for him to fold into, puzzle pieces locking together.

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." He says, muffled, into Robin's shoulder. If Eddie didn't know better, he'd say he was crying.

Dustin quickly joins the hug, and the rest of the gaggle of teens, including Erica Sinclair, follow suit. Nancy stays back with Eddie, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

Eddie can taste the worry in the room, a sour bitterness on his tongue, all directed towards Steve. He doesn't get it. The guy just admitted to being part of a dynasty of people who kill the kind of people in this room, and no one is worried he's going to hurt them, just that he might be hurt.

Eddie lets the others do the planning, which is generally accepting that they need to let Claudia Henderson and the Sinclair parents know, not tell the Wheelers, and keep Steve's parents far away from Hawkins. Easy. Sure.

He hangs back as Nancy herds the kids into her station wagon, waving as she leaves. Robin putters in the kitchen, so Eddie takes the opportunity to step into Steve's space.

"I don't know if this is some fucked up long con, Harrington, to get all the inside information on the supernatural beings of Hawkins, but I'm watching you." He jabs a finger into Steve's chest, snarling. "Somehow you got those pups to trust you, worry about you, but I don't. If you even seem a threat to those kids, or you step outta line, I'll -" then it hits him, the wave of sadness and grief and--and relief. Eddie has never been good at individual emotions, finds them confusing and too specific and make his teeth hurt, and he feeds better from groups anyways, but. Steve is all but screaming how he feels into Eddie's ear.

"good." Steve says. Nods. "You'll look out for them." As though that's a normal thing to say when a vampire has expressly threatened you. "If something happens, if my parents get to close or shit hits the fan, I need you to do what you need to do so they're safe. So this godforsaken town is safe."

Eddie blinks, stepping back "wait. You want me to-"

Steve nods again. "If push comes to shove I need you to burn any trace we were ever here and make sure all the little fae kids are safe." He takes a breath. The hard zest of determination overpowers anything else Eddie might otherwise have sensed. "You have to kill me and my parents, and make sure no one ever knows."

#eddie munson #steve harrington #supernatural au #human steve #steddie #listen. i didnt know how the line 'i need you to take me out' so itd have a double meaning and also have steves parents involved #vampire eddie #finda writes stuff #anonasaurus #findaanswers #human steve au

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ouatsqincorrect · 6 months

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How did Zelena find out about Leopold's abuse towards Regina an how did she react? Did she find out when Regina had a bad day and run into an panic attack or did she just put the pieces of the puzzle together? Did they ever talked about it in some way?

we’ve talked before about how snow used to be oblivious to everything that truly went on during regina’s past, but zelena wasn’t much better

she thought regina got everything she could have wanted when she became queen, and she never really stopped to think that maybe that wasn’t true

but unlike snow, zelena does slowly start to figure it out on her own, and that realization comes from living at mifflin

she gets to see what regina is like—not the mayor, not a hero, not the sister she’s been arguing with for years—but regina

she starts to see these things regina does at home that help her slowly begin to put the pieces together

for one, regina has a lot of difficulty sleeping—zelena figures this out after running into her in the kitchen a few times way past midnight

some days, when she’s really stressed, she’ll either stress clean or stress cook. zelena finds her one afternoon with three homemade pies, and on a different day, she finds her scrubbing every inch of the house down (henry tells her this kind of stuff just happens sometimes)

and she doesn’t really relate these things that regina does back to the king, but she does start to figure out that maybe regina is a little more traumatized by her past than she previously thought

one thing archie tells regina in therapy is that it’s ok to talk about it all. regina’s spent so much of her life keeping this secret within her

and archie reminds her that, no, she doesn’t need to tell anyone if she doesn’t want to, but it’s also ok if she needs to talk about it. if she lets herself lean just a bit on the people who love her, maybe life would be just a bit brighter

at first, regina totally ignores this advice, but a few weeks later, after one particularly bad day, she just needs someone to talk to and zelena is there

that’s when zelena finally knows the full truth—when all her speculations are proven correct and she’s livid. for a brief moment, she even considers trying to make that time travel spell work again so she could go back, kill the king, and spare regina all that pain

but that would alter the course of everything so instead, she does the only thing she can think of doing and hugs regina tight

and it turns out archie was right. being able to tell someone why she’s had a rough day makes the weight on regina’s shoulders lighten just a bit

#regina mills #zelena mills #regina/zelena #headcanons #tw abuse

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

It's that day again, is it? Okay, then. *tosses fic out into the Void* I was tagged yesterday by the lovely and talented @ladytanithia and @thelavenderelf. <3

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @mareenavee @rainpebble3 @blossom-adventures @dirty-bosmer @snowberry-crostata @tallmatcha @gilgamish @changelingsandothernonsense @archangelsunited @skyrim-forever @paraparadigm and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate. Please feel free to tag me! I love seeing what others are working on!

Rikke nudges Galmar with her shoulder, snapping his attention back to her and away from the High King and Queen. Dahlia is having a good day today and was determined to make an appearance to the citizens, so they are all out and enjoying the scenery—or at least trying to enjoy it. They did their best with such short notice and such a small budget to bring something together for the people to enjoy. Despite this, as Galmar looks up at the faded banners and and meager entertainment for the day, he grimaces. He supposes it is cheerful in its own way but doesn’t quite manage to chase away the dismal grey chill of the streets and the marketplace. There is something about it which still evokes the austerity following the war and reminds them that things are not quite back to normal as of yet.

He smiles at Rikke, taking her hand into his own, before looking forward again to check their surroundings. They are both collectively in charge of keeping the High King and Queen safe today. Lydia has taken the day off and decided to spend it with Narile in the Snow Quarter, as they have both reassured Dahlia’s housecarl that they’ll be more than fine in their care. After all, what could possibly happen to a giant Nord wearing a big bear cloak, and a pregnant woman who happens to be the Dragonborn in the middle of a big event?

As Galmar’s eyes scan the marketplace, he can see many citizens milling about the few merchants’ stalls which have set up shop, but the large majority of them are lined up near the produce stalls outside The White Phial. Outside the alchemists’, there are a few palace servants handing out care packages of seeds, flour, and other dry provisions to help the people make it through the rest of the hard Winter. Then, a few stalls down beside them, there is yet another giving out free meat pies and mulled wine. By far, both of them are the most popular. Galmar smiles to himself as he sees that everything is going smoothly. There has been no pushing nor any shoving, and it is still too early for drunken fights to break out. This should be an easy day for him.

However, when his gaze returns to find his High King and Queen, they are both gone.

Galmar stops in his tracks, and a sinking feeling much akin to plunging oneself straight into the White River settles in his stomach. He tries to search for the pair again, checking and double checking everyone his old eyes can see before turning to Rikke.

“Rikke…”

She turns to look at him, a puzzled expression painted onto her face. “What is it Bear-Helm?”

“Do you see Ulfric or Dahlia?” He answers carefully, his heart beating quickly in his chest as his eyes continue to scan the scene uselessly.

She blinks at him, staring at him with a completely dumbfounded look on her face for a few moments before speaking. “I thought you were Ulfric’s housecarl.”

“I am, but—”

“What do you mean you’ve lost the High King and Queen?” Her voice hisses. “One is a hulking Nord with bright blonde hair and the other is a pregnant woman. How do you lose them?!”

Galmar has no answer to her question.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #dahlia wintersnow #ulfric x dragonborn #galmar stone fist #someone is in trouple #wip wednesday #winter writes

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