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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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flowersandbigteeth · 23 days

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Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!

This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^

I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* （￣ｗ￣）Ψ

Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader

Word Count: 6K

TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing

“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd.

The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air.

“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table.

“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way.

The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face.

“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows.

He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric.

“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”

The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared.

“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.”

Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital.

“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage.

The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.

“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.”

“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.”

“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.”

The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables.

“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”

He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.

“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.”

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You gave him a sharp nod.

“I do.”

He swung a lazy eye at Saber.

“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?”

He gave you a bright smile.

“I do.”

The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you.

“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”

He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest.

“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.

You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face.

“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!”

He chuckled.

“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.”

He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking.

“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.”

He shrugged.

“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?”

You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.

“Maybe I should have let you die.”

Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head.

“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!”

You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket.

“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!”

You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see.

“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you.

“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.

His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck.

“It won’t come off.”

You nodded proudly.

“Exactly.”

He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again.

“Interesting,” he murmured.

“What? What does that mean?”

He smiled and shrugged.

“Lead the way, spouse.”

You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things.

“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.

“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.”

He ignored you, looking around.

“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.”

You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms.

“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”

You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin.

“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.”

He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands.

“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.”

Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water.

“What are you doing?”

He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through.

“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”

Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you.

“How long have you been living alone?”

You blushed, embarrassed.

“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.”

“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.”

You gave him an indignant snuff.

“At least I’m not a thief!”

He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings.

“Hey! You stole that!”

He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket.

“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?”

You sucked in a deep annoyed breath.

“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.”

“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner.

What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him.

But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup.

A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might.

Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task.

Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door.

“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task.

“Sit down,” you barked.

A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head.

“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?”

You wrinkled your nose at him.

“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!”

He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump.

“S-sorry,” you muttered.

“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.”

You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line.

“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?”

He paused for a moment before he jerked his head.

“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.”

“Why?”

“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”

He sighed.

“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.”

Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly.

“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.”

He swiveled around to look at you, smiling.

“Thanks, doc!”

“I’m not a doctor.”

He shrugged.

“What’s the difference?”

“Ten years of special-”

You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.

“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.”

He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving.

“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked.

“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.”

He frowned.

“No meat?”

You blinked at him.

“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?”

He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly.

When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him.

“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table.

“Why, trying to run off?”

He smirked.

“No, why would I want to run away from you?”

He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued.

“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.”

Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“A couple of miles in any direction.”

“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.”

You shrugged.

“I can’t be right at your side every minute.”

He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?”

Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup.

“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.”

While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction.

You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes.

“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go.

“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on.

“There’s a couch in the living room.”

He wrinkled his nose.

“It’s covered in stuff.”

You shrugged, trying to hurry past him.

“I’ll clean it up.”

You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.”

He patted your butt for emphasis.

“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!”

Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled.

“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!”

“They were going to kill you!”

He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck.

“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin.

“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.

Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas.

When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants.

“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.

He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes.

“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison.

“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas!

Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot.

“Get in,” you said.

Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.

“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!”

You let out a long sigh.

“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”

Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him.

“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”

He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks.

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

He shrugged, his jaw tightening.

“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.”

A long sigh slipped past his lips.

“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”

Your mouth fell open.

“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”

He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair.

“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.”

“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”

He smirked.

“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.”

He pinched your chin.

“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.”

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him.

“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.”

You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you.

The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together.

“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness.

You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before.

Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe.

When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream?

The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not.

Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing.

“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual.

Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something.

Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping?

You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work.

You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled.

Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered.

Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside.

“Morning, spouse!”

Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders.

“What’s that?”

He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders.

“Meat!” he announced proudly.

You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat.

“Where are you off to?” he asked.

“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path.

A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.”

You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow.

“Helloooo? Helllloooo?”

A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs. Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.

“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?”

“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier.

Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you.

“Saber! There you are!”

She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes.

“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!”

When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing.

“Not someone. Me.” you interjected.

You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm.

“Saber is my husband. Who are you?”

She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you.

“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?”

Saber’s shocked face tightened.

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.”

She scoffed.

“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.”

Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned.

His brow drew, looking between you and her.

“What child?”

She huffed, frowning at you.

“Fine…If you must do this, this way.”

She turned to the carriage and yelled.

“Nora, bring the baby!”

A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn.

Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands.

“This…he…is mine?”

Melody nodded.

“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.”

He glanced up at her.

“You want to get back together?”

She let out a cruel but trilling laugh.

“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!”

Anger roiled under your skin.

“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded.

She snorted as if that were a foolish question.

“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”

She fluttered her iridescent wings.

“It only need be a fairy child.”

You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls.

“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.”

She glanced at you.

“What do you want? Money?”

You let out a tight chuff.

“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.”

Her eyes jerked to Saber.

“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."

She glared at you.

"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"

Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace.

“Have you named him?” he asked.

She looked contrite but lifted her chin.

“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...”

He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child.

“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.”

“But Saber-”

“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.”

You jerked your chin at her.

“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”

Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels.

“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”

Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama.

“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.”

He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.

“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?”

You smiled at him.

“Let’s talk it over over lunch.”

The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.

“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.”

He looked down at you.

“You won’t miss this place?”

You sighed.

“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.”

“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.”

You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.

“What? I thought you said you were broke?”

He smiled down at you.

“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.”

He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink.

“I think we can buy a nice place with this.”

You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.

“I thought you lost it gambling?”

He shrugged.

“I lied.”

“Why did you keep it?”

He gave you a long look.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.”

“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?”

“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.

I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.”

He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.

“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.”

His gaze dropped to the baby.

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”

He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say.

“What about Arel?” you asked.

“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.”

You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks.

“It is…it means ‘treasure’.”

He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe.

“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek.

Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon.

Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face.

“Is he okay?”

“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.”

Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.

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natalievoncatte · 8 months

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It took four calls before Lena answered. It crawled across her side table, vibrating angrily like some persnickety insect until she gave it the attention she wanted.

You could just turn it off.

“What do you want, Danvers?”

Alex’s voice was thick.

“We can’t find Kara.”

Lena let out a slow, long, theatrical sigh. “So now you’re accusing me of crimes over the phone. At least your ex had the courtesy to cuff me in person.”

Alex’s patience was clearly short enough, and wearing thinner.

“I’m not calling you to accuse you. I’m calling you to ask for help.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because she’s burned out her powers and we can’t find her, Luthor. Supergirl is missing and she’s powerless.”

Lena licked her lips.

“Is this some kind of weird test to see if I’ll try to kill her? An entrapment scheme or something?”

“First of all,” said Alex, “fuck you.”

“Mutual,” said Lena. “What was the second part?”

“The second part is that I know you. I know you’re pissed off at her. I also know that you don’t react the way you’ve acted because your BFF lied to you, Lena. Just like I know that buying a $875 million company isn’t what friends are fucking for.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Lena snapped.

“Right. Help us find her.”

“No,” Lena said, coolly. “Goodnight, Director.”

Lena stabbed the end call key with her finger, resolving to herself that L-Corp was going to release a smart phone that made it more satisfying to hang up on people.

Then she very pointedly did not go out looking for Kara. Instead, she boiled water for tea, and spread open a technical journal on her lap.

After ten minutes, she had not drunk the tea, and her attention was sliding off the abstract like the wrong end of two magnets jammed together. Rubbing at her eyes, she decided she’d had too long a day for even light reading, and decided to enjoy a news broadcast with her tea.

Of *course* the lead story was Supergirl. She tried putting on the Lakehawks game, but that had been preempted for Supergirl coverage.

She turned to the science channel. Oh, of course they’d decided that tonight was the night to premier some ridiculous companion documentary for the World of Krypton exhibit running downtown at the convention center, and of course Lena works tune in right as Kara appeared on screen, grinning ear to ear as she charitably gave some literal kid reporter the interview of her lifetime, fielding softball questions about her dead planet.

“What do you miss most?” the kid asked.

Lena saw it, saw it the way only someone who knew Supergirl was just Kara Danvers, the nerdy, dorky, kinda basic goof in a pompous costume, could. The flash of real pain in the hero’s eyes, the softness in her voice, like she was apologizing for the honest of her answer.

“Red sunrises,” said Kara.

Lena threw the teacup across the room, and it shattered across the screen, leaving the dregs tricking down the surface. Lena wished the TV had been knocked out, but the screen was shielded by a transparent aluminum she’d invented herself.

So she changed the channel, just in time to get a face full of The Princess Bride, just as Buttercup was shoving a then-disguised Westley down the hill as he shouted the line the revealed his identity.

“Oh fuck you all,” Lena muttered, as she scooped her keys from the kitchen counter.

Lena decided it was a night for subtlety, so she took the BMW, driving with the top down and and her phone in her jacket pocket, so she could feel it if someone called.

Lena drove for the better part of an hour, reflecting on the absurdity of simply looking for Kara in a sprawling city; National City had about two thirds the population of Metropolis, but it covered nearly four times the land area and was surrounded by sprawling suburbs that extended the entire metro area to the size of a small state.

This was hopeless, unless Lena knew where to go.

You know what you have to do. You know what you’ve always had to do.

Kara answered on the third ring.

“Hi.”

Her voice was tiny and small, and Lena felt like she was clutching some small fragile thing to her cheek.

“Hey,” she said, with all the softness she could muster with the top down. She pulled to a stop on the side of Ocean Avenue so she could soften it further. “I heard what happened.”

“I beat the monster.”

“I know,” said Lena. “You always do. Where are you, Kara?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I don’t know who out you up to this, but you don’t have to do it, Lena. I know how you feel about me now.”

No, you fucking don’t, Lena thought, before she could silence her own frantic mind. If you knew you wouldn’t have lied to me.

“Tell me where you are.”

“I’m where I belong,” Kara sighed, the hint of slurring in her words hinting that she’d been drinking.

Then she hung up.

A wave of anger welled in Lena’s chest, and she clenched her teeth, seizing the shift lever to throw the car in drive and head home; Kara and her sister could handle their own bullshit.

She didn’t drive home.

Lena arrived at the convention center in a frantic five minutes, parking crazily in a towing zone. Finding a way in took another few minutes, and soon the flat soles of her tennis shoes were squeaking as they echoed across the polished granite floors of the lobby.

She found Kara in the exhibit, surrounded by quiet, dark displays as she stood in front of a bannered exhibit proclaiming “RAO, THE SUN OF KRYPTON”.

Kara ignored Lena as she approached, tipping back a sloshing, mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels to take a hearty gulp.

“Kara?” said Lena.

Kara swayed slightly on her feet. She’d gotten a raincoat somewhere and put it on over her suit, cape and all, and even from a distance she stank of whiskey. She was staring at the display in front of her, an expansive orrery surrounding a lit model of Rao. Lena had never seen her so haggard, even her lustrous hair limp sallow.

“Hi,” Kara said, taking another drink.

“What are you doing?”

“Chasing a red sunrise.”

Lena approached slowly, until they stood side by side.

She stole a quick glance. Kara had a black eye and she was swaying slightly, and Lena wasn’t sure if it was from the booze or the fight. She started to take another drink.

Grasping the bottle by the neck, Lena took it from her. Kara didn’t resist as Lena tipped back a long pull on the bottle herself. It offended her palate in every possible way but one, but it was a good way to numb herself.

“Alex send you?”

“No,” said Lena. “She just had to tell me. She knew I’d send myself.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s a lot more observant than you are.”

Kara studied her for a moment, then reached for the bottle back.

Lena looked at it. “How much of this have you had?”

“Not enough,” said Kara, taking another drink.”

“If you insist on destroying your liver, at least let me give you something that actually tastes good.”

“It all tastes like paint thinner,” said Kara.

Lena sighed. “Get in the car.”

Kara shrugged and followed Lena out, flopping extravagantly in the passenger’s seat. Lena drove in silence, using the excuse that the wind noise made it too hard to talk.

When they arrived at Lena’s apartment, she practically shoved Kara inside, and poured the rest of the swill down the drain.

“Hey,” Kara muttered.

“There’s still some of your clothes in the guest bedroom. Take that damned suit off and put on something else.”

Kara complied, trudging into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later, looking small and sad with her hands tucked up inside an oversized hoodie, wobbling giving Lena a glassy look.

As she sat down, Lena handed her a glass of wine and perched on the edge of the couch cushion beside her, gently pressing an ice pack to her eye. Kara leaned into it and let out a soft, unsteady sigh.

“Pain hurts,” she observed.

“It’ll do that.”

Then she went quiet, sinking into Lena’s couch with Lena’s ice pack pressed to her face. Lena stepped into the kitchen and pulled out her phone. Alex answered immediately.

“I have her.”

“Thank God. I’ll be over to get her in a few minutes.”

“No you won’t,” Lena sighed.

Alex didn’t answer her for a too-long pause.

“Yeah. Call me in the morning.”

“Will do.”

Kara had found the wine bottle when Lena came back, and was taking a drink form it. Lena sat down next to her and took it, drawing on it hard before passing it back.”

“What now?” said Kara.

“Is the ice still cold?”

“Yeah.”

Kara curled up next to Lena, bringing her legs up, her toes wiggling in empty air. Lena sighed and found her a blanket, spreading it over her too carefully.

As soon as Lena sat down, Kara spread the blanket over her, too, and Lena noticed that her absurd body heat hadn’t abated from the loss of her powers.

“You have tea on your TV,” Kara observed.

“Yeah,” said Lena.

It took her a few minutes to find something on television that wasn’t Supergirl or The Fox and the Hound.

(Fucking seriously?)

Nature documentaries were Kara’s kryptonite, to turn a phrase, and soon she was sleeping on Lena’s shoulder, the ice bag fallen into her lap. Lena stared down at the soft features of the surpassingly lovely little goddess snoozing against her and couldn’t help it anymore.

She started to weep softly, her shoulders hitching as she struggled to stop it, knowing the attempt was hopeless.

It got worse when Kara began to purr, a deep and soothing rumble in her chest that seemed to seep into Lena’s bones. After a moment she realized that Kara was crying too; she’d woken up.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lena. I can’t… I can’t breathe I’m so sorry. I lost my red sunrise. I can’t lose you too. I’ll do anything. Please let me make it up to you I promise I will, please.”

Lena shifted to a more comfortable position, known this was it for the night, that something had shifted. No, shattered. She was tired of being angry, of being afraid, if thinking of could-have-beens and come-what-mays. Yes, Kara had lied. Lena had lied. They’d kept secrets and been stupid and and they’d hurt each other, but nothing in the world, no principles or closely held rules or petty anger would justify watching her suffer like this.

She was careful as she cupped Kara’s jaw, avoiding the injury, feeling a flash of rage at whoever had done this to her. (That his ass had been throughly kicked by an angry Kryptonian was irrelevant; her vengeance would not be forestalled.)

The kiss was quiet and gentle, at once too soft and quick, more request than declaration, and Kara swiftly answered with one so fierce and honest and hopeful that Lena didn’t care that Kara’s mouth tasted like whiskey and wine.

When it was over, Lena found herself whispering, “As you wish.”

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #literally made myself cry #angst #angst with a happy ending #happy angst #“hangst as it were #Kryptonians can purr #not canon compliant

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roses-r-rosie3 · 4 months

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X-Mas list presentation

Batfam x M!Reader

Summary: instead of making a regular Christmas wishlist, the reader decides to make a whole presentation

Quote: “That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season”

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“Why are you here?” Duke asked Jason.

“Same reason why you’re here, y/n wanted us to all meet up in the living room for some announcement” Jason sighed.

After everyone was in the room, you pulled out your computer and connected it to the Tv, which made everyone confused.

“Hello family, I know you must be wondering why you’re all here” you said.

“Yes”

“Yup”

“Mhm”

“Yeah”

“Can I go back to my game now?”

“Last year you guys totally fucked up Christmas, so this year I put together an entire presentation to tell you guys what I want specifically” you smiled.

Everyone in the room let out an audible sigh/groan. It was known by everyone in the family that you were very dramatic from time to time (24/7). But they never thought you would get this extra!

“Is that really what you called us here for?” Damian grumbled.

“Would you shut up for a second?” You snapped.

“Y/n I don’t think that’s how you should be talking to your little bro-”

“Anyways, Here’s the things you should keep in mind when you’re thinking about what kind of gift you will provide for me this year” you said as you interrupted Bruce from his lecture.

“First of all, I’m the only one who knows how to reset the Wi-Fi, and yeah that’s threat” you threatened.

That certainly got everyone’s attention.

“Secondly, if you don’t get me what I want I will get a sugar daddy, I don’t even care what you guys are going to say, I’ve had so many offers for sugar daddies that it’s unreal. The perks of being son of Bruce Wayne I guess” you said.

“Y/n, you do know that Bruce is rich right?” Jason asked.

“Not the point” you mumbled.

“And third if I don’t get what I want, I will also sell my feet pics online like I did last year” you said calmly.

“YOU WHAT?!” Bruce shouted

“Calm down, I only ended up making about 1 million from it” you sighed.

“ONLY?!” Dick gasped.

“I created a three tier system of different gifting levels, basically, the levels equivocate to how much you love me and how much money you have” you explained.

“Level one is the ‘I’m going to need therapy level’ which is only four to seven gifts. I would probably go into a depressive spiral, actually not probably, I definitely would be depressed” you said.

“Would you stop being so overdramati-”

“I’M NOT DONE YET” you said as you interrupted Tim.

“What would that mean for us? You may ask. It would mean that you would have to pay for my therapy. And the money that you guys spent on therapy would have been basically wasted, you could’ve bought me a whole bunch of gifts right now and avoided the situation” you smiled.

“I think that he’s lost his mind” Bruce whispered to Stephanie.

“You think?!” Stephanie whisper yelled.

“Level two is the ‘You’re getting warmer package’ This basically if you love me- Bruce can you stop whispering to Stephanie” you scolded.

“As I was saying… Level two is eight to fifteen gifts, which is basically equivalent to you texting me happy birthday” you continued.

“Level three is the ‘You’re sleighing it’ level. And if you remember, you guys were just a bit off the mark of hitting this because you guys only got me twenty three gifts. And in order to reach ‘You’re slaying it’ you have to get me twenty five or more gifts, I think this is totally do-able for you guys, especially because you can just use Bruce’s card if you guys are running low on money” you said.

“I have tons ideas for you guys and this whole slideshow is already in your email so you guys can look at it and reference it at any time” you smiled.

Everyone quickly checked their phones to see that you indeed emailed them your whole presentation.

“That is all Family! So open up your hearts and your wallets for me this holiday season” you smiled before leaving the room.

“Yeah he had definitely lost his mind” They all said in synchronization.

“I HEARD THAT!”

#male reader #batfamily #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x you #Batfam x batbro #batfam x y/n #batfam x male reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x male reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #tim drake x male reader #tim drake x gender neutral reader #damian wayne x male reader #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #rosesrrosie3 #holiday special

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girlgenius1111 · 3 months

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didn't think that through

alexia x r

r corners alexia in the camp nou showers. someone overhears. alexia definitely gets her revenge.

18+. 4k of smut.

In your defense, there was something... incredibly enticing about watching your girlfriend play. And at a place like Camp Nou, where everyone chanted her name? It made you feel things. It also made you possessive; Alexia was yours. They could chant her name all they wanted, but you were hellbent on making sure the only name she yelled was yours.

Getting to watch Alexia play, completely undistracted, took away some of the sting of not being able to play. You had a hamstring injury, and annoyingly, it was keeping you out longer than it was supposed to. You had more free time, not training as often as you normally would, and Alexia was only growing busier; you hadn't had much time together, just the two of you, in a while.

There was excuse after excuse that you could make for your actions, but really, you just wanted to the blonde woman to touch you. Or, perhaps, you just wanted to touch her.

Regardless, you found yourself slipping into the shower area, wrapped in a towel, long after the game had ended. Alexia had had media duties to fulfill, and most of the team had already left before she made it to the locker room, celebrating the win. You had been waiting for her, when you got an idea. The locker room was basically cleared out, so you didn't have to worry about any of your teammates catching you guys.

You crept closer to the shower you knew Alexia was in, smiling to yourself when you heard her humming a song. You paused outside the curtain, before yanking it to the side.

"Ay dios mío!" Alexia shouted, moving to cover herself up, before realizing it was you. "What are you doing?" she asked, still blushing, although the sight in front of you was not something new to you.

Instead of responding, you dropped your towel, walking into the shower, and pulling the curtain shut behind you. Alexia was watching, jaw dropped, as you moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her neck, and pulled her into a messy kiss.

"Amor," she said breathlessly, after a minute. ""What are we doing?"

"What does it feel like we're doing, Ale?" you replied, moving your lips to suck a mark into her neck. Her head tilts back, and she swallows hard.

"Some-someone could catch us," she murmured, but her fingers thread through your damp hair, holding you against her. She feels you smile against her skin, and she knows she won't be stopping you.

"Let them. Then everyone will know that you are mine." You snap, pressing your leg in between hers, upper thigh pressing against her heat.

"Feeling possessive, hmm?" she teases, but it's rather ineffective, as her hips are already grinding down against your leg.

You trail your lips over to her ear, ghosting a kiss there before taking her lobe in between your teeth, gently pulling.

"Mine," you whisper again, and you feel her nod against you.

"Yours," she agrees. You pull away, looking up at her. Her eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, from the warm water or from your actions, you aren't sure. She has the look in her eyes she gets whenever you take charge, one that is unmistakably excited, but also one that promises retribution later. That, you don't mind.

Alexia allows you to spin her around, until her front is pressed up against the shower wall, and you are pressed up against her back. You trail your hands down her body, feeling her grind her hips back against you. You grip her ass, squeezing with one hand, before moving around to her front, reaching between her legs to tease at her pussy.

"Amor," she whines, when your fingers continue to touch her delicately, not the way she wants.

"What do you want, Alexia," you ask, pressing her back into you with a hand on her abdomen.

"Touch me, please," she asks, head leaning back to drop onto your shoulder.

"You want me to fuck you? In the showers, in this big stadium, where anyone could catch us?" You whisper, the filthy words causing Alexia to tremble against you.

"Si, por favor," she begs.

"Good." You say, before pressing two of your fingers into her. She whimpers, covering her mouth with her hand, using the other one to steady herself against the wall. You pull her hand away from her face though, beginning to pump your finger in and out in a steady rhythm.

"No, I want to hear you," you tell her. You increase your speed, already feeling her clenching around you, knowing that the circumstances will speed the process up. You push her off of you, and she leans heavily on the wall in front of her as you reach your other hand around, finding her clit, and beginning to move back and forth over it.

"Cariño, close," she warns, grabbing onto your arm, digging her nails in, trying to stay upright even as her body jerks and spasms under you. You speed up you movements, your fingers audibly moving in and out of her wet hole.

"Fuck, baby," she cries, letting out a long, drawn out moan of your name. You've only just pulled out of her, reaching your fingers up towards her mouth for her to clean off, when you hear footsteps.

"You two are GROSS! I forget my water, and now I'm scarred. Scarred for life!" Mapi shouts, voice carrying in from where she stands in the doorway. Alexia whips around, face blushing a deep crimson, as she looks at you in a panic.

"Don't hang around too long María, or you might catch round two," you yell, and Alexia's eyes widen, before she's covering your mouth and pushing you against the wall, a dangerous look in her eyes.

"EW! Ew. God. I hate you both. I'm leaving, and I'm never looking either of you in the eye again." Mapi calls, and you hear the door shut behind her.

Alexia is staring at you, completely stunned with your lack of care for the situation.

"Are you insane?" she asks quietly, removing her hand from your mouth, only to wrap her large fingers around your neck, not squeezing, simply resting them there.

"What?" You ask innocently.

"I am the captain of this team, and Mapi is going to tell everyone what she just heard," Alexia whisper shouts, as if anyone else is around to hear it.

You smile up at her, and see her clench her jaw. "Are you embarrassed because she heard you, or because she's going to tell everyone that you aren't always in charge?"

Alexia exhales sharply, eyes narrowing. "You are going to regret that, bonita. I promise you." She lets go of you, shutting the water off, and pushing past you to head to the locker room. She's practically vibrating with anger, or more likely, embarrassment, as you follow her out. You can't help but admire her, blonde hair wet around her shoulders, as she pulls clothes on, obscuring the muscles you so enjoy looking at.

Once you're both dressed, she holds the door open for you, leading you out of the building with a possessive hand placed on your lower back. A scowl is etched into her face, and you can only be excited as you begin the drive, thoroughly looking forward to what will happen when you arrive home.

Are there easier, less embarrassing ways to get your girlfriend to fuck you? Of course. None of them are as fun as this is, though.

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Alexia's demeanor remains frosty until you follow her into the bedroom, and she instructs you to strip and lay on the bed. She heads to the drawer where you keep the toys, returning with a wrist restraints. Even then, she only softens very slightly as she moves to attach them to your wrists, and your wrists to the headboard.

"Okay?" she asks once she's secured you. Her thumb runs over your cheek delicately, and you smile up at her.

"I'm good." You promise, and her expression hardens again, before she's pulling away from the bed, and walking back towards the drawer.

"Hurry up," you call after her, regretting your words as she freezes, slowly turning around to glare at you.

"You are not in charge here, understand?" She asks, voice dangerously low.

"Okay, Ale." You reply, fighting a smile as you realize that you have her prepared to do exactly what you wanted her too. She turns back to the drawer, picking up a selection of items, before making her way back to the bed. She doesn't look at you as she puts them down, seemingly contemplating what to use.

"You will not be smiling soon, I promise you." She warns, and you gulp, coming to the conclusion that, perhaps, you may have made a mistake. Your fears are only reinforced when Alexia nudges your knees apart with a blank expression. She has ankle restraints in her hand, and your face falls slightly looking at them; you know very well that the position they'll put your legs in will hurt your hamstring. She's moving to attach them, but she pauses when you speak.

"Alexia," you say quietly. She looks at you, eyes squinting with concern when she sees you biting your lip, unsure whether or not you should say something.

"What is it? Do you need to stop?" She asks, hands abandoning the restraints to cup your cheek. You have your safe words, but Alexia is nothing if not overcautious.

"No, don't stop. It's just... the ankle restraints, they'll hurt my leg," you admit, looking at Alexia for any sign that she is annoyed. Instead she tosses them off the side of the bed without a second thought, sweetly kissing your lips.

"Thank you for telling me," she whispers there, before returning the the collection of items resting on the edge of the bed. She grabs 2 things you can't see, before crawling onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. She thinks for a moment, dropping the items once again just out of your sight, before pushing your knees up and to the side.

"Pain?" She asks, gaze fixated on your face for any wince or flinch. You shake your head, and she nods once, satisfied. You hear her uncap something, and then feel a cool gel dripping onto your asshole. Her finger teases over your second hole a few times, before pushing in.

"Oh," you say, not having expected it. Her eyes shoot up to meet yours, before back down, focusing on the task at hand.

It's been a while since you've had anything in your ass, which Alexia evidently knows, and uses to her advantage. She works her first knuckle in, leaving your pussy completely neglected. After a few minutes, she's pumping the entire digit in and out. Much sooner than you'd prefer, she's adding more lube, and easing a second finger in alongside the first.

"Christ, Alexia," you choke out, and she smiles smugly down at you. Her fingers rock in and out of you, making you feel ridiculously full for someone has nothing in her cunt. You pull at the restraints absentmindedly, thinking that any stimulation on your clit would feel so good paired with Alexia's movements. As soon as you do so, Alexia stops, withdrawing her fingers from you. You bite back a whine, realizing that you it will do nothing helpful for you.

Soon, your girlfriend's fingers are replaced by something bigger and blunter. She pushes it in slowly, and you feel the base meet your skin. It's not a feeling you're used to, something resting in your ass, and you briefly wonder when Alexia made this particular purchase. Such thoughts are quickly pushed from your head when she quickly wipes her hands off on a towel, before settling on her stomach, and connecting her mouth with your core. Your knees fall to the side, allowing her better access, and you exhale sharply, as her tongue teases your hole.

"Tu coño está tan mojada para mí," she whispers, licking eagerly at your wetness. You translate the words in your head, whining quietly when you understand what she's saying. Your pussy is so wet for me. You're sure she's right, as you can hear the wet sounds of her tongue running through you.

Alexia knows your body extremely well, and therefore knows that it won't take much stimulation when you're already this worked up. She switches her focus, licking up and flicking her tongue back and forth over your clit. Your hips jerk, and her hand moves to splay against your abdomen, large enough to hold you down against the mattress as her mouth works against you.

You've forgotten what got you to this place, your earlier actions completely slipping your mind as you focus only on the feeling of Alexia's expert movements against your dripping center. You gasp in shock when she suddenly pulls away. You're not sure how she knew you were close, as you didn't say anything, but you cry out anyway in complaint.

"Venga, bonita, did you think it would be that easy?" She teases, kissing up and down your inner thighs as you twitch under her.

"I had hoped," you mumble. She only hums in response, leaning away from where you want her as you whimper pathetically. She shushes you, and you're only made aware of what's coming next by the sound of muted buzzing filling the room. Alexia trails it along your legs and abdomen, and then finally down to rest against your clit. She leaves it resting there, and you let out a guttural moan, eyes flying open when you feel her get off the bed.

"Do not come." she says, leaning down as if to kiss you, before pulling away and walking out of the room. You look after her bewildered.

"Ale?"

Silence is the response you get. You aren't sure where she went, or what she's doing, and the stimulation on your clit is perfect, so perfect. The stretch of the plug up your ass is only adding to your struggle, and you do everything you can to refrain from shifting your legs. You could easily dislodge the vibrator, but you know that would not make your girlfriend happy. Instead, you grit your teeth, clench your muscles, focusing on the burn there, rather than the mounting feeling in your lower abdomen. You're close, so fucking close, and you aren't sure how much longer you can last. You can feel your forehead breaking out into a sweat, and your hands pull heavily on the restraints, looking for anything to distract you further.

"Ale," you cry, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to fight your orgasm. Your legs are shaking, chest heaving, when you hear her footsteps entering the room a few moments later.

"Alexia, please," you whimper, opening your eyes to find her looking down at you from the side of the bed. If you weren't mistaken you can detect a hint of pride in her face, but you're distracted when she pulls the vibrator away. You moan despite yourself, having been hoping that she'd let you come upon her return. Now that you aren't about to come, you focus on Alexia again, noticing that she is completely naked, abs rippling as she leans over onto the bed, again, this time sliding something up your leg. You glance down, eyes widening when you see her pulling a harness onto you, and attaching a dildo to it.

"What-?" you wonder. It's not the first time you've worn it, but is significantly more common for Alexia too. On top of that, she is evidently in a very dominant mood today. You're pulled out of your thoughts by her swinging a leg over lap, resting on your thighs. She stares down at you, partially wet hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. She reaches a hand down, beginning to tease at her own pussy, pushing one finger in and moaning obscenely, throwing her head back as she begins to rock against her finger.

You think you might be able to come from that sight alone. She adds another finger, before pulling out completely, and spreading some of her slick on the strap attached to you. She moves forward, sinking down onto the cock slowly. It's obviously a stretch for her, as she leans forward, bracing herself with a hand on your stomach, letting her head hand forward as she slowly rises up, and then pushes back down.

"Joder," she groans, moving fast and faster as she gets acclimated to the size. She leans back then, hands reaching up to pull at her nipples, hips bouncing up and down on you.

"Jesus," you mumble, and she completely ignores you, focused on her own pleasure. She's clearly still turned on from before in the shower, and probably everything she's done since then, as she nears her own climax. Her abs tighten, and you ache to run a hand over them. Instead, you strain against the restraints, Alexia's hips stuttering as she cries out, heading tilting back as she fucks herself down on you through her orgasm.

She comes down slowly, pulling the cock out of herself and resting her forehead on your sternum. You just manage to kiss her forehead, leaning down despite the discomfort, as she settles against you, breathing hard.

"That was quite a show." You remark, and she lifts her head, resting her chin on your chest to grin up at you.

"You enjoyed?"

"Fuck, yes Alexia, I enjoyed."

"You have been very good for me, bonita, maybe you do not need to be punished as much as I thought you did." She murmurs, leaning up to connect her lips with yours, licking into your mouth as you strain up against her.

"I've been good?" you ask somewhat shyly, fulling falling into the place of submission where only Alexia can take you.

"So good, niña bonita. Tan buena." she says, moving her lips down your neck and over your chest, before she takes your nipple into her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut, and she squeezes your other breast in her hand, before switching her mouth with a loud pop. She suckles on your other nipple, flicking her tongue over it, before she pulls away, and begins unclipping the harness from your hips, and sliding it off of you.

"Do you want to come?" She asks, attaching the harness to herself, before switching out the dildo with one she knows you prefer.

"Yes," you say breathlessly.

"You do?" She questions mockingly, climbing back over you. "Are you ready to come until you cannot anymore?"

"Yes, whatever you want, Ale, please," you beg.

"Perfecta," she says, spreading your knees back apart and pushing into you in one stroke.

Your hands pull, hard, once again at the restraints holding them back as Alexia presses your knees up to your chest once again, and begins to fuck you. Her hips rock against yours smoothly, and she looks so perfect, so comfortable fucking into you, that you feel yourself lose your breath at the sight alone. She deep inside of you, and the feeling of her cock burying itself in you, combined with the stretch of your ass, which you now couldn't be more aware of, was perfect, so fucking perfect.

One of Alexia's hands leaves you briefly, and you find yourself missing the contact. That is, until you hear the click of the button, and suddenly, the plug is jumping to life, vibrating in your asshole, and you're crying out, the added stimulation dragging you rapidly to the edge.

"You wanna come?" she asks, barely breathless from her movements.

"Yes, please Alexia, let me come," you plead, forcing your eyes open to take in her face hovering above yours, eyebrows pinched in concentration as she pumps in and out of you.

"Once you start you aren't stopping," she warns, before pushing straightening one of your legs, and pushing it backwards. the new angle allows her to really push in, and you're falling over the edge not even seconds later.

"Alexia, oh my god," you moan, as she continues to push in and out of you, the movement slightly difficult as your pussy clenches around the strap. Your writhing underneath her, hands twisting and tugging in the restraints. They're soft, but your wrists can only take so much, something Alexia is aware of. She pauses her movements, cock still buried in you, reach up to release your hands, frowning just slightly at the red marks on your wrists, before returning her attention to your body.

Still not pulling out, she flips you onto your stomach, effectively putting you on your hands and knees, landing a couple of smacks on your ass. It's perfectly rough, everything you could ever want from her.

She jackhammers into you, your hips pushing back to meet her thrusts. You're in a state of pure bliss, continuous sounds of pleasure falling from your mouth.

"Taking it so well, bonita," Alexia praises, and you whimper at her words.

"Can- can I touch my clit," you stutter out, and Alexia thinks for a moment, still pounding into your hole, before she answers.

"Touch your pretty clit for me," she pants, and you reach a hand down, rubbing furious circles over your neglected clit. It all feels so good, stimulation everywhere you could possibly need it, and your mouth hands open as you gasp for breath.

"God, I"m gonna come again," you yelp, and Alexia wraps an arm around your abdomen, pulling you up against her chest. The angle is slightly different, her cock rubbing insistently on your spot, and you wrap an arm back around her neck, holding her tight against you as you scream in pleasure. Your whole body shakes against her, but she doesn't let up, pushing you back onto the mattress, hand on the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress.

You're screaming her name at this point, muffled by the duvet under your face, toeing the line of overstimulation. Her pace remains steady, hand moving from your head away to press lightly on the base of the plug, before she pulls on it, beginning to pump it in and out in time with her thrusts.

"One more for me, amor, I know you can take it," she commands. If Alexia says you can, than you're sure that you can. She fucks you hard all the way through your orgasm, cock pushed out of you as a stream of liquid leaves your body, squirting over Alexia's legs. Her fingers replace the dildo briefly, coaxing another round out of you, your whole body tense, before your legs give out, and you fall completely flat against the bed.

You're practically gasping for breath as you reach a hand back, trying to get the vibrations in your ass to stop, but Alexia shushes you, turning it off, and pulling it gently out. It's discarded into the abyss of your room, along with her strap, to be cleaned later. You manage to roll onto your back, finding Alexia kneeled on the bed below you, a triumphant smirk on her face. She's convinced she won, but really, that felt like more of a reward to you than a punishment.

You reach a shaking hand out to her, and she leans down, gently letting her weight settle on top of you, as you sigh in relief. It's quiet, as you both catch your breath, and a few minutes pass before Alexia speaks into your shoulder.

"I hope that was worth the teasing you will have to endure tomorrow."

"Me? You're the one going to be teased, you're the one Mapi heard."

"No, no, bonita. I texted Mapi when I stepped out of the room, and apologized profusely for her overhearing you in the showers. It was so loud, she couldn't tell who it was, but I cleared that right up." Alexia says smugly.

Now you know why she looked so proud of herself. She had won. Tomorrow was going to be hell; the teasing would be relentless, and you weren't sure you'd be able to walk.

You let out a deep sigh, pressing a begrudging kiss to Alexia's temple, because really, she did outsmart you. She sighs too, a much more content one, settling her face in your neck as you both fall into a peaceful silence, completely happy to stay pressed up against each other for as long as possible.

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sometimes as i lay in bed at night, i think about how if anyone i knew found this blog i would have to go into witness protection immediately.

#woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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healmyhrt · 2 months

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⌗ out of it, c. sturniolo

chris x fem!reader

summary: chris gets really drunk and begins to say things you and him both know he doesn’t mean.

disclaimers!: alcohol use, cursing, short

a/n: this is based in like the future like, chris has his own place n everything lols | also, we all know chris wouldn’t say these things guys, don’t take this to heart <3.

“chris?” i call through the front door. he had been ignoring my texts and calls for hours so i thought i should come and check up on him.

i unlock the door with my spare key. “chris, im coming in. okay?” i push the door open, and see a trail of beer cans to the kitchen.

following them, i meet a very drunk chris. he removes a bottle from his lips, and stares at me. “well, shit.”

i step closer to him, taking a look at the mess around me. alcohol everywhere, cigarettes burnt out on window sills.

chris looked terrible. his eyes were red and foggy, his hair was a mess, and his shirt had stains on it, probably from the alcohol.

“chris,” i start. he interrupts me, “come sit.” he guides me over to the couch, swiping beer cans off of it so i can sit. i sit on the clean couch arm instead. “are you okay?”

he tilts his head at me. “dont say that. im fine.” i purse my lips together, and finally sit next to him. he leans in to kiss me, and i pull away.

“what? so now im not good enough to kiss you?”

“its not that, chris.” i look around at the mess that’s surrounding us, then back at him. “what’s going on?”

chris takes another sip to stall away from the question. i stare at him, with worry in my eyes. “dont fucking look at me like that.” i can hear the anger in his voice. chris gets up, walking around.

i stand, not taking my eyes off of him. “chris, you aren’t okay right now.” i walk over to him. “let me get you the help you need, baby.”

i attempt to place my hand to his shoulder, and he dodges it. “dont fucking call me ‘baby’, matter of fact, you should go.” his words slurring.

“im not going anywhere.” i reply. chris stares at me, an angry expression across his face. “get the fuck out.”

my eyes start to water at his words. but i try to remember its just the alcohol talking. “no, chris—”

“LEAVE!” he shouts at me. chris stomps toward me, his breath reeking of alcohol. “i love you, chris.” i whisper out.

“yeah? well i fucking hate you.”

i stay silent, and gently bite my bottom lip as tears trickle down my cheeks. “you don’t mean that.” my voice cracking as the words leave my mouth.

“yes the fuck i do.” he enunciates each word as much as he can. chris gets in my face, our noses basically touching. he looks down at me, anger in his eyes.

“i hate you.”

i shake my head as tears begin streaming down my face. chris scoffs. “i mean it with everything in me. i hate you. i don’t need or want your help, and im better off without you. so, go. leave.”

i lick the tears up, and look at him again. “say you don’t mean it, and i’ll go if that’s what you really want.”

chris slams the bottle onto the ground, glass flying everywhere. i hold my head in my hands, and start. crying uncontrollably.

i guess this reality checked him, because his face immediately turned soft. “baby?” i look up, my eyes now red from crying.

i fall into his arms, and his squeezes me tight. he moves us slowly over to the couch, and lets me cry into his shirt, (that smelled like alcohol).

“i am so so unbelievably sorry, baby.” his eyes begin to water. i sigh, and hug him again. “say you didn’t mean it.” i whisper into his shirt.

“i would never mean anything i said. i do not hate you. and i am 100% not better off without you.” he frowns.

i kiss him, and cry into his lips. chris tucks my head back under his chin, and cradles my head. letting me sob into his shirt, he begins to do the same.

“i was so out of it.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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brodieland · 2 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Percy finally takes you on that date, who would've thought he was so romantic !!! Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 2930 A/N: felt like adding some social media into this one, ignore all there faces, imagine whoever you want for the photos

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt4

The shower is your thinking spot. You think about anything. You think about your day, things you have to do, what you're gonna eat later, basically anything. Except now, all you could think about was Percy. The more you think about it, the more you realize how much time you've actually spent thinking about him in the past. Maybe not the way you are right now, mostly just pranking, but still. After about half an hour of standing in the water thinking of Percy, it's time to get out.

After hopping out, and changing into some clothes, you head to your room. You decided to check if you had any messages on your phone. Instead, you found a mention on Instagram from Percy.

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＠seaweedbrain • 20 min

Liked by wisegirl and others.. ＠seaweedbrain: why is this lady invading my motherland?? ＠StyxGirl View comments..

＠wisegirl: she's added the flare you can't →＠seaweedbrain: ＠wisegirl its literally my home?? →＠wisegirl: ＠seaweedbrain whats your point???

＠deathboynicoo: saying she's invading ur space after asking her out is crazyy😭👋 →＠seaweedbrain: ＠deathboynicoo maybe im bipolar?? what happened to mental health matters?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠seaweedbrain you actually wanna be me so bad holyy🤦 →＠wisegirl: @deathboynicoo HE WHAT?? HELLO??

＠StyxGirl: when did you get these pictures of me you actual stalker →＠seaweedbrain: ＠StyxGirl she want mee🤭 →＠BeaurengardOnTop: ＠seaweedbrain me and my mama stay plotting on yall‼️

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After laughing and going through Percy's comments, you decided to FaceTime Silena and Annabeth. They pick up immediately.

"Y/N" Annabeth and Silena shouted.

"Hey guys" you said calmly, sticking out your tongue.

"Erm, explain??" Said Silena. And you did. You explained everything that happened, starting from when you pulled him out of class, all the way till when Nico sadly interrupted the two of you. He was never gonna let you live that down and you knew it. By the time you were finished their eyes were WIDE.

"Bro Nicos so funny" Annabeth was laughing so hard at that fact Nico pulled you out of Percy's grasp. "Love that kid."

"No cause let me catch him with Will" you said, making to two on the phone laugh even harder. "Let's see whos laughing then!"

After everyone caught their breathes, Silena spoke up. "So tell us, what's happening on this little date." Silena was wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke.

"Well, I actually don't know yet-" you cut yourself off when you saw a text from Percy. "Speak of the devil he just texted me."

"Well what does it say" Annabeth demanded.

'Meet me at my dorm tomorrow at 5. Wear something nice.'

"His dorm at 5. He said wear something nice" you read aloud.

"What a little romantic" Silena said.

"Gods, you and Percy are my favorite show right now" Annabeth said.

"Heyy, thats what my mom said" Silena shared happily.

"Alright guys I'm gonna go now, night night" you said

"Goodnightt" Silena and Annabeth said simultaneously.

After hanging up the phone you remembered to text Percy back before putting your phone down. You decided to grab your laptop and watch some Netflix. After a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, you accidentally dozed off without realizing.

[12:06] AM

You woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating next to you. You picked it up to check the caller ID. 'water boy.' At this hour?

"Percy?" You answered groggily.

"Oh, did I wake up, sorry I'll go" Percy apologized.

"Wait no, no. It's fine, whats up" you quickly spit out. You were now sitting up in your bed.

"Oh um, I just can't sleep, so I wanted to come over. Like last time you know" Percy asked. You smiled at the request.

"Sure Percy," you were kinda warm. "I'll be waiting." And with that you both hung up the phone. Ten minutes pass by and you get a text from Percy.

'Hey I'm here, I didn't want to wake up Nico or something.'

Without responding you, you quickly put your phone down and speedily, but quietly, ran toward the door and swung it open.

"Someones excited to see me, aren't they" Percy laughed as he walked inside.

"Hey you're the one who wanted to come over" you pointed out as you started walking to your room with Percy trailing behind. "Someone wanted a little sleepover" you started to tease.

"And you're the one who let me wake you up and insisted I came over." You stopped in your tracks, turning around to stare at Percy with your jaw on the floor. "Like you just had to ask, no need to twist my arm about it."

"Okay lets just get to my room buddy" you said as you continued to make your way back to your room.

"To your bedroom already? Buy me a drink first maybe" You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Your minds in the gutter. And let's be honest," you turned your head around to look up at Percy "you wouldn't need me to get you a drink to get you in that bedroom." You jokingly threw a flirty wink and made your way to your bedroom, almost leaving behind a flustered Percy. You jumped into your bed and Percy followed next to you.

"Anyways I'm tired come here." Percy said as he pulled you into his embrace, making you laugh. You wrapped your arms around before you looked at him.

"Wow, you really came over to sleep in my bed with me" you said.

"Well of course, why? Did you think I came over for something" Percy smirked at you. You rolled your eyes before snuggling in closer.

"No I didn't, now go to sleep water boy" you said into his chest.

Percy kissed the top of your head before saying goodnight. The both of you were out and started dreaming of each other.

[11:19] AM

When you woke up, you noticed you were alone again. You were sad until you turned over and saw a note lying on your nightstand. AW, Percy wrote you a note with your pink glitter pen. It said

'Sorry to just leave you alone, you seemed so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. I left to go set up for later, see you later styx girl ;)'

You held the note up and smiled as you read it. Styx girl was something he came up with back at camp. You hated him but the name was catchy so you didn't mind it. After finishing you put the note back down and headed out to the kitchen and found your amazing brother, Nico, making two smores pop tarts.

"I hope one of those are for me" you said.

"Oh of course your hungry" um, rude?

"I literally just woke up, what with your attitude kid?"

"No attitude. Here" he threw you one of the pop tarts and you just barely caught it mid air.

"You couldn't just leave it on a plate?" You looked at him wide-eyed as he almost just socked with you a pop tart.

"I definitely could've" he looked at you with a face saying, 'but why would I do that when I could smack you with a pop tart.'

"Okay.." you started to walk away and sat in the living room of your dorms common area. After you finish slumming down your pop tart you start slouching down on the couch and scroll through your phone.

"So Y/N," Nico stared as he creeped on over to the couch. "Do you think you could just sleep over at Percy's tonight?"

You looked up at Nico to see if he was joking but he was looking at you straight faced. "Excuse me" you asked happily, knowing why he made the request.

"You're excused" he said. You continued to stare at him till he said what you wanted to hear. And he knew what you were waiting for too. "Wills sleeping over."

"Of course I can leave the lovebirds alone!" You said as you let out a toothy, close-eyed grin. Nico just rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked off, annoyed by his sisters teasing.

'Knock, knock'

Who could that be?

"It's Annabeth and Silena, OPEN UP" Annabeth yelled as she banged on the door. You groaned and yelled back at her as you went to open the door before it was knocked down.

"No need to break down my door, I'm right here" you said as you stepped aside to let the girls in.

"We wanted to borrow you before that little boy does" Annabeth joked.

"A little girls day, if you will. Plus we could help you get ready perhaps" Silena said.

"Alright, alright. I think I might have some face masks or something we could do." You said. You and the other two girls spent the day gossiping and just relaxing as the day flew by.

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Liked by seaweedbrain and others.. ＠StyxGirl: feeding my girls before I forced them to help me get ready😛 ＠wisegirl ＠BeauregardOnTop

＠BeauregardOnTop: stop acting like you didn't want us there😘 →＠wisegirl: ＠BeauregardOnTop can we talk about her taking credit for our idea for coming over?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠wisegirl no bc its not even that srs lets take it down a notch

＠seaweedbrain: yoo that girl in the last pic kinda fine who is that?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠seaweedbrain bro this shit is NOT rizz💀 →＠seaweedbrain: ＠deathboynicoo shut tf up maybe?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠seaweedbrain hey😁 im on my way😁😁 →＠deathboynicoo: ＠StyxGirl your still going after he spoke like that to your beloved brother?? →＠StyxGirl: ＠deathboynicoo didn't you want the dorm to yourself or am I going crazy?? →＠deathboynicoo: ＠StyxGirl stay safe❤️

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You put your phone in your pocket and kept walking out to Percy's dorm. You couldn't help but smile on your way over, you couldn't believe it. Percy was setting up a date for you, you. You still couldn't stop thinking about what he said when you guys were out at the beach riding the hippocampi. How he said he should've taken you out before you guys started hating on each other. Is this something he had thought about for a while? Did he always think you were cute or something. Well if he did, it didn't show. Ha.

You kept thinking as you finally made it to Percy's dorm, and you thought it would be funny if you did it again. And by it, you meant banging on the door till there was a hole in it. Though, before you could hit the door a second time, Percy was already opening it.

"Let's calm down with that fist of fury now shall we" Percy said as he took your hand in his. "Follow me." Not like you had a choice, since he never let go of your hand and it didn't seem like he planned too. As he dragged you to this date location, you couldn't help but admire Percy. He cleaned up well. That black button down, with the top button undone and with the sleeves rolled up? Wow. You were truly a simple, simple woman.

And finally you made it, the rooftop. It was a relaxing evening. The sunset was beautiful out, the breeze was gently, and after a few seconds, you noticed it. Percy had set up a little picnic that was set on the edge of the roof giving a perfect view of the sky. "Let's take a seat" Percy said.

When you guys sat down you looked inside the basket sitting in between the two of you. Blue. It was filled blue food, mostly sweets, and it all looked so good. "So Percy is your favorite color pink, just wondering" you joked with Percy. He just laughed.

"Blue food is a tradition thing between me and my mom. Thought I'd let you in on it" Percy explained. All you could think was 'aw.' You knew how close him and his mom were. I mean he even he mouthed off your dad, the god of the underworld, to get her home. That's ballsy. You wondered what he'd think about how you've taken a liking to this boy.

"Wow, I feel so special" Percy smiled at you as you took a bite into one of the cookies. "Holy shit. This is so goood" you were basically rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you said this.

"Wow, they look good, but are you sure its cookies? Are you sure you're not hiding anything somewhere?" Percy said as he quiet down and tried to listen for a suspicious noise. It took you a second to understand his joke before you smacked him in the arm with a shocked look on your face.

"Wow! You expect that on a first date! What do you think I am? A blasphemous whore?" You and Percy leaned over on each other, laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. As you both calmed down you spoke up again. "No but really, these are really good."

"It's my moms recipe, I was worried I would mess it up so I made her stay on the phone the whole time I made them." Percy said.

"Aw you called your mom to help you with a date" you said. His little mama's boy side was something you always liked about him. Wait.

"Yeah I did, she's like Annabeth and Silena. Always pestering me about you" you stared at his with admiration.

"You would talk to her about me" You asked, you were probably grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course I told my mom about the girl who was threatening to kill me every few seconds. She even knows about the snake in my bed." you started laughing.

"Well, I'm glad we're both past that." You laid back and looked up at the sky that was now covered in stars. Percy followed after you. "The views amazing."

"Yeah" Percy said in almost a whisper. You turned to you when you realized he was looking at you when he said that. Making you the amazing view.

You playfully smacked his arm and rolled your eyes before shouting out "woow you're soo cornyy" you giggled out. Percy started tickling you viscously.

"Take it back" Percy didn't stop, not even till you were out of breathe.

"Fine, fine, I take it back. You're not corny, you're the most romantic man I've ever met" and with that he finally stopped. Not before getting you to lay relaxingly on his chest. You were now both stargazing and just enjoying each others presence.

"I'm glad we did this" you said.

"Me too" Percy said as he kissed the top of your head. After he did that, you leaned up on rested on your elbows while your head hovered his. That's when Percy brought his hand to behind you neck and pulled you in. You guys started making out softly. As it went on for longer, it got more intense. You swung one leg over and straddled him. Both your hands in his soft hair while hands gripped on your waist. Slowly sliding lower as he gripped on the top of your thighs and pulled you closer..

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You were sitting up in Percy's bed, in Percy's shirt, scrolling through your phone. Wow, on a roof. Not expected at all. Finally, Percy walked back in the room wearing a pair of sweats and laid down next to you. He looked at you with stars in his eyes. He lifted his hand up and making soft circles on your neck, tracing the newly formed purple spots on it.

"I stand by what I said the other day, you looked good in my clothes. Maybe even better with no pants on" as Percy said that, you took the hand that was tracing circles and threaded your fingers threw it.

"Aw you don't think of me as a blasphemous whore even after doing it on the first date."

"I could never think of you like that."

You slide over and sat on top of Percy again. "AGAIN?" he looked at you with a shocked face, but not actually shocked of course, just messing with you. You softly smacked his chest before laying down and just relaxing. You closed your eyes and just embraced Percy.

You guys were quiet for awhile before Percy asked "soo, what now? What are we?"

"What do you want us to be?"

"I'm not letting you leave this dorm if you're anything less than my girlfriend." Percy started sitting up, making you do so as well. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, maybe just a little. "I let us go around and hate each other for years, I'm not missing my chance again, so please, let me just be your boyfriend."

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy. SHIT. These few days have been insane. It truly didn't take long for Percy to make you feel things you never would have expected to feel for him in a million years. Who would've thought a night of drinking would've brought you together. Definitely not you.

"I mean if you reallyy want to be, then, yes you CANN be my boyfriend." You were trying your best to finish your sentence without giggling. This second you stopped talking Percy just grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely. You could feel each others smiling as you did so. And suddenly you were back to laying down and Percy was back on top of you.

You now had a boyfriend and his name was Percy Jackson. And you couldn't be happier.

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Did I eat be honest. Maybe pt 5 if the people still want it.

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clockwayswrites · 7 months

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Bury the Years Part 2

WC:1091 Masterpost CW: blood, canon typical violence, brief mentions of human trafficking/pedos

Jason watched Dick pace, hand clamped over his mouth like he was going to be sick. He could tell that Petrichor was watching Dick’s back and forth because of the very slight shifts of the other’s head against his chest. He was sure to keep petting his hair, hoping not to have to deal with a fit right then.

They were terrifying to watch.

Finally Dick stopped, sucked a breath through his nose, and then let his hand drop.

“You clawed your way out of your grave.” Dick sounded ruined.

Jason knew he didn’t sound much better. “Yeah.”

“When?”

He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see Dick’s expression for this. “Four years ago.”

“Four years?!”

Hearing it wasn’t much easier.

“Where have you been? Why didn’t you—”

“Talia grabbed me, alright?” Jason snapped. That burning bile of the Pit coated the back of his throat. Petrichor nuzzled at his chest and Jason tried to breathe. He pulled the other a little tighter against him. “I was… I wasn’t okay. I was lost? My mind was lost. Talia grabbed me. I was with the League of Assassins or she would send me training or— she got in my fucking head Dick. They threw me in the Pits and whatever parts of my brain it couldn’t bring back they filled in and, and…”

He pried his eyes open. It was one of the hardest things he’d done since he’d been back, other than actually calling Dick, but he pried his eyes open and let Dick see the horrible, glowing green. “I’m not okay, Dick. I’m all sorts of fucked up and I’ve done fucked up things and, fuck, Dick, the things I was planning to do…”

“Hey, hey no, you didn’t, you called me,” Dick said, rushing over. Petrichor flinched, hard, and Dick stopped instantly, crouching instead, palms out and open. “You called me. I can help. Whatever she did to you, whatever she made you do—”

“I’ve killed, Dick. I killed in training. I killed teachers she sent me to because they were pedophiles or traffickers or some other sort of evil. I’ve killed and it wasn’t all her. B will never—”

“I killed the Joker,” Dick said, interrupting with a sort of detached cold that Jason had never heard from his brother before.

The Joker? But they… Talia said…

“They brought him back, but I killed him. But I’m still me, every part of me. You’re still his son, of course B will take you back.”

“Don’t,” Jason choked out.

“And if he won’t you have me! You’ll always have me.”

Jason squeezed his eyes shut again. “You don’t know what I was planning to do!”

“But you didn’t do it!”

“Because of him!” Petrichor flinched hard at the shout and the fight drained out of Jason like a bleeding wound. “Hey, I’m sorry dust bunny. I’m sorry I yelled, that wasn’t right of me. It’s okay, we’re okay. Dick’s not going to hurt us and I’m not going to hurt him. We’re safe. Remember I promised we were safe?”

Jason waited for the little nod.

“That hasn’t changed, earthworm. We’re still safe. That hasn’t changed. I just got angry and scared, but we’re still safe.”

Petrichor’s too thin finger squeezed Jason’s hand twice.

“Okay,” Dick said softly when Jason didn’t speak again. “Okay… we can… work through that.”

Jason laughed, the sound cracking in his dry throat. “I can’t see B right now, Dick. My head’s all messed up about him and with the Pits… I can’t see him or r—or the other one.”

“Alfred?’” Dick asked incredulously.

“No, Dickstick, the new black haired, blue eyed orphan charity case B replaced me with.”

“Who— oh, no, Jay, Tim—”

Jason honest to everything growled. The sound ripped itself out of his throat before he was even aware he was making it.

“Ooookay. Um, he isn’t your replacement, Jay. He doesn’t even live at the manor. He’s stayed over a few nights, if he got hurt on patrol, but he’s the neighbor. It’s part of how he figured this all out. He basically made B take him on as Robin.

What?

“What?”

No, that wasn’t… Talia had said…

“Yeah. The kid… he’s something. But he’s not B’s new son. And he sure can’t replace you, little wing.

Jason looked away from Dick, gnawing on the edge of his lip. That…

“But! You don’t have to see either of them right now. You and your, er, friend can come back to my place! It’s not much but we can make it work! You two can have the bed and I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll have to go shopping but,” Dick said, talking a mile a minute. He stood up suddenly, making Petrichor flinch again, but this time it was Dick that Jason stayed focused on.

“You’re hurt.”

“What? No, I mean, okay, a little, but it’s nothing! The plan still works.”

“Dick,” Jason snapped, though he was careful not to raise his voice.

Dick rolled his eyes, but pulled up his hoodie and shirt. The bandage was soaked through with blood.

“Jesus, Dick, did you even stitch it up?”

“I was trying to get here as fast as I could!”

“It’s ten in the morning! You didn’t get stabbed at ten in the morning. Did you pop your stitches while sleeping?”

Dick stared mulishly at the ground.

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker, you didn’t stitch it up last night,” Jason said. He tightened his hold on Petrichor preemptively. “And you think you can look after us? You can’t even look after yourself!”

“That’s different!”

“How? Why?”

“Because you matter!” Dick shouted.

“And you don’t?” Jason yelled back.

Dick’s shaking fists were clenched so tightly Jason knew there would soon be more blood to deal with. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to, the little jerky shrug he gave said it all.

“Right, that’s…” Jason buried his face in Petrichor’s hair again and tried to gather the few scraps of nerves he had left. “We’ll go to the manor. All three of us, we’ll go to the manor. You’re staying too so that Alfred can patch you up and so that you can keep B and him away from us. But you have to stay, Dick, I can’t be there without you. You have to stay too.”

Jason was sure, for a moment, that Dick was going to say no, but then he sighed heavily and his shoulders dropped in a weary slump. “Okay little wing, okay.”

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AN: You all voted for it! So have some more hurt! Dick's still in a really rough spot when this fic starts, struggling with everything. It's not a good time for anyone.

We also have Jason's main name for Danny for this one! Since he doesn't know Danny's name. And of course lots of other nicknames!

Stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #dead on main #bury the years

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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To add more angst to your Sibling Vil headcanons, what's if the reader is the one who overblots instead of Vil, after he basically ruins their confidence and realizes Vil has some resentment toward them? Revealing in their overblot form that they never even wanted to be famous and only did it for Vil's approval

yesss the angst I live for it!

For those who didn't see the original post you can fine it here. (Let me know if link doesn't work)

Vil's broken sibling relationship (alternate ending)

when Vil did hang out with you, he would always point out some small thing about you that was out of place

even if you had everything together, he would find something to criticize

afterwards he would always make a comment about how you should be careful because your actions reflect on him and your father

sometimes he would even give you a backhanded compliment or when he was especially angry, he would straight up insult you and claim he's trying to help you

it became very clear that Vil hated you

hated how you acted and how you looked

you two used to get along

he even helped you become who you were today

when you were young, he would always help you with how to act or how to look right for all the cameras

he carefully help you and taught you back then

but now he was openly insulting you and hating you

according to Vil, you were many things

you were an idiot for not being able to understand or see the simplest things

you were naïve and stupid for not realizing that your friends only liked you because of your fame

you were annoying

you were lazy

you were ugly

your own brother said all this to you

the only person you thought you could truly rely on, hated you

maybe he was right about you

maybe all those things were true

everyone else probably say you like that

now it was so much easier to pay attention to all the negative publicity you got

Vil was right

you wish it wasn't him that said it, but he was right

it's safe to say that your confidence wasn't doing too great lately

and as you walked through the school halls, it felt like everyone was watching you with criticizing eyes

like they were just waiting for you to embarrass yourself

and when you did, they would be watching, recording, and laughing

so lost in your own thoughts, you weren't paying much attention to where you were going

and you ran into him

your dear brother who hated everything about you

of course, he started criticizing you again

and in front of everyone

"Looks like you're even worse than I thought if you can't even pay attention to where you're walking. You look more unsightly today than usual. You really can't get anything right can you?"

the students around you two started whispering, some even snickered

they were talking about you

you could just tell

it was too much

everything they were saying was too much

you couldn't be here

not with them, not with Vil

you backed away from Vil with tears in your eyes

and you looked directly at him

the cold and uncaring expression clear on his face

thinking back on it, did he ever even care?

was he only ever helping you because your father was forcing you two to be in the spotlight

did he only help you because he couldn't be seen next to someone so hideous?

how horrible it all was

your life, your image, your thoughts, you

for just one moment you wished they would all stop talking, stop talking about you

without even thinking you sent one spell, a simple spell, in Vil's general direction

and that was enough

enough for the air to suddenly feel so thin and an overwhelming sense of dread flooded through you

the world seemed darker

like someone had dimmed everything down

but the whispers got louder and louder until it turned into shouting

they all hated you

it was clear

you just had to accept and give in

Vil was right

you could feel liquid running down your cheeks

reaching up, you went to wipe away the tears

but when you pulled your hand back, you saw black

those weren't really tears

it was blot covering your hand

and it wouldn't stop running down your cheeks like a river that never ends

it ran down your hands and even covered your arms

you could feel it run along your skin and even drip down to the ground

but none of that even mattered right now

Vil stood in front of you now looking shocked

everyone else scrambled to get away from you

of course they did

"You should be proud, Vil. They all love you, and would never run away from you."

he pulled out his magical pen

"You're even incredibly stupid when you overblot. You can't even see how much they love you more than me. They've said that you're the most beautiful. You don't even work that hard and you get amazing opportunities. Meanwhile spend every hour of every day trying to be the best."

looking down at yourself, you could see that your clothes have even changed

beautifully designed clothes were in the place of your old ones

drops of blots swirled down your clothes, and somehow made them look nicer

Vil said they called you the most beautiful, but he's also told you how ugly you were in the past

how could he suddenly change his words like that

they obviously didn't like you that much

they constantly talk and even now avoid you

it made you angry

Vil has been nothing but cruel to you

you couldn't control it

and you lashed your magic at him

he was able to dodge some of your attacks and even started attacking you

your anger just kept building up

"Are you serious? You made me like this. You helped guide me when we were younger. I never even wanted any of those roles! I never wanted to live like this!"

you sent a particularly strong attack his way and he took it full force

Vil staggered back, disheveled and wounded from the fight so far

but your attacks just kept coming and only grew in intensity

"All I ever wanted was for you to just accept me, to like me. But ever since we started growing up you've done nothing but hate me."

it was getting harder to see and hear what was happening

ink plagued all your senses

and all you felt was anger

when you next opened your eyes, everything was blurry for a second

your body felt weak and it hurt to even move

but when your vision cleared, you could see that you were in the school infirmary

and sitting next to your bed was Vil

he seemed to notice you were awake

"How are you feeling?"

despite his calm tone, Vil looked rough

still beautiful as always, but a well trained eye could see the way his hair was slightly out of place and makeup ever so slightly smudged in the corners

he had been here a while

once again you could feel water run down your cheeks

you quickly reached up to wipe it away and looked at your hands

it was actual water this time, not blot

Vil sighed and grabbed your hand

"I'm sorry."

a heavy silence hung in the air afterwards

a million things that he wanted to say

things he needed to say

but right now, he couldn't find the words

so Vil promised himself that he would be able to tell you everything and that he'd do everything he can to try to fix what both he and his father had broken

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil angst

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You didn't exactly want to admit how you felt about it. Your fathers best friend, Philip, was a pain in the ass. Quite literally as well.

Every time he came over, he was all over you, and along with your father. And even worse, your mother's job had her away constantly. And it wasn't like you could text her. Not when your dad had to give you a phone and watch what you did on it before taking it back.

It was ironic given that he was watching porn all the time on his phone. You had walked in on him once or twice. You still weren't sure if he was really close or if he had come to you both times. You hoped for the latter, obviously.

Philip wasn't the brightest either, as stated. Whereas your father was with you all the time, every time phil came over, his advances were clear. Missing panties, bras, shirts.. you name it. Even your own jewelry? The worst part is he would tell you exactly what he'd do with them. And return them to you.. with their own new design. More of, covered in cum. Needless to say, those panties were thrown away. But you didn't have an infinite supply of the damn fuckers, so there you were. Sitting alone in your room with no panties and a tight little top for bed.

You preferred tighter clothes for bed since they didn't slide around as much. You dad didn't seem to think it was for that. It was surely just to turn him on.. According to him.

You had lost doorknob privileges due to talking back when it was really just you telling him about why you decided to wear tight clothes. He wouldn't even let you buy baggy ones. Said you'd look homeless every time.

So, under your covers, you were really just in a camisole. Just a baby pink shirt, nothing special. You were so ready for bed. It was the middle of the week, and you had classes tomorrow at your college, so you had to get your beauty sleep. Until...

You heard a knock at the front door, then a few clicks of the doorbell. You already knew who it must've been.

Fucking phillip.

"Hey!!" He shouted, seeing your father. You pictured the scene in your head since you were upstairs. Sulking in dread as you already knew what was about to happen. You heard muffled voices.. and then walking up the stairs. You saw your dad's silhouette through the small hole of your absent doorknob.

"Phil wants to see you, baby doll." He peeked his head in, and you audibly groaned. "No." You mumbled, glaring at him.

"No attitude. You know fuckin' better. Get up, you're saying hi. And just for that, you'll be spending about an hour with us since you wanna be such an uptight brat." He glanced at his watch before watching you instead of disappearing. You just looked back. Wouldn't he leave?

"Get up. You wanna test me?" He growled, walking in and getting closer to you. He hovered over you, his eyes staring daggers into yours. "If you wanna be a fucking brat do it so phil can see. Get the fuck up, y/n." He said in a yelling whisper voice. The type your mom would use when you were misbehaving in public.

Abruptly, he tugged your covers off just as you were about to say anything. No panties.. no covers. No privacy. He glanced down, taking a look at your bare pussy. "Oh so you're being a slut now? Is that it?" He said, rolling his eyes before grabbing your arm. "I don't have any underwear!" You protested, but he dragged you out of bed regardless despite you trying to fight him. There was no use. He was twice your size.. you weren't exactly a fighter either.

He pulled you down the stairs and led you into the kitchen.. only Phil to be there with a grin on his face. "What's wrong? Missing something?" He asked, glancing down at your hands tugging down at your camisole to cover yourself. Your cheeks flushed, embarrassment and anger setting in. You were flustered, and your own father threw you at a man whore. "Fuck off." You snapped at him, only to get a rough push into the counter by your dad, his body pushing you into the cold marble. "You will not speak to our guests that way, do you understand." He roughly whispered into your ear with gritting teeth before pushing off you after your little scolding.

You stood there, practically fuming. You glared at phil, only making him chuckle, his eyes drifting down to your pussy.. a little bush of pubes very visible, along with your pussy lips.

"Wanna tell Phil why you don't wanna wear underwear, hm?" John seemed to have calmed a bit, almost a playful tone as he glanced down too.. feeling a bit of blood rush to his cock.

"Because someone took all my panties and used them to jerk off with." You said dryly, eyes connected with Phil's as he finally looked up, tilting his head. "Wasn't me, baby. Must've been your dirty daddy." He laughed, only for John to laugh with him. Your dad's hand slipping around your waist before sliding down to your ass.. giving it a rough squeeze. "Guess we'll have to get you some more, huh?" John said, his hand leaving you to reach out to the fridge only to grab two beers. Despite being of age, you still weren't allowed to drink. Or basically do anything for that matter.

He passed the beer to Phil for him to smirk, tipping his head up as a thanks before he opened the cap with just his thumb. You were surprised he didn't have a deep cut of some kind. You guessed it was from all the shit he did over the years.. creating a rough callous on each of his fingertips. John did the same, for them to take a few sips, dramatically smacking and doing what older men had to.

"You just wanna stand there? If you need something to do, you can always start cleaning. Something a woman like you should be doing." He said, taking a quick sip before chuckling softly. "Or actually, a girl like you."

Fucking prick. You chose not to talk. It would only get you either having to actually do that or screamed at.. or worse. You shuddered at the thought. They both began to chat.. while you stood there awkwardly.. backing away slowly.

John didn't seem to notice. Nor care. So, you crept up the stairs, being sure to avoid the creaky parts before getting into bed, shutting your eyes. You prayed they wouldn't notice you disappeared, but they would eventually. You were just afraid of what would happen.

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"Wanna fuck her?" Phil said. He wasn't lightweight. He knew well what he was doing. What he was asking from your father. And your dad did, too. He wasn't dumb. "Why wouldn't i?" He said back, glancing at each other.

"Her fault for wearing that shit.." Phil cursed under his breath, palming himself as they stood above your bed.. watching your body squirm in whatever dream you were having. John's eyes were focused on your ass. Perked out as you were cuddled into yourself.. curled up. You said sweet little nothings.. soft hums coming from your mouth as your pussy soon glistened.

To answer the question.. yes. You liked it. You loved it. The attention was horrible, but the outcome? God. Your poor pussy needed cock. You were still a virgin due to your dad being a prick and not letting you lose it.. so your fingers and household items were really the best you had. And you couldn't even deny it if you were asked. You had wet dreams about fuckng yourself on your dad's cock maybe every night.

Your pussy was practically dripping. John groaned softly.. his cock perking in his jeans. "Fuck.. pretty girl.." he mumbled, bending his knees as he moved his hands to your ass.. rubbing it before sticking a finger in your tight little hole.. the warm wetness sucking him in. Phil was unbuckling his jeans.. pulling his boxers down and stroking his meaty cock in no time as he watched your father finger you..

"So fuckin' tight..." he rose from his position.. pulling his cock out as well.. moving down once more.. just now on your bed. You still hadn't awoke yet since your dream was also quite action packed. You didn't notice the dips in the bed where your father's knees had gone.. his hand guiding his cock along your wet folds, a grunt leaving his lips as he took everything in him not to cum right there and then. Phil hummed behind him, precum from his cock making wet noises as he pumped his cock.. grabbing one of your arms from where it was tucked in your chest before gliding it over his cock instead. Soon, both the men were groaning.. only fondling with you now.

John decided it was enough. So, he began to push his cock inside you, Phil now moving onto the bed aswell, on the other side as he rubbed his cock against your cheek. They were both getting what they wanted before your eyes began to flicker open.. Phil reacting immediately. He slipped his cock in your mouth, holding your head as he licked his lips.. eyes rolling back as he began to buck his hips against your tongue. You hummed... the foreign feeling of something prodding at your pussy making you mumble more.. little movements coming from you as you finally began to realize what was taking place. You moaned as your stepdad began to work himself in further, groans leaving his lips as you squeezed around his cock. You whimpered.. hands tugging on Phil as he lifted your head farther on his cock.. guiding you as you moaned around both of them.

"Fuck, baby.." Phil cursed. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He began to thrust into your mouth, your eyes widening as you gagged and choked on his girth. He was huge.. you could feel how slimy his cock was from his precum.. and even better, your daddy was thrusting into you at the same time, cock covered in your sticky arousal as lube. He began to spoon you, rutting up into your core as you moaned, his hand reaching around to play with your clit at the same time.

"So tight, princess.. love this big ol' cock dontcha' babe.." he purred into your ear, quickening his pace as he groaned and bit at your neck.. Phil bruising your throat at the same time. John knew you were helpless. He knew you were just a little toy for him now.. and he fucking loved it.

He thrusted and thrusted, finger quickening on your sensitive bud as Phil began to slow down.. sloppy thrusts following as he quickly pulled out of your mouth, pumping his cock quickly.. "fuckfuckfuck.. cmon.. fuck.. baby.." His feet scrunched as you moaned on your daddy's cock, little whimpers leaving you as you closed your eyes.. Phil shooting cum all over your face.. the gooey white substance dripping from his tip as he groaned.. swallowing hard as he watched John practically pound into your pussy as he sucked on your neck. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy.." He said, voice rough and gravelly as he tried to keep his composure inside you.. his free hand going under you and slipping beneath your shirt to cup your tit.. pinching your nipples.

"Fuck! Ah.. too much!" You whined.. shorted breaths leaving you as you reached down to play with your clit.. your breath quickening as you came closer and closer to the edge.

"Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over step daddy's cock?" He grunted, obviously close himself as he kept going steadily, your clit burning with heat as you finally came.. short gasps leaving you as you whimpered.. mumbling yes over and over again as you father came quickly after cock pushed up into your cervix as he came.. hips jolting as he hummed.. "ur' pussy belongs to me, doll.. daddy's girl.."

He had filled you to the brim with his cum.. eventually pulling out only for the cum to ooze out of you.. body shaking as you gasped.. feeling the absence of your dad's cock as you drifted back to sleep..

"Never getting a filling that good from anyone else.." he whispered, kissing your forehead as he presumably got dressed with Phil... leaving you to your dreams as you slept.

This took so unbelievably long to make. It looks so short, too 😭. I hope you enjoyed it!! lmk if you want a part 2 maybe?? If this gets traction maybe but idk I'm not gonna like waste time if it's not gonna be enjoyed yknow 🤧

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For Just a Moment I'm Whole Again

Request: anon—ghost!Reader falls in love with Colby

Summary: ghost!Reader finds out that her twin flame is Colby who was born decades after she died, and upon meeting him for the first time, she needs his help to usher her on to the afterlife to be free from the purgatory she roams.

Warnings: ghost!Reader x Colby smut, Age Gap, Bittersweetness, light Angst, Fluff, and Twin Flame relationship

Words: 6.6k

No Y/N Use

Title from 'Calcutta' by Sleep Token

A/N: Technically, Reader is 19 while Colby is 27, however she died nearly thirty years before he was born, so who's older?

I stopped crying about it a few years ago.

Maybe a decade or two, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not that I was upset about how I died, I almost forgot the pain of it all, I was upset because out of everywhere I could have died, it was in a house.

A lonely house.

After I died, apparently my friends were too traumatized to keep the house, so they sold it. I tried to get their attention. Everyday I tried to convince them that purgatory was real and they forced me into it by leaving. What was I supposed to do alone in a house that no one wanted to buy because a death occurred?

When I found out that they also rumored to their realtor that it was haunted, I wanted to slap the lives out of them. Of course it was haunted; that was your best friend trying to get you to look at me for once before I could never see you again—

I cried for years.

No one bought the house.

I slept in the king sized bed in the room upstairs alone and cold.

There was a hotspot in the middle of the house.

The house was built upon a particular mineral that ushered in traveling ghosts, and the convenient vortex in the center of it aided their arrival. Occasionally I met other ghosts and other inhuman beings that couldn’t care less about me. They probably had millennia of experience navigating the afterlife’s purgatory on earth while I was only a couple decades old.

I think I died in 1971. I couldn’t remember.

The day this house was bought, I thought I was saved.

Instead, major renovations took place. They ripped the nostalgic wallpapers off the walls and tore out the carpets that my human and ghostly feet were all too familiar with.

”How about you chose an actually appealing pint this time, motherfucker,” I spat at the contractor who walked right through me in the main hallway upstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the primary suite.

Today was the day they renovated my bedroom.

”I wonder how many years it’s been; you look fucking weird. Do all men have that silly ass haircut or something now?” I asked as I sat on top of the ladder in the middle of the room. “Thanks so much for bringing your tool batteries in here. You don’t need those do you?” I felt their powerful buzzing. I felt the electricity waving through the room and I sucked it all up.

With every minute that passed, I felt stronger and stronger, until.

”Oops—“ I sighed in boredom as I knocked a paint can off the top of the ladder.

The worker whirled around with wide eyes and basically looked at me in mine, but he saw through me. I rolled my eyes again.

“You humans are all the fucking same. God, I was so damn embarrassing as a human. Can’t you at least try to talk to me? I’m so fucking—“

His co-worker called his name and walked in the room.

”What the fuck have you done?” The second shouted. White paint pooled on the concrete below me.

”At least you didn’t put floor in yet—“

”It just-It just fell! I didn’t even touch it! I put it up there like 20 minutes ago and-and it just fell!” The second worker grumbled and picked up the emptying can.

”They said there was some poltergeist activity in this house which is why it took fucking 50 years for it to be sold again.”

50 years?

My lack of heart nearly fell through the floor.

I sat on the ladder looking through them this time. 50 years? I was stuck here for 50 years with nothing to do? No one to talk to? I wanted to cry. Ghost cry sessions weren’t as satisfying as human cry sessions.

I had to get out of here.

I had to—

I stole the energy from all their equipment, but it was still not enough. Even with the electromagnetic energy pulsing through my spirit, the hotspot wouldn’t take me.

“Come on,” I grumbled. I looked through the vortex and saw spirals and spirals of unveiled spirits traveled through this purgatory called earth, and yet none would grab on to me. What was beyond? “Please! Take me! Get me out of here!”

I broke down crying again.

This was the biggest chance I had in order to leave and not even it was enough.

I curled up in the middle of the floor there and cried until I fell asleep.

Later, when the sun was high in the sky and the house was vacant, I woke up.

As I stood, I appeared in the master bedroom so I could sleep in the bed—

“What the fuck?” I asked to nothing.

The walls were white, the flooring was finished with deep warm floorboards, and the bed frame was a plush cream color with a creamy duvet.

“They did this fast. I wonder how long I was asleep for.” There was a dresser, two nightstands, and a desk that all matched in a deep brown, practically black, wood finish. “We go 50 years in the future just to be completely devoid of all color. Jesus fuck.” I curled up in the bed regardless. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. “Actually, I take all that back. I will give up any color in my life to feel this mattress if only for a second. This is how technology should be used, oh my god…”

I don’t remember finishing my sentence, I fell unconscious again.

I woke up to the sound of voices.

I shot to the foyer in a blink of an eye and I saw a family. A mom, a dad, three kids, and a dog, and I nearly cried on sight.

”Hello! Oh my god, yes thank everything good and mighty. You bought this house? I’m not alone anymore!” The dad walked through me. “I’m so excited—Oh my god your dog is so cute!” I fell to my knees in front of the Husky and it howled a talking fit at me, and when I raised my hand to pet it, it ran away from me so fast that it slid across the floor on its nails. “I’m not that scary, I don’t think,” I sighed and stood up again.

There was a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, who walked right past me with something in her hands.

”Oh what’s that?” I asked as I followed her. The rectangle in her hand illuminated back at her like a TV screen and her thumbs furiously typed on some kind of keyless keyboard. “Holy shit! Is that one of those phones that all the futuristic movies talked about? We have them in the real world now?” I nearly screamed. I plopped into a vacant barstool next to her. “I would have loved that,” I grumbled. I devised a plan to steal it from her in her sleep and play with it all night.

I watched as she turned it on again.

”A passcode?” I questioned and I was ready to memorize it, but suddenly a blue light scanned down her face and it unlocked by itself. “Now that’s—“ I got out of my seat and backed up from her. “That’s weird. Can that detect ghosts?”

“Come on! Let’s go in the pool!” I gasped when the younger boy ran right through me and out the backdoor. I smiled when he cannon balled in the pool out back.

“Lukas! It is 40 degrees outside, get your ass in the house now!” His mother screamed, and I laughed.

“Oh yeah, they put so many cool pool toys in the chest out there,” I told him as I stepped foot outside. “You would love them in the summer though. It’s pretty cold—“

I must have walked too far out of the house, because in a blink of an eye, I teleported back in the middle of the vortex.

”God help me,” I sighed, and I started to devise my game plan to get into that girl’s device in the night.

It wasn’t easy.

The moon was high in the sky, and I walked in the girl’s bedroom cautiously. Not like she could see me, but I could make noises and I didn’t want to scare her.

Her phone lay on the table next to her bed with a cord coming from it, and she slept soundlessly next to it. I picked it up.

It illuminated to life and I gasped. I read the time and date.

2:35am, December 20, 2021

”Oh.. my god…” I whispered slowly.

2021? That wasn’t a real year. It had been 50 years that I was—

How was I going to get out of here? I needed out. First I needed this girl’s device. I grabbed it, and when it scanned my face, it said it was the incorrect Face ID.

I pointed it at the girl cautiously, and after a few recalculating aims, it unlocked. I brought it back to me and saw so many colors I didn’t know which to tap first. The entire screen responded to my touch.

I flicked through the squares on the screen and with each one, I read more and more paragraphs about people. It looked like the news or something. I couldn’t believe how amazing this device was at taking photos.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered. The squares where it seemed like I could communicate with other people intimidated me; I didn't understand who I was talking to so I tried to get out of it and go back to the original place where all the squares were. I accidentally swiped and it moved the screen and I tapped out of it. That was how you got out of it, got it.

I found another app that was red. I clicked it. This time photos with short captions were the only things I scrolled through. After a second, I clicked one to make it larger, but instead, it brought me to another screen and a video began playing.

The audio was so loud and clear, I gasped and tried to figure out how to silence it. The girl disturbed next to me. The button I clicked turned the volume down.

A video played of the same photo I clicked on—

Those weren’t photos, they must have been paused videos or something. I watched and listened and it was actually entertaining. After the video ended, I clicked another.

And then another.

And before I knew it, the sun peeked over the horizon. The time read 7:30am. I had been watching these videos for five hours.

I put the phone down and walked out of the room.

I would have loved 2021.

I did it again the next night.

I sat there on the floor against the nightstand and watched more videos.

Video after video, I started to remember the names of the people who posted them. I didn’t remember the rabbit trail I went down; recommended video after recommended video led me to one that made me stop my jumping around.

It was a video of two idiotic boys messing around in a haunted house.

Now, I never was into haunted or spooky things when I was alive, and being dead now, I would say that I had a pretty large say in and experience in what these boneheads talked about.

I didn’t expect them to be so respectful. And considerate, too.

I watched as they talked to spirits in the house, and it was startling to watch humans interact with us spirits from their perspective. I forgot that that was all they saw.

I forgot how limited I was when I was trapped in my human skin.

How silly they were; it didn’t matter that they would have been seven years older than I was. Most of the people were children on YouTube, and they were the worst of them.

Sam and Colby certainly made me laugh, and their means of communicating with ghosts even more so.

There were some videos that scared me.

I liked the two a lot, and I didn’t want them to get hurt or manipulated by demonic forces. I had seen demonic forces firsthand, and humans were stupid enough to summon them. If I was afraid of them, humans definitely should have been.

The way they assumed everything was as sinister as they did made me laugh the most because the majority of spirits communicated with them were teasing them and cracking jokes. The boys took everything too seriously, but that was why they were so good.

They cared.

But one of them, Colby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was like I knew him. Warmth spread through me, and for the first time since I died, I was overcome with the need to leave. The pull teased me, beckoned me.

I was over forty years older than him; I would have never met him, so how did I know him?

Why did I need him?

I needed someone who cared about me like they did for spirits. I needed a human who cared to come in and help me. Certainly there were other humans out there who could help me like Sam and Colby, but they definitely weren’t as loud or had as much faith as they did in their capabilities.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry when that family left the house two days later. It wasn’t because I would be lonely again but because I couldn’t drown myself in Sam and Colby’s videos.

Or in Colby’s appearance and voice.

Hopefully someone else would stay for a week and I could use their phones to watch YouTube again.

Two weeks later, the house was booked again.

I finally learned that the house I was trapped in was turned into something called an AirBnb and I supposed that it was a house rented like a hotel.

The same routine spun into effect.

A new visitor spent the week here, I drained their batteries in everything they brought, I drowned myself in YouTube (to be honest, I drowned myself in the force that was Colby’s voice), and spent endless time spinning around the house in boredom wondering when the human chosen to save me would come.

They would come and help one day, I knew it.

The front door opened.

I was out of the bed in a flash and appeared in the foyer to see the new visitors. Two men walked in the house, and I wondered what on earth they were up to for arriving near two in the morning.

It was three years after I first learned what YouTube and social media was. I was ingrained in the politics, culture, society, and hyper-communicative world that was 2024.

I toed the fence. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stay here and live as a free spirit in 2024 forever or be taken into the next spiritual realm. I knew I couldn’t stay forever, and with every year that passed, I felt the fabrics of my spirit being taken away into nothing.

I needed help.

When I came spirit to face with the two new visiting men, my entire world flipped upside down.

I knew them.

They were the ones with the YouTube channel.

They were—

”I know we said we would do some stuff before we go to sleep, but I literally—“

”No, I know,” the other sighed. “I’m so tired too. We got here a lot later than we planned.”

”We should just sleep then wake up a bit earlier than we planned to have more time to do what we couldn’t now.” The other nodded lazily.

”Yeah, we can do that.”

”Night, Colby,” said the blond one as he walked up the stairs.

”Night, Sam,” said the one I stood next to in between the foyer and the living room.

If I had a heart, it would have pumped loudly in my ears, and if I had a tongue, it would have dried up. Ever so slowly, I turned and looked at Colby as he pulled things from the backpack he had placed on the couch. His back faced me.

And I couldn’t control myself, the intrusive thoughts won. I wondered what he would do if I—

At the sound of his water bottle crashing into the hardwood floor, Colby whirled around with wide eyes and watched as it rolled to a stop.

“What the fuck?” He whispered. I gasped when he walked through me. I turned and watched as he picked it up and placed it back on the table. He watched it.

With a smile, I didn’t take my gaze off his face as I knocked it back onto the floor. He took two steps back.

That was when the realization dawned on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I felt him, when I was near him, it made sense. The pieces shoved together painfully.

“Uh… Sam?” Colby called.

“What?” He called cautiously as he came from his room. “What’s wrong?”

”I—I swear to god, this water bottle fell off the table deliberately. Like someone knocked it over, twice.”

”Really?” He asked hesitantly when his feet hit his floor. At this point, they both stood in front of me and I crossed my arms in boredom. I was nearly as tall as the two; they were a lot smaller in person.

I was tall for a girl; almost five foot nine.

He placed the water bottle back down.

I stared at it. Humans were so dumb. I watched their anticipation knowing full well I wouldn’t satisfy them.

“What is happening, I swore it happened and it’s not now which means it’s not like the table is slanted or something.”

”That’s weird,” Sam said.

“You can go back to bed, sorry—“

”No, you’re fine, stupid,” Sam laughed as he went back.

Of course when he was halfway up the stairs with his back turned I yanked it off the table. Colby already left to the couch though, and so when Sam turned around quickly, he froze when he realized Colby was completely out of reach.

”See? I told you!” Colby cried.

”Oh shit… Yeah I have no idea how to explain that.”

”Wanna get a rem pod and the camera or something?” Colby asked.

“Maybe if something else happens.”

”Okay, okay,” Colby said, and I watched in surprise when Sam walked back to his room. They must have been tired then.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t mess with Colby until he went to sleep.

”You guys are idiots,” I said as if I expected a response. “Are you actually staying up or are you—oh,” I gasped when he turned around and walked through me before I could react. He picked up his bag and walked up the stairs. I sighed.

“That answers that.”

I peeked around the door. Colby stood in his room. I watched as he situated the things from his backpack. Those were some fancy cameras, small ones for that matter, and it looked like he charged the batteries. My eyes couldn’t pull from his skin though. He only wore his black jeans.

He turned towards me and I watched as he walked to the desk in his room. I intently focused on his face and his tattoos. He was so pretty. But he looked so different. I walked into the room and stood at the desk with him.

”What are these?” I asked and I touched the devices on the desk. Then, I gasped as his hand went through mine. My hand paused and I tried to feel the warmth. What would have been my hand burned with warmth, and I didn’t pull it away.

Colby froze in his place and stared at his hand. It burned cold.

But then he turned from the table and went back to the bed.

Now, never once in my life have I snooped. I’ve never pried, intruded, or watched anyone when they didn’t think they could be perceived. But I couldn’t leave his room. I froze in my place as I watched when he pulled his pants off. I couldn’t focus on anything else except his body. The way he moved, settled in the room, got in the bed, and plugged his phone in; every decision and every thought process was so painfully human.

I liked him a lot. Too much.

I wanted him to know I was here too.

The last time I tried to communicate with humans was with my best friends after the accident happened. After, their realtor was a bitch. There was a medium who was more so a dumbass who came to communicate with me. I scared her, and perhaps that went wrong. That might have been why it took so long for this place to be renovated.

I needed to talk to Colby. I wanted him.

I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.

I stood in front of the desk where the devices were strewn about, and as he read his phone, I touched one of the devices.

I recognized one. It was a radio of sorts. One of the mediums who tried to communicate with me used it. Perhaps they were here to try to talk to me anyway.

I turned the spirit box on.

Immediately, Colby sat straight up in his bed. His phone was forgotten on the sheets. I laughed and watched as his confused eyes scanned the room.

”Hello,” I laughed. Then I used energy and found the word on a channel—

Hello

Colby looked around the room.

”Um, hi?” He said.

If I had a body, I was pretty sure the feeling I had was akin to my heart falling out of my ass.

“I know who you are, you publish on YouTube, right?”

I know you

Colby’s face turned with distrust.

“What—Are there actually spirits in this house?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

”Obviously. You’re so dumb. I thought you know how to talk to us—

Duh…

He scoffed and his shock turned into an amused expression.

”What’s your na—“

Don’t be stupid

He stopped talking and his eyes widened.

”How do you know me? I’ve never been here.”

”You literally have 11 million people watching you on YouTube, don’t be silly,” I sighed.

You make videos

”You’re seen my—“ He gasped and thought for a moment. “How old are you? How long have you been here?”

For a long time

”I’m supposed to be nineteen,” I sighed.

Nineteen

”Nineteen—Holy shit wait, someone—the owners said a nineteen year old died here in the 70s—“

”That was totally me.”

Colby looked at the spirit box on the table and I smiled.

“Yeah,” he gasped nervously. “Are you the only spirit in the house?”

”Only one that lives here, anyway,” I scoffed.

Only one

”I’m sorry you’re alone.” I froze.

“What did you say?” I asked quietly, timidly. Silence. It defeated me.

It had been over 50 years since the accident and in all that time, no one apologized.

No one said sorry about my death or that I was alone. Not a single person had the empathy. Colby stared back at the spirit box. His eyes fell from it. He looked around the room in thought.

Suddenly, the urge ever too heavy came over me.

I glided straight over to him and I sat on the bed.

He shot up with his eyes wide.

If I had eyes, he would have looked right into them.

”Are-Are you on the bed with me?”

”Yes,” I confidently said and tried to use all my energy to tell the spirit box—

Yes… On this bed…

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered.

I felt the way his heart skipped.

The way his skin lit on fire.

I moved forward, and when I did, his skin fell cold.

”Did-Did you just touch me?”

“I’m on top of you.”

And it was true. I straddled him. I held his face in my lack of hands, and the warmth coursed through me like an electrical current. I needed him. He tethered me back into reality; the human world. That urge and that desperation to move onto the spirit realm died the moment I touched him.

Top

”You’re on me?” He rested his weight on his hands behind him. When he pushed his hips forward, a gasp left me because I felt the pressure.

Familiarity.

“I remember you, Colby. I know you, we knew each other—‘

Colby

”Why did you say my—“

I know you

“You know—oh shit,” he gasped. My vision hazed. My perception of my surroundings grew blurry as if I was about to sleep.

Heat coursed my body, and I held onto him to keep from falling asleep.

”You feel really good,” I gasped. I didn’t think about this.

We knew each other

“What?” He gasped as his body went rigid. Sexual things were so far from me. I figured that when I moved onto the spirit realm, more doors to explore sexuality would open. I never came across another human I viewed as desirable like him.

I never came across a human or spirit that felt as familiar as he was.

I knew he already had two female ghosts who liked him and messed around with him.

Good

”What’s good?” He gasped again. This time, it sounded like he was more breathless than anything.

”You.”

You

”Is that you making me feel like this? Are you touching me?” I moaned when I thrusted against him over and over. “Holy fuck—I just got so… What am I even doing?” Colby sighed more so to himself and then he laid himself back down against the bed. I gasped when he moved through me.

I looked down at him as his forearm rested across his forehead. His face was flushed and eyes were closed in thought.

I couldn’t deny the pressure under me. I knew he was painfully hard under me, but I had no intention of leaving or letting him do it himself. I looked down and couldn’t look away from his body. It was on fire, and the pressure in his underwear grew and grew.

I wish I could feel him for real with my hands and my skin.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned this time, and I moaned as well. He sounded so good like this. “I feel so crazy. Please tell me this is you doing this to me and not me—“

”I’m doing it. I’m touching you, Colby. Let me touch you.” Colby moaned again and again as I thrusted against him.

It’s me

His eyes shot open again.

Let me touch you

“Fuck, okay—holy shit—okay you’re-you’re actually real.”

”Yes,” I laughed. “I want to see you feel good.”

“If you’re actually real, get off of me and make me stop feeling like this—“

I was on the other side of the room in an instant. Colby sat up with a flushed face.

“What the fuck,” he whispered. I felt as the arousal in his body diminished. “And…” He mumbled hesitantly. “And if you’re real, get on top of me. Turn me on again.”

I blinked and I straddled Colby’s lap.

“Holy fucking—ugh.” And his head tossed into the pillow and eyes rolled back.

”Fuck,” I gasped as I watched him throw his arm across his mouth to conceal his moans.

Immediately, his arousal built again, and I thrusted against him over and over.

”You’re making me—Oh my god, don’t stop please,” Colby gasped.

You feel good

”Fuck,” he gasped.

He looked up at me and I swore he saw me. He didn't look through me, and I wished I could touch him.

Kiss him.

”You’re going to make me come.”

“Oh my god yeah, I want to see you come,” I mumbled. I would resurrect myself from the dead just to kill myself again if he knew I said that so I tried to hold in the energy. I didn’t want the music box to pick up on anything.

I tried to pull his underwear down. It was too difficult, too heavy. I was too tired. My gaze flashed around the room.

His phone.

I focused my energy on his phone and took the energy from it. The strength boiled and boiled in my being until I opened my eyes and watched as the waistband of it ever so slightly pulled back.

”Oh my fucking god—“ Colby gasped, and I cried out in surprise when he sat up straight and kicked himself away from me. “You-You fucking pulled—Are you trying to take my underwear off? Oh my god—You’re fucking real. You really are—“

“Colby it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you I want to make you feel good—“

Don’t be scared

”What?” He gasped and whirled his gaze to the spirit box.

Make you feel good

“I’m—“ he paused. He looked around the room. “I’m not scared. I can’t believe you’re communicating so well with me.”

”I’m taking power from your phone,” I said towards the spirit box.

This cell phone

Colby looked back to the spirit box.

”My phone?”

Using energy

”Oh, you’re taking the energy from my phone? Let me plug it in so you can take as much as you want—“

Yes

”Okay—“ He groaned as he leaned over and plugged it in. He left it on the table next to the bed. I didn’t give him another second to say a sentence. I pushed down against him and he drew in an uneven breath. “I can’t believe I can feel you.”

”Can you feel this?” I grinded down on him, and his arm caught another moan behind his mouth.

“Holy shit—I think I felt-I felt that. I’m so—oh my god!” I pulled at his underwear again, and this time, I pulled it halfway down. “I’m so…” He sighed into a moan, and I felt the way heat traveled down his body. His temperature rose, and I couldn’t look away. Not a second passed that I didn’t utterly consume the image of his real life human body under me.

I pushed again and again, and before his hand could reach into his underwear, he gasped a rather louder moan and spilled in the fabric.

I quickly tried to pull it back again, and this time, his underwear pulled halfway off.

“Oh my god—“ I gasped as I watched the rest of his fluids cover his stomach.

”You just fucking—You actually took them off,” he gasped breathlessly as he gathered himself together after his orgasm.

Pleasure washed through me as well, but it wasn’t as tangible as it used to be when I was alive. I was on fire, and I wanted more, anything more, but it was impossible here.

Then the tug.

I wanted to move on.

It was as if this window of pleasure piqued my interest, and I knew that if I moved onto the spiritual realm, I could live again. I wouldn’t be trapped in this purgatory.

Colby was so cute though. He was familiar; he looked like he was mine. We were each other’s. I wanted him to myself, but there was no way I could take him with me. He needed to finish living as a human first.

Then maybe I would hunt him down and rescue him from his purgatory so he wouldn’t have to live like this for 50 years like me.

“Did you leave?” Colby whispered.

”No. I’m right here.”

Here

“Okay,” he sighed and relaxed into the pillow. “I can’t believe I just had sex with a ghost—wait,” he gasped and looked around the room. “Did I fuck you? That’s so—What the fuck…”

“No, I just touched you. I wanted you to feel good. I can’t feel good until I move on.”

No… For you… I don’t feel good

”What?” Colby gasped. “You don’t feel good?”

”I can’t.”

Can’t

”Oh, because… Is sex only for human bodies then?”

”No,” I said, and reminded myself to be concise for the spirit box

”When I escape I can feel something again.”

When I escape

”You’re trapped here?” Colby gasped. The gears turned in his head and excitement welled in me.

”Help me out, please.”

Help me

”Help you do what? Do you need to move on?”

”Yes! Help me to the spiritual world.”

Yes

”Where do you need me to—”

Spirit world

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. “You want me to help move you out of purgatory? Is that what this house is for you?’

”Yes!” I exclaimed.

He understood!

Yes

”Well then I’m getting up and telling Sam.”

If I had a body, I would scream and cry for joy.

Also, if I had a body, it would burn alive at the sight of Colby cleaning himself up, so I left the room and waited in the hallway with welling excitement.

“You’ll actually use the spirit box and not make me look like a freak in front of him, right?”

”Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I laughed.

Yes

”Good,” he scoffed as he pulled on clothes.

“I promise.”

”Dude, that’s crazy if it’s true.” I watched as Colby told Sam what had happened and conveniently left out the part where I touched him. If he didn’t want Sam to know, then I wouldn’t expose him in that way. “Let’s see if she actually communicates as accurately as that,” Sam said as he turned on the spirit box. “Would we need to try the Estes?”

”Maybe we can,” Colby sighed. “There was a vortex downstairs, did you see it?”

”No I didn’t actually,” he gasped. “Do you want to do Estes there?”

“I’m getting bored,” I grumbled.

Let’s hurry it up

”Whoa!” Sam cried when the box spat those words out at him.

”Yeah,” Colby laughed. “She isn’t very patient.”

“Are you trapped here like Colby sai—“

”Yes!”

Yes

”Oh my god.”

”I told you!” I watched the boys as they grabbed their things. “Let's do it now.”

And as they walked through me towards the staircase, I froze with realization upon feeling Colby's body. It ached with excitement, nervousness, and…

Longing?

I followed them and listened to his heart and the rushing of his blood. Something tuned to desperation flowed with it.

It would have been much easier for me to navigate life as a human if I could feel someone’s physical attraction to me like I could feel Colby’s. I didn’t think that was possible, especially since he couldn’t see me. For all I knew, they could still be on the fence about believing that I existed.

But I couldn’t deny the way he felt. The way Sam felt. Sam didn’t hear me or feel me the way Colby did, but I could tell by the warmth of his palms and the racing of his heart that he didn’t linger in denial anymore.

“I’m not even sure how to start this,” Sam said as he sat in the chair. He volunteered himself to be under the Estes method so that Colby could lead the interaction. I stood next to Sam in the middle of the vortex; the darkened mirrors holding endless hypnotizing space hung on either side of us.

“I know, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when we get there. I’m pretty sure I just encourage her to move on and she uses energy or something. We’ll see.”

Sam pulled the blindfold down. Headphones placed over his ears.

I felt the energy from the spirit box shrill to life.

“Did you follow us down here?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m here.”

“Here,” Sam’s monotone voice spoke for me.

“Okay good.” Colby’s voice softened. I wanted to leave, I wanted it more than anything, but I also wished I had more time to listen to Colby, to be close to him. Every time I was near him, I zapped with electricity; a desperation I never knew. What would it be like if I was human? If we knew each other back then? What would it be like if we were born at the same time in the same state?

“Why are you afraid to move on?”

“I—All this time I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t want to leave the human world, but now I can’t leave you. I want to stay with you, Colby.”

“Oh wow…” Sam muttered.

“What?” Colby said quickly.

“That was a long—Those were a lot of words,” he laughed sheepishly. “Um…” I repeated what I said but paraphrased it to make it easier for the box to pick me up. “I wasn’t afraid of it.”

“You aren’t?” Colby gasped. “Why haven’t you—”

“Missed people.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let me stay with you.”

“What?” Colby paused this time. “So you didn’t move on because you missed people and now you want to stay with us? Is it because you haven’t talked to anyone except for us—”

“No,” I grumbled. “I want you, Colby. No one else.”

“You, Colby.”

“Me?” He whispered. “Why do you want to stay with me? You can’t do that. You need to move on–”

“I wish we had time together then you would understand.” I wished that I could cry like humans did at that moment. I cried, but no pressure relieved me.

“We could have had more time.” Colby’s body froze as he stared in shock at Sam. Or maybe he stared through him. He wanted something to look at; he couldn’t see me. I wished I could reveal myself to him, but I didn’t know how.

“Why do you want us to have more time?”

“Because we would have been together. I could have actually probably loved you.”

“I would have…. I didn’t catch— Love you.”

“I would have loved you…” Colby whispered. “It’s too late,” he told me, but the quietness of his voice sounded like he figured it out for himself.

“I can see you again, Colby.”

“See you again… Colby, dude it keeps saying your name.”

“I know,” Colby spoke absentmindedly. He looked like he was in a trance more than Sam was even though he rocked back and forth in the Estes method. “Are—Do you know me?”

“Maybe in a past life. We can find each other in the next.”

“Past life.”

“Holy shit.” His voice was quiet and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. I stood face to face with him in the blink of an eye.

“I will see you soon, Colby.”

And I kissed him.

He blinked quickly and warm surprise flooded me when he licked his lips once.

“See you soon.” He didn't know what to say. I felt the tension in his throat.

“Don’t cry. Now tell me to leave and then you can find me when you’re done living here.”

“Help me leave.” Colby shook his head.

“No–”

“Please help me, Colby. I need to go on. You can’t stay here forever. I’ll be able to see you still and you’ll be able to feel me until one day you’ll see me for the first time. Well, for the first time in this timeline. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Please help me… You will still… I didn’t hear—Oh, You’ll still feel me.”

“I—I don’t like—”

“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” I stood in the vortex again. “Help me leave. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t be scared. Help me leave.”

“Okay,” Colby said as he shook himself out of it. “It’s alright, you can move on. Spirits leave this house, move on to the next life.”

That tug returned, but now it was unavoidable. The mirrors lulled me into a beckoning trance.

“Move on and be free from this house.”

The mirror pulled me in, the house was unreachable now.

“Love you.”

As Sam pulled off the blindfold, Colby’s eyes darted towards mine from where I traveled through the mirror, and from the look on his face—the pure focus on me, drift of his tear filled eyes across my face—he saw me.

Then all I saw was light.

A/N: I took a much needed break. Not to info or trauma dump, but my mom moved about four hours away from me a week ago, and I only found out three weeks before that. After helping her move, it's been pretty hard for me since we've only ever lived at most 10 minutes from each other. Thanks for being patient, and I'm going to hop back on that writing grind because I miss it!

Also, Comment if you would rather read multi-chapter fics on Tumblr or Ao3. This will help me navigate where to post if I do not cross post.

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Valentino writing tips: language

I’m not an expert by any means, but I thought I might provide some insight into how I, personally, handle the nasty moth's dialogue.

Like all languages, Spanish is highly regional. We don’t really know Val’s actual background as a Sinner, so your guess is as good as mine. Given his VA is Puerto Rican, however, I write Valentino as someone who speaks Caribbean Spanish (like me!). The three Spanish-speaking countries/territories in the Caribbean are: Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, and Cuba. I'm not familiar with Cuban Spanish, so we'll focus on the first two for now.

Some of these are more specific to one place than the other, but I’m mushing them together for simplicity’s sake (don't come at me).

Fun quirks of Dominican and Puerto Rican Spanish:

A habit of shortening words, like “ven pa’ca” (“come here”) instead of “ven para acá.” We frequently eat the letters “r,” “s” or “d” toward or at the end of some words.

Pronouncing “r” as “l” in some words.

Pronouncing “t” as a soft sound between a “th” and a “d.” Although this voice has a Spanish (from Spain) cadence, you can hear the modified “t” sound in “Valentino” here.

Fun Dominican and Puerto Rican words and phrases:

“Coño” as a casual curse, typically used as an expression of frustration (like “fuck!”). My username is basically a really intense version of coño, and is a very Dominican phrase.

“Diablo,” which means “devil,” is also commonly used as an exclamation.

“Hijo de la gran puta,” a classic that roughly parallels "son of a bitch," but literally translates to “son of a great whore.”

“Papi” or “papi chulo” (“cute daddy”) as a term of affection. “Papito” is the diminutive version of this phrase.

On that note, you can add “ito” to the end of just about anything to make it a diminutive (cutesy/smaller version). “Chulo” means cute, for example. “Chulito” is the even more affectionate/smaller version of that.

“Dique,” which is used to express doubt. Vox might say, “I am not obsessed with Alastor!” Valentino might mutter “diiiique” in response. This is a Dominican thing.

“Wepa,” which is something usually shouted in excitement. This is a Puerto Rican thing.

“Vaina,” which kind of means “thing,” often with a negative connotation. So, Valentino might look at one of Velvette’s designs, find it hideous, and say, “que vaina más fea, oof” (“what an ugly thing, oof”).

“Fó,” which is sort of “ew” or “gross,” usually re: bad smells. You shout it.

“Mano,” short for “hermano” (“brother”). Used between friends.

“Dímelo” (“tell me”) as a greeting. Something that would be said when answering the phone, for example.

“Cojer” as a means of saying “to take,” like taking something from a table. This word has a very different context in other regions. In Mexico, for example, the verb “cojer” is vulgar and means “to fuck.”

“Ahorita,” which in my experience means “later.” In other regions, it can mean “right now” or “later” depending on context.

Commonly used phrases in Mexican Spanish.

You’ll want to avoid these if you’d like his dialogue to be consistently Caribbean-inspired:

“Pinche”

“Verga”

“Wey”

“No mames/no manches”

“Qué padre”

“Chingar”

Calling acquaintances “primo” or “jefe”

I mention this Spanish dialect specifically because it's the most common one in the world. And hey, Val could be canonically Mexican or Mexican in your headcanon! That's cool, too. I'm just providing insight for consistency's sake.

Other insight:

“Ay dios mío!” is a generally overused phrase, in my opinion, and not actually said IRL as frequently as TV makes it seem. Just my experience, though.

“Ay” or “uy” are good filler sounds. You hear Val shout it when Niffty snaps at him.

Valentino canonically squeaks like a moth when passionate!

His voice takes on an echo/growl when he’s particularly angry.

Mixing English and Spanish is tricky. Spanglish is not uncommon in PR, DR, and the US, but usually only when speaking with someone else who is fluent in both languages. Valentino seems plenty fluent in English; he uses lots of contractions, complex sentence structure, and slang. He doesn’t need to inject Spanish phrases in favor of English ones when conversing with another English speaker. He does do it sometimes for emphasis (“the devil’s princesa” or “this chiquita”).

As cliché as it is, defaulting to a Spanish phrase in moments of alarm, anger, frustration, or affection is also not uncommon if you grew up in a Spanish-speaking home. If someone surprises me, I shout “coño” by default, for example.

Valentino uses pet names when referring to others, like "amorcito" (“little love”) and "Angie" over voicemail.

Generally speaking, Val likes to stretch his vowels to be theatrical ("he mooooved!"). He sometimes eats the ends of English words, like “fuckin’” instead of “fucking.” He also sometimes rolls his “r” for English words, like in “ungrrrateful whore!”

Val's accent isn’t consistently strong, which could be a stylistic choice, or he could just be prone to a kind of unique code switching, for lack of a better term. My friends say I speak English with a Spanish accent when conversing with my family, for example (it’s not intentional).

Okay that’s it, bye!

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tsimvkas · 1 month

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camera roll — trent alexander-arnold

A/N: this is based on this video of tottenham bc i wish lfc would give us this type of content

“Good morning Mo, could you show me the last pic on your camera roll?” you smiled, your work phone already recording. Mohamed Salah took his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds showed the screen to your camera, a beautiful picture of his wife and daughters having fun.

“I took it yesterday” he said, smiling. “We were watching Saturday’s goal on repeat”

You chuckled, thinking of how much you love your job. Being LFC’s social media was a dream coming true, seeing your favourite players every day, attending every game with them and always thinking about funny stuff to bring them to do.

Of course, some of them didn’t like you that much — not because of who you are, but because of what you represent. The shy ones always try to avoid you when you have a phone on your hand, which is basically always. But during breakfast and lunch, times of the day where you refuse to bring your phone with you, they always sit and have a chat, and that’s how you know they like you — they just hate your job.

One of your favourite players, Trent, certainly hates your phone.

He doesn’t like being photographed that much, or having to answer one of the trends you always come up with and he tries his best not to be rude with you, but even when you’re not using your phone he still keeps his distance, and you wonder if it’s not only your phone he hates.

Trent is a pretty boy, and you wish he would sit and talk to you like the others. Often you catch yourself looking at him, wanting to know him more, wanting him around.

And you feel silly, having a crush on the only guy that runs away from you every time.

That day, after a list of players and their last pictures (Alisson with a picture of his son, Tsimikas with both of his dogs, Dominik with a selfie, of course, and Ibou with a screenshot of a joke he saw before coming to work), you finally spotted him.

He was looking cosy, as always, baggy trousers and a hoodie, and you felt your

Robbo was with him, laughing and throwing his head back. When Trent saw you, he tried to discreetly avoid your camera and let Robertson deal with you.

“Wow, he must hate me” you tried to joke, pointing your phone to Andy. “Can I see the last pic in your camera roll, Rob?”

Andy Robertson likes you very much. He feels this paternal duty, always looking out for you and making sure you’re alright, and you think he and Virgil feel like they’re your parents. That’s why he doesn’t answer you, shouting Trent instead.

“Alexander-Arnold. Come here, right now”

Trent gives him a flat look and you know how much he doesn’t want to come.

“Andy, please. I just need your answer so I can finish it and upload, it’s not a big deal” you smiled.

“Trent, if you don’t then you’ll be in trouble” “Your captain won’t like to know you’re treating the media girl this way”

“I didn’t do anything” he gasped, but obeyed and walked back.

“Repeat the question, Y/N” Robertson encouraged you, already picking up his phone.

“Can you show me the last picture in your camera roll?”

“I can’t” Trent shook his head, looking almost ashamed.

“Trent” Andy groaned, giving you an apologetic smile.

Snorting, Trent grabbed his phone against his will. Robertson showed his picture, the one he took from Trent pulling a funny face on their way to AXA, and Alexander quickly showed you his screen, a zoomed in image of his shoes, the pair he was wearing.

“You just took it” Andy frowned after looking at it, reaching for Tren’s hand. “Give me your phone”

“Robbo, no!” Trent giggled, trying to put his phone higher.

They had a playful fight and you recorded it a bit, before shutting down your phone.

“Thank you boys, you’re good to go” you smiled, heading to your office so you could edit and upload the video.

When the training session ended hours later, Trent looked for you in the media room.

“I’m sorry I tried to sneak out this morning” he suddenly said, scaring you.

“Oh my God, you scared me” you placed a hand over your heart, trying to calm down. “It’s okay, Trent”

“No, it wasn’t nice of me. You’re just trying to work”

“It’s okay. We all know you’re reserved, I’ll try not to bother you too much” you genuinely smiled.

“No, it’s not that. I can deal with cameras, you know” he sighed, playing with his fingers. “I just can’t deal with you”

You raised an eyebrow, not knowing how to answer this. “Oh- wow”

“No! No, not like that. Jesus, see? You make me so nervous I keep switching things. Every time you point your camera at me I get so afraid I might say something stupid or embarrassing ‘cos you keep distracting me and this morning Dominik texted me and said that you were asking about our last camera roll picture and I freaked out because my last picture was you so I thought ‘oh I can just delete it’ but Robertson wouldn’t take his eyes out of me for whatever reason then I tried to go by you unnoticed but this clearly didn’t work”

The way he was desperately gesticulating made you smile.

“You should take a breath, Trent” you smiled. “I’d hate for you to pass out when I don’t have my camera with me”

“Stop making fun of me” he groaned. “I’m trying to tell you something”

“I'm listening”

At first, Trent stayed silent for almost a minute and you could see he was trying to find the words.

“Fuck, I don’t know how to do this” he whined, running his hands through his hair, and it made you giggle.

You walked towards him, pulling him closer by his shirt. “Do what?”

You smiled when his breath hitched on his throat and Trent mustered up the courage to caress your cheek.

“Ask you on a date? Tell you I wanna kiss you?”

“You can kiss me if you want” you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “But the date will cost you a few more smiles to my camera, yeah?”

“Yeah?” he smirked, suddenly feeling like the confident Trent and grabbing your thighs so he could put you on top of the office table. “How much else for a second date?”

You laughed, amused with the way his mood switched. “You didn’t even take me out on the first one, Trentski”

“But I’m sure there’ll be a second. And a third, and a fourth” he distributed kisses along your jail line, making you giggle even harder.

“You talk too much when you want to, Alexander-Arnold”

“Well, there’s a way to make me shut” he gave you a lazy smile, settling between your legs.

He didn’t stop you when you cupped his face and he didn’t stop you when you kissed the corner of his mouth, anticipating the moment.

You smiled when he licked his lips, remembering he told you that you make him nervous. Brushing his lips with yours, you felt goosebumps when Trent squeezed your thighs.

“Please, Y/N…”

“I thought you wanted to kiss me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow but Trent just squeezed your thigh and smirked.

“I’ve changed my mind, I want you to kiss me”

“This will cost you lots of smiles to my camera, Arnold” you murmured, not giving him time to answer before kissing his lips gently.

Trent bit your lower lip, shyly asking you for permission to invade your mouth with his tongue, but before you could allow him to do it a loud sound scared you both, and you looked around just to see that the door had opened and Mo, Virgil, Robbo, Darwin and Dominik had fell inside the media room.

“Well, it was about time” Virgil shrugged, making you chuckle whilst a shy Trent hid his face on your neck.

#✧･ﾟ: *✧ tsimvkas — works #trent alexander x reader #trent alexander x you #trent alexander fanfic #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold

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the-cannibal · 1 year

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Slashers with a s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Have you ever looked at tide pods, erasers, basically anything with a big DO NOT EAT CONTACT POISON CONTROL IF INGESTED sticker on them? Me too! So here’s a funny little thing for that!

Ps: please don’t actually eat any of the things in this- there are alternative things that you can actually eat that are similar to these things!

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Slashers included: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Vorehees, Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair:

“Vinny Vinny Vinny!”

“???”

“Can I eat some of that wax?” You pointed off to the scraps on the table by the art piece he was currently working on.

“?!?!?!” Cue frantic signing - ‘Y/n no- you can’t eat that, it will make you sick! Why would you even want to in the first place?’

You shrugged. “I dunno. It just looks warm and tasty!”

Vincent will now make sure to keep an eye on you anytime you are around wax.

But one day your curiosity won, and he caught you mid lick on one of his sculptures.

Yeah he was all mother hen on you for a while.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo was in his garage (surprise surprise) working on a car. You decided to tag along.

“Hey Bo, can I drink some of that?”

“Sure darlin.” Bo had said without looking up. He has just assumed you were talking about the glass of ice tea he has sitting next to him.

It wasn’t until her heard you spitting up something into the dirt that he actually looked up and saw the bottle of oil in your hand…

“Y/n what the fuck?!” He shouted at you. He was angry sure but he was mostly concerned and didn’t want you to fucking poison yourself, so he stuck two fingers down your throat and forced you to puke.

“Why would you do that?!”

“It looked like root beer!” You shouted between coughs.

“God you’re almost as bad as Lester…”

Jason Vorhees:

Oh if you think this man will even let you get anything inedible anywhere near your mouth you are wrong.

Jason has had to swat out jelly erasers out of your hand while you were working on a drawing because the fake pink strawberry inside it was just too tempting for you. You now only get to use boring white erasers… which you were banned from for a while when you thought they looked like marshmallows.

“Hey Jason, what do you think tidepods taste like?” You are no longer aloud to do laundry by yourself.

But he would help make snacks for you that have said texture of whatever thing you want. Wanna eat sand? Here’s some granola he’s made and crushed up to look and feel like it!

Michael Myers:

You’ve probably eaten a lot of stuff you shouldn’t have- dude isn’t the most observant at first.

But the second he does catch you, he’s watching you like a hawk.

He about yelled at you when he saw you munching on one of his (thankfully clean) jump suits. But he didn’t and instead took it away from you, lightly tapping you on your nose, scolding you like you were a teething puppy.

Actually that is what he saw you as when you’d do this-

He isn’t a cooker or a baker but if he finds anything edible that he thinks would satisfy your cravings then he will take it.

Brahms Heelshire

“New rule! Y/n is not aloud to eat anything without Brahms’ permission!”

“Brahms I don’t think that’s gonna work-“

“THEN STOP TRYING TO EAT THE PIANO KEYS!”

What? The Heelshire’s have a lot of old stuff! A lot of old tasty looking stuff… like the piano and Brahms’ records.

Brahms sometimes feels like a nanny for you when it comes to food. He now sits on the counter and watches you like a bird hunting it’s prey to make sure you aren’t sneaking anything in your mouth you shouldn’t. Don’t worry Brahms! They’d never do that!… would you..?

Billy and Stu:

Stu does the same thing as you.

Billy feels like he needs to keep you both on those little backpacks with those leashes that keep kids from running into traffic.

He has put you two in them before… he calls it ‘dumb snacking jail’

You make a comment about how Billy would know all about being in a jail.

That earned you more time in dumb snacking jail-

“They aren’t hurting anyone!” Stu shouted

“Stu they are trying to eat rocks…”

“It’s not hurting anyone!”

“ITS HURTING THEM-?!”

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luvyeni · 7 months

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THE HIGH LORD OF AUTUMN COURT; KIM SEUNGMIN

PAIRINGS. highfae!seungmin x fae!reader

WC. 3.5k+

WARNINGS. 18+, language, unprotected sex, choking, name calling, brat taming, miscommunication

SYNOPSIS. you and seungmin of autumn court have hated each other ever since you were little kids, you two are now adults and seungmin has to find a wife to help continue on his bloodline, and guess who it is?

DISCLAIMER! THIS IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE BOOK SERIES BUT IT WILL HAVE REFERENCES TO THE BOOK.

you still remember where your hatred for kim seungmin , the son of the high fae of autumn court – you were five years old , your father was second in command to the high fae , it was during a meeting , a meeting you’d soon find out was basically your pre-engagement.

you were playing with another child , when they suddenly stopped. “what’s wrong.” they pointed to the small boy across the fields. “that’s kim seungmin , he’s the son of the high lord.” he sat under a tree , just staring at you two. “should we ask him to play?” your new friend shook their head. “i heard he was mean.”

you flagged them off. “you shouldn’t listen to rumors.” you stood up , walking over to him – you should’ve just listened to your friend.

“hi!” you cheerfully greeted him , he just looked up at you. “do you want to play with us?” he stood , you thought he was gonna say yes , boy were you wrong. instead , the boy who you didn’t even know , pushed you to the ground , you fell with a thud , he just walked past you muttering a “go away.”

you stood up , pushing him back. “you can’t just push people.” he frowned , pushing you back. “i can do what i want , i’m gonna be the next high lord.” this then led to both of fighting out in the grass , tugging at each other’s hair , rolling around in the dirt – until you were pulled apart by your parents who noticed.

“what is going on?” your mother brushed off your dress. “look at your dress , you are a lady , you don’t fight around in the dirt.” you were too busy trying to get at the boy who was being held back by his mother. “he was being a meanie.” you exclaimed. “she was being annoying.” he fought back.

both your fathers stepped in , stopping both of you. “both of you , that’s enough.” your father shouted. “you two are to be the next in line , you should get along.” you looked at the boy who was eyeing you down. “i hate you kim seungmin , i will never marry you.”

that was years ago , you two were both adults , more mature , you would’ve thought you two would be past that , grown to get along – absolutely not , ever since that day , you’d fight every-time you were in the same vicinity you’d fight like cats and dogs , and that’s saying something since you’d basically see each other almost every day.

“both of you should at least try and get along.” lilly , your childhood friend , and lady and waiting said as she helped you into your dress. “i mean you both will have to be married soon , he’s at the age where he is soon to be crowned high lord , and he needs to be married in ordered for that to happen.” you scoffed , turning to face her. “then i guess autumn court will never have a new high lord , because i will never marry that asshole.”

you both made your way down to the dining hall where both of your parents where waiting. “good morning mother , father.” you sat down , the maids jumping to put food on your plate. “thank you.” you said , about to dig into your food , when your mother coughed. “sit up straight.” you sighed , obeying. “can i eat now?” she nodded.

it was a awkward silence , that you caught on to quickly , putting down your silverware. “why is everyone acting so weird today?” you questioned. “i take it lilly didn’t tell you?” lilly’s mother – who was your mothers lady in waiting said. “tell me what lilly?” you turned to your friend. “i tried , i really did , she’s not the easiest to talk to.” you were confused , turning to your dad. “what are they babbling about dad?”

“well honey – it’s time for you to be wed to seungmin.” you laughed. “like hell.” your mother gasped. “(y/n)!” you turned to lily , who weakly smiled at you. “that why you kept bringing seungmin up , traitor you knew this happening.” you scoffed. “she’s your lady in waiting dear , that’s her job.”

“whatever , i’m not doing it.” you said. “they’re many faeries out there , find one and get them to do it.” your father spoke up. “that’s not how that works , this has been in the world since you two were kids” you looked at him. “you don’t see how problematic that is?” lilly and her parents watched you fight back and forth about the subject – until your mother had enough. “there’s no discussing this , you both are adults , he is coming into the crown soon and it’s time for you to marry , no more fighting it , the engagement party is later this evening.”

you stood up , slamming your utensils down , stomping away from the table , lilly following behind you. “how long have you known this?” you pushed the doors to your room open. “a few weeks , i was supposed to tell you about the party a week ago , that’s why i came in that day to get your measurements.” you glared at her , she whined , grabbing your hand. “i’m sorry , but i was scared about what you would say.”

you flopped down on the bed , pouting. “you don’t know what this means , after the engagement party , we’ll have to move in with each other.” you said. “well i do have to move in with you , so.” you eyed her again. “sorry.” she said , realizing she wasn’t helping. “we’ll have to be seen in public together , and act like we like each other.” you shivered in disgust. “i mean , you could actually get along , it’s not hard , you aren’t five anymore.” you turned to your friend. “you’re just my lady in waiting , no longer my friend.”

after more fighting with your parents , which you lost everyone , you were dragged out of your room by lilly , forced into the carriage – literally forced into the carriage , and driven into the forest house castle , which would also be your new home after tonight.

“you do look beautiful though.” lilly tried to ease the mood as you sat and got your makeup down. “of course i do , i just wish it was under better circumstances.” you said. “like his funeral.” you heard a familiar scoff behind you. “very classy.” you rolled your eyes. “you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding.” you said. “that’s on the wedding day dumbass.” he rebutted , now standing behind you. “well then let’s pretend it’s our wedding day everyday for the rest of our lives.”

he smirked , putting his hand on your shoulder. “i agree , it is hard to look at you sometimes.” he was trying to get under your skin. “i will set your hand on fire if you don’t let me go.” you spat angrily because it was in fact was working. “okay , that’s enough both of you.” seungmins’ second in command , juhan said. “no need for all this.” lilly said trying to ease the tension.

“why are you in here seungmin?” you said. “you’ve been preparing all for this your entire life , you mean to tell me you don’t know that we have to walk in together.” you turned to lilly , who nodded. “it’s true.” you grumbled angrily , standing up straightening out your dress. “let’s get this over with.” you linked arms with him , his eyes widening. “why are you looking at me like that?” you said , he quickly changed his face. “nothing.” he awkwardly coughed. “it’s just that you actually look like a lady of the court , and not one of the creatures in the woods.

seungmin smirked as he watched your eyes twitched in anger , dragging him down the hall , cursing under your breath , he allowed you to drag him behind , still thinking about the moment in the room – why the hell did his heart skip a beat when you touched his arm?

you guys stood at the doors of the ballroom , waiting to be called in , he stared at your face that was twisted up in a frown , he was about to make a joke to piss you off , but he decided not to and it was right on time , because the door was opening. “future high lord and lady of autumn court kim seungmin , and (y/ln)(y/n).” they announced , everyone looking up to see the new couple.

you two walked through the doors , making your way over to the balcony standing over the people. he unlinked your arms , his arm wrapping around your waist. “smile you idiot , people are watching.” you put on your best fake smile. “unhand my waist before i burn you.” to everyone you both looked like a cute newly engaged couple – but the both of you , your parents and lily and juhan could see the tension as you stood next to him while seungmin gave his speech.

after he was done , you two made your way down the steps , where the party had began to start. “congratulations you two.” seungmins’ mother said , you nodded. “you both will make a fine lady and high lord.” you waited for them all to walk away , before you dropped his arm. “i need a drink.” you walked away.

you found the closest maid holding glasses of champagne , walking over to them , kindly taking a cup , downing back the drink – about to reach for another one , when seungmin ruined it , telling the maid to go serve elsewhere. “are you a heathen?” he said grabbing your arm. “you aren’t supposed to be drinking like you’re in a pub somewhere.” you tried to snatch your arm away , but he was much stronger. “let me go.”

he pulled you closer to him , your face pressed against his chest , it looked like you two were hugging. “you won’t ruin this for me.” he growled. “you can hate me all you want , but when we’re in front of a bunch of important people , you will behave.” you eyes widened , the way he was talking to you , his voice much deeper , it was kinda attractive…

what were you thinking , pushing him off of you. “i-i’ll kill you the next time you touch me like that.” you said bitterly , walking away to find lily , he smirked – he could hear how your heart started to race.

you managed to survive the night , putting on a smile to greet all the different fairies and lords from other realms who travel to see the next on the throne. as the night came to a end , and people began to leave , here came the part you dreaded the most – where you’ll basically be handed off to seungmin officially.

“we’ll be spending our retirement days in peace.” you stood listening to mrs.kim and your mom speak. “that’s great.” for them you thought. “you’ll make a fine lady of autumn court (y/n).” she said. “thank you mrs.kim.” you said , wanting the night to be over.

“this place is all yours now.” seungmin stood with his father and yours. “soon you’ll be wed and then crowned high lord.” he smiled , he didn’t mind that his life was planned out for him , sure the idea of having his wife picked out for him wasn’t ideal , giving that he didn’t necessarily care for his new wife , but he cared about being high lord more. “treat my daughter right , she’s still my little princess.” he wanted to snicker , more like devil in disguise. “i will sir.” he gave your father a firm handshake.

“the rest of your belongings will be brought tomorrow , lilly brought over a few things weeks ago in preparation.” you really should keep an eye out for that fairy. “of course she did.” your mother kissed your cheek , your father pulling you into a hug. “we’ll be going now.” you waved them off , they waved back leaving in the carriage you had arrived in , this time without you.

you waited for his family to leave , the doors shutting , you turned walking away. “where are you going?” seungmin followed behind you. “to bed , i can’t stand to look at you anymore.” you smirked to yourself , making your way to the main bedroom , only to be pushed by the jerk who was your fiancé. “what are you doing you asshole?” you barked. “that’s where i sleep , there are many other rooms , go find one.” You scoffed. “fuck you , you go find another room.”

this lead to you both pushing each other , slinging insults at each other until you got to the room , you quickly laid starfish on the bed. “what a classy fairy.” he scoffed , “move.” you didn’t budge. “no , fuck off , you go find another room.” he rolled his eyes easily pushing your body off the bed on to the floor , sitting down. “you can’t beat me.”

you stubbornly sat on the other side , folding your arms. “sit there then , you brat.” he got up. “but i won’t leave , this is my castle.” you scoffed. “it’s just as mines as it is yours.” you said. “oh really , i’m the high lord , you’re just supposed to stand there and look pretty.” that set you off. “you know what you sleep here.” you threw a pillow at him. “i’ll sleep out in the fields before i even sleep in this castle.” he scoffed. “that’s fine , hopefully you’re eaten.”

you stopped turning around. “that’s why everyone hates you , you’re such a egotistical jerk , and everyone would rather die than be around you.” you spat , he stood up off the bed. “shit the fuck up.” he said but you kept going. “the only person you have is juhan and that’s probably because he has no choice , you are such a miserable fae- hmph!” your voice was cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat. “you just keep running your mouth , i said shut up.”

his eyes were dark , his voice sending shockwaves in between your legs. “you been nothing but a fucking brat all night , didn’t i tell you to behave earlier?” he squeezed tighter , you gasped. “l-let me go.” you stuttered , he smirked. “why is it turning you on?” you scoffed , pushing him , but he didn’t budge. “you wish.” you said , but you were bluffing , and he could tell – letting you go , you gasped for air , glaring at him. “fucking asshole.”

“take your dress off.” he ordered. “fuck you , no.” he stared down at you , you were dripping now , panties soaked. “take it off , or i’ll burn it off.” couldn’t tell if he was joking or not , and you kinda wanted to find out , but deciding not to , you slowly undid the side zipper of the dress , letting it fall to the floor.

his eyes fixed on your body , you tried to shy away , but he grabbed your arm , pushing you down to your knees. “gotta train you little fairy.” he undid the button to his burnt orange slacks , letting them fall to the floor. “train you to be a good little fairy and not a brat.” he pulled his cock out , red tip dripping with pre-cum , slapping it on your face. “open your mouth.” he pressed his tip against your lips , you parted your lips slightly and he pushed himself inside.

he groaned , grabbing your hair , guiding you up and down on his cock. “suck my cock right.” the faerie pushed you head down fully on his cock. “fu-fuck!” he groaned , as you bobbed your head , hollowing cheeks sucking. “you’re not that bad , must be used to sucking cocks.” you rolled your eyes. “do-do that again and see what happens.” he growled. “sh-shit , keep sucking.”

he grabbed your head , keeping it still as he moved his hips , messily fucking your throat , gagging and gurgling on his cock making him smirk. “there you go , take my cock down your throat.” he groaned. “making such a mess on my cock , what a nasty faerie.” he held your head against his pubic bone. “fuck!” he pulled your head away , you gasped and coughed. “get it together i’m not done.”

he grabbed your arm , pulling you up , pushing you down on the huge bed , face down ass up. “look at that pussy , all wet.” he slapped your ass. “you’re supposed to hate me so much , but here you are , dripping just from sucking my cock.” he yanked your underwear down. “you’ve probably been wet since earlier on dance floor.” you yelp as he slapped your ass. “fucking answer me.” he said. “yes , fuck!” he chuckled. “fucking slut , is that what you wanted this entire time.” he got on the bed behind you , rubbing his cock against your folds. “for me to fuck you.” he pushed his tip in. “treat you like a slut.” he slammed inside of you. “fuck!” you screamed , he held your waist fucking into your cunt.

“sh-shit such a tight cunt.” he grunted. “claiming you hate me , but here you are clenching around my cock like a slut.” he slapped your ass. “is that all you wanted? Hmm , to be my little cock drunk faerie?” you nodded , he grabbed the back of your neck. “answer me slut.” you nodded , feeling your orgasm approaching. “ye-yes fuck , please i’m gonna cum.” you moaned. “hold it.” he slapped your ass. “c-c-can’t.” his thrust began to become unsteady , his balls hitting your clit urging your orgasm. “ngh fuck , cum now.” on his command you came , he pulled out of you painting your back with his warm cum.

he didn’t say anything , getting up walking into gigantic bathroom , you heard water running , then turning off. he returned back with a cloth , wiping you off. you watched him , his touch was much softer , he looked deep in thought as he cleaned you up. “the maids left this out for you , put this on.” he handed you a night gown , turning away from you , like he didn’t just see you naked while you got dressed.

he quietly helped you into bed , getting up about to leave. “where are you going?” you questioned. “you don’t want me in here , i won’t disrespect you anymore , i’ll leave you be.” he was about to make his way out when you stopped him. “come back to bed.” you said , he turned to you confused. “don’t make me say it.” you furrowed your eyebrows , folding your arms stubbornly. “say what?” he sat back down on the bed. you turned your head , but he grabbed your jaw , forcing you to look at him. “say what.” you whined. “i’m sorry.” he smirked letting your face go. “i guess i did go too far this time , it’s just that you sometimes make me so upset.” you said. “that’s only because you insult me first.” he said. “only because you’re rude to me , you’ve always been rude to me , ever since we were kids.”

“are you still on about from when we were five (y/n) , i was five , i didn’t know any better , i only treated you like this because you acted like you hated me.” he said , you pouted. “well now i just feel stupid.” you said. “that’s because you are stupid.” he said flicking your forehead. “come here.” he pulled you close to him. “you want me to apologize for what i did as a kid , will that make you feel better?” he squeezed you. “we’ll be married soon , and i don’t want this to be a problem anymore.” you nodded. “yes , yes i do.” he hummed , kissing your neck.

“i’m sorry.” his hand came up to your thigh , slowly creeping up to your night gown. “s-seungmin.” you moaned. “i’m so sorry for pushing down and hurting your feelings all those years ago.” he cupped your heat. “i’m gonna make it up to you okay.” he rubbed your folds.

“let me make it up to you.”

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