#‘it’s time to wake up the green day guy!’ no it’s not please shut up

[delilah-briarwood]

Yet another yearly reminder than ‘Wake Me Up When September Ends’ is a song about Billie Joe Armstrong’s grief after his father died. The jokes about it are overdone, disrespectful, and Billie Joe himself has said they make him uncomfortable.

[lycheeloving]

I KNOW MY THING IS "every member of the Justice League has their own darling". BUT. all of them having the same darling is so fun too... Some slight nsfw at the end so minors dni please. (Inspired by the A Day In Life series by @couldeatthatgirlforlunch, bc it's what made me think of the yandere JL so much that I had to write something. Hope it's ok to tag you!)

I feel like they'd have a schedule. Who's allowed to hang out with you at what time? Just a meticulous schedule that accounts for every second of every day, so that nobody gets to spend more time with you than somebody else.

They try to have one group meal every day, where everyone is present. So even if it's not somebody's turn to spend one-on-one time with you, they still see you and have the opportunity to talk to you that day. They rotate through who gets to sit next to you and right across from you. Those aren't hard rules though, if you want to sit next to somebody else, they begrudgingly (or happily, depending on if you're choosing to sit next to them) follow your wishes. A good way to get back at someone who annoyed you. Green Lantern won't stop bragging about how cool he was yesterday when he took down a bad guy? Get up and tell Superman to scooch over so you can sit next to Batman. Immediately shuts Hal up. And teaches them all not to annoy you during meals if they want to sit next to you.

You sleep in someone else's room every night. That's non-negotiable unfortunately, because some of them are better to sleep next to than others. I think the Flash would move around in his sleep a lot, maybe even snore? Superman treats you like a teddy bear and you can't wriggle out of his grasp when he's sleeping. Wonder Woman probably sprawls out all over the bed so you don't have a lot of space left. Green Lantern steals the blanket. Batman would be one of the better ones, if he wasn't such a light sleeper. Every time you move the slightest bit, he wakes up. Which you wouldn't mind, if he'd only stop his creepy staring... That being said, J'onn is probably the best, quiet and unmoving like Batman, but without the staring. He could be reading your mind and watching your dreams, but that's easier to ignore.

I also think they'd get used to the situation after a while and get more lax about the schedule, get less jealous, learn how to live together! Which is a huge advantage to you as you don't have to hurry from one place to the next to "make the most of your time together" or get back to the Watchtower quickly so you don't cut into the next persons time. That would cause lots of fights in the beginning. None of them blame you, of course, but living with them is still easier when everyone is getting along.

That still leaves the question of how they go about your firsts. Your first kiss with one of them, for example. Pulling names out of a hat? Fight over it? The strongest one gets to go first, the second strongest after that, etc? Letting you decide?

Same thing with having sex. These things are very serious to them so it'd take a while until they decide how to go about it. You'll probably have accepted your place among them at that point, maybe even come to like them?

I could really see them battling it out, even if their jealousy gets better after a while, they would all still want to be the first. Nothing where they'd seriously harm each other, but are still able to determine a winner. Whoever hits the ground first loses?

But whatever it is and whoever wins, I think your first time having sex with them would be a group activity. First place gets to actually have sex with you, second place gets to hold your head in their lap and gently stroke your face, third and fourth place get to sit next to you and each hold one of your hands, everyone else has to watch from the sidelines. (alternate option for that here)

The first kiss would also be in front of everyone else, so the others can stop it from "going too far", and wait for it to be their turn. You'll be kissing non-stop until they've all had their turn (in the order they previously fought over, of course.)

I have no clue who would win though! Superman would be the obvious answer, but if they're allowed to use (tiny, non-lethal amounts of) kryptonite? It could be anyone... Who do you think would win? Or who would you want to win?

[vanya-evergreen]

How to remember.(Chapter 1)

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Relationship: BatFam x reader (platonic)

Summary: At the age of 11, you woke up in an other world without any guidance and all the money you once lacked. You were left with only your memeories and your other memories.

You tired to remember, their life, but it seemed like they didn't want you too. So when trying to navigate the intricate sides of an elite schoo, but you always got in trouble when it came to faces and names.

Cw: brief description of gore

No use of Y/n

Wc: 5k+

A/n- Woo first post! Exciting but so nerve racking, honestly have never posted my fanfic before. So, sorry if its kinda rough, had no one to beta, bare with me please. The characters are probably OOC, since I only recently got back into DC after seeing the "do the butts match post?" from the ai voice reddit post on tik tok. But you what that's more fun anyways, right? anyway please enjoy a really really random idea

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The room was quiet, with only a few scribbles of pens or pencils to fill the void. You resided at your desk, hunched over, while resting your face on your hand. Your eyes lazily review the assignment in front of you for the 7th time. You had finished the assignments for the day, with each answer being correct that  left you with only your thoughts. Your eye twitched, turning your head slowly toward the window, while slowly moving your head from your hand to the desk. You went through your day just to try and remember, waking up, first 2 classes, all fine. Until, on your way to your current period, you ran into a younger student, probably a sophomore, maybe a junior. 

You cringed silently, you were just in your mind, really your memories from both this world and your original world. When you ran into a younger student, you both fell and could only manage a quick sorry before moving on. He was barely getting to his feet when you turned away, you were so stuck in your mind that you couldn’t even offer a proper apology, let alone your hand. You can't help but think back to the faint whisper you heard as you walked away. You made a mental note to find and properly apologize to him during lunch, if you could remember what he looked like, seeing as you only really saw his keychains on his backpack as they jingled when he got up.

Your head started throbbing as you thought too much, you shut your eyes tightly, wiping your mind clean, then opening them again .You stared out the window, trying not to think much, just trying to learn to just exist. Why is existing one of the hardest things to learn? You watch the clouds clash into each other slowly creating an ocean of a scale of whites and grays. You slowly let your mind blank, even just for a moment, it was nice. 

You could slowly feel your drifting off, almost like you were disconnecting from your physical body. Until the sound of mindless chatter started up in the back of the room, pencils still wrote, notably faster than before. This means the period was almost up, so that means lunch and trying to find that one guy. You sat up, collected the assignments from your desk, then got up and turned them in. You got back to your seat right as the bell rang. 

You picked up your stuff and got out of there as quickly as you could, just to round the corner to be surprised by an underclassman. He had green eyes that made very uncomfortable eye contact with yours. You almost immediately looked away from his very intense glare. You side eye him and see his bag. The keychains. 

“Shit” you let out under your breath as you released your present problem. Your eye drifted back to his face, he didn't look all that happy to see you. ‘definitely him’. “Hey man, listen…” you started. You felt genuinely bad about earlier, you could only imagine how big of an asshole it made you seem like.

“Who are you?” his tone was blunt, with a twinge of annoyance. 

Your mind stalled, that's not what you expected him to say. You thought he would threaten you or maybe pull the ‘do you know who i am card?’ or ‘I am going to ruin your life’. You felt the hostility he emulated, you felt uneasy. You furrowed your eyebrows, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times. The almost seemingly endless stream of words in your mind were stuck in your throat. “ ___ ___” you choked out with your last bit of brain cells.

“ Where are you from?” His voice shot straight through you. He gave you no time to collect your thoughts from the initial question. Your mind was scattered from how fast questions came at you. The unease in your stomach grew. 

“Uh, gotham, like everyone here.” Confusion clouded your already foggy mind , ‘what did this have to do with me running into him earlier?’ “ I am sorry about earlier by the way.” you added quickly with a sorrowful expression, the cloudiness didn’t consume your intention to apologize.

“Gotha, hm, how come I have never seen any event?” he ignored your apology. ‘Okay, that's rude.’ You tried to grasp at whatever you could to respond.

“What events?” was all you could get. You felt like you were going to faint from the speed of his questions. Why did he care so much about what you did, you were just a stranger to him. 

“Galas, business meetings…” he listed off different types of high end events, but you didn’t really listen after the first two. Your head was spinning, you had to try and collect the scattered pieces of your mind. 

You rushed your recovery, you went from being up in your head for the last 20 minutes to being pulled down, through the earth’s crust, into a cave being interrogated by someone you have never talked to before this. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’

“I am sorry, but who are you?” You interrupted him midway through his next question, ‘that was a great idea’. “Am I meant to know you or something?” Ah yes, your most infamous line. You put your hand on your forehead, trying to rationalize this interaction. His mouth was open, he looked almost offended by your question.

“you’re joking?” he exclaimed agitated, he creased his eyebrows. You had to get out of there.

“No.“ You turn your head to the side, throwing your hands up in the air while turning your upper body away.

“ Well okay then, have you ever heard of the Waynes?” You do remember hearing about Wayne enterprise last time you went to the doctors, like when you first woke up in this world, which was like, 6 years ago, maybe. That doesn’t really matter. You had heard of it.

 “The company?” you questioned. He groaned, if in relief or annoyance, that was beyond you. 

“Yes, but what have you heard about the Wayne family?” he looked you square in the eyes, you turned away slowly not really saying anything. You looked guilty. “Nothing?” you nodded assuring his previous statement. Still not meeting his eye, not wanting to deal with that memory for the rest of the day. “How?”

“I don’t read the gossip columns?” You suggested with an awkward shrug and chuckle. You only now realized that there was a wall of students formed around you and him. You definitely had to get out there now.

“What? What do you mean” he was really pissed now, but you didn't even hear half of what he was saying you were just trying to find the quickest way out of here. You looked around looking for an opening within the students. You noticed one right behind him so you had to be quick about it.

“Listen, I am so sorry about being early, I didn't mean to make you fall, really.” you seemed less sincere than before, you were trying to make sure that you didn't seem rushed. “I really didn’t and if it had been any other time I would have made sure that I had offered my hand but I just wasn’t entirely aware. I am sorry, again.” You had made your way around him away around him as you talked, you maintained eye contact with him until you were able to slip in between the students. “Please forgive me, and I am sorry I couldn't answer your question adequately.”

 “Wait-” you heard him shout as you speed walked away, trying to blend in with a group of students that were walking down the hallway. He, of course, saw you slip into the group and approached you. You had to think quickly, thankfully there was another group of students that was going the opposite way. You quickly slipped into another group, successfully avoiding him. You could only finally breathe when you made it to the dining hall without running into him again. 

You went into the lunch line, trying to just forget whatever the hell that was. You moved through the line slowly, grabbing whatever looked appetizing today. One of the many good things about going to a rich school was that the food was edible. You were grabbing the last bit of your lunch before you felt a cold air run up your spine, you said a silent prayer in hope that it wasn’t who you thought it was. You tried not to look, Maybe if you didn’t look he would leave. You remained calm and walked with your food to the table where you sat with your friends, making sure to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible. You were able to sit down and eat most of your lunch before you felt him approach your table, you could feel a cold sweat develop on your shoulders as you took your last couple of bites.

He gradually approached, carefully looking over everyone trying to figure where you were. Your friends were having a typical conversation, what they were doing that night or where they are going to college and what they are going to study. Until one of them saw him approach. “Is that Damian Wayne approaching us, right now?” that when you realized why he was having a hard time with you early, you couldn’t recognize him or his family, but your friends, who never cared for status and the tabloid’s talk recognized him, or Damian now that you had a name to the face. You straightened up when you heard this. 

Your friends looked at you strangely until they realized you were the one he was looking for, and you did not want to be found. They acted quickly. They, as naturally as possible, started to clean up. Throwing away trash, and putting away their food. They even helped you pack up, and as a group you slipped out of the dining hall into a hallway, then out into the courtyard. You would have to thank them later with some homemade baked goods. They really came to your rescue today.

You looked at your phone, 12:45. Lunch was almost over, never would have you thought that you would be grateful for that. ‘Only 5 more minutes’. Your relief was somewhat short lived as you had to now answer their question. “So, what happened?” one of them, Leah, asked flatly.

“Well you see…” You started not really wanting to talk. You looked around trying to procrastinate this conversation.

“Stop putting this off” Another one, Warren, jabbed you in your side with a pencil causing you to flinch.

“Fine…” you sighed feeling defeated, ” So, today I may have, made him fall, but I also fell.” you signed as you talked. you looked down and then back up at Wynn hoping for their pity only to be met with a vaguely threatening look to continue. “And after 3rd period he was waiting for me in the hallway and he asked who I was. I told him my name and then asked who he was because he was asking me a lot of questions.”You smiled with fear behind your eyes. They looked at you mouth agape, no one could be as out of tune with the news as you are.

‘What the hell? Did you even apologize??’ Wynn signed, they were not happy with you.

“ The fuck you mean you didn’t know him?” Leah exclaimed, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you very violently, making you feel sick. You knew you fucked up bad when Warren did have anything to say. 

“Wynn, I did apologize!! Like 3 times too, and I am sorry I am too busy thinking of other things!” You continued to sign as you talked, trying to defend yourself. Warren and Leah were lecturing you about how stupid your actions were and Wynn was just shaking their head. You started to tune them out when you saw the door open and of course Damian came outside. You quickly got up and picked up your stuff.

“We need to finish our-” he started before being interrupted by the bell ring. Much to your luck.

“Hey, well see you guys later, I need to get to class” you waved goodbye to your friend and signed ‘please don't kill me’ to Wynn, before you ran past Damian to your 4th class, They all exchanged looks with each other before you friends quickly walked away to their own classes. You made it to your 4th period without much trouble, besides a few stares the class went perfectly, boring but fine. The next 2 classes were a mix and repeat of your 4th period, only with increasing whispers every time you walked in a class.

 It was finally your 8th class, study hall, you were able to get to your normal spot without much trouble. You were even able to put in your headphones and start working on a rough draft to a machine that you were designing. You sat most of the day up until this point, so your arms always felt stiff. So you stretched your arms, only to hit something. Quickly retracting your arms back to your side, you turned around. ‘FUUUUUU-’ It was Damian. “Heyyyy.” you slowly turned back to your computer in front of you, taking off your headphones.

“Are you gonna avoid me again?” He was looming over you, you could feel the burning on top of your head from the way he glared at you. You shut your laptop and braced yourself for all the questions he was going to ask. 

“No.” You shook your head, he sat down across from you. You looked anywhere but at him.

“The events, why have I never seen you?” He went straight to it.

“I don't think I am famous enough to go.” You shrugged, he raised an eyebrow at you suggesting that you were lying. You were ticked off by this. “ Listen, If I have gotten an invite, I have never seen it.” You folded your arms. 

“ How did you get into this school?” You didn't really have a clear answer to this one, “I have heard about how you could never recognize people who are from well known families in Gotham, and some that were even famous by themselves.”

“A trust fund.” That was your typical go to answer, but in all honesty you didn't know. While you had some memories, a very limited amount, of this body's life, they were almost all blurry. None of them were really clear, but you could feel what they, the other you, were feeling. You could make really rough assumptions. Like you knew you had a mother (or a female figure) that you loved, and somewhere along the way she got remarried and you had step-parent up until she died. You could feel the way the memories would cause a physical reaction so you tried not to think about it too much. “And I just have never really had the mental space to pay attention to that, plus faces and names aren’t my thing.”

He wasn’t satisfied with your answers “So what? You just don't know anything about the world?”

“No, of course I pay attention to the crimes in Gotham, and the people that handle them.” This wasn’t a lie, you did pay attention to that, you even knew their names, a big honor to have, in your mind at least. You were a huge fan of them, even before- you know. 

“Hm.” He slouched as he contemplated your answers, while resting his hands intertwined together maintaining eye contact with you. There was silence between you two, it was too long. You restlessly tapped your fingers on the table while resting your head on the other hand, watching him. Waiting for whatever comes next of his seeming never ended questions, but he seemed to be stumped.

“Is that it?” You broke the silence “You have everything you need to know. Right?” You straighten your back, now sitting up right. He only continued to stare. Internally you rolled your eyes before you put one of your headphones on. 

You opened your laptop, quickly glancing over the blueprint for the machine. You were getting bored of this. you looked blankly at your computer screen. ‘I wonder what I can find about Damian's family.’  What a dangerous thought to have. You, with a renewed vigor, quickly opened a new search window and started simple. ‘Wayne family’ you were overwhelmed with the number of results. 2 billion. 2 billion. You understood why Damian was so shocked now. That was just for the family too; you count the profiles, 9. 

First, you clicked on ‘Thomas Wayne’, you were somewhat familiar with the name. You read about the tragedy of how he died, you knew this story, you watched a true crime video on it a couple of years back. You felt it was only appropriate to make your way down the family tree so you clicked on ‘Bruce Wayne’. Of course you could assume he was Damian's father. There were links to articles about some scandal of his or how his business was doing. You read a bit further only to find out that the man adopted a lot. Like, you had wondered how he had 6 children but guess that was your answer. You were about to click on Damian's profile only to stop.

“What exactly are you doing?” So he didn’t lose his vocal cords. You snapped out of your trance by his voice.you realized how funky what you just did was.You felt a bit like a creep now, searching up his family in front of him was not the best idea.

You coughed clearing your throat “Why do you care?” You tried to keep an even voice. 

“You were staring so intently at your computer that it almost looked like you were planning something.” He leaned back with his arms folded. 

“Well,” You closed your search tab later, planning on continuing to research (basically stalk) them later. “I am working on a machine.” You ignored the underlying implication that you were possibly evil. You pulled up the blue prints and math for the machine and turned it around to show him. 

“What does it do?” His glare intensified.

“It’s meant to be a multi-dimensional portal, of sorts.” This was the truth. “It's more of a concept than anything.” This was a lie. “I have to make this for my engineering class, we have an assignment where we make up a theoretical invention and try to come up with a way to make them real” Another truth.

“Interesting,” he became more vigilant, yet interested because of  your words. “And have you figured it out?” 

“No, and if I did it probably wouldn’t work,” much to your dismay. “This assignment is more about how well we can explain our logic than the actual realism of it.”

“Oh,” You couldn’t tell if he was more relieved or disappointed. “Well you must enjoy the class if you are putting this much work into it.”

“Yep ,” you said through slightly gritted teeth. You didn’t mind the class, in fact you would’ve loved it, if you were still in your original word. “I guess.” You smiled tightly, turning your laptop back around. “So what about you? Do you have a favorite class?” Your smile shifted from tight and sharp to curved and soft, this was classic. You did this when you were trying to shift the attention away from something you didn’t want to discuss. You could almost see him relax, ever so slightly, but still he’s coming around. Maybe.

“Art” his arms were still folded, but his eyes didn’t seem so analytical or hostile. While it wasn’t a lot it was better than what you had gotten out of him from most of the conversation. 

“Really, would you be willing to show me some of your pieces?” you asked ever so politely. 

“Why would I show you?” And there is the defensiveness.

“Because I showed you my blueprints.” your smile faltered for a moment only to return within a second, you looked back to your laptop.

“Right,” his arms were more loosely folded. “Still I don't have too.” his arms tighten back up again.

“That is true,” you nodded in agreement, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing them, but that's your choice.”  You weren’t going to force him to do anything, it wasn’t your job. He was quiet. You peered over your laptop to see what was going on. He looked at you, eyes wide, arms barely folded. He looked like a cat after finding something interesting. “What?”

“Nothing.” He returned to his vigilante mood. You shrugged it off and continued to work on your draft. He continued to observe you, you continued to work. You both stayed this way for a while’ it was like you were in a mental battle with him, a really one-sided one. You didn’t really have any intention of resuming the conversation. 

The silence was very welcomed. It allowed you to get your work done, you would’ve been done in 30 minutes if he didn’t show up. The silence was interrupted but the sound of a zipper opening. You didn’t look up from your laptop; slowly a sketch book came into your peripheral. You glanced at it, with a bit of hesitation you reached for it. Closing and sliding your laptop to the side, replacing it with the sketch book. you opened the cover and started going through the sketch book carefully. While had only shifted the conversation to get the heat off of you, you were nicely surprised with his talent.

The sketches in the beginning were good, in quality. They were all of different gorey situations, from a man having his head torn apart, to a woman with her skin falling off, it said something about his childhood, but that was his therapist's job to decide what this said. The theme changed after a few more pages of graphics images, which had become much less violent. There were first a few of just some plants, they were nice but not as nice as the first bug you saw, you could deduct that he had real references to base them off of. You flipped through the page, seeing pages full of multiple individual sketches, to pages of only one, fully detailed, landscapes. WIth some gore but it was far fewer than before . 

You could see his improvement. They were good to begin with but they were too focused on the bigger image, they were missing something. You felt like he figured whatever he was missing, this was shown in the recurring dog, Titus, or that's what he labeled the drawing. You flipped  through a few more pages, mostly animals and plants, until you saw the first human sketch that wasn’t a subject of a horrific act. You had seen the face only 20 minutes prior, it was Bruce Wayne, but he wasn’t wearing his playboy smile, he wasn’t even smiling. It was only a headshot but you could tell he wasn’t present in his mind. He was wearing a thoughtful look, a distant look. 

You looked over the page more carefully now, there was still an overall theme of live studies of plants and animals, with some small landscapes, but there was new addition with people now, they were all labeled with their names, you roughly could recalled some of them from early search on his family, they were greatly detail, they all seem to show some sort of part of their personality, their real personalities. Not the public image they upheld but who they really were. You felt like you shouldn’t be looking at this, but you think he would’ve stopped you if he didnt want you seeing this. You turned more pages, he had improved a lot, he had not only found what he was missing, but more. Every drawing and sketch, you left no drawing unseen.

You stopped at one page, it was a full page dedicated to a  family portrait, or a sketch of one. The portrait was the formal ones you were used to. They were casual clothes, no one was looking straight forward. No poses, no one sitting, nor was their hair combed neatly. It looked like just a family out and about. They all seemed so close, it seemed to be more of a wish than a reality but you were not close to him so maybe it was his reality. You looked over the page a final time before turning to the page. The rest of the sketchbook was architecture and landscapes with sprinkles of animals that you assumed were his pets. The talent he had was special, you would honestly tell him that he should pursue art, even if just on the side.

You slid it to Damian. “You have some real talent.” You expressed with a calm tone.

“I know.” He stated as if it was a known fact.  You choked on the air in your throat trying to hold back your laughter. He held a blank expression, he wasn’t cocky, if he was he would be smiling. 

“I am glad that you see it,” You look at your phone, 5 minutes before school ends, “I always get annoyed when people try to deflect praise.” You closed your laptop and put it into your bag. “I think it's a waste of time, it's just an attempt to seem humble”  you secured your bag to your back, “but that’s kinda hypocritical of me to say, don't you think?” The bell rings.

“Yes it is.” he agrees, nodding his head.

“By the way, what class did you skip to talk to me?” There was no way he had study hall this period.

“Well,” he paused. He just stood there not really wanting to answer you, you chuckled. He wasn’t happy that you laughed at him.

“Alright, good to know. Anyways, have a good day.” You walk away, still chuckling. before leaving through the door, you turned back, looking at him “Feel free to show me more art if you ever choose to.” You gave him a wide grin as you span around on your heel and continued to walk away with the typical bounce in your step. You didn't see his reaction, but it didn’t matter. You were able to get away from him without him asking you anymore questions you wouldn’t have been able to answer. 

The hallway was crowded, a sea of students were either trying to head home or back to their dorms. You got through it quickly as you had taken to the window method, where if you see an opening in between students, you take it. Something seemed off today, well more off than normal.  You didn’t pay attention to that. You made it to the front of the school and found your driver waiting for you, you waved and smiled before getting in and heading home.

Damian wasn’t sure how to feel about this, or he couldn’t pinpoint how he felt. You were so nice but he was suspicious of you. I mean, wouldn’t you be too? You were rich enough to go to Gotham academy. Which was known for being a school for the elite, yet he couldn’t connect you to any of the elite families. You also didn’t know any other elite family, especially the Wayne's. A founding family of Gotham, and always had something going around on the news. It's like you just dropped on to the face of the earth randomly when you were 11. 

He had already pulled your file from both cityhall and the school. Your school record was almost squeaky clean, only one instant of a fight that was deemed not your fault and bullying targeted towards you. Your city record only showed that you were an orphan with no listed legal guardian and that you have lived in the same penthouse for almost 7 years, near old Gotham. “No named father and mother is dead” he read his notes out loud. “What the fu-”

“Master Damian.” Alfred was standing in the doorway with a steamed suit for this weekend's gala. “Excuse the intrusion, I just came to put your formal suit away and say that Master Bruce is ready for patrol.”

“Thank you Alfred,” Damian gathered the pages, straightened them, and put everything into a file. He placed it to the side for later.

“Also,” Alfred continued to speak as he hung Damians suit in his closet. “I got a call from the school” Damian stopped and looked at him. Damian’s eyes followed Alfred as he walked towards the door. “Master bruce doesn’t know, yet, but I wouldn't recommend doing that again” Alfred warned him as he shut the door. Damian was glad Alfred would keep his secret, even if just for this once.

Damian heads down to the Batcave. He was still annoyed, he hated how easily he could let his guard falter so easily around you. You were too nice to a practical stranger. He thought, no, he knew that there was something up with you. There is no one still this decent in Gotham, not in the city where they needed a rich family to handle their criminal problem, or where there seems to be a S-level threat every couple of months. You simply could not exist in a city like this.

He passed many large frames with paintings, he never really paid attention to them, like he would be now. There were points where there were smaller frames with photos and he looked over at just the right time to see a very familiar face. He stared for a moment before continuing to walk but much faster now. After he was suited up, he met his father as he was sitting at the computer.

“Damian.” Bruce greeted him, still reading over files pulled up on the screen. Damian to a quick read over the files, it was a missing boy’s case. Probably kidnapped and being held for ransom or maybe because her parents did know something they shouldn’t.

“Father.” Damian replied. He eyed his father, he wanted to ask straight up but he knew his father would easily hide his reaction if he did so directly. So he waited for the question he typically hated disliked answering.

“How was school today?” Bruce was never the most attentive father but he tried, this was one of his few ways of trying to stay in tune with his children's lives. Damian would always say mostly the same thing ‘unchallenging’ or something along those lines. But tonight was different.

“Fine, but I met this person today,” Damian said.

“Oh really” Bruce raised an eyebrow and turned his chair around to face him, Damian has never mentioned meeting someone before. “Who are they?”

“___ ___, they are a senior.” Bruce tensed for a second at the mention of your name. That was all Damian needed to see from him. Bruce, of course, regained his composure within milliseconds.

“Hm, good to hear” Bruce almost mumbled. “I hope they are nice.” He turned back to the computer. Damian was a bit smug about getting that reaction from his father, what a long night it was going to be for Bruce.

[valuunit]

best dad ever

summary: it’s dad’s day and harry and his family celabrate it in the most chaotic way

here in mexico today’s celebrated father’s day, so yeah, i wrote this.

Content: She/her pronouns. children lol, a itty bitty of smut, i wanted to write something but i couldn’t, im with my family 💀, food, pregnancy. oh, mommy is used a couple of times sexually, but nothing crazy. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

“c’mon guys, dad should be getting up by now.” y/n walked across the hall, standing next to the master bedroom’s door.

“we’re going mum” alisha said behind her baby brother, dereck, who was barely walking with a ballon in his little hand he was holding like his life depended on it.

she sweetly laughed and kissed her two children. “good job, wait here a minute, when i open the door we’re going to say ‘happy day, daddy styles’, alright?”

dereck laughed, showing his father’s dimples on his face, god, he was his dad in all of its splendor.

“yes mummy!”

“perfect.” she entered the room quietly, her bare feet touching the rug she and harry bought when they were moving in together to their first apartment. “harry…!” she whispered.

“hmm.” he mumbled.

“happy day, sleepyhead.” she started crawling into the bed, careful to avoid his limbs and wake him up with pain.

“oh, yeah, dad’s day. i completely forgot about it, like the rest of the world.” his green eyes were barely visible, but charming as always. his view went to his stunning wife, his words, hovering over his body.

“well, i guess i’m an e.t.” she replied closing the space between their faces.

“i guess so, your out of this world.” his hands went to her hips, sitting them in his thighs.

she laughed and kissed his cheek, then cleaning a saliva stain off of it. “you’re still a flirt, aren’t you?”

“just with you, my love” he dragged his hands up, going under her new lace pj top, passing through her spine, shoulders and back down to her ass. he smirked, giving away his intentions, but y/n didn’t.

“wai-” before she could complain a knock on the door separated them.

“well, later then.” he giggled.

“shut up!, your kid prepared something really cute for you.”

“oh, my babies.” he smiled, when someone mentions his kids his eyes light up in such warm light it’s almost heavenly.

“yes, so, act surprised.”

“mummy! a minute has passed!”

“going, baby!” y/n appeared scared of her only daughter while harry laughed so loudly dereck also did.

she quickly turned to the door, now not caring if she kicked harry’s legs or anything, which she did, right on the balls. “oof, baby!”

“sorry!” she squealed and opened the door.

“‘appy ‘ay, da’y styds!” dereck screamed.

“oh my god, good job love, but.” she laughed at the chaoticness of the situation. alisha was also laughing. “now.” she grabbed alisha by the shoulders gently and let them inside the room.

“happy day daddy!”

“‘addy haffy!” dereck jumped, jumped and landed on the bed. where harry was now seated laughing, his hands in this private area.

“my beautiful children, come here!” he opened his arms letting his daughter run towards him.

“careful!” y/n screamed when she saw alisha landing near his legs.

“come here mummy!!”

“yeah mummy, come ‘ere” harry smirked putting dereck and alisha around one arm, having space for his wife.

“going daddy harry” she went, they were happy in the bed, the ballon, which was harry’s face, floating above them, dereck still gripping it.

“what’s that honey?” with all the fuzz, harry didn’t saw that masterpiece. so he looked up, watching a not so attractive picture of him in a medium size ballon. “wow! i love it bud, thanks!” he said faking enthusiasm.

“he loves it bubba!” y/n smiled towards her son, hi smiled even more.

“i also got u something dad!” alisha went to the door, where were a plate with pancakes, that had “best dad ever!” written with nutella and berries.

“thanks honey!, it’s so pretty and sweet”

“any time, dad” alisha replied, harry laughed.

“i taught her that!” y/n said raising her hand and smiling.

“where were we?”

that’s what y/n heard as soon as she got into the bedroom after taking dereck to bed. it’s been a long day of celebrating, so it was relatively easy.

“hm?” she pretended not to have heard, turning around and quietly locking the door.

“i said…” he kissed her shoulder. “where. were. we.” kiss after kiss he was progressively getting closer to her soft spot at the back of her left ear.

“ahm” even with his kissed it was hard to think for her, “i don’t recall… anything.”

“i could make you remember, or maybe you’ll prefer me to left your pretty little mind in blank.”

she turned to face his beautiful, handsome husband. looking at her with as much love and desire as he looks at authentic tiramisu.

“i like the second one better, but first i should tell you something.” she took his cheek and kissed him passionately, slowly and lovingly.

“whatever you need” he said after a couple of minutes. they joined their foreheads, looking into each other’s eyes.

“i’m pregnant, three weeks.”

she smiled so sweetly in response to his reaction. his whole face fell in utter shock, his hands, shaking, took her face and his eyes searched for every bit of honesty his wife had to offer.

“my love, a-are you kidding?” she shook her head no, a couple of tears going down her face into her wide smile.

“that’s, that’s amazing, thank you, thank you, for everything.” he hugged her, lifted her, spun her, loved her.

“yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. now, where were we?” she smirked, her hands in his face.

“no, love, what about the… you know, thingy…” he replied looking at her stomach.

she laughed, hard. “c’mon, you promised leaving me watching stars, now you do it. it will be fine, it’s smaller than a pinhead.”

“you’re so hot, love. before we do anything else can i thank you again?”

“of course. with an orgasm.”

“your wish is my command, mommy.”

[bookshelf-dust]

loving you

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 961

warnings: um, literally none? let me know if i missed something though

a/n: wanted to write something for baby’s birthday. don’t bully me about the age i’m being self-indulgent, okay? but anyways, posting this now so it’ll be up all day on his birthday. also tagging @clovermunson for helping me out with a certain fuzzy fellow. love you guys!!! <3

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Billy is warm beside you. That’s one of your favorite things about him. 

Even if there are times where you get hot and have to push him off because he’s making you sweat, there are still the times that you get to cuddle up to him when you’re cold. And he’ll tuck you into his side to warm you up. Just like he’s doing now. 

His socked feet are propped up on the coffee table, the rest of him covered by a blanket that the both of you share. His arm is wrapped around your back, fingers spread across your stomach where his hand has slipped underneath the fabric of your shirt. 

Every once in a while he’ll scratch over your belly, dull nails sending chills up your spine. Your hand is tucked underneath his thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth over his leg. 

Billy’s eyes are on the tv, yours glancing back and forth between him and the clock on the wall. 

You’re starting to wonder if you’ll disturb him with your little plan, just based on the way his eyes are starting to flutter shut, the way he’s melting into you. 

But you don’t think he’ll mind. Not really. 

The clock hand moves that little bit and the microwave numbers change, their light leaving a green cast over the kitchen counter. 

12:00 am.

You sit up, twisting some so that you’re facing Billy, and your movement wakes him up a little. 

He straightens, looking at you. He quirks a brow, trying to figure out what you’re up to. It’s always something. 

You reach out to touch his face, and he automatically leans into it. You cup his cheeks with both hands, and then you’re pressing your lips to his. 

Your mouth is warm, and he can both taste and smell the lip balm you’d put on earlier in the night. It’s a sweet kiss, long and heartfelt. 

Billy brings his hand up, holding onto your wrist.  

You’re thinking: I love you, I love you, I love you, and hoping you can somehow transfer the message directly into his brain through the kiss. He kisses you back, knowing exactly what you’re trying to say. Billy hasn’t shaved in a few days and his skin scratches against yours. You don’t care. 

When you pull away, his lashes are fluttering and if it weren’t so dim in the living room you’re sure you’d find a blush spreading across his face. 

“Happy Birthday.” 

Billy smiles at you. When he speaks, his voice is tired, lovesick. “Was that my birthday kiss?”

“Only the first one,” you tell him. 

“Oh, so I get more?”

Billy presses his forehead against yours, still holding onto your wrist. Your hands never leave his face, thumbs sweeping underneath his eyes. 

“You want another?” You ask. The question makes him chuckle. 

“Pretty please.” 

His lips tick up at the corners, enticing you. You press a kiss to both, to his cupid's bow, his chin. He pouts at you. 

“Come on. It’s my birthday,” Billy whines. 

“I really set myself up for this one.” You kiss him. “Should’ve known you’d use that to your advantage.” You kiss him again. 

Billy hums against your cheek where he’s now pressed his own mouth. He knows that makes you go all warm. 

There’s a noise behind you, a subtle added weight to the cushion you've settled on, and you know what it is without having to turn. The mewl makes Billy aware of the presence, and he grins against your face, a slow laugh leaving his throat. 

“I think he wants us to come to bed, B.”

Billy hooks his chin over your shoulder, meeting eyes with a little brown cat. 

You hear the first meow your cat lets out in greeting. The second is almost like a question. Why are you still up?

Billy reaches around you, scratching behind his ears. You can hear his purring. It’s always so loud. 

There’s a clambering, and Billy leans back, allowing for the young cat to squeeze between your body and the couch and up into his lap. 

“Night, Cosmo,” you say. Billy snorts. “What? It’s too late to be evening.”

Cosmo ignores your words, preferring to stare at you, waiting. You scratch his chin and he mewls. It’s not unlike the response Billy might have for getting the same sort of attention.  

“What do you wanna do in the morning, birthday boy? How would you like to celebrate your release from teenagedom? The big 2-0?”

Billy rolls his eyes at you and kisses the palm of your hand, having snatched it from where it was flailing midair. 

“Don’t care,” he says. “We could sit here all day and I wouldn’t give a shit.”

You lean in like you need to whisper, as if you’re not in your own home. “I think Max is gonna come see you. Don’t tell her I told you, but she bought you a sash.”

“No.”

You start to laugh. “Yes. A birthday sash.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

You kiss him again, though you’re laughing and can’t take it seriously. 

“Sure, baby.”

He pecks your lips once, twice. “No, I’m not.”

The polaroid you stick in the frame of your vanity mirror the next evening says otherwise. Billy is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, though loosely enough that you can see the words “Birthday Princess” in sparkly lettering on a pink sash. 

He’s not looking at the camera, he’s looking at Max, listening to something she’s saying. Lucas is on the floor, back between her knees.

Billy looks so happy, cheeks flushed from all of the attention he’d had, the start of a laugh on his face. 

It’s a pure, candid photo, for a true birthday princess. 

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[jae-bummer]

Good Hair Day

Request: For your request prompts, would you please do a Soulmate AU with Hoshi from Seventeen? I don’t find very many fluffy, happy Hoshi stories. That man has such beautiful eyes and I LOVE when he has plushy cheeks! It makes me want to give him a kiss and a cuddle. I was also very impressed with his humble attitude and manners when he was on Suga’s Suchwita episode. Sorry for rambling and thanks in advance. 😋

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

If you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair color changes as well.

Pairing: Seventeen Hoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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It was only 6 AM when Hoshi was forced to roll out of bed for his schedule. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he eased himself from his warm blankets and made his way toward the bathroom.

"Nice hair," Coups laughed, emerging into the hallway at the same time Hoshi stepped from his room.

Headed in the opposite direction, Hoshi stumbled into the older member and grumbled a sleepy "shut up."

So what if his morning hair was a nightmare? That was the case for almost every single one of the guys in this group (Seungcheol included). All he had to do was throw on a hoodie and patiently wait for his turn in the stylist's chair.

Shouldering his way into the bathroom, Hoshi stood before the sink and groaned.

Not again.

Blinking hazily at his own reflection, he plopped his forehead against the cool surface. Out of all days, why did his soulmate pick TODAY to go cotton candy pink?

..

"Seize the day!" you cackled, smoothing on another layer of hair dye.

"You are unhinged," your best friend, Ash, laughed from her spot on the toilet lid. "And I kind of like it."

"This person," you continued slowly. "Has been dying their hair nearly every other month since I've known them."

"Well, you don't know them," Ash interrupted. "But go on."

"Oh, I know them alright," you muttered.

For what had been the better part of the last ten years, your hair color had changed as often as the weather. You were responsible for approximately two of those changes, and they were both out of necessity. Job interviews were a mandatory life occasion, and your soulmate would have to get over having brown hair for a few months. Mint green would not be getting either of you hired anytime soon.

Which made you wonder, what exactly did your soulmate do for a living? How did they get away with having such vibrant fashion colors in everyday life? Why did your soulmate seem to have the biggest commitment issues with something as simple as hair?

"I'm only giving them a taste of their own medicine," you sighed, finally setting down the tinting brush. Examining your work, you nodded in satisfaction. "Let's see how their boss reacts to this when they wake up tomorrow."

"Maybe they're a hairdresser?" Ash theorized as she watched your slow decent into madness. "Oooh, or maybe a clown for children's parties?"

"A clown?" you cringed. "I like your enthusiasm, but could we go for something more..."

"Aspirational?" she laughed. "Sure, Y/N. Maybe they're a famous musician and after you meet them, you won't have to worry about anything besides ugly hair colors ever again."

"If they were famous, I would have clocked them by now," you grumbled. "I haven't seen Harry Styles walking around with fire engine red hair."

"You haven't seen Harry Styles walking around in general," Ash laughed. "Give yourself, and your soulmate, the benefit of the doubt."

...

"I need an adult!" Hoshi screeched across the dorm. The sun had hardly risen, and he was already launching into panic mode. "Like an adultier adult! Someone who has a much better handle on adult life and adult problems!"

"It doesn't take much," Jeonghan croaked. Collapsing onto the couch, he rubbed at his eyes before glancing up at the pacing Hoshi. "Holy shit, have you ever seen the Trolls movie? Because your head-"

Hoshi stopped his pacing and pointed an accusatory finger at his member. "I am very sensitive right now. Choose your words carefully."

Jeonghan leveled a stare in his direction. "Fine. If I don't have something nice to say, I won't say anything at all."

"Well, we both know that's a lie," Hoshi muttered as he went back to pacing. "What do I do? How do I fix this?"

"Alright first, I need you to calm down," Jeonghan nodded. "Second, I'd like you to make me a cup of coffee."

Throwing a dirty look over his shoulder, Hoshi continued to stomp back and forth.

"Fine," Jeonghan groaned. "Get me my wallet."

"Why am I going to get your wallet?" Hoshi argued. "What is your wallet going to do for the disaster on my head? We have a shoot today and the concept is going to be ruined and it's going to be all my-"

"If you stopped to take a breath," Jeonghan interrupted. "I would tell you that I have a business card inside said wallet. On that business card is the information for a very talented hairdresser who takes hair emergencies very seriously."

Dropping to his knees, Hoshi clasped his hands together. "You are not the hero I deserve, but a hero nonetheless."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the quote goes, and I'm mildly offended for some reason?" Jeonghan said, narrowing his eyes.

Already up and rummaging through Jeonghan's wallet, Hoshi yanked out the business card. "I owe you one."

"I'll take that one and use it for a coffee," Jeonghan nodded. "The hair can wait."

....

Strolling down the street, you felt a new sense of freedom wash over you. Your hair had been nearly every color under the rainbow (including the pink you were currently rocking) but nothing had ever felt as good as this. It wasn't as if you had something against your soulmate, it was quite the opposite. You were excited to meet them, whoever they were, but you also wanted them to be surprised by you for once.

Humming to yourself, you decided at the last minute to veer toward a cafe you spotted across the road. For such an adventurous new day, you deserved a little treat.

Just as you began to step off the sidewalk, someone walking in the opposite direction slammed into you.

"Hey!" you yelled, tumbling away from your assailant.

"Shit!" the stranger gasped, immediately leaning down to help you up from the sidewalk. "I was so distracted; I didn't see you coming. I'm so-"

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man who was now leaning over you. He was extremely handsome, albeit dressed oddly for the warm spring weather. He wore a black hoodie with the drawstrings pulled as tightly as possible around his angular face. You studied his features for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what was familiar about him.

As your eyes met, he paused and had suddenly gone still. No longer focused on helping you up, it looked as if his mind had gone somewhere a million miles away.

"Uh, hello?" you asked, waving your hand in front of his face. "Random stranger? Helping me off the ground? Did you glitch?"

"Your hair," he chirped. "When did you dye it?"

You could only blink in response as his question sank into you.

"Look man," you said, finally finding your voice. With a few grumbles, you pushed yourself to your feet again and stared down the man who was acting much too odd for your liking. "I'm not sure what your problem is, but-"

Wordlessly, he continued to stare at you as he pulled down the tightened hood of his jacket.

Pink. So pink.

"I'm Hoshi," he said dumbly, a nervous smile playing across his lips. "And I think I need to sit down because I might pass out."

After a short discussion verifying when you had actually dyed your hair and a longer discussion based around your hair history, it was pretty much confirmed. It had taken a decade, but you had finally found each other.

"I never thought this day would happen," you admitted. You felt lightheaded and damn near giddy. It didn't matter if the two of you looked like bright pink idiots in the middle of the street. You had each other now.

"Me either," Hoshi breathed with equal amounts of shock. Seeming to come a bit more to his senses, a little crease formed between his brows. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Uh," you croaked, looking up at him in dismay. You still didn't really know him and didn't necessarily like how open ended his question was.

Shaking his head as if to correct himself, he smiled. "To the hairdresser. Do you want to come with me to the hairdresser?"

"The pink just not doing it for you?" you grinned.

Reaching up, Hoshi tugged playfully at one of your strands. "While I like the color," he nodded. "Very much. Like so much-"

"You don't have to explain!" you laughed. "I get it."

"No really, I love it. If I could be this color pink for the rest of my life-"

"Hoshi," you laughed, placing your hand in the air between the two of you.

"Okay, I have a semi-important work thing today and I need black hair," he smiled sheepishly. "Would you...maybe want to come with me?"

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. "Of course I would."

"Great! I mean, totally, yeah," Hoshi stumbled awkwardly. "It's only a few blocks away, if you don't mind."

Watching Hoshi be so pleasantly overwhelmed warmed something inside of you. Nodding confidently to himself, he slid his palm into yours and laced your fingers together. "I'm holding my soulmate's hand."

"As am I," you confirmed, trying to ignore the heat rising up your neck.

"And now I'm walking with my soulmate to change OUR hair," he grinned. Glancing at you from his periphery, you could tell how your happiness egged him on. "Did you catch that, Y/N? We're going together to change our hair."

"I caught it, Hoshi," you laughed.

"And we get to do this forever," he said quietly, chancing a look your way. "Isn't that the coolest?"

"I honestly could not think of anything cooler."

[malicedragoness]

Ok, but what if Syzoth can transform into an actual lizard? Not a Zaterran (is this what they’re being called now?), but like a monitor lizard or an iguana. And he can accidentally change back when he’s caught off guard.

(Not proof read. We die like men. And if you can guess the 80s movie reference you get a cookie 🍪)

@bihansthot Syzoth fluff 🤗

Imagine it:

Syzoth only turns into an iguana when he’s extremely weak and is trying to hide from whoever is pursuing him.

He’s got gashes on him, he’s cold, and has been starving. He can’t hold his form anymore. He transforms and climbs into a tree to hide and make himself small. He tries to stay invisible until they’re gone, but it’s getting too difficult.

Once his pursuers are gone, he decides to rest there and falls asleep. Hours later, he wakes up when he hears a noise.

That’s when Syzoth meets you. You climbed a ladder to pick apples from the tree he’s hiding in. He continues to watch you, ready to transform and jolt if he has to. He’s still not sure if he’s able to. Everything hurts and he feels weak to his bones.

But the longer he watches you pick apples and sing to yourself, he realizes you’re not a threat. Your voice is lovely to his ears. Your hair is so pretty he wants to touch it. Everything about you, your body language and scent, seems so soft and gentle.

When you climb further up and get to his branch, you let out a surprise yelp when you see him.

“Oh my god! Are you ok, little guy?”

Syzoth couldn’t help but laugh internally. He must look horrible being surrounded in green blood. But your wide eyes and sweet voice was so cute.

“Are you alive?” He blinks when you reach to touch his nose.

You look at him and then down to the ground for a few minutes, contemplating your next move. You turn back and pet his nose again. “I’m going to pick you up and take you home, ok? Please let me help you. And please don’t bite me!”

Syzoth closed his eyes shut, pain searing through his body as you carefully pick him up. You settled him against your chest, his claws hooked onto your shirt, little tears already forming, and blood staining your shirt. He did his best to not sink his claws into your flesh, but the pain was making it hard to concentrate.

You climbed down the ladder, as slowly as you can, repeating “Please don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me.” Once you were down the tree, you put him in your basket and took him home.

You spent the next few hours researching everything an iguana needs to survive. You bought a heat lamp, some fruits and greens, giant fake rocks. You’re not sure if you just throw the greens at him or cut them up to make it easier for him to eat. But you’re trying your best.

Syzoth watches you put a bowl of greens and fruits in front of his face and stare at him. If only he could tell you that he would be fine in a few days and all of this wasn’t necessary. Although, he did appreciate all the kind gestures.

After seeing you cry about him not eating the food and worrying about him dying, Syzoth decides to eat the food you prepared for him. His gentle heart couldn’t handle your tears, and it made him happy to see your face light up.

As the days go by, Syzoth lounged on his fake rocks, ate all the food you gave him, and watched you go about your daily routine. You kept calling him ‘Zammis’, and he had no idea what that meant.

He’s healed, but he’s had such a lovely time being with you that he doesn’t wish to go. He knows it’s wrong, keeping this secret from you. But you’re so happy with him there, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying again.

You fed him his greens while watching a movie. (Another favorite thing of his to do, watching the moving pictures in the giant screen). A princess on the screen kissed a frog and he turned into a prince. You sighed and complained about how unrealistic that is.

Then your face filled Syzoth’s vision.

“Are you a prince, Zammis?”

Syzoth blinked. Then you leaned in further and kissed his nose.

Syzoth’s heart leapt in his throat. And suddenly he’s back in his human form, sitting in front of you on floor. Your hand still holding his bowl of greens and eyes wide as saucers.

“Z-Zammis?”

“Actually, it’s Syzoth, princess.” He said shyly.

[dakotalun]

What Now? | Eddie Muson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 4- Nightmares are never fun.

warnings: nightmare, SA

word count: 1k

a/n: this may or may not be based on real dreams I've had...

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Come on, I won’t bite,” His smile spreads across his face, so wide it’s almost inhuman, “Well not hard at least.”

I back away from him, trying to get as much distance between us as I can without drawing too much attention to myself. But maybe that’d be a good thing, maybe someone can come help me get away from this creep. I take another step back but I run into a metal pole, shit. My eyes go wide as I realize where I am and subsequently what’s about to happen.

“Get back! Stay the fuck away from me!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He only advances faster at that. I look to my left wanting my friends to do something, anything to get him away from me but they aren’t even looking at me.

“Adelia! Jerry! Please, help me!” I’m pleading with them, I can’t go through this again, “Guys please, just do something!” I can feel a tear fall from my eye and roll down my cheek.

Adelia turns her head towards me, but it’s not her looking back at me. It’s her face but her eyes, they are pitch black. I look away but in front of me is the man I fear so much so I close my eyes shut and squeeze hoping to wake up from this horrible dream. But I don't leave no matter how hard I wish to.

He reaches me in a matter of seconds, his hand rising to hold my cheek. I pull away and turn my head to the other side. I don’t want him to touch me. This angers him because he grips my cheek, hard. Pulling my face to be only a mere inch from his, as he breathes in my face, eyes as dark as the pits of hell, which at this point I think I’d rather be there than here.

“Little bitch! Can’t you just do as you’re told? I don’t ask for much now do I. Only that you listen to me and follow every command I give,” He turns his head to look behind him and I notice out of the corner of my eye a figure standing there, “See even she can fucking listen to instrustions and shes stupider than all of you.”

The pain I feel knowing he’s talking about Jahon is a lot but then I realize that she’s the one who got me into this shit in the first place, so the pain is only short lived.

“So, are you gonna be a good little girl and listen to master or will you need to be taught a new lesson?” His lips are at my ear, whispering the venomous words I heard so long ago. The ones that still haunt me to this day. He pulls away to look me in the eye.

With the calmest expression and voice I can muster I give him my answer, “How about you go to hell.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say because his other hand grips my throat and he pulls me forward before pushing my head back into the pole behind me, repeatedly splitting my skull in two.

I rise up from the bed breathing heavily. I clutch the back of my head to try and make sure I’m still intact, for the most part yeah but the pain is still there as if it happened only mere hours ago. I take a deep breath and flop back down onto the bed. I’m about to fall back to sleep when an arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to a warm body. 

The large nest of blonde hair is covering her face but I can tell she’s still deep in sleep. I'm glad I didn’t wake her because she's gotta be up early. I look behind me at her alarm clock, the red lights flash back at me, the time changing from 3:32 to 3:33. I turn back around but instead of facing her wall I see her leaning over me, hair falling like a curtain around our faces.

“Shit! Sarah, you scared me. Did me moving wake you?” I’m not paying too much attention to her as I try to stretch my arms, but they won’t move. I try harder to remove them from under the blanket but my efforts are fruitless.

“CaN I kIsS yOu?” My eyes shoot up to look at her face and they widen upon seeing the pair staring back at me aren’t the usual green ones I’ve grown so accustomed to, but black. Fully pitch black eyes, just like Adelia’s, just like… Shit, I’m still there.

I fight even harder to get free from her blanket but it’s like everytime I move it gets tighter around me. Sarah leans down and kisses my cheek, I pull my head back as far as possible but she just grips it and forces it to stay put. I fight as much as I can but it’s like she’s 10 times stronger than normal. I shift back and forth as much as I can to avoid her actually kissing me but it’s proving to be pointless.

“Please stop. I don’t want to. I wanna go home!” I try to plead with her but my words fall on deaf ears. She lets go of my face but wraps that same hand around my neck, slowly she kisses her way down my body, from my cheek to my neck to my chest all the way down to the part of my body I hate the most.

I can feel the tears falling as I yell at her, “Sarah! Please, I told you no! I don’t want this! Please get off me! Get off! Get off! Please, please, please…”

“Y/N! Y/N wake up. Wake up! It’s just a dream.” I jolt awake, my eyes landing on Eddie as he stares at me like I’m a ghost. His hand is on my waist, probably from him trying to shake me awake.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s just me, it’s Eddie.” He stands and sits in front of me, pulling me into a tight hug. I can’t say anything, only whimpers and cries fall from my lips. We sit there, him hugging me while I cry for what feels like forever, my breathing seeming to never slow down. But Eddie is whispering in my ear, trying to get me to calm down and breathe.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( nicknamed minx ), stepcest, age gap, cockwarmimg, riding, guy gardner slander ( i’m sorry daddy i love u i prommy ), all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ part of the galaxy’s edge au. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Hal loved when his wife went on business trips.

he could sleep in, put off filling the dishwasher until tomorrow, he could crack open a cold beer and plop down in his lazy chair to watch his favorite major league teams. and then, of course, there was all the extra time with you.

when your mother was away, Hal said your bedroom was off limits. you were only allowed to sleep in the one he shared with your mom, and only in your favorite GL tank top with absolutely no panties. that made it plenty easy for him to roll over, half asleep, and bury his cock in you to hear the sound of you waking up to a deep orgasm.

more than that, you couldn’t make plans to go anywhere or hang out with any of your friends while she was away. not that he forbade it, but you’d learned your lesson the one time you were nearly out the door to meet your posse for brunch and Hal thought the skirt of your sundress was just a tad too short, so he bent you over the arm of the couch, flipped it up over the small of your back, and railed you until your legs were shaking. you’d completely missed your date.

today was one of those days where Hal had waited until you came up to him, bringing him a fresh brew from the fridge, and he’d grabbed your hips and hoisted you up on to his lap. with a happy swoon, you’d been all too eager to perch there, straddling him, letting his hands wander up and down the flare of your hips. he’d even moved your panties to the side so he could slip his cock into you under your skirt.

the inside of you was bliss, and he made sure to tell you so, with a rumbling moan and his head tilted back.

but then your phone rang.

“Don’t answer that,” he’d mumbled, gripping your hips tighter, pulling you flush against his groin. and you’d mewled, but insisted you had to. you couldn’t stop talking to your friends the whole time your mom was away, things would start to seem suspicious. besides, you insisted that it would be five minutes, tops.

he could wait five minutes, couldn’t he?

except five came and went. then ten, then fifteen. he was trying not to count each sixty second interval, and instead, stared at the game on the television. he hadn’t been paying attention; when did the other team go up two points?

you were sitting flush against his lap, your belly full of his cock, and he wanted so desperately to bounce you up and down, use your body to get himself off. he was hard and aching for you, and he could hear your friend on the other line, talking a mile a minute. “Just shut up already…” he was grumbling under his breath, his palms laying against the flare of your hips; he eases you up, and slides you back down. your breath catches in your throat, and you slow down to a torturously slow grind, to keep yourself from moaning out loud. you flash him a glance, one that was warning that if he tried that again, you’d not be able to keep yourself quiet— and no matter how impatient he was, he didn’t want your friends finding out that you were his favorite, little plaything.

“What?” you perk up, placing one hand on his chest, “Green Lantern? You saw him? Where?”

Hal’s brow quirked— how was that possible, when he was sprawled in his living room, fucking his stepdaughter?

for a moment, your eyes were sparkling with excitement, and Hal feared you’d leap right out of his lap and sprint out the door, but all of that disappeared after your friend explained, “Oh.” you mumble, half flat, and trace circles over Hal’s chest with your fingertip. “No, it’s not the same at all. Because he’s not the Green Lantern!” you argue, and Hal strains, leaning forward to press a barrage of pecks to the side of your neck, partially to rush you off the phone, but also to hear what they were saying on the other line.

“— Green Lantern. Guy is better, even. He doesn’t hide who he is.”

Hal’s teeth grind. Guy fucking Gardner. a pain in the ass in the Corps, and now here he was, ruining the moment Hal was sharing with you. he couldn’t help the way his fingertips dig deeper against your supple flesh, pulling you tighter against him, while his hips buck forward to jab at your guts. your eyes widen, a shallow gasp escaping, but you clamp your hand over your mouth to kill a whimper before it seeps out, and your back arches in subservience to his aggressive move. he didn’t want you to think about Guy Gardner right now, or even Green Lantern, he wanted you to think about Hal, the man that was deep in your cunt.

“Guy Gardner is just— some dude with a green ring, besides the fact that he’s a total jackass, always bragging on the news. The real Green Lantern would never do that—” you breathe out after a moment, and your hand falls to grip Hal’s shoulders, trying to bring him back down so you could finish your conversation, but when his head dips, and he draws your breast into his mouth to suckle and nip, you knew he wasn’t going to wait anymore. his fingers interlocking at the small of your back tells you that he’s about ready to pound you out, and he no longer cares if your friend hears it. “C—can I call you back, actually?” you blurt out, interrupting your friend’s rebuttal, “I— I gotta go, okay? Yeah, love you bye!”

and just in time, too, because as soon as your trembling thumb pressed the red end call button, Hal was bouncing you up and down. being manhandled this way coaxed a swoon from your parted lips as your head drops back, and the phone slips from your fingers, forgotten on the couch. “Fuck, daddy! You’re gonna— get me in trouble—“

but Hal was smirking against your chest, tongue swirling around your hardened bud as he releases it from his mouth and traced his name with the tip of his velvety muscle over it— you could feel how deep his lovebites were, and you knew you’d be covered in marks. no low cut tops for a while, you supposed. “You said five minutes.” he replies, “I don’t like being lied to, Minx.”

your back arches, hips oscillating to meet his hips halfway, slamming yourself against his groin as if to apologize, “Sorry, daddy,” you whine over his sordid moaning— he’d settled back down in the chair, relaxing to let you do the work instead, and his pearly white teeth sink into his plump lower lip as he allows a ragged slew of pleasured obscenities to drip from his mouth. watching you ride would’ve been apologies enough for him, to see the way your brows knit together and your mouth hangs open in awe, to watch you plant your palms on his thighs and lean back, grinding each time he slides in deep.

“Uhhuh…” Hal mumbles, only half listening. he was too busy enjoying the view; one hand splaying across your lower back to support you whilst the other snakes around. it grabs at both of your breasts, rubs along the little ripple in your belly where his cock head barely poked out.

“Can you believe what she said, though? She told me she saw the Green Lantern right here in our town,”

“Minx…”

“But it was just Guy Gardner. Seriously? They can’t be calling him the Green Lantern, he’s just… Guy Gardner.”

Hal rolled his eyes. he really wished you would stop saying Guy’s name— he was losing his focus. all he could imagine was Guy laughing his head off every time. and you? you were already on a rant about the differences between each Lantern. of course, unbeknownst to you, you were inflating his ego every time you declared Green Lantern a god, a hero, the perfect man, but still. you were gone, and the only way he could snap you back was to grab your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Baby girl,” he murmurs, using the grip on your back to pull you in close to his body, “if you say Guy Gardner one more time, I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank your little ass red.” pressing your entire body into his, he sits up straighter, and kisses lazily at your open mouth, swallowing your happy whimpers when his hand disappears under your skirt to tease your clit, “Less talking, more cumming, my little minx.”

[thetomorrowshow]

Whumptober 8 - Sleep Deprivation

title: right beside you, blocking your way

fandom: hermitcraft

cw: torture

~

“Impulse. Hey, bud, you gotta stay awake.”

Impulse groans, his eyes fluttering open. “Tango.”

“You know I don’t want to.”

The only sign that Impulse hears him is the way his features harden just slightly.

Tango doesn’t know how much longer they’re going to be able to keep this up. At some point, Impulse will need to sleep, and there won’t be anything that anyone can do to keep him awake.

“Time’s up.”

Tango screws his eyes shut for a brief moment, willing the tears to go back to wherever they came from, not spill onto his cheeks. Then he looks up toward the blond man keeping them captive, glares hard at him.

“He needs to sleep,” he says. The blond man shrugs.

“Yes,” he says. “And it’s your fault that he can’t.”

That isn’t fair. That isn’t fair, and Mr. Blond knows it. Just because Tango won’t—can’t—help them design weapons of mass destruction, they’ve decided to torture Impulse.

It isn’t his fault. It’s their fault, for imposing a rule like that. Tango knows that. Mr. Blond knows that.

He just hopes that Impulse knows it, too.

He lets himself be led away, away to that tiny room with the bed shoved into it that serves as his cell in this torturous prison. He only spends his nights here, his days at Impulse’s side, keeping him from falling asleep.

He hasn’t seen anything of Doc or Ren. He hopes they’re okay.

They shove Tango in, the same way they do every night. The lock clicks behind him.

He stands by the door, buries his face in his hands.

He can’t keep doing this.

Tango’s the one to keep Impulse awake during the day, because at first he had just sat there and refused any questions, but then he saw how terribly Impulse was treated when he got too far gone to keep himself awake, and he begged the blond man to let him be the one to wake Impulse. He wouldn’t beat him, he wouldn’t burn him, he wouldn’t whip him even if they put the tool in his hands themselves (which they have).

But whatever they do to Impulse at night is even worse than what he witnessed during the day. Tango’s sure of it.

He swallows against the lump in his throat, pretending that he doesn’t feel the tears dripping down his cheeks.

It’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay. Someone will find them. Someone has to find them!

It’s been a week since they were kidnapped. An entire week. The longer they’re gone, the less likely they are to be found.

Tango slumps onto his cheap mattress, ignoring the plate of food on the floor beside him. Why should he deserve food and a bed, when he knows that Impulse is kneeling in the other room, barely fed and going on seven days without sleep?

He falls asleep crying, as he has the past six nights.

-

Tango gets to sleep.

Tango gets to go off to a nice room with a bed and sleep for as long as he wants. Tango gets to sleep.

Impulse hates him.

When Tango sleeps, they beat Impulse. They always do.

“Just an hour,” Impulse begs, even as he doesn’t know what he’s begging for anymore. “Just an hour, please. . . .”

The whip cracks across his calves. Impulse jerks up, trying to cover his eyes against the flashing lights.

“It hurts,” he cries, his arm hurts—

A hand pries his arm away from his mouth, from the pretty red spilling everywhere.

“Oh, poor Impulse,” a voice whispers. “Tango’s taking your sleep, isn’t he? He never lets you sleep.”

Impulse wants a turn. He wants a turn so badly that it burns the inside of his mouth, makes his teeth shiver and shake like they’re going to fall out.

There’s ants on his feet. There’s ants between his toes and he can’t stomp on them, he can’t do anything about it.

“Poor, poor Impulse. Tango keeps hurting you.”

The voice is green, green like grass and poison and good guys, green means good, green means go.

Green.

“It’s red,” he says, despairingly, and the green hums.

-

Tango pushes Impulse’s shoulder. “C’mon, wake up. There you are. Eyes open.”

Impulse’s eyes are not open. He’s deep into this sudden nap, head drooping to his chest.

Tango glances around at the guards. They aren’t paying him much mind.

“You gotta stay awake. Did I ever tell you about how much trouble it took to get the stream of Decked Out exactly the way I wanted? Usually water works pretty well for me, but it was so cold. . . .”

He keeps up the low monologue, eyes fixed on Impulse’s sleeping face.

Every time he leaves for the night, he comes back to find his best friend in worse condition. Today, he has a split lip, still bleeding sluggishly, adding to the black eye already there. His arms are wrapped in red-stained paper towels, messily stuck to his skin with scotch tape.

He doesn’t have to stand, at least. His arms are pulled behind him with scratchy rope, looped around a hook on the wall high enough to keep Impulse on his knees. It’s clearly painful, but he isn’t on his feet.

Tango’s not sure he’s capable of standing. Not with those whip marks on his feet.

He needs to sleep. Impulse needs to sleep before it kills him, but every time Tango begs for him to just rest for a bit, the blond man chuckles and asks if he’s reconsidered the demands.

The most he can do is be the one to wake Impulse when he slips.

Which will have to be now, as the woman at the door has glanced over at them twice in the past two minutes.

“Wake up,” Tango says, a little louder. He shifts, his mouth up to Impulse’s ear. “Hey, bud. Wake up.”

Impulse doesn’t wake. Tango’s eyes dart to the guard, now watching them suspiciously.

Tango sucks in a deep breath, pokes Impulse between the ribs. The man hisses, but his eyes don’t open, so Tango pokes him again, harder.

Impulse’s bloodshot eyes blink open. He glares at Tango, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“You’re red,” he says. “It’s all red. And purple. I hate you.”

Tango swallows back the tears so close to the surface. “I’m so sorry,” he croaks, reaching up to tuck Impulse’s hair behind his ear. It’s stringy and lank, crusty with blood. “I have to. Everything’s gonna be okay, Impy. Just you wait.”

Impulse shakes his head doggedly. “No. No. No. I want—please. No.”

“The moment one of our friends bursts through that door is the moment you can sleep,” Tango promises. “Soon, okay? But you gotta stay awake to see them.”

Impulse blinks at him, eyes either unseeing or uncaring. “I never want to see you again,” he says, clearer than Tango’s heard him sound in three days. “I’ll—I’ll leave. Too red. Red is bad. Stop. Red.”

He’s just saying it because he doesn’t know what’s happening. He doesn’t mean it. Impulse would never say something like that.

It doesn’t stop Tango’s heart from breaking.

They’ll be saved soon. They have to be.

Otherwise, neither of them will make it out of this alive.

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Starlit night

Wake the Dead 

Art by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms

Pairing: Troy Hassan x Eva Archer (f!mc)  

Rating: Teen (fluff) 

@choicesjanuary2024 prompt: Aurora (day 8)

Word count: 1,187 

Summary:  Several years before the events in Wake the Dead, Troy surprises Eva with a late-night outing within the confines of the Tower. 

A/N: In this story Eva is 17, in her last year at school. Troy is about 2 years older and just recently started working at the supply depot. 

Eva tosses and turns around on her lumpy mattress, sleep elusive. She had gotten expelled. Again. Gotten into a fight with her sister over it. Again.  

“Eva, for crying out loud, it’s the second time this month! You have got to be more careful. You know how things are here.” 

“But Brynn, I don’t get why we can’t even talk about how things were, before. Maybe if we knew more, we could make this place a bit better for everyone.” 

Brynn sighs “I know you mean well, lil sis, but the leaders of the Tower are clear about the rules, whether we agree with them or not. And trust me, we don’t want to get kicked out into the wilderness.” 

She sighs, trying to will herself to sleep. Maybe she should hold her tongue more, but it infuriates her that the Tower leaders only care about teaching them the basics for survival – any form of critical thinking frowned upon, worse, punished. 

Toc. Toc.  

A knock on the door shakes her from her reverie. She opens a crack to find a grinning Troy. 

“What the hell, Troy? It’s the middle of the night!” She whispers, glancing back to make sure Brynn hasn’t stirred. 

“You don’t say! Come on, I have something to show you. You’re gonna like it.” He winks. 

“I’m in enough trouble as it is. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” 

“Afraid not, it’s kind of a middle of the night thing.” He grins wider. “And, we’ve gotta go now if we don’t want to get caught. So, what’dya say, Archer, up for a little adventure?” 

She frowns at him, but her curiosity is piqued.  

“Wait a sec.” 

She shuts the door on his pleased face and quickly pulls on a sweater, sweatpants and boots. She grabs a flashlight and sneaks out into the dark hallway, glancing one last time at Brynn’s sleeping form.  

She’s so gonna kill me. 

As soon as she shuts the door, Troy takes her hand, leading them down several service hallways then up a series of rickety fire exit stairs. They duck into the shadows a few times to avoid patrolling guards. 

“So where exactly are you taking me?” She whispers as they continue to climb ever higher. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“Troy.”  

“We’re almost there!” He winks. 

Sure enough, a few minutes later he stops them in front of a steel door high up one of the Tower’s outer walls. He pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks, pushing it open with a flourish. 

They enter a small room stacked with dusty cases filled with weapons, munitions and other military equipment. At the far end, a small balcony overlooks the forest surrounding the Tower.

“Troy, what is this place?” 

“An ammunitions depot. They have a bunch of these scattered around the tower to defend against drones. And in case of security breaches from inside the tower, I wager… Only Blackstock’s most loyal have access keys.” 

“Look at you, the ultimate insider!” Eva smirks at her friend, punching him lightly on the shoulder. 

“Nah, I just know people who know people. The surprise is over here. Come, take a look.” Troy leads her towards the exposed balcony. 

She gasps as she takes in the scene.  

The balcony is perched high above the ground, providing a bird’s eye view of the hills and valleys surrounding the Tower.  

She looks out at the snow-covered mountains and valleys. Millions of twinkling stars lighting the night.  

Her breath catches as she notices bright shimmering lights in hues of green, blue and purple, dancing across the sky. 

“It’s beautiful.” She whispers, stunned. 

“Yeah. They call them northern lights. I read about them in some magazine. I was telling Sam and the guys about them, and she told me she’d seen these strange lights while out patrolling the past few nights. Convinced her to lend me the key to this place. It’s pretty amazing, I never thought we’d see them so far south.” 

“Isn’t Sam that brunette guard you’ve been flirting with?” Eva smirks, teasing. “You charmed her into lending you the keys?” 

“What can I say, I’m irresistible.” Troy grins, puffing out his chest.  

“If you say so, Hassan.” She smirks.

Eva looks out at the magical scenery, captivated. The aurora dance in the skies in an ethereal, pulsating rhythm, reflected on the white blanket of snow covering the fields and mountains.  

She shivers a little as a cold gust buffets their small balcony. Troy pulls out a blanket from his bag. He sits down on the ledge and beckons her over, wrapping them both snuggly.  

“You came prepared.” 

He shrugs “Figured it’d get cold out here.” 

They sit in companionable silence for a while, in awe at the delicate dancing ribbons of light. Relishing in the peace and quiet of the outside world. 

“One day, Troy, I’m going to see all this from outside the Tower. There’s got to be something better out there for us...” 

“I’m quite alright right here, thank you very much.” 

“For someone who spends an inordinate amount of time reading up on old world curio, you’re not even a little interested in seeing and experiencing it for yourself?” 

“Oh, believe me, I am. If it weren’t for the flesh eating freaks I’d be long gone… but let’s face it, I’m too good looking to die.” He flashes her one of his trademark grins. 

She chuckles, a twinkle in her eyes. 

“So, speaking of good looks, why d’ya invite little old me when you could be making out with the lovely Sam?” Eva asks him teasingly. 

“First of all, I don’t need any magical dancing lights to up my game with the ladies.”  

She scoffs.  

“Second, I heard you got expelled. I swear Blackstock’s goons are becoming unbearable. And it’s not just the school. It's harder and harder to get my hands on contraband, they’re really cracking down on everyone.” He sighs. “Anyway, I just figured you could use a friend and some cheering up.” 

“Thanks Troy, this is just about the nicest thing someone’s done for me.”  

She kisses him on the cheek before laying her head on his shoulder, gazing out to the skies once more. 

Troy hopes the darkness hides his blush.  

He wraps an arm around Eva, pulling her closer as they both take in the mesmerizing display. 

Maybe one day he’ll be brave enough to tell her how he feels. 

But tonight, he’s content he was able to brighten her night a little. 

[takeomurasaki]

Hey takeo! How’s everything? Welcome to Tumblr and to the writing community. I read your post and I was hoping if you could write something for Izuku’s birthday? Maybe reader organizing a surprise party for him without him knowing? (Only if you want to that is)

And I can’t wait to see you grow here! I was once a small writer here (kind of still am) so I get how you feel about being on such a popular platform. And remember: writing’s supposed to be fun, not tiring. Post whatever’s on your mind.

Take care and stay safe!

Hi Moonlight, Thank you so much for the request and the kind welcoming message! I'm really grateful for your kindness and hope you grow even more as a writer 🙏🏻

I adore this idea and hope I could interpret what you had in mind, hope you enjoy this 🩵

" Perfect Birthday for Him 💚 "

Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

Type: Romantic, Fluff, One-shot.

Summary: Surprise party for Izuku's birthday.

Word Count : 2005 words

You put your hand on your hip, the other on your forehead. The cake was finally in the oven.

"I can't believe I beat the squad to it! It was exhausting but everything's ready cake wise."

"Could you help me clean now? First you kidnap me from my morning training to bake a fucking cake for Deku and now you won't even clean. Damn extra!" Bakugo screamed-whispered in your ears. It was still early and if the both of you woke the others up, Izuku might wake up, and that's a no-go.

You weren't the best at baking, that was a flaw of yours but you always tried your best at it. That failed this time around, though. You had tried to prepare a cake for Izuku's birthday but you mixed the cake mix with too much olive oil and it was ruined and smelled terrible. Thank God you knew just the right person to help you: Bakugo. He might be a douche, he was the best at baking so you asked him regardless. The blonde wasn't dumb, he saw in your eyes that this cake meant a lot to you, and he sure could see you wanted to impress his childhood friend. Your eyes were shining and a deeper colour than they used to be, your cheeks were tinted red and sweat dripped from your forehead. Your hair was messy from the rush you had been in for the past couple days preparing the perfect birthday for Midoriya.

He found that funny and laughed at your face, but followed through with your plan anyway. He's not a monster, why wouldn't he help his nerdy childhood bestie get game?

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming. You're going to wake them up if you keep speaking so loud Bakugo please.." You sighed in complete despair and closed your eyes. He sure could be a pain in the ass sometimes.

As you were washing the dishes and Bakugo finishing cleaning the countertop, he spoke out of the blue.

"Say professional simp, why'd you stress so much over that birthday party anyway? You know damn well he's gonna enjoy it if it's you preparing it for fuck's sake." He said rather loudly, grinning like a mad man, he REALLY was a pain in the ass today.

"Bakugo I- He- What? Oh my God" you facepalmed, your face so red your ears began to redden too. You gritted your teeth, this guy was gonna ruin the plan it he keeps at it. "Shut the fuck up and don't speak so loud! Get back to cleaning." You got back to cleaning the dishes, furrowing your brows still red faced. You did hope he was right, that Izuku was gonna like it and actually realize you liked him bad, like bad bad !

Let's not forget who Midoriya is, he gets quite oblivious when it comes to love. Random people were hitting on him at least once a month in the most random places ever and he never suspected a thing, he thought they were just being nice.

That made you fall deeper for the green haired boy if you were honest, you found that just so cute. He always was but his oblivion to others' perception of him added to his natural charm.

You could not mess today up, you were a compassionate and thoughtful friend who always went above and beyond to make your loved ones feel special. You have a knack for creating unforgettable moments and ensuring that every detail is perfect when it comes to showing someone how much they mean to you, mostly Izuku.

It was your chance of getting him to be aware of himself and his attractiveness that you admired deeply, too.

Later on, you went to Mr. Aizaiwa. He wasn't your teacher, you were in class 1-C, but he was Midoriyas and he was helping the whole plan happen out of sheer boredom. He was indeed the weirdest teacher you'd ever met.

It was lunch time, the perfect timing to meet him and discuss today's matter. You knocked on the almost empty classroom's door and entered slowly.

Internally you were an absolute mess. Trying to keep your composure wasn't easy as a swarm of butterflies filled your stomach to the brim, the anticipation was overbearing. The party was getting closer.

"Hello Aizaiwa sensei. Do you remember about Izuku's birthday party perchance? Do we have permission?" You managed to smile somewhat normally with sweaty palms.

He looked up from his spot, tucked in his sleeping bag about to fall asleep from the bags under his eyes. "Hello Y/N L/N, I do remember problem child's birthday party... Principal Nezu is okay with the party being held in the dorm's common room. You will have to mark out the things you're using from the school on a paper though so we know what you took. Dismiss now, I'm sleepy, kid." And with that he just fell on the ground and closed his sleeping bag further, till we couldn't see his face.

You did a little happy dance, how could you not? You had everything planned out perfectly. You rushed out of the classroom to prepare the decorations and the organization.

You were by yourself to prepare the room and all. The others were still in class. After class was done everyone has to come here and finish preparing everything with you, excluding Ochaco of course. She was his current best friend and was tasked to keep him occupied for sometime so we could all hide and all. Honestly your excited was making you go faster than you anticipated, your breath was warm as you were going up and down chairs to be tall enough to reach the ceiling and put the All Might banner and balloons you managed to obtain.

You carefully placed the plates and cups, All Might themed of course, on the table. Each plate and cup with a name on it so no one would get mixed up, that also prevented you from forgetting anyone. You prepared the soft and energy drinks you had brought the day before and put them on the table alongside crackers, chips and nerunerune kits. Candy for the sweet guy, you were proud of the connection you had made at the supermarket. You even got to use UA's party things, so you had confetti on the table, on the ground and even found a red carpet to put at the door leading to Midoriya's chair. Oh his chair, you took an extra time on it. It had little All Might stickers on it you brought for this special occasion, an All Might cushion sitting bare seemingly waiting for Izuku to sit down on. You were overjoyed it was so perfect and turned out how you imagined it.

After the bell rang, the others rushed to the dorm and were surprised to see you had done everything. You took the paper hats, All Might themed why wouldn't they be, and ended one to each and everyone. Mina insisted on having colorful streamers, you couldn't disagree it was a great idea for sure, the clean up was going to be a nightmare but that's for later.

You all got in your hiding spots and turned off the lights, Ochako texted you and said she was near with Midoriya. Your heart was racing, your face red. Barely hyperventilating at this point, you brushed your palm against your chest to contain your excitement. The door clicked open.

"Ochako-san? Why is it so dark in there?" Midoriya was intrigued and turned on the light. Seconds after, you all jumped up and screamed happy birthday to the birthday boy. Midoriya was surprised, his eyes wide and sparkling as he scanned the place and everyone in the room. He smiled brightly, showing his pearly white teeth. His cheeks tinted pink at this point. He thanked everyone, one by one, until it was you left. He approached you, he seemed excited from what you could tell.

"My raitō! Everyone told me you planned all this and I could never thank you enough!" He engulfed you in his muscular arms.

Your eyes widened, he had just called you his precious and on top of that he was hugging you. Heat rushed to your whole face and ears. Your pupils dilated, you inhaled his sweet scent that filled your lungs to the brim. You giggled finally hugging him back.

"It was nothing Izu, nothing is enough to compare to you." You admitted, a knot forming in your throat as the words spilled out your mouth. Izuku instantly lifted his head up from the hug and he was scarlet red at this point. He started stuttering and muttering, you couldn't really understand what he was saying so you just laughed. With the courage you had managed to form you gave him a small peck on the cheek and went to Todoroki to get the gifts out of their hiding spots in his room.

Izuku was frozen in place, his chin trembled as he tried to process what just happened. His hand trailed slowly to his cheek and realization hit him straight in the face. He had not studied them enough, that wasn't in his notes.

The time for the gifts came, everyone hurried at the table as Izuku sat down on his custom chair. He was so nervous, that was a lot of attention on him at once and you were still there, sweetly grinning at him. He opened each gift gently as to keep the All Might merched wrapping paper and thanked everyone for their gifts. The last one was yours and he was absolutely thrilled, his palms shaking and his heart racing. He opened the box hidden under the wrapping paper and lifted an eyebrow, the box was empty.

"Is- is this normal Y/N ?" He said scanning the box, flipping it upside down and shaking it.

You were freaking out. Everything was perfect but this. The gift wasn't in the box. Without even thinking, you screamed, terrified and hurried to Todoroki's room, it must still be there. Izuku followed you and motioned the others to stay put in their place.

"Where the fuck is it!? I swear it was just there!" Your eyes scanned every corner of Todoroki's room in desperation. You were moving every single piece of furniture trying to find the gift for Izuku, you rambled on about where it could be and didn't hear it feel Izuku's presence in the room. His brows narrowed and he stepped towards you. He placed his hand on your shoulder stopping you dead in your tracks. You were crying, the frustration was too much for your poor heart and soul to handle.

He opened his arms and smiled at you,

"Y/N please calm down, I don't need a material gift it's all fine I promise. We can have fun with the others and we'll search for the gift after the party how does that sound to you? Is this ok?"

You accepted the embrace, slowly nodded rubbing your eyes. "I guess this is. I'm so sorry Zuku it was meant to be a perfect birthday. I was so focused on you and your birthday party I even forgot to put the gift in the box." You managed to trail out between small whimpers and crys. Izuku gently rubbed your back as you confessed to him, he was happy you trusted him with your emotions. Seeing you vulnerable like this comforted his love for you, if you could break your outer walls down for him, he could do the same for you.

"I understand the struggle, it was the same to me when it was your birthday honestly. You're just so mesmerizing I lost myself for a moment." You looked at him with mouth agape, face redder than it had ever been. He chuckled and pecked your forehead, just as red as you were.

"Your presence and attention towards me and my birthday is the greatest gift you could have given me, Aijin."

Takeo.

[zodiacs-web]

Colors Of Time

╰₊✧ Hobie Brown x Gn!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: The things you do with Hobie when he visits

╰₊✧ What's in the web: Fluff, relationship is ambiguous

╰₊✧ A/n: I did actually take my time to edit. Please tell me if I made any mistakes, my computer often doesn't pick up on it and neither do I. Anyway, early gift for my return.

Often, when Hobie comes over late at night, his footsteps and the sound of the portal are the first things to wake you up. You've aligned your schedules so that he can come visit you on your day off. Meaning that he comes late just to spend a little more time with you.

Your head turns to the door, squinting at him as he stands there for a full minute. God, he always does this. You playfully roll your eyes before plopping your head back onto the pillow. He finally moves. The bed is dipping at your feet. With your eyes shut, you hear him kick off his boots, change into different clothes, and then shuffle towards the empty side of the bed before climbing in next to you.

You open your eyes to find him looking at you, not a noise is made before you're turning over once more. You feel his hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer as he lets out a breathy laugh. You found it strange that he just lets his hair collide with the pillow, knowing he'll regret it later.

This guy...

Suddenly, you're awoken to the feeling of hands detaching from you, with the bed eventually shifting back into place. Your eyes slowly lift open, watching as his figure goes out into the other rooms. You weakly turn to your side before pushing yourself up. You sit there for a few minutes, staring at the wall until the sound of sizzling gathers your attention.

Ah, breakfast... I forgot about that...

Usually, it'd be you who would make breakfast, waking up early to get enough food set for the both of you. What a day to see him actually getting up early. You sigh before pushing yourself up and walking over to the kitchen. You find him shoving eggs onto a plate next to waffles. How long were you staring at that wall?

You can't help but notice the clothes he's wearing, it's an old pair of pajama pants and a cool de-saturated green shirt. You bought them online, not knowing they'd be a bit too long on you. He hands you the plate before twisting you towards the table, a gentle push placed onto your back.

The eggs were soft and creamy, always cooked to perfection. The waffles had a crisp to them on the outside while the inside had a soft and fluffy texture while syrup coated them. You loved it when he made breakfast it was a rare delight but a wonderful one indeed. When you're finished, the plates are often left untouched in the sink. You hated doing dishes, and so did he.

A task often left for future you.

You and he return to the bedroom. You grab clothes to change into later, while he picks up the clothes he threw on the floor last night. He only changes while you shower. When you get out, you quickly put on lotion and change, rushing to the best part.

He grabs a stool from the kitchen and places it in front of the mirror. With the blow dryer in hand, he releases your hair from the towel with the other. He gently runs a comb through your hair while warm air is flowing through your scalp, soothing every part of you. He often helps you do your hair, but today, you'll let it do whatever it pleases.

Eventually, you both end up on the balcony, you watching down on people with him reading a book from your world. You look over at him with his hair seemingly messed up from the pillow. It has been at least two hours since you last woke up, and he has not bothered to fix it.

"So, you're not going to fix it?" You question him.

"I think it's fine, I didn't move much anyway," He inquires.

"Liar,"

"I'm not lyin' I barely moved at all,"

"Yeah, and I'm a god visiting earth,"

You both only stare at each other before he sighs.

"Maybe I did move."

"You...!!"

[averbaldumpingground]

A follow-up to this.

She wakes up, still groggy. There's water and a couple aspirin on the nightstand.

It's not her room, the furniture too dark, with thick, green drapes that block the worst of the late morning sunlight. Her pillow smells like aftershave. It's nice and just a little bit familiar.

And then it hits her all at once: her awful, crappy night. Weeks of her research, gone. How she'd let Darcy talk her into going out. And then she'd gotten drunk and called Professor Laufeyson.

Because of course she had. Because why not, drunk dialing him at two-whatever in the morning was mostly par for course these days.

She hadn't expected him to actually come get her though. Not when she knew how far he lived off campus. Not when they weren't really even friends.

But he had.

A little sleep-rumpled still, his hair in messy waves, and wearing the ratty NASA t-shirt he must have fallen asleep in, he'd shown up some time around 4, and helped her get down from the roof, with what passed for minimal complaining. She'd never seen him not wearing a suit before. And he'd looked softer, somehow. Approachable.

The car ride back to his condo was hazy. She hadn't even brought her keys. And Darcy was somewhere--some guy, maybe. Maybe another party. Somewhere. But she hadn't argued about sleeping in her office like she might have if only she weren't so tired. She hadn't argued at all.

Rubbing her face in frustration, she remembers the smile he gave her. The thin one, a little amused. A little patronizing.

But then he'd helped her inside. Thrown clothes at her. Oversized sweatpants that barely stayed up, no matter how tight she had tied them.

"I'm not enough of a gentleman to offer to take the couch."

"You're not any kind of gentleman."

But she'd followed him into the bedroom anyway. The sheets were soft, maybe a little bit cool. A pale sage green. He'd pulled the comforter over them, swatted his hand at the lamp until it finally clicked off.

And then--and then he was curling himself around her, his breath warm against the curve of her neck.

"What--"

"I need to be up in two hours," he mumbled, already halfway asleep, "so please don't thrash about too much."

She remembers lying awake after that, staring out at the dim expanse of his bedroom. His arm had been heavy on her stomach. Comforting, oddly. Like the steadiness of his heartbeat behind her, the way he had seemed to just breathe her in.

She isn't sure how long it was, before her exhaustion finally claimed her. A vague memory of his alarm, maybe warm lips on her forehead. Or that was just wishful thinking.

She shuts her eyes against the thought. No. Not when Professor Lauf--

But the name doesn't feel right anymore. She isn't sure it ever really did.

She forces herself to get up. His room is cozier than she would have imagined it. Lived in. There's a note that must have fluttered to the floor.

I told Selvig that you have food poisoning. Lab is rescheduled for Friday.

The numbers on the alarm clock blink out at her. It's almost noon already and her stomach twists in on itself. He covered for her with her boss. He brought her home and got her water and--

Maybe she does have food poisoning. She's queasy, a little unsteady.

The room smells like him, there's a pile of tests sitting on the armchair in the corner. Prints up on the wall, the night sky over somewhere. Tromsø, the text reads. A copy of the first page of the Sidereus Nuncius.

It's all so tasteful. Understated. Nothing at all like--

She hears the door click.

"I was wondering if you'd gone off without breakfast, after I'd gone through the trouble. But it seems like you aren't entirely awake yet."

That's right, she thinks, willing herself to turn around. The lecture would have ended an hour ago. And if he rescheduled the lab section--

"Do you need me to drive you back?"

He sounds...off. Stilted, a little. Too formal. Like he used to before she first called him. Like--like he does with almost everyone else.

The recognition of it makes her stagger.

"Jane?"

She doesn't want him to--

There's a cool hand against her cheek. Another helping her back against the plush, upholstered headboard.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything? Orange juice or--"

She shakes her head, about to make more of idiot of herself, she's sure.

"Just--just more sleep, I think."

He looks at her, something in his face, something-- and then the lines resolve.

"Alright," he says slowly, almost as if testing the words. "I'll go get changed then."

That woozy, twisted up feeling feels less like throwing up now.

"Oh, and Jane?"

There's an uptick to the corner of his mouth.

"I left another toothbrush in the bathroom. Your morning breath is awful."

[kongchipachi95]

Sweet Surprise x Dino

POV: You had only just started dating a few months ago,so when you get a drunk phone call from Dino you didn't know what to expect but you certainly weren't expecting how the night transpired.

MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY

Warnings: mentions of drinking, sexual activity, not virgin sex but it is the first time the two of you have sex together,.

ENJOY!

Dino

You were just dozing off when your phone started buzzing on your nightstand.

It was your boyfriend, Dino, calling you.

“Hello?” you answered in a sleepy daze.

“My love? Were you sleeping?” he hiccuped on the other line. He had gone out with his friends, Jeonghan, Hoshi and DK to go drinking while you stayed at home since you had an early morning start the next day.

“Yes, baby, I need to get up in a couple of hours for work, remember?” You gently reminded him. There was silence on the other line for a few seconds,

“Ah,” he yelled into the phone smacking himself in the face. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I just, I just missed you,” he apologized. You could hear his heavy breathing on the other line right before Jeonghan yelled at Dino.

“What are you doing? You promised you would enjoy guys' night without calling her!” He tried swiping the phone away from Dino and the rustling of clothes filled your ear. 

“Ya, hyung! I can talk to my girlfriend whenever I want to. Leave us alone!” After some discussion and more rustling Jeonghan finally wrestled the phone out of his hand.

“Noona, I’m so sorry for Dino waking you up. We know you have to work in the morning. Just try getting to bed, we’ll take good care of- DINO WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

You heard a car door slam shut right before the line cut off. You tried calling Dino’s phone back to see what the hell was going on but it kept going to voicemail. His phone must’ve died. Now you were worried since you didn’t have any of the other guys’ phone numbers and Dino was headed God knows where drunk from his head down to his toes. You debated putting your shoes on and going to help look for him but you didn’t want to risk leaving and he ended up at your place. You felt so helpless, not knowing where he could be or what he was even thinking. It seemed like an eternity that you stared at the clock but no more than an hour later you heard a faint knocking on your door.

“Jagiya, it’s me. Dino,” he slurred on the other side of the door before thumping his forehead on the cold vinyl. You jumped up and threw the door open causing him to almost lose his balance and topple over.

“Excited to see me?” he smiled holding his arms open, his eyes barely open slits in his face but his beautiful smile shone back at you.

“I was worried sick about you!” you yelled at him, punching his arm.

“Yaaa, I told you I missed you and I wanted to come see you,” he whined. He held up a convenience store bag full of stuff.

“I brought food, though,” he pouted. You let out a big sigh, it was hard to be angry at this helpless cute otter standing at your door.

“Well, let’s see what you got,” you gestured for him to sit on the sofa. He dumped out the contents onto the table and he had bought several packs of ramen, two bowls of instant tteokbokki, the strawberry Oreos you liked and some green teas that you once told him you liked. 

“I tried to get your favorite snacks,” he whispered shyly.

“Thank you, baby, that was very thoughtful of you.” you patted his shoulder. 

“I mean it, I really missed you. Being away from you made me think of something,” he started.

“What did it make you think of?” you asked patiently and genuinely curious.

“I think,” he started before stopping himself. “No no, I can’t say that. You’ll run away.” he commented getting up from his seat and pacing the room.

“What? Would you please sit down? Just tell me, babe. Why would I run away?” you pressed.

The thing was, you had only been dating for 4, almost 5 months. You were starting to spend more time together and the last few times you had dates you wore matching outfits. But that’s all it was. You hadn’t done much more than make out and you hadn’t really told each other how you felt or really talked about where your relationship stood. You were just two people truly enjoying each other’s company.

He let out a big sigh and sat on the sofa next to you dropping his arms onto his lap, slowly turning to you with his bangs forming a curtain over his face. The dim lighting cast a shadow over his face, making him look like a vulnerable child.

“Over the last few months, I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. I’m not supposed to tell anyone but we have a world tour coming up, we’ll be gone for almost 3 months. It’s just, well, the thought of leaving you here, alone, and without being able to spend time with you drives me crazy. I started thinking about all of the times we spent together and it made me sad to think that I’ll have to go three months without you.”

He cast a side glance towards you to gauge your reaction. The news of the tour was shocking and it did sting a little to think you would have to go that long without him, too. But it made you realize that maybe what you had wasn’t just something light hearted or just passing the time with each other. You really connected and were developing feelings for each other. It made you think of the days leading up to this night. After practice and after his scheduled appearances he would almost always call you right when he got into the car. He would give you a recap of his day, funny things that happened, things that made him nervous. He was starting to confide in you little by little. He was opening up to you. And now, he had put his heart out on the table raw and exposed telling you how he felt.

“I think,” he started before pausing. You reached out and brought his hands into yours. 

“You can trust me, Lee Chan,” you told him softly. You heard a sharp intake of breath, he sniffled and when you leaned forward to look at his face you realized he was crying softly. You took his face in your hands and kissed him lips softly, touching your forehead to his. “Say whatever it is that is bothering you,” you looked at him with such kind and caring eyes he couldn’t help but let out what he had been fighting to hold in.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered, his breath tickling your lips. You looked up at his eyes. Those sweet, bloodshot red eyes you could see yourself getting lost in. You almost couldn’t believe this beautiful, hilarious, talented guy was actually falling in love with you. 

“I’m falling in love with you, too,” you whispered back. His breathing picked up, his arms wrapped themselves around you and brought you closer. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and you could feel his shoulder muscles rippled under your arms as he held you tighter. He leaned his head back and kissed you softly at first, the taste of pepper pecan whiskey on his tongue was enough to intoxicate you even more. The smell of his skin, his muscles flexing under his shirt and the warmth of his body was enough to make you lose yourself in his embrace. He leaned you backwards on the sofa until he was hovering over you. His necklace hung down and gently tapped you on your chin.

You could feel the bulge pressing against your leg as he lowered himself to kiss you. It was giving you a throbbing pulse, moistening your underwear. You arched your back in anticipation, your bodies were like two magnets pulling towards each other by some invisible force. The only sound in the apartment was a city sound. It was a cacophony of passing cars, car alarms beeping from a distance, the wind that blew between the buildings and the sound of your hearts beating. 

“I love you,” he whispered before crashing his lips into yours in a ravenous endeavor. His left hand cradled your face in his, resting on his forearm against the sofa. The other hand reached down into your sleep shorts and felt the warmth and wetness against your panties causing a shudder to roll through his body. He planted soft kisses on your forehead first, then your cheeks making his way down your neck to your chest. As you closed your eyes, anticipating more, you could hear his jeans unzipping and his belt falling to the floor. When you opened your eyes you could see he had sobered up a little and his eyes had a dark, sexed up look to them. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked you.

“More than anything, Lee Chan,” you whispered back. “Let’s go to the bed, we’ll have more room.” 

He reached down, picking you up from under your ass and you clung to his shoulders as we walked you over to the bed kissing you the entire time. He gently and slowly placed you down kissing your sternum, your stomach and softly kissing your wetness, swirling his tongue a little to excite you.

Maintaining eye contact he pulled his boxers down to his thighs and laid himself on top of you, allowing his bulge to squeeze itself between your thighs. You slowly opened up for him, your breathing getting heavier and heavier.

“Please, Lee Chan, I want you,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “Are you that needy for me? You can’t be away from me for 3 months?” 

“No, I need you. I need you now, please!” you begged. The corners of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk, turning you on even more.

He moved your legs apart with his knees, letting the tip of his dick poke your gummy entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave.

“Yes,” you whimpered, arching your back. Before you even had time to beg he slid his dick into your moist folds. It took several deep breaths for you to open your eyes as he filled you up. He was thick and hard, filling up your walls in ways no one ever could. You were so sensitive to every movement he could feel your legs twitching underneath him.

“You’re more than ready for me, huh, nasty girl?” He teased you. His hands found their way to your breasts for balance as he thrusted in and out so painfully slow. He had closed his eyes, savoring every single sensation as you squeezed him with pleasure. As he picked up the tempo you widened your legs, allowing him to go deeper. The faster he got the more your legs lifted off of the bed so he placed your calf over his shoulder and dragged you to the edge of the bed for more leverage.

“Lee Chan, you’re going to make me cum,” you cried out.

“Be a good girl for me and cum” he growled, placing a hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure building up within you. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability as you felt the wave rising up like the tide and crashing over you through all the nerve endings in your body. You screamed his name and held on for dear life. The corners of his eyes crinkled as your pulsing squeezes brought him to climax. Right before he thought he couldn’t take it anymore he pulled out and unleashed streams of white glaze over your stomach. You had never seen his muscles more glistening and flexed. He looked so delicious and gorgeous, you couldn’t believe he was yours.

“Stay there, I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said softly. The way he was in bed was a totally different person than who he was any other time, you just learned.

He padded back into the bedroom bringing with him a warm washcloth that he used to clean you up. He gently wiped your folds then cleaned the mess he left on you. He took the washcloth back into the bathroom and slid into bed underneath the covers with you. You could feel the warmth of his body as he spooned you, pulling your body close to his. It felt so surreal and so intimate, it was like you were one person. You didn’t want the moment to end. He kissed your bare shoulders and neck, and laid his head on the pillow next to you. You heard his breathing slow before he fell asleep. It brought a smile to your face that he felt so safe and comfortable with you and it was only the beginning. You drifted off to sleep with Lee Chan dreaming next to you.

[rookie-chenford]

Keeping A Secret

Description: Based slightly on Season 2 Episode 6, but a little farther into the future, about 6 months after they've graduated to P2, and also a little twist. Also took a scene from Season 5 Episode 11, because I love it so much lol.

Words: 3202

Warnings: false missle threat, mentions of anxiety, not sure of anything else, but please let me know if there are any!

Lucy jolted awake as her daughter, Ellie, jumped on her bed and shouted, "Mommy, wake up! It's time for school!" Lucy turned over, grabbed her phone, and looked at it. 4:00 a.m. flashed across the screen, and she groaned. "Ellie bug, we still have an two hours before we have to get up." 

Lucy jolted awake as her daughter, Ellie, jumped on her bed and shouted, "Mommy, wake up! It's time for school!" Lucy turned over, grabbed her phone, and looked at it. 4:00 a.m. flashed across the screen, and she groaned. "Ellie bug, we still have an two hours before we have to get up." 

Ellie quit jumping and kneeled by Lucy's side. "But, Mommy, I'm ready to go to school now." She whined. Lucy chuckled and grabbed Ellie so she could lay beside her. "I know, bug. But school doesn't open for a couple of more hours. Let's try to get a little more sleep, and then we can get ready, okay?" Ellie nodded and shut her eyes. Lucy looked over and smiled at Ellie, moving the little bit of hair off her face. When Ellie's breathing evened out, Lucy closed her eyes and drifted asleep. 

The alarm on her phone blared, waking both Lucy and Ellie up. Lucy groaned internally, and Ellie quickly popped up. Lucy grabbed her phone and turned the alarm off. "Is it time for school now, mommy?" Lucy chuckled as she sat her phone down. "Yeah, baby, it is. Go get ready." Ellie hopped out of Lucy's bed, squealing. Lucy shook her head and chuckled as she got out of bed and got ready for the day. 

"Alright, Ellie. Are you ready to go?" Lucy hollered as she poured coffee into her travel mug. Ellie came running out, wearing a plain white long-sleeve shirt, the cutest olive green overalls, and white Converse. "Ready, Mommy!" she squealed as she struck a pose. "Wow, you look absolutely beautiful." Lucy gushed as she grabbed her things and Ellie's backpack. "Aunt Tamara helped me pick out my outfit, and we match!" She exclaimed. Tamara walked out of her room, wearing an almost identical outfit, and struck the same pose beside Ellie. Lucy laughed and shook her head in amusement, loving the relationship between Ellie and Tamara. "Well, you both look beautiful. Say goodbye to Aunt Tamara." Tamara bent down to be the same height as Ellie and squeezed her, making Ellie squeal. "Alright, kiddo, have a good day at school." Tamara released her from the hug, and Ellie waved and blew her a kiss. Before Lucy closed the door, she stuck her head back in. "Are you still good with picking her up after school?" Tamara nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." Lucy quickly thanked her, headed to drop Ellie off at school, and then went to work. 

Lucy and Nolan walked in, seeing Tim at the new coffee machine, trying to figure out how it worked. He pulled levers, twisted knobs, and pushed buttons, but nothing was working. He turned around when he heard Lucy rustling around in the snack basket. "Hey, what was wrong with the old coffee machine?" Lucy smirked as she saw Tim struggling with the new machine. "Oof, led levels for one," Nolan said. 

"Mice infestation, for two," Lucy added. She grabbed a breakfast bar and headed over towards Tim. "Here, let me show you." Lucy turned the portafilter and pushed the lever up, coffee dispensing into Tim's cup. "See, it's easy." She shrugged with a smile. "That was easy." Tim agreed. 

"I learned it from ClipTok." Tim nodded his head as he grabbed the now coffee-filled mug. "So, what'd you guys get up to last night?" Nolan asked. A look of panic took over Tim's face as he quickly answered. "Uhh, nothing. Just watched the Rams game." Lucy, with a smile on her face, responded with a breeze. "I went to the new Chagall exhibit." 

Nolan's eyes lit up. "Oh, Bailey has been dying to go there." 

"You should totally take her. You get such a great sense for the evolution of his style." Nolan nodded as he walked towards the breakroom door. "Thanks for the recommendation. We'll check it out." 

Tim walked closer to Lucy, and she turned to him. "Really, you had all morning to come up with a cover story, and 'nothing, just watched the Rams game' was all you could come up with?" She chuckled. Tim got defensive. "Whoa, okay, he bought it, didn't he? What if he would have had follow up questions about the exhibit?" He challenged. 

Lucy replied smugly, "Let him. I read the catalog cover to cover." She smiled. Tim shook his head and laughed, not surprised that she had. "So," She dragged out. "What are you doing this weekend?" 

Tim shrugged. "I was hoping the girl I went on a date with last night would want to check out a food truck event." Lucy hummed. "I bet she would like that." Tim laughed. "Then I guess I'll see her at 8:30 on Saturday?" She nodded with a smile. "I think 8:30 would be perfect." 

They exited the breakroom and headed into the roll call room. Lucy sat as Tim walked up to the front of the room and stood by Grey. "Alright, everyone take a seat. We've got some things to go over." Everyone sat down and put their attention forward. "First thing on the agenda, we have to pick up on night shifts slack, so pick up an assignment at the front desk on your way out. Second, Nolan and Smitty, you have been assigned to hospital detail. You'll be swapping out with the guards watching room 326. Last thing, Officer West Angela needs your help with a case. Alright, that's it. Everyone be safe." 

As everyone dispersed, Grey called for Tim and Lucy to hang back as everyone exited the room. Lucy walked to the front and stood between Tim and Grey. "What's up, Sarge?" Lucy asked. "I need you to ride with Tim today. Think y'all can manage that?" Tim and Lucy looked at each other, confirming they could work together. "Yes, sir. We'll be fine." Tim answered. Grey nodded and walked off. 

Tim drove around as Lucy sat in the passenger seat, watching the streets of LA. "So, what's this food truck event about?"

"It's called Midnight Cravings. They'll have a ton of food trucks open from 9-12. Seemed like something we'd like and we get to try out some new food." 

"Oooh, that sounds cool. There's this one food truck I've been dying to try, hopefully they're there." Lucy's eyes lit up with excitement. 

Tim was just about to speak when the radio crackled. "7-Adam-100 pawn shop on Crenshaw Boulevard, owner states they've been robbed. No injuries reported." 

Tim picked up the radio. "7-Adam-100 show us responding." 

They arrived at the pawn shop a few minutes later. Lucy looked around to see if there was any trouble outside. Tim opened the door and let Lucy in, following right behind her. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked. The pawn shop owner held up a 100-dollar bill and then placed it on the counter, sliding it towards them. Lucy put a glove on one of her hands and picked it up. "This idiot took a counterfeit bill without checking it first." Lucy chuckled. "You realize Abraham Lincoln is on the 5-dollar bill, right?"

"You have a." Before Tim could finish his sentence, everyone's cell phones started blaring an alarm sound. Lucy placed the bill back on the counter and grabbed her phone. Tim and the two pawn shop employees were doing the same. They both looked at each other, shock and confusion written on their faces. "What does this mean?" one of the employees asked. Tim grabbed Lucy's arm and yanked her towards the door. "It means find a bomb shelter quickly." 

Tim and Lucy hop into the shop quickly and take off. Lucy dials Tamara, but after several rings, the call goes to voicemail. She then tries the school, but no one is answering there either. Panic starts to set in as she tries Tamara and the school again and doesn't get an answer. Tim sees the worry etched on her face. He squeezes his hand on her thigh, trying to get her attention. She looks up, tears forming in her eyes. "I can't get a hold of Tamara." 

She doesn't mention Ellie. Lucy has kept her daughter a secret from everyone since she started at the police academy. The only ones who know are Grey and Anderson because of her file. When she first started at Mid-Wilshire, she made them promise not to tell anyone about Ellie. She wasn't ashamed of her daughter. But Lucy knew from the beginning that if she ever made it through the academy, she'd want to keep her daughter even safer and not have her used as leverage or any of the sorts when it came to her job.

Lucy's thumbs flew across her phone, typing a text message to Tamara and Ellie's teacher, hoping someone would answer her soon. "Where's Tamara?" Tim asked. Lucy looked at the time on her phone. "She would be in class right now." Tim nodded. "Okay, let's head up to the school." Lucy's phone rang before Tim could finish his sentence, and relief flooded her when Tamara's name popped up. She quickly answered and put it on speaker. "Hey, where are you?" Lucy's voice filled with worry, and she was trying to remain calm for Tamara's sake, knowing she was probably even more scared than Lucy. "I'm at school. What's this about a missile threat?" Lucy could hear the fear in her voice, and she wanted nothing more than to get Tamara and Ellie to safety as quickly as possible. "I need you to get to Mid-Wilshire and wait for me there." 

"What about Ellie?" Lucy closed her eyes and then looked over at Tim. He quirked a brow, and she knew he was wondering who this Ellie person was. She took a deep breath and answered Tamara. "Don't worry about her. Tim and I will go get her." Tamara gasped. "Lucy, I-" Lucy shook her head, even though Tamara couldn't see her. "Don't worry about it. I just need you to get to Mid-Wilshire as fast as you can. And text me when you get there." Lucy hung up the phone and stared straight out the front window. "I need you to head to Treehouse Elementary." Tim was still confused but nodded anyway as he turned the shop around. "You gonna tell me who Ellie is?" 

Lucy looked down at her hands and wrung them together. Well, she thought to herself, here goes nothing. Time to rip the bandaid off. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before speaking. "Ellie's my daughter." Tim's breath caught in his throat. So many questions were swirling in his head, but no words would come out. After a moment of silence, Lucy looked up at him, trying to read his face, but couldn't get a good read on it. She looked back down at her lap, guilt eating up at her. "No one knows except for Gray. Well, Anderson knew too, but you know." She trailed off. "Look, I just- I wasn't going to keep it from you forever, obviously; I just wanted to know this was going somewhere before I told you." Tim finally spoke, making Lucy look up at him. "How did- how have you kept that a secret for so long? You talk about every other aspect of your personal life but never mentioned your daughter once. I'm just- Why did you keep her a secret?" 

"I promised myself that if I ever made it through the police academy and to an actual division, I'd protect Ellie at whatever cost. I didn't want any criminals to find out who she was in case something bad ever happened to me. I don't have photos of her on my phone. I've never posted her on social media. I'm doing everything I can as a mom and cop to protect her." Tim nodded, still reeling from the news. "Not even Jackson and Nolan know?" Lucy shook her head no. "Damn. You really were keeping her hidden." Tim chuckled lightly. Lucy was surprised at the humor he was trying to infuse. "You're not mad?" 

"I mean no, slightly disappointed you didn't want me or anyone to know. But I understand." Lucy nodded. "I'm sorry. I promise I wasn't going to keep her a secret forever." Tim placed his hand on her thigh, throwing a smile her way. "You don't have to apologize." She nods and grabs his hand, squeezing it for comfort. 

They arrive at Ellie's school. Lucy quickly jumps out, and Tim follows her to the front doors. She presses the button on the front door multiple times, hoping someone will soon open the doors. Lucy hears the buzzer for the door and throws the door open. They run to the front office, spotting the secretary at her desk. "I need to pick up Eleanor Chen from Mrs. Wallen's class." The secretary picks up her phone and speaks into it. "Mrs. Wallen, Miss Chen is here to pick up her daughter Eleanor. Okay, thank you." She hangs up the phone and looks at Lucy. "She'll be here in just a moment." 

Lucy passes the office and waits what feels like hours before hearing a shrill. "Mommy!" Lucy turns around, and Ellie jumps into her arms, a bright smile adorning her face. "Hey bug, you ready to go?" Lucy asks as calmly as she can, trying not to spook her daughter. Ellie nods and wraps her arms around Lucy's neck. They quickly make their way back to the shop, and Lucy puts Ellie in the backseat and buckles her in. "Mommy, where's my car seat?" 

"Mommy forgot to grab it. Just stay in the seat and don't unbuckle, okay." Lucy shuts the back door and gets into the passenger side. Tim puts the shop in reverse and heads toward the station. Lucy takes her phone out of her pocket and looks at the time remaining before the missile is supposed to strike. Fifteen minutes flash across the screen. "15 more minutes." She whispers so only Tim can hear. He pushes his foot into the gas pedal. Lucy's anxiety is getting the best of her, and she's trying her hardest to calm herself down for Ellie. 

"Mommy, where are we going?" Lucy turns to look back at Ellie, smiling at her. "We are going to mommy's work." Ellie's eyes go big, and a bigger smile adorns her face. "Yay!" She shouts. "I finally get to go to mommy's work." She dances as best as she can while buckled up. Tim and Lucy laugh as she continues dancing. "Mommy, who's this?" Lucy looked over at Tim and then back at Ellie. "This is Sergeant Tim Bradford." Tim smiled, stuck his hand up, and waved. "Hi, Ellie." She waved back shyly. "Is he your partner?" Lucy smiled. "Yeah, sometimes." 

A couple of minutes later, they arrive at Mid-Wilshire. Lucy grabs Ellie and holds onto her as they jog into the division. She looks left and right as she enters the building, trying to spot Tamara. Ellie is the first one to see her. "Aunt Tamara!" Tamara and everyone else in the building turn around. Ellie wiggles out of Lucy's grip and runs towards her. Tamara bends down as Ellie gets closer and wraps her in a big hug. "I missed you, sweet girl!" Tamara beamed. "Why are you at mommy's work?" Tamara looks up at Lucy, wondering what she should tell her. "Tamara wanted to come see where I work," Lucy answered. 

Grey walked out of his office into the middle of the room. "Alright, everyone, we've got about 5 minutes left. Let's quickly and safely head to the shelter." Lucy picked up Ellie, and everyone went down to the bomb shelter and gathered inside. Lucy, Tim, Ellie, and Tamara all gathered in a corner. Tim stood behind Lucy, placing one of his hands on her back in a comforting manner. Lucy hoisted Ellie up higher to hold her with one arm while placing her other hand in Tim's. Tamara wrapped her arms around Lucy's arm and put her head on her shoulder. Lucy laid hers on top of Tamara's. "Mommy," Ellie whispered. "what are we doing down here?" Lucy lifted her head and looked at Tim, not knowing what to say. "Uhm, we're-" But before she could continue, Tim stepped in. "We're playing a big of hide and seek." Ellie's eyes lit up. "Really?" Tim nodded. "Yea. Do you like hide and seek?" "It's my favorite game." They continued talking about their favorite things, and Tim did an amazing job keeping her distracted. Lucy smiled at their interaction, loving that they were getting along so well. 

"30 seconds." Someone in the crowd said. Lucy and Tim squeezed each other's hands. Lucy counted down the seconds in her head. Someone banged on the door when she reached the last 10 seconds. "Sarge, open up. It was a false alarm." Grey opened the door and saw Angela and Jackson on the other side. "It was a false alarm. DHS and the FBI confirmed it was a false alarm." Lucy let out a breath, which she didn't realize she was holding, and everyone else breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, everyone, let's get back to work," Grey said. Everyone filed out of the room and made their way back upstairs. 

"Alright, bug, Aunt Tamara is going to take you back home and I'll see you in a little while, okay?" Ellie wrapped her arms around Lucy's neck and hugged her. She returned her hug, hugging her a little tighter as a tear streamed down her face. "Mommy, I can't breathe." Lucy let out a wet chuckle. "Sorry, bug." Ellie wiped Lucy's tears. "Don't cry mommy, I'll see you in just a little bit silly." Lucy kissed her on the cheek. "I know, bug. Alright, go with Aunt Tamara. I love you." Ellie blew her a kiss as they walked away. "Bye Sergeant Tim Bradford!" Ellie yelled as she waved. Tim and Lucy chuckled. "Bye, Ellie!" He yelled back. They waited until Tamara and Ellie left the building to head back out on patrol. 

After shift, Lucy headed out to the parking garage and waited by Tim's truck for him. A few minutes later, he headed toward the parking garage and spotted Lucy near his truck. He smiles and picks up his pace. "Hey, you didn't have to wait for me." Lucy looked up and smiled. "I wanted to. I figured we could talk." Tim looked around the parking garage as he approached Lucy and bent down to kiss her quickly. "Lucy, we don't have anything to talk about. I promise I'm not mad about you keeping Ellie a secret." 

"Are you sure?" Tim smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you did it to protect her, and that's all any parent wants to do." Lucy nodded. "Okay. Uhm, would you like to come over and properly meet her?" Tim's smile grew. "I would love that." Lucy laughed. "Alright, I'll see you at my place in 20 minutes?" Tim thought about it for a moment. "Make it 30. I'll pick up dinner on the way." Lucy nodded and headed towards her car, happy with how everything turned out.