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scoupsakakitty · 1 day ago

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Just saw your posts the scoups x reader ahhhhh jts so good please continue writing, can i request some more seventeen x reader maybe from another group and the members are teasing them then it turns out they're already talking to each other or they're already together and others would find out accidentally HAHAHA THANK YOU 💖

Secrets and Suspicions | idol!Wonwoo x Reader | fluff

The practice room was alive with energy. The members of Seventeen were scattered across the space, either stretching, joking around, or scrolling through their phones while music played softly in the background. You sat on the couch against the wall, pretending to be invested in whatever video was playing on your screen, but your eyes kept darting toward Wonwoo, who was sitting beside you.

He was close—closer than friends usually sat—and his leg brushed against yours every time he shifted. You could feel the heat of his arm resting casually on the back of the couch, almost as if he wanted to pull you closer but was holding back.

“Y/N, do you want anything from the vending machine?” Wonwoo asked, his voice soft but clear enough to make the others glance in your direction.

“No, I’m okay,” you replied quickly, but your voice betrayed the slight nervousness you felt.

“Since when is Wonwoo so polite?” Minghao teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Seungkwan chimed in. “He doesn’t even ask us if we want something. Are you special or what?”

Your face burned, and Wonwoo just gave a small, calm smile. “Maybe Y/N deserves special treatment.”

His words sent a ripple of surprise through the room.

“What was that?!” Hoshi practically shrieked, dropping into a crouch as if preparing for battle. “Did Wonwoo just flirt?”

“It’s called being nice,” Wonwoo replied nonchalantly, but the tips of his ears were turning pink—something you had noticed happened whenever he got flustered.

“Ohhh, nice, huh?” Joshua grinned, walking over and sitting on the armrest beside you. “You two have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

You tried to brush it off. “We’re just friends.”

“Sure you are,” Vernon said, leaning back against the mirrors with a smirk.

The teasing continued for a few more minutes before the members got distracted by their usual antics. Wonwoo leaned in slightly, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “They’re just being themselves.”

He chuckled quietly. “We might not be able to keep this secret much longer.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You and Wonwoo had been dating for a few months now, but neither of you had told anyone—not even the other members. At first, it had been exciting, sneaking around and sharing stolen moments. But now, with the others picking up on little hints, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up the act.

Wonwoo reached down and briefly brushed his fingers against yours, a silent reassurance that made your chest tighten in the best way.

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The next day, you found yourself in the dorms with the members again. This time, they were gathered in the living room playing games while you and Wonwoo sat off to the side, watching.

“Wonwoo, you’re awfully quiet,” Mingyu said, nudging him. “Usually, you’re focused, but today you’re just staring at Y/N.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “I’m not staring.”

“Oh, you definitely are,” Jeonghan added with a sly grin. “And don’t think we haven’t noticed how you two keep whispering to each other.”

“They’re probably just sharing secrets,” Dino said innocently, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“Secrets?” Seungkwan repeated dramatically. “Like the secret that they’re already dating?”

You choked on your drink, coughing as everyone turned to look at you. Wonwoo patted your back quickly, and that simple gesture only made the situation worse.

“See?!” Joshua pointed at the interaction. “You don’t do that unless you’re close. Really close.”

“Come on, leave them alone,” Woozi said, finally stepping in to rescue you both. But his slight smile told you that even he was suspicious.

Wonwoo, ever the calm one, simply leaned back and said, “Believe what you want.”

That response did little to ease their curiosity. If anything, it made them even more determined to figure it out.

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Later that evening, most of the members had left the dorm to grab dinner, leaving you and Wonwoo alone for the first time all day.

“Finally, some peace and quiet,” Wonwoo sighed, leaning back against the couch.

You smiled, leaning a little closer. “Who knew keeping a secret could be this exhausting?”

“Oh, trust me, I know.”

Before you could say anything else, Wonwoo suddenly placed his hands on your hips and gently pulled you onto his lap.

“Wonwoo!” you gasped, but the soft smile playing on his lips made your heart race.

“What? We’re alone,” he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes flickered down to your lips.

You couldn’t resist him—not when he was looking at you like that. So you gave in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned in.

The kiss started soft and slow, but it didn’t take long for it to deepen. His hands held you firmly, one resting on your waist and the other trailing up to cup your cheek. The world outside faded away as you melted into him, savoring the warmth and comfort of his touch.

Minutes passed, though neither of you seemed to care. That was until—

“We’re back!” Hoshi’s loud voice rang out, shattering the moment.

You jumped off Wonwoo’s lap so fast that you nearly tripped, scrambling to smooth your hair and fix your shirt. Wonwoo leaned back, doing his best to look unbothered, but the faint redness in his ears gave him away.

“Wait a second,” Jeonghan said, freezing in the doorway as his eyes narrowed at the two of you. “Were you two just—?”

“No,” Wonwoo interrupted quickly, his voice calm but a little too quick to deny it.

“Don’t lie!” DK shouted, pointing at you both. “You were totally making out!”

“No, we weren’t,” Wonwoo said again, crossing his arms as if that would somehow make him more convincing.

“Oh, really?” Seungkwan smirked, stepping closer and squinting at Wonwoo’s face. “Then explain why you’re wearing lip gloss.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened slightly, and his hand instinctively moved to touch his lips. The other members erupted into laughter as your face turned bright red.

“Busted!” Hoshi shouted, practically falling over as he laughed.

“That’s not—” Wonwoo started, but it was no use.

“Nice try,” Joshua teased. “Just admit it already.”

Wonwoo sighed, running a hand through his hair before reaching out to grab yours. “Fine. You caught us.”

The room exploded with cheers, whistles, and playful teasing as you buried your face in Wonwoo’s shoulder, groaning.

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By the end of the night, the chaos had died down, and most of the members had gone to bed. Only a few stragglers remained, still asking occasional questions but clearly starting to accept it.

“I can’t believe you managed to keep this from us for so long,” Jeonghan said, shaking his head.

“Me neither,” Mingyu added. “But honestly? You guys are cute together.”

“Thanks,” you said, smiling as Wonwoo squeezed your hand.

When the others finally left, you turned to him. “Well, that went about as expected.”

He laughed softly. “At least now we don’t have to hide anymore.”

You leaned into him, letting the weight of the day melt away. It wasn’t how you had planned for them to find out, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

Because now, you could be together—no more secrets.

And honestly? That was worth all the teasing in the world.

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hanniewho · 1 day ago

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⋆˚࿔ Cam Girl series ft Jayce𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You never let your beloved boyfriend join your livestream, and tonight you wanted to try something new, but little that you know that will change forever

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I will be writing 2 of this series for each arcane character on my Masterlist and I will make one in tlou AU blurbs and headcanons yeyey:3

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Sex in front of a Camera, No protection, Nipple play, spanking, creampie, mentioning pegging

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 5.6k

⋆✦ Pairings: Modern AU Jayce x cam girl reader

"Hey babe, are you ready for tonight's stream?" Jayce called out from the living room, his voice echoing down the hall.

You were busy in your bedroom setting up your camera and lights for your nightly ritual. You were a cam girl, a modern siren luring in viewers with your allure and wit. Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jayce's costume idea. You had been planning a special theme night and were surprised he wanted to be part of it. "Yeah, almost set up," you replied, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

You heard the sound of his footsteps growing closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The door swung open, revealing Jayce in the iconic Ghostface getup from the horror films—a simple yet eerie white mask and a black hoodie. His eyes, the only visible part of his face, sparkled with excitement. "What do you think?" he asked, twirling around to show you the full ensemble.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sight of your boyfriend dressed as a notorious slasher was both adorable and slightly unnerving. "It's perfect," you said, nodding in approval. "But remember, you're just there for ambiance. No interacting with the chat, okay?"

Jayce's grin grew wider. "Cross my heart," he said, drawing an 'X' over the center of his chest.

The room was bathed in a soft, crimson light, casting shadows that danced with the flicker of the candles you had arranged. You sat in front of your camera, dressed in a skimpy outfit that was sure to keep your viewers hooked. You took a deep breath, feeling the anticipation build in your chest. This was going to be a night to remember.

With a click, the stream went live, and the chat exploded with messages. You greeted your fans with a seductive smile, the masked Jayce lurking ominously in the background. The anonymity of the internet was a thrilling playground for your imagination, and you knew they'd eat this

up.

The first few minutes were a blur of greetings and setting the scene. You played the role of a damsel in distress, while Jayce remained silent and unmoving, his masked presence adding to the tension. The viewers were already getting into it, sending gifts and requests that made your heart race.

As the night went on, you began to feel more comfortable, the initial nerves giving way to the familiar thrill of performance. You flirted with the camera, whispering sweet nothings and teasing your audience with glimpses of skin. Jayce, ever the good sport, mimed menacing gestures that sent shivers down your spine. You had to stifle a laugh at his exaggerated movements.

But as the hours passed, the tension grew thick, not just from the act but from the undeniable chemistry between you two. You found yourself leaning back in your chair, your head resting against Jayce's shoulder. His hand, gloved and cold, slipped around your waist, resting gently on the soft fabric of your shirt. Your breath hitched as you felt his touch, a sudden reminder of the very real man beneath the costume.

The whispers of the chat grew bolder, their suggestions more daring. Your cheeks flushed as you read them aloud, a playful smile curving your lips. Jayce's hand began to move, his fingers tracing slow circles on your stomach, sending waves of heat through your body. You tried to keep your focus on the camera, but his touch was a siren's call, drawing your attention to the present moment.

One particularly adventurous user sent a message that made your eyes widen. "Ghostface, show us what's under the mask," it read. Jayce's grip tightened, and you felt him lean closer to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I don't know if that's such a good idea," you murmured, your voice low and husky.

A mischievous glint appeared in Jayce's eyes, his hand moving to the edge of his mask. He tugged it off, revealing his handsome features, twisted into a smirk. "Surprise," he whispered, his voice a tantalizing blend of amusement and desire. The chat went wild, their excitement palpable through the screen. You couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you at the sudden shift in dynamics.

Leaning in, Jayce captured your mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. His gloved hand slid up to cup your cheek, the fabric whispering against your skin. You gasped into the kiss, your body responding instinctively. The camera kept rolling, capturing every moment for your eager audience. Their messages grew more fervent, urging you to give them a show.

As your kiss deepened, Jayce's hand traveled down your body, his thumb brushing against the swell of your breast. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he gently pinched your nipple through the fabric. The chat was a blur of emojis and lewd comments, but all you could focus on was the heat building between the two of you. You reached behind you, your hand finding the zipper of his hoodie, pulling it down to reveal the bare skin beneath.

The scent of your arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the costume. Jayce broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed skin, and you knew he was just as affected as you were. He leaned back, taking a moment to appreciate the view, his own breathing ragged. Then, with a smirk, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to lift it, exposing your lacy bra. You giggled, trying to help, but his hands were insistent, moving with a purpose that left you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

The camera remained unforgiving, capturing every detail of your flushed cheeks and the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their anticipation practically electric. But it was the heat of Jayce's gaze that truly set your soul on fire.

As he revealed your bra, you felt the cool air kiss your skin, making your nipples peak even further. His eyes never left yours as he reached around and unhooked it with a practiced ease. The fabric fell away, leaving your breasts bare for the camera's hungry gaze. You watched as he took in the sight, his pupils dilating with lust.

Feeling bold and a bit bratty, you rolled your hips back, the curve of your ass grinding against his now very noticeable erection. The fabric of his pants did nothing to hide his arousal, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body. Jayce groaned softly, his grip on your waist tightening. You smirked, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you looked directly into the webcam and announced, "I'll fuck my boyfriend in front of you guys for 500 dollars." The chat went wild, donations flooding in as your viewers clamored for the show to begin. A thrill shot through you at the thought of being watched, of having all those eyes on you as you gave in to your desires.

Jayce's smirk grew into a full-blown grin at your words, and he leaned in to whisper, "Is that a challenge?" You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, and the shiver that ran through you was purely for his benefit. "I think we can make it worth their while," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your panties.

With a sultry smile, you reached for the webcam, lowering it so that only the lower half of your body was in frame. The camera now captured your ass as it rolled against the bulge in Jayce's pants, the fabric straining with every movement. The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their donations reaching a crescendo as they eagerly awaited the main event.

Jayce's hand slipped into your panties, pushing the fabric aside to reveal your glistening sex. You bit your lip, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite the wanton need building inside you. His thumb grazed your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your body jerk involuntarily. The camera zoomed in, focusing on the intimate gesture, and the donations skyrocketed.

The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the occasional moan that escaped your lips as Jayce continued to tease you. His fingers danced around your opening, dipping in just enough to make you squirm before retreating, leaving you desperate for more. Your viewers were going wild, their messages a blur of excitement and desire.

With a final, tantalizing touch, Jayce slid your panties down your legs, revealing your bare, glistening pussy to the webcam's unblinking eye. You felt a rush of exposure, a thrilling mix of fear and excitement. He spread your thighs wider, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself behind you. The cool air brushed against your sensitive skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

The chat was a cacophony of typing, the sound of a hundred eager voices demanding more. Jayce leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready for the show?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise. You nodded, your heart racing as he slid the tip of his gloved finger along your slit. The sensation was strange, the fabric of the glove a barrier to the intimacy of skin on skin, but it added an extra layer of depravity to the scene playing out before your viewers.

Then, a superchat notification popped up on your screen. 'I bet you can't fit 2 inches in your pussy'. The room fell silent for a split second before the donation amount registered. $600. Your eyes widened at the number, and you felt Jayce's smirk against your neck. "Looks like we have a challenge," he said, his voice a low purr.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the excitement was bubbling over. "Alright," you murmured, your voice a seductive whisper. "If someone donates $600, I'll... I'll see if I can fit two of your fingers." The chat went wild, the donations spiking again as the tension grew palpable. Jayce chuckled, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

The sound of the leather slipping through the loops was the only sound in the room, other than your own ragged breathing. You watched in the reflection of your computer monitor as he pulled down his zipper, revealing the bulge of his erection. It was clear he was more than ready for the challenge ahead. The anticipation was unbearable, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.

With a flick of his wrist, he slid the glove off, revealing his bare hand. Your eyes went wide as he positioned his index and middle fingers, already slick with your arousal, at your entrance. The camera zoomed in closer, the viewers' anticipation almost tangible. "Let's give them their money's worth," he said with a wink.

Jayce pushed in slowly, his fingers stretching you open with a deliberate care that belied the urgency in his eyes. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. The camera captured every twitch of your body, every glisten of wetness. The donations climbed, reaching the goal almost immediately. The thrill of being watched, of knowing you had an audience eager for your every move, only heightened your arousal.

Your breaths grew shorter, turning into little moans as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that threatened to unravel at any moment. "Oh, fuck," you murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. Jayce chuckled, the sound sending a delicious shiver down your spine. "They're loving it," he whispered, his eyes flicking to the chat.

The numbers on the screen climbed higher, the excitement of your viewers a potent aphrodisiac. You watched the chat in amazement, your body responding to the knowledge that you were the center of their attention. "More," you begged, not caring if it was for the show or for your own pleasure. Jayce's fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

With a growl, he added his thumb to the mix, the pressure building until you were sure you'd come apart at the seams. You leaned back into him, his erection pressing against you, a silent promise of what was to come. The room was a symphony of moans and heavy breaths, the air thick with lust.

You began to rock back onto his hand, riding his fingers with an abandon that had the chat losing their collective minds. Your breasts bounced with each movement, the drool that had been building in your mouth finally breaking free to slide down your chin, pooling in the valley between them. The sensation was messy, but it only served to add to the raw, carnality of the scene. You licked your lips, the salty taste of your desire mixing with the sweetness of your perfume.

Jayce watched the droplets of saliva make their slow descent, his eyes dark with need. His fingers moved with purpose, the sound of your wetness filling the room. You could feel the heat from his cock, the fabric of his pants growing damp from your shared arousal. His other hand reached around to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body that synced with the strokes of his hand.

The chat was a blur of comments and donations, their excitement fueling the fire between your legs. You threw your head back, arching your spine as Jayce's thumb found a rhythm that sent you spiraling closer to the edge. Each time your drool touched your skin, it was like a little electric shock, heightening the sensation. You could feel the stickiness on your chin, the coolness of it as it made its way down to your chest. Your breasts bobbed with every movement, the red light casting them in a seductive glow.

Jayce's hand worked you like a maestro, his thumb swirling around your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you. The tension grew, tightening like a noose around your core. You were so close, so fucking close, and the camera was there to capture every moment. The viewers' reactions were like a symphony of desire, their thirst for your pleasure driving you wild.

With a final, desperate thrust, Jayce's thumb applied just the right amount of pressure, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, making your body convulse with ecstasy. You screamed his name, your voice echoing through the room and no doubt through the speakers of every device tuned into your stream. The chat exploded with excitement, the donations reaching a new peak as you rode the wave of pleasure.

As your body slowly came back down to earth, Jayce gently withdrew his hand, the wet sound of your release echoing through the room. He held his fingers up to the camera, showing the viewers the glistening mess he'd created. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight, a thrill at the power you had over these anonymous strangers. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the juices off his fingers with a wink at the camera, the action making your insides quiver anew.

You leaned back into his chest, panting heavily. "Fuck, that was intense," you murmured, your voice hoarse from screaming. Jayce wrapped his arms around you, his erection pressing firmly against your back. "And we're just getting started," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

With surprising ease, he pulled you back onto the chair, positioning himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you onto his lap. You could feel the heat of his cock, trapped by his boxers, as it nestled between your ass cheeks. The fabric was the only barrier between you two, and it was soaked with his precum. You squirmed, eager to feel him inside you.

Jayce's hands roamed up your body, tracing the curves of your waist and the swell of your breasts. He tweaked your nipples gently, making you gasp. The camera, still focused on the lower half of your bodies, captured the intimate moment perfectly. His cock grew even harder against you, and you couldn't resist grinding back into him.

Leaning down slightly, you placed your palms on the table, pushing your ass into the air. "C'mon, fuck me already," you whispered, your voice dripping with need. "I'm so wet, baby." The chat went wild at your words, their donations pouring in like a floodgate had been opened. Jayce's grip on your hips tightened, his own need evident in the way his knuckles turned white.

You wiggled your ass in a tantalizing dance, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure through your still-throbbing pussy. The camera captured every second of it, broadcasting your desperation to the eager audience. Jayce took a moment to appreciate the view before sliding your chair back and standing up. You felt the loss of his touch briefly, but it was soon replaced by the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind you.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as he shucked his pants and boxers to the floor. You bit your bottom lip, the anticipation almost unbearable. He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. "You're going to be the talk of the internet tonight," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your slick entrance, and you couldn't help but push back, begging for more.

With a low growl, Jayce slammed into you, his bare flesh meeting yours in a perfect, wet slap that resonated through the room. The camera caught every inch of his cock disappearing inside you, the arch of your back a beautiful curve that framed the scene. The chat went wild, their comments a cacophony of excitement as they watched your body take him in. You moaned, the feeling of fullness making your toes curl.

Jayce began to thrust into you with a rhythm that was both punishing and deliciously slow. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your knees tremble. You could feel your orgasm building again, the muscles in your stomach tightening in anticipation. The red light cast a hellish glow on Jayce's face, turning his features into something otherworldly.

Your fingers curled into the edge of the table, knuckles white as you gripped onto the smooth wood. Each time he slammed into you, the table creaked and rocked, the vibrations traveling up your arms. The camera captured the look of pure ecstasy on your face, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. You could feel the eyes of your viewers on you, their hunger for the show making you wetter with every passing second.

Jayce's hand snaked around to cup your breast, squeezing gently as he continued to fuck you. His hips slapped against your ass, the sound echoing through the room. You moaned, the sensation of his bare cock moving in and out of you an exquisite agony. "You like that?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. You nodded, unable to form coherent words.

The camera captured every detail, the slick sounds of your bodies coming together, the way your ass cheeks bounced with each thrust. The chat was a frenzy of comments and donations, urging you both on. Jayce leaned over you, his hand moving from your breast to your clit. He began to rub it in tight circles, his movements in sync with his thrusts. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was almost painful.

Then, with a grunt, he reached around and slapped your ass, the sound ringing out in the silent room. The sting only added to your pleasure, and you pushed back into him with renewed vigor. His hand moved to your other cheek, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers digging in as he claimed you. The camera's focus shifted to capture the sight of his handprint fading into your skin, a stark reminder of his dominance.

You moaned, the sensation of his hand on your ass only heightening your pleasure. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered, "You're mine, all of you." The possessive growl in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each word.

Jayce's strokes grew more erratic as he watched the effect he was having on you. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and he was hitting every single one of them with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The camera caught the way your eyes rolled back in your head, the desperate little noises that you couldn't hold back.

With one hand still playing with your clit, Jayce reached for your hair with the other, pulling your head back sharply. "Look at the camera," he ordered, his voice a gruff command that sent a shiver down your spine. You complied, opening your eyes to stare into the webcam with a hazy, lust-filled gaze. The red light was a beacon, drawing you in, making you feel like the most wanted woman in the world.

The chat was a frenzy of excitement, their messages scrolling by so quickly they were almost illegible. You could feel Jayce's cock pulsing inside you, his own climax approaching. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against your ass in a tempo that was music to your ears. The camera was a silent witness to your passion, capturing every intimate detail.

Without warning, Jayce's hand left your clit, trailing down to your ass. He brought his hand up, the slickness from your sex making the journey feel like molten lava against your skin. He cupped your cheek, squeezing gently before bringing it around to your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive peak. The sudden change in sensation had your eyes rolling back, a low moan escaping your lips.

You could feel his cock swell inside you, the veins pulsing with the promise of his release. The camera was unforgiving in its focus, capturing every moment of your passionate dance. "Tell them how good it feels," Jayce murmured, his voice a dark command in your ear.

You opened your mouth, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper. "It feels so good, baby. Your cock is so deep, filling me up." The chat went wild at your confession, the donations spiking again. You reveled in the power of your own words, the way they made your body feel even more alive.

Jayce's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back even further. His thrusts grew more urgent, his breathing harsh and ragged. You could feel the tension building in him, the way his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. "Cum for them," he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Show them how much you love it."

You moaned, the words a catalyst for your release. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, making your body convulse on his cock. The camera captured every twitch of your pussy, every gasp of pleasure that escaped your lips. Jayce's own release followed closely, his hips jerking as he filled you with warmth. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body shaking with the force of your shared climax.

As you slumped back down onto the chair, Jayce pulled you with him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You both sat there for a moment, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath. The red light of the webcam was a constant reminder of the audience that had just witnessed your most intimate moment. The thrill of it made your heart race, your body still humming with pleasure.

Jayce leaned back, his eyes flicking to the computer screen, reading through the frenzied comments. One caught his eye, making him throw his head back in laughter. "Oh fuck me, they're right," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and amusement. You glanced over your shoulder, curious about what had tickled him so much.

His fingers trailed from your still-throbbing pussy to your neck, tracing the path of your jaw before moving to your ear. "They said you're leaking," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You felt a warmth spread from your cheeks to your chest, a blush creeping up as you realized what the chat meant.

With a quick, almost embarrassed laugh, you reached over to the computer, ending the stream with a decisive click. The red light on the webcam winked out, and the room was suddenly plunged into a more intimate darkness, the only illumination coming from the glow of the monitor. The sudden silence was deafening after the symphony of moans and chats.

Jayce leaned back in the chair, his cock still sheathed inside you. You could feel him softening slightly, but the sensation was still exquisite, the connection between you two still palpable. He kissed the side of your neck, his hand sliding up to cradle your face. "That was... intense," he murmured, his voice a rumble of satisfaction.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The reality of what had just happened hit you like a wave, and you felt a mix of emotions—exhilaration, embarrassment, and a strange sense of accomplishment. You had just fucked for the world to see, raw and unfiltered, and it had been one of the hottest experiences of your life. The fact that it was with Jayce, the man you loved, dressed as a horror icon, made it all the more surreal.

Jayce's grip on your hips loosened as he slid out of you, a wet sound echoing through the room. You felt the warmth of his cum dribble down your thighs, a stark contrast to the cooling sweat that had coated your skin during the intense session. The intimate moment was a stark reminder that despite the theatrics and the audience, this was real. You had just been claimed by your boyfriend, and there was something undeniably hot about it.

With a cheeky grin, Jayce reached over and gently inserted his finger into your pussy, swirling it around to collect the last remnants of his release. "Ah, ah, ah," he chided playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't waste any of 'em." You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation mixing with the post-orgasmic bliss that still lingered in your body.

He brought his finger to your lips, the digit glistening in the soft glow of the room. You took it into your mouth, tasting the salty tang of him. You sucked it clean, watching the lust in his eyes flare brighter. The simple act was surprisingly intimate, a silent declaration of your willingness to go anywhere with him, even if it meant crossing lines you never thought you'd dare.

"Let's clean up," Jayce said, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet. He stood up, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with your juices. You couldn't help but stare at him, the power of his presence still resonating through your body.

He offered you a hand, helping you to your feet. The floor felt cold against your bare soles, a stark contrast to the heat that was still pulsing between your legs. Together, you made your way to the bathroom, the soft carpet underfoot a comforting cushion for your trembling legs.

Jayce turned on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles a soothing melody after the cacophony of the stream. You stepped in, the water washing away the sweat and stickiness from your skin. The cool spray felt heavenly, a gentle reprieve from the fire that had been raging in your body moments ago. Jayce followed, his strong hands guiding you under the spray, the warm water cascading over your breasts and down your back.

He took the body wash, lathering his hands before applying the gentle soap to your skin. His touch was tender, almost worshipful as he washed away the evidence of your performance. He paid special attention to your pussy, his fingers stroking you lightly as the water washed away the remnants of your shared climax. You leaned into him, the sensation making you shiver despite the warmth of the shower.

"Hey baby?" you murmured, looking up at him through the veil of wet hair clinging to your face. His eyes met yours, the intensity in his gaze making your stomach flutter. There was something in that look that made you feel both vulnerable and incredibly powerful at the same time.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice softer than the patter of the water around you.

You took a deep breath, feeling your heart race. "Can I... peg you on the next stream?" The question hung in the steamy air, the words slipping from your mouth with a vulnerability that was mirrored in the way your eyes searched his.

Jayce's hand stilled for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face before he broke into a grin. "Is that a challenge, love?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. The idea was new, a fresh thrill to add to the mix of your shared kinks.

You nodded, a hint of nervousness playing with the corners of your mouth. The water cascaded down your body, mixing with the soap to create a slick path down your chest and stomach. Jayce's eyes followed the rivulets, his smile growing more mischievous. "I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "But only if you're sure."

Your heart raced as you considered the implications of your request. The thought of watching him squirm and moan for the camera, the way you had just moments ago, was a thrilling prospect. "I'm sure," you murmured, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "I want to make them crazy."

Jayce's grin widened, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Alright," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "But we're going to need some preparation. We don't want to disappoint our audience." He reached for the conditioner, smoothing it into his hands before applying it to your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.

The water sluiced over you both as he worked the product through your locks, the scent of mint and rosemary filling the air. You could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation of what was to come. His hands moved to your scalp, massaging it with firm circles that had you melting into him. The sensation was soothing, a gentle counterpoint to the wildness of the cam session.

He rinsed the soap and conditioner away, his hands lingering on your skin, tracing patterns that made your heart flutter. When you stepped out of the shower, the warmth of the towel wrapping around you was almost a letdown after the heat of his touch. Jayce followed, his body a sculpted masterpiece that made your mouth water.

You both dried off, the fluffy towels a stark contrast to the harsh reality of the cold, hard floor beneath your feet. The red light from the cam was gone, but the memory of it remained, a lingering brand on your soul. You felt different, somehow—more alive, more connected to the world outside your four walls.

"So," Jayce said, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he wrapped the towel around his waist, "when's the next show?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the question somehow fitting perfectly into the surreal evening you'd just shared. "Give me a break," you replied, playfully swatting his arm. "I need to recover from that performance."

Jayce chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped closer, the warmth of his body making you shiver. "We've got time," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. "But when you're ready, I'll be waiting." He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a slow, deep kiss that made your knees wobble. The taste of mint from the toothpaste and the faint saltiness from your shared release still lingered on his tongue.

When he pulled away, a smug smile played on his lips. He reached out, his fingertips brushing through your still-damp hair, the gentle ruffling sending a cascade of tingles down your neck. His touch was a brand of ownership, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thought had your stomach doing flips. You couldn't help but return the smile, the thrill of your shared secret echoing in every pulse of your heart.

The next stream was going to be a marathon, you realized with a mix of excitement and trepidation. You'd have to plan, to choreograph a performance that would not only satisfy your viewers' hunger for the extreme but also push the boundaries of your own comfort. But with Jayce by your side, you knew it wasn't going to be so bad. In fact, it was going to be incredible.

The thought of the upcoming show had your mind racing with possibilities, your heart fluttering in anticipation. You knew that with Jayce's help, you'd be able to create a spectacle that would leave your audience breathless and begging for more. You'd have to be strategic with your set-up, ensuring the angles were perfect and the lighting cast just the right amount of shadows to keep the mood sultry and mysterious.

The realization that you were making a fortune doing something so taboo with the person you loved was almost too delicious to believe. The thrill of it all had a strange allure, a forbidden fruit that only made you crave it more. You'd never felt so alive, so in tune with your desires, and the knowledge that you were sharing it with the world was exhilarating.

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cheshireliam · 3 days ago

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"Wrapped in Wicked Romance" Story Event: Chapter 2

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(Now… I wonder what I should talk to Ring about.)

(... Huh?)

While I was trying to think of a conversation starter, I realised that Ring was already way ahead of me.

Kate: Ring! Wait up!

Ring: !? Why are you so far behind…?

I hurriedly chased after him and he rushed back toward me.

We met halfway and started walking side by side again.

Kate: Perhaps my strides aren’t as long as yours. I’ll try to keep up.

Ring: No, I should’ve slowed down to match your pace. … My bad.

Ring: A-anyway, you can hold onto my arm.

Kate: Thank you.

Ring: Actually… I wanted to have you hold my arm back at the meeting point.

Kate: Was that during your sudden warm-up session just now?

Ring: Yeah. … I should've let you hold my arm earlier if I knew you were going to be left behind.

Ring: I’m not good at acting like a lover at all. Even if it's Dari’s orders…

Kate: Neither of us are acting the part right now, so don’t let it bother you.

Kate: Is there anything else you wanted to say but couldn't?

Ring: There is. It’s about… your outfit.

Ring: “I love your outfit today. It suits the little robin very well”.

Ring: “Where did you get that bracelet? I want to get a matching one”.

Kate: Huh…?

Ring: “The design around the collar is fun. It really looks like your kind of thing. Also—”...

Kate: Um… are those your own words?

I couldn't help but interrupt when Ring, who had been acting awkward the whole time, suddenly started complimenting me so smoothly that it felt unnatural.

Ring: … Y-you’re sharp. As expected from a member of Crown… you’re dangerous.

(It’s not that I’m sharp, it’s that Ring’s behaviour is so obviously unnatural…)

Ring: Actually… I had Nica teach me some words to compliment you, so that I can do a better job at pretending to be your lover.

Kate: So that’s what happened…! I’m happy you prepared yourself in advance, but…

Ring: “But”?

Kate: I’d much rather hear you use your own words, Ring.

Kate: Do you usually compliment your lover using words someone else said?

Ring: N-no, I don't… I-I think.

Ring: A-anyway, give me a moment while I think of the words to compliment you.

Kate: … You don't have to force yourself to compliment me if nothing comes to mine, okay?

Ring: No, I really do think your outfit looks nice, it's just… umm…

He took my comment about wanting to hear him use his own words seriously and struggled to respond.

I couldn't help but find it endearing that he was trying so hard…

(You can do it…!)

I silently cheered him on in my heart.

Ring: Your outfit today looks… frilly and soft… I-I think it’s c-cute.

Ring: It reminds me of a purple Hardenbergia flower… the subdued color is comforting to look at.

The words he finally managed to string together sounded hesitant and awkward, but they struck me deeper than any borrowed praises could ever.

Kate: I never would've thought of comparing the colour of my clothes to Hardenbergia flowers! It makes me so happy to hear that.

Ring: …! I-I see… that's good to know.

Kate: You must know a lot about flowers, don’t you?

Ring: Y-yeah… I probably know more about flowers than most other things.

Kate: There are some flower beds on the way to The Scala.

Kate: If you don't mind, could you tell me what flowers they are?

Ring: … If I can identify them.

…

And so, on our way to The Scala, Ring taught me about the flowers blooming along the road…

Thanks to that, his nervousness seemed to have eased significantly by the time we reached Piccadilly.

Ring: … It’s about time for the play to start. We made it just in time.

Kate: You’re right! The Scala is right up ahead. Let’s go.

(... He’s still a little awkward, but I feel that he’s conversing more naturally now as compared to this morning.)

Even Ring was wary of me and said some disturbing things earlier on…

He was an honest, upright person who was willing to listen to what I had to say.

That honestly was likely the reason why I could freely interact with him without feeling on edge myself.

(I’m looking forward to watching the play. I wonder what kind of reactions Ring will have.)

(... Huh?)

Ring: … Why did you suddenly stop? Is something wrong?

Kate: P-pardon me. There’s something I want to verify… you come too, Ring!

I grabbed Ring’s arm and led him toward an alley in the opposite direction of The Scala.

…

Ring: … What business do you have in an alley like this?

Kate: There’s been a rise in child abduction cases in the area lately, and I thought I saw someone resembling the suspect on the run…

Kate: Ah… it’s him!

I lowered my voice and pointed at a man lurking in the shadows of the alley.

Kate: There’s a chance I got the wrong person, so I’m going to act casual and try to get information out of him—

While I was explaining the situation to Ring, a young girl wandered into the alley, perhaps by accident.

At that moment, the man made a move.

(Ah…!)

He crept up behind the girl and covered her mouth with a piece of cloth he had in his hand. It seemed to have been laced with some sort of drug.

The girl fell unconscious, and the man skillfully stuffed her into a bag before attempting to flee the scene.

Kate: Ring, let’s go after him!

Ring: … No, we need to report this to Dari and have him make a decision first.

Kate: What…? B-but there's a kidnapping happening right in front of our faces! We must act now!

Ring: I was ordered to only ensure you return to the castle safely today. Any actions taken beyond that are prohibited.

Ring: Getting involved in strange situations would be going against Dari’s orders.

Ring: I understand that you want to help, but we should only act after reporting to Dari.

(How can he say such things when a serious crime is being committed right under our noses…?)

Just a couple of minutes ago, I concluded that Ring was an honest and upright person that would never tell a lie.

But it was precisely because of that, I instantly knew that his words right now weren’t lies.

In other words… Ring had no intention of stopping the crime from happening at all.

Ring Schwartz, the person I thought I was starting to understand, became a complete stranger to me once more.

Kate: … F-fine. Then I’ll go after that criminal MYSELF!

Ring: H-hey…!

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theamazingaxleyax · 3 days ago

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Reblogging this with my updated T.B.o.B. plans and where some of this will come into play.

Piebald will be featured eventually. My reasoning for why she hasn't appeared is because she's traveling currently

The relatives and spirits will play a role. (Lore drop for my AU, but due to April being possessed by Karai, and Mikey being.... Mikey, they are especially in tune with the spiritual plane)

Oh there are plenty of Hidden cities. There's definitely one in Japan that will be featured. And, if I choose to add a couple of other characters, one in Louisiana

Donnie being averse to certain types textures will be based on my own sensory issues because, well, that's what I have the most experience with. (Funnily enough, a lot of the stuff he displays having issues with are VERY similar to my own)

Sunita will be there, and nobody can stop me, and yes, her and Donnie will be besties. All three of them are the members of the April O'Neil Dorky Pals For Life, although Sunita isn't as dorky.

As for the Donnie medic thing, I personally believe that Donnie himself helps Leo with medic-ing. Donnie is the backup medic in case Leo is out of commission. He knows the procedures, but when it comes to blood? He cannot deal with that, or any other bodily fluids for that matter unless he absolutely HAS to.

Mayhem will there. He's my baby, and it's a crime that he's overlooked so much.

Hueso Jr! Okay, so, I am aware that Leo says something about Jr. being in college or something, but I can't get over like... a little 9 to 11 year old skele-kid that absolutely ADORES Leo, and wants to be just like him. Also, screw you, this is my AU, I do what I want. (This is a MAJOR /j, I love you guys.)

I want to give Usagi more than being Leo's love interest, so I'm moving his introduction back a bit. (Mostly so I can do my research on him so I can create an accurate Rise version of him)

Same thing with the comic characters

I definitely plan on adding characters from other iterations. (If you didn't see the authors note on chapter 1, I plan on eventually adding Tim into the equation, thank PineTreeVillain and CupcakeSlushie for ruining my aro Donnie hc lol) And, being completely honest, I only know like... three things about 2003 LH, but I already completely and utterly adore him, so he will very likely be added.

Mikey will indeed get a pet cat. In fact, he gets two! One will be the stereotypical orange tabby. Energetic chaos, and has -1 braincells. The other is, again, a stereotypical black cat. Solitary, and spooky. Orange boys name is Klunk, and black girls name is Salem. Salem was a gift from April, and Klunk was a stray cat that Raph brought home and gave to Mikey. Until he gets those two though, he helps Repo take care of Ms. Nubbins. (I'd like to imagine that thanks to Mikey, Repo can now let Ms. Nubbins wander around the junkyard freely without the fear of her eating someone.

The sibling interactions will be very heavily based on my own interactions with my siblings. And that includes giving kisses goodnight because showing affection is a VERY big thing in my family, and I can tell that that's the case as well with the Rise sibs. (Or at least Mikey)

And lastly BIG MAMA REDEMPTION ARC!!! By the time the main timeline for T.B.o.B. has started, Big Mama had her redemption arc already, BUT I plan on writing a oneshot/short story for her redemption, just like I did Hypno. (Though hers might be a bit more narrative than Hypno's)

Ideas/things I think are underutilized in rottmnt fanworks:

-Piebald

-Leo’s “lucky rock” (air turtle ep. for reference)

-the fact that Big mama willingly participated in the “doom dome” and maybe even at the Nexus at one point

-Lou Jitsu’s past and relatives

-the multitude of spirits seen in the s2 finale

-mystic trinkets and artifacts (you can never have too many!)

-yokai background characters

-the hidden city seemingly being run by fear (mobsters, power, etc.)

-more hidden cities outside of NY

-Baron Draxum being driven to a villain role only because he sought to protect the yokai race (he isn’t all that evil)

-Leo’s disgust of romance (…at least develop Leo into a romance role…)

-Donnie isn’t averse to EVERYTHING goopy and weird. (Like the yokai pizza he ate w/Leo in “operation: normal” and the Joey pouch he sat in with Leo in “hidden city job”)

-Sunita. look, she clearly has a taste for fashion (the fashion turtle pointed THAT out) and she chose to go into SCIENCE/biology class, out of many options. She would be besties with Donnie.

-those crab brothers

-tmnt iteration crossovers (there isn’t enough out there)

-Donnie (probably) being the medic (y’all are gonna hate me for this. But. I honestly don’t see that much to support medic Leo. it makes an excellent headcanon though! It looks like Donnie designed the entire medbay and patented the suits and whatnot in “down with the sickness”. Also he started spewing medical-talk when unmutated piebald fell out of the fishbowl.

-MAYHEM

-Senor Hueso’s son (Hueso Jr?)

-other Yojimbo/samurai rabbit characters! I’m tired of ONLY seeing usagi. Where’s gen? Chizu? Katsuichi? At least do your research y’all pleassseee. At least read a wiki page because so many usagis I’m seeing are so ooc that he’s just there to be Leo’s love interest. Cmon.

-Draxum’s son sloppy joe(seph)

-Characters from the rottmnt comics.

-Battle Nexus monsters (Lou Jitsu mostly fought hydras, big creatures, etc.)

-Renet!!!

-other characters from pre-existing tmnt iterations (Rocksteady, leatherhead, tigerclaw, Lita, Bebop, I could go on….)

-the turtles adopting a cat (rise Mikey hasn’t had the best of luck with cats though)

-space adventures! Triceratons! Aliens! Robots! please

-sibling kisses. Hugs and stuff. Now.

-Big Mama redemption arc??? I still haven’t seen one. She was actually pretty close to redemption towards the finale. We haven’t seen her in the movie, so who knows?

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 days ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 44

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Word Count: 3,025ish

Summary: The hotel room gets attacked. Logan decides that just saying something is no longer enough.

Warning(s): canon violence, injuries, illusions to sex

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You made sure that Laura and Charles were busy with the movie before you slipped back into the bathroom. Studying the area, you finally noticed the many empty bottles of alcohol. Walking around, you noticed a hand towel that had been tossed in the corner. You lifted it up and gasped at the sight of blood. Your knees gave out beneath you as it hit you. You didn’t have much longer with Logan. You were going to lose him for good and you were no where near prepared for it.

You failed to realize that the door opened behind you as your sobs took over. Laura quietly came in and knelt beside you. Her hand reached out to your hands, which were now in flames and burning the towel.

“Laura,” you gasped, noticing the girl. She pointed to the flames. “Oh!” You killed the flames. You looked over at Laura. “I’m sorry you—uff!”

Laura launched herself at you, hugging you tightly. You dropped the burnt towel and hugged her back. You felt terrible that this little traumatized girl was comforting you. You should be the one comforting her.

“I’m okay,” you told her. “I’m okay.”

There was no doubt that Laura was Logan’s child. Especially when she was constantly worried or connected to you. Somehow she got Logan’s attachment to you.

You pulled away from the girl, who was still looking at you with great concern. “Why don’t we see if there’s a game to play or another movie to watch?”

Laura nodded so you took her hand and the two of you headed back to Charles.

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Logan had been gone for about an hour at this point. The three of you had moved into the living room area, where Charles was looking at all the people on the streets. Laura was flipping through her X-Men comics.

“It’s time for your medication, Charles,” you said. “I’ll grab some water and then you need to take them.”

“Fine,” he waved you off, still focusing down below.

You went into the bathroom and grabbed one of the cups. You didn’t even get to fill it up before you heard the door kicked open. Running out of the bathroom, you shot fire at the first gun man. He stumbled back into the hall way in flames. Four more men rushed into the room. Two of the guns went off and before you knew it, a bullet was in Laura’s leg, causing her to fall to the floor, and a bullet was in your shoulder. You cried out in pain as you stumbled forward, one of your hands gripping your shoulder. Laura roared in frustration as two more men entered.

“Laura!” You exclaimed as you saw one of the men pull out large cuffs.

There was nothing else you could do as Charles cried out and began seizing. His head fell back as the high-pitched noise went out in waves. A silent scream sat in your mouth as you fell to your knees. The men around the hotel room froze as the psychic attack worsened. Your eyes squeezed shut as your body fully gave out on the floor. Blood began to trickle from your nose and ears as the wound in your shoulder continued to bleed. Your breath became to come out in gasps as you felt the air thin around you. This had been the longest time you had stayed conscious during one of Charles’ seizures, and you were silently praying for it to end.

Despite the disorientation, you could hear the familiar sound of metal claws and grunting coming up from the hallway. Laura’s grunts could also be heard and the small movement of medical supplies.

Logan plunged his claws into the first guy after he came to the open door and saw their guns pointed at you, Laura, and Charles. He saw you unmoving on the ground and bleeding, making him want to throw up. Laura was grunting and groaning on the ground as she tried to crawl to Charles with the syringe that could stop the seizure. Logan stabbed two more men before he tumbled into the table, trying to push through the immeasurable pain.

Clenching his jaw, Logan pushed forward, stabbing into the remaining men before kneeling behind Charles. His shaking arm reached back to Laura, who was trying to hand him the syringe. Logan took it and plunged it into Charles neck, immediately stopping the seizure.

The psychic hold Charles had on everything disappeared, causing everyone to collapse. The men were all dead, but that didn’t stop Logan’s fear for your life. Logan turned to see Laura crawling over to you. You were now unconscious and still bleeding. Laura checked your pulse at your neck before she tore out the bullet. She glanced back at Logan, who gave her a thankful nod. Everyone was panting, trying to catch their breath as the stayed in their spots for a moment. Logan looked down and noticed a camera on one of the dead men. He grabbed it.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. He pushed himself up and over to the window.

“Is everyone alright?” Charles asked, glancing around. His eyes fell on you and your state, with Laura sitting protectively beside you. “No… I’m so sorry.”

“We gotta get out of here,” Logan stated. “Laura, grab your things and the wheelchair. I’ve got the meds and Y/N.”

Laura moved quickly as she went to gather her things. Logan went over and stuffed the medication in a bag, before his focus fell on you. His trembling hand went over to your shoulder, thankful that the wound was already healing. He needed to clean you up, but there was no time for that. Laura took Charles’ wheelchair as Logan threw the bag over to Laura and then scooped you up in his arms.

Logan held you close and kept near Laura and Charles as they took the elevator to the main floor and saw the damage that was done. People were unconscious and injured everywhere.

“I’m sorry,” Charles cried. “I’m so sorry.”

Logan led the way to the new truck he took. Laura opened the front passenger door, allowing Logan to get you in the seat and buckled before he helped Charles in and put away his wheelchair in the trunk. Sirens were coming closer, making every movement an urgent one. Logan hurried to the driver’s seat and sped away, just in time.

One of Logan’s hand held tight to the wheel as the other one reached over the consul to have some physical contact with you. He needed to feel you, that you were still there. It gave him some hope. Though, that hope began to dwindle as they stopped twice for gas and it was now nightfall with no sign of you waking.

“We should stop, Logan,” Charles said. “Get some rest and… and figure out what’s going on.”

Logan used the rearview mirror to look back at Charles and Laura. It was clear that Charles was being eaten up by guilt while Laura couldn’t stop looking at you. She was concerned and scared. Logan understood.

“Fine,” Logan huffed. “A cheap place. Only for a few hours.”

Almost two hours later, Logan found a motel off the side of the road. They didn’t ask for a name and he was able to get two joining rooms, with a total of three beds between the two. Logan was grateful that the rooms were on the first floor, allowing him to get Charles out so that Laura could push him and he could carry you. He unlocked one of the rooms, thankful it was the king bed room. He carefully laid you down before he went and opened the other room and made it joining.

“You two are in the other room,” Logan grumbled, coming back to sit at your side.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” Charles said quietly. “She was getting my meds when they entered.”

“I’ll be in there to put you to bed in a minute. I just need some time alone.”

Charles sighed. “Come, Laura.” He reached out for the girl’s hand, gently taking it. “Let’s give them some space.”

Charles and Laura headed into the other room. Laura didn’t shut the door all the way, leaving it open enough for her to watch the two of you. Logan’s eyes lined with tears as he carefully took your shirt off of you, leaving you in a bra. His eyes fell to the two newest scars, a reminder of how he couldn’t protect you. There was still dried blood on your face and torso.

With a cough, Logan pushed himself from his seat on the bed and limped over to the bathroom. He grabbed a hand towel and got it damp before returning to your side. As carefully as his shaky hands would allow, Logan wiped the blood from your skin. Your steady heartbeat and breathing was the only things keeping Logan from having a serious breakdown.

After you were cleaned up, Logan tossed the towel away and pulled off his jacket and flannel. Gently, Logan dressed you in the flannel and buttoned you up. His fingers trailed down your cheeks.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Wake up… I… I need you.” You made no move to wake. “Sweetheart, please.” He held a kiss to your forehead, like he could wake you up with just the tender act. “I can’t continue on without you.”

He sighed when you didn’t respond. Turning away to go take care of Charles, your hand reached out and gripped onto his wrist. Logan whipped around to see you, eyes half open, staring at him.

“Thank fuck,” he muttered, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You need to stop scaring me like that.”

“Yeah, well…” you groaned, moving to sit up, “you need to stop lying to me.”

“What? I—“

“I found the towel, Logan. The bloody towel you coughed into… why did you hide it from me?”

“I don’t want to worry you anymore than I already am.”

“Well you’re doing a terrible job.” Logan chuckled, his hands coming up to gently hold your face. “We’re running out of time, Logan.”

Logan hated how you were right. “I can run faster.”

“You used to be able to, honey. But your body isn’t the same anymore.”

He leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to leave you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as your hands came up to hold onto his wrists. “I don’t want you to leave either.”

“We finish this and then we’ll go off… We make the most of the time we have left.” He brushed his lips over yours but didn’t move to fully kiss you yet. “I will fight to stay with you.”

You made the move to fully kiss him. Your hands moved from his wrists to Logan’s back, tugging him toward you. Logan’s hands stayed on your face, keeping you engaged in the kiss. Despite his desire to continue, Logan pulled away and turned his head to the side, breaking into a coughing fit. You sat up more, placing your hand on his back.

“I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

When his coughing died down, your head fell to his shoulder and his head gently rested on top of yours. Logan and you sat in silence as his breathing when back to normal.

“I should go grab you food,” Logan whispered.

“No,” you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t leave… not again… Just hold me tonight, please… don’t let me go.”

Logan’s arms wrapped around you before he pulled you into his lap. “I’ve got to go take care of Charles, but I will be right back.”

“How are Charles and Laura?”

“They’re fine. Just worried about you.” He kissed your head. “Stay here and rust. I’ll be back.”

Logan slipped you back onto the bed and opened up the adjoining door. Laura stumbled back, causing you to giggle. She had clearly been watching the whole interaction.

“Kid—“

But before Logan could scold her, Laura was running past him and crushing you in a hug.

“Hey!” Logan yelled. “Careful, kid!”

“She’s fine, Logan,” you waved him off as you hugged Laura back.

“It’s good to see you awake, Y/N,” Charles said from the doorway.

You shot him a smile. Logan sighed as he and Charles headed further into the other room. Your fingers began combing through Laura’s hair as she continued to hold you tightly.

“I know it was you that got the bullet out,” you quietly said. “Thank you.”

Laura nodded against you. Logan tucked Charles in and then stopped in the doorway, watching you comfort Laura. Even though Logan was struggling with Laura, he was grateful that you were able to be there for the child.

“Okay, kid,” Logan said, stepping into the room, “time for bed.”

Surprisingly, Laura let you go. She studied you over before slipping out of bed and heading to the adjoining room. Before she closed the door, Laura looked back.

“Goodnight, Laura,” you smiled.

Laura nodded before closing the door fully. Logan toed his shoes off before pulling down his plants and pulling off his shirts. He crawled down the bed and pulled you into him. You cuddled into him and took a deep breath through your nose. Though Logan hadn’t had a cigar in a few days, the smell still lingered on him. It was purely Logan. Your heart cracked at the thought of how much you’d miss that smell.

“I want to get married,” Logan quietly admitted.

You moved so that you could see his face. “What? But we—“

“I want it real. Tomorrow. We find one of those stupid chapels or a judge and we get married. You are my wife, Y/N, and I am your husband. Let’s make it real… before it’s too late.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “Yes… please.”

Logan kissed your lips so tenderly you thought you were going to melt. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

~~~

Logan was incredibly grateful to find that there was a small wedding chapel around the corner from the motel. Laura and Charles sat in the pews as you and Logan stood in the front, holding hands.

“We are gathered together to witness the marriage of James Logan Howlett and Y/N L/N,” the minister began. “Marriage is a commitment in life, where two people can find and bring out the very best in each other. It offers opportunities for sharing and growth that no other human relationship can equal, a physical and emotional joining that has the promise of a lifetime. James and Y/N, do you present yourselves willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage?”

“We do,” you both said, keeping your eyes locked on each other.

“Will you promise to care for each other in the joys and sorrows of life, come what may, and to share the responsibility for growth and enrichment of your life together?”

“We will.”

“James, please repeat after me. I, James, take you Y/N to be my lawful wedded wife.”

Logan swallowed as tears pricked at his eyes. “I, James, take you Y/N to be my lawful wedded wife.”

“I promise to stay by your side, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad.”

“I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve all of your goals, laugh with you and cry with you, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

“Y/N, please repeat after me. I, Y/N, take you James to be my lawful wedded husband.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. “I, Y/N, take you James to be my lawful wedded husband.”

“I promise to stay by your side, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad.”

“Will we be exchanging rings?”

“No,” Logan shook his head as he responded.

“Well, by the authority vested in me by the continuation and the laws of this state, it is my honor to now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Logan tugged you into him. His hands let go of yours before one of his arms wrapped around your waist and his hand cradled your head. He dipped you as his lips firmly pressed against yours. Charles laughed as Laura and him clapped. When Logan continued the kiss, Laura cringed, causing Charles to laugh again.

“They’re in love, my dear,” he told her softly. “They have been through enough trauma for multiple lifetimes. They deserve this moment. And we will let them have it, for as long as we can.”

next chapter >

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tinyfantasminha · 2 days ago

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Okay so I KNOW that you're a selfship kinda gal most of the time, but I recently saw this jp artist on one of my feeds that's been drawing some kinda really cute Idia/Jack things lately? What are your thoughts, queen 🎙

I think I know the artist you're talking about 😳I've been sharing a few of their art too,,,,,

Since Idia is amongst my top faves, I always liked to imagine him and Jack interacting more 😭I'm mostly indifferent to shipping them romantically, like I don't think I'd go on my way to look for fanfics or whatever but I always go crazy seeing fanart of them together since it's so rare! The fact they are completely OPPOSITES makes for such a fun dynamic but it makes them also rarely interact or want to do anything with each other 😭*puts them in a small pot so I can force them to be on the same space*

Tbh I like to think that Idia is secretly salty and envious of Jack because Jack looks like a cool shonen protagonist irl or a superhero... kinda like the type of character Idia envisioned to be when he was a kid before the tragedy with Ortho happened and he's just like ''ugh that macho guy thinks he's a chad doesn't he🙄'' when Jack is just existing 😂

If I'm going to be honest, I think Idia does have a few fictional hunk oshis on his own but he feels conflicted when seeing an irl buff guy bc it's a mixture of simp admiration and repulsion (bi ace king imo) like it's funny to imagine Idia spying on him with his tablet and being like ''look at those HD muscle definitions... omg it's just like (insert hunk character)'' but getting close to Jack irl makes Idia viscerally recoil and want to run for his life 😭 (as seen in his recent room relaxation vignette, FINALLY my crumbs!!!)

also (conveniently ignoring the whole context of this scene) HEY?? 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈❓❓

Also this is mostly an AU I keep in private in discord servers but sometimes I think of how..... fitting it would be for a hercules AU where Idia is (obviously) Hades and Jack is Herc 🫢CAUSE HHJGDHNfdjjgXX...... PURE HEARTED, SLIGHTLY NAIVE, STRONG, BEEFY...... ITS FITTING FOR JACK RIGHT??? (and twstvic as Meg for... for obvious reasons.... b-but this isn't about my yumes)

Realistic it wouldn't go like that cause Idia can barely stay within a 3-meter radius from Jack...

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #idia shroud #idk if this is my first time mentioning the hercules AU #but most of the time I imagine jack and idia together its very hades and herc coded to me #idia/hades: ''ugh this athletic beefy himbo is RUINING MY LIFE''#for evil reasons (hades) for gay reasons (idia)#answered ask

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ray935sworld · 3 days ago

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Visiting an old friend

Rosquez, Vale & Sic

25.12 Winter writing

Content information: the following writing includes Vale talking to Sic at his grave (no counter interaction). If this is something you're not comfortable with or that might triggers you, do not read.

I know some people or more hesitant when it comes to these topic. I don't mean any disrespect. I wrote this as part of a coping mechanism.

"Hey buddy, long time no seen" Vale said as he sat down opposite his old friend. "And I am completely aware that this is all my fault. So I apologize"

He smiled and felt the warmth he got in return. The other wasn't angry. He never was. He was just happy he was here now.

"You know, I... Funny story. I actually still thought our little meetings were a secret from Marc. But my dear husband told me to tell you that he says hi"

He remembered just a little bit earlier. "Give me a little bit time" he had whispered at Marc's ear when he kissed him awake. It was the early hours in the morning. 5.30 am. But he couldn't keep sleeping and he didn't want to miss Christmas breakfast with their little ones.

"I promise you I'm back in 2 hours" he kissed him again and saw his husband's calm smile as he nodded. "I know." he whispered as he burried his head back in the cushion. Soon enough their little whirlwinds would wake up and the peace was on the past.

He was just about to leave, already changed and the car keys in the pocket when Marc added "Tell him I said hi, will you? Tell him we miss him."

He felt a sadness pool in his stomach. All this time, every time he had made up a dumb excuse why he had to leave for a few hours weren’t needed. Of course he knew. And he had been respectful about it and didn't ask.

He smiled at him. It had been the perfect response. "I will"

And now he sat opposite him again.

"So... Hi from Marc. They miss you" he said and leaned back. "I miss you too..." he started to feel sad but right now he dint wasn't to be sad.

He quickly changed the subject. "Especially cause you'd have a field day with the way I stress out over the races at the moment" he chuckled.

"Seriously. My dear, sweet husband - Don't get me wrong. I am overjoyed that he's doing better and he's feeling happy on the bikes again. Finally he got that spark back, you know what I mean - and oh, we fuck like rabbits again. The boys already judge me for asking them to babysit that often.

He remembered Luca's and Pecco's looks after asking if they would like some uncles - nieces bonding time after Marc won his first race in years.

"But he's back to riding like - well almost like he used to. I can't imagine he'll be more careful next year. For the record I am not complaining! I am 100% supporting him. It's just - he'll be on a factory Ducati so I feel like I'm going to be gray a lot sooner than I thought"

He was almost as happy as he was concerned about him on a Ducati. But he could finally fight a title and he wouldn't be the one stopping him.

"I just feel sorry for Pecco. Bet he's going to complain to me the whole year. 10€!" He knew the other would accept that bet. He grinned.

"But at least I have an argument against Marc now. Okay, to his credit, he's more... I wouldn't say more careful on track but he's less stupid. Yes, that's it. Our little princess really keep him grounded. You should see him. He comes home and is immediately hugging and cuddling them"

He grinned, remembering how his little girls had tried to stay awake until their papa returned. Just when he had heard the car pull up, he had softly woken them up.

He had let them go first and just after seconds, the bags abandoned in the car, Marc had both his arms full with their little girls. He had kissed and hugged them and kissed them some more.

Vale ended up talking a lot about his little family and their adventures since his last visit. Then he went on about his other children.

"Ah and Franky - you wouldn't believe it. He finally got his shit together and asked Andrea out. Took him only 13 years or so of pinning. I bet that's a new record" he laughed.

"And now Marc is working on getting Cele and Bez together. I promise you, he should have been a dating coach."

He let time pass. The conversation was flowing. He talked about everything he could think off until there was nothing left. He didn't had anything else sitting on his soul.

That might be the worst and best moment of the whole visit. He knew there was nothing left to say. He didn't feel guilty about leaving. On the contrary, he felt lighter, more free. He was happy to see his family and spent Christmas together.

"I guess, it's time" he said, standing up. "Take care, will you? Be kind. Promise me, you're not causing too much of a chaos, amiche. Maybe a little. A little is needed but don't overdue it."

He laughed about his own words. "Do you hear that? I'm really getting old. But anyway..."

He leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. But his lips didn't met skin. He didn't even met the thick curls they used to touch. He felt the cold stone against his lips.

"I miss you, my friend. Really. Terribly. But I'll take my time to meet you again properly. But when I do meet you again and you give me a big hug, I'll have thousand of stories to tell you."

Looking at the stone infront of him for one last time. He knew he would be here again in a week to whish him a happy new year.

"And sent Nicky my greeting too, alright?" he said. "Merry christmas Marco "

He smiled at the stone, imagining it wasn't just his name and the letters and numbers that used to hunt him in his sleep but the man himself standing infront of him before he drove him for Christmas.

Marco Simoncelli

20.01.1987 - 23.10.2011

#motogp #marc marquez #valentino rossi #rosquez #motogp rpf #winter writing #ray's writing #marco simoncelli

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rabbitindisguise · 21 hours ago

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Idk if this will be helpful to anyone but a list of techniques I would use:

Confine the multipronoun character to one paragraph, and change paragraphs when another character speaks/is described/does something, noting the new character's name before switching to pronouns

Avoid dialogue tags altogether and focus on making the dialogue more obvious with heavy characterization and solid structure that makes who's speaking clear. Then later on you can sprinkle in some dialogue tags as looks appropriate once the reader grasps the character well enough to know what they would say in a certain situation

Use at least one neopronoun or singular they and use it in situations where the other character has the same pronoun but using names is way too clumsy

Probably don't switch within the same sentence (or don't make a habit of it). Unless you're committed to creating a multi pronoun user's dream come true narrative, it's difficult to follow because instinctively you're thinking "oh this is a new character." Much easier to describe them doing verb and then character continuing that verb with a different pronoun in the following sentence

Don't draw attention to it if you're not aiming to do that, it'll look sloppy instead of authentic to life. I've seen some authors make a big point of clashingly putting pronouns together and it's just not natural. Especially when other characters are speaking about them- even if someone is super good with using them equally, they often talk using one pronoun for one conversation/one day/etc and definitely at least for one sentence. But the MOST important thing about this is that people don't usually use pronouns for someone in front of them. So making a bunch of excuses for someone to refer to someone as if they're not there looks weird. Which could be the vibe you're going for- maybe you're writing a piece about gender and want it to smack you right in the face every sentence. But if you're trying to make it blend into the background it will not help to make a point of putting two different pronouns in the same sentence/same paragraph/same interaction with other characters.

Have pronouns that make sense to you. It can be difficult to juggle atypical neopronouns for you at the same time as trying to do multi pronouns for the character. Typing "him" instead of "his" on accident for example makes it even harder to read, and multi pronouns are already hard enough to read as it is (<- should not be smug about this, but is, because he don't have multiple pronouns because it's easy)

Context!!! This one is the most obvious but it really helps.

You can loosen up the further into the narrative you are because they'll be able to guess based on how the character is behaving and characterization.

Example:

Carin tapped his foot irately, becoming the human personification of anxiety. The clock said they were ten minutes late, and the time on his phone said twenty. If they didn't show up soon he was just going to-

The bell chimed and they stepped into the room, telescoping the umbrella with a SNAP! that could barely be heard over the chatter in the coffee shop. The noise didn't abate at all when they entered and the bell chimed again as the door fell shut.

"It's about damn time," he said. Worry creased his brow.

They looked like they were going to apologize and thought better of it. "I don't see what the rush is."

She rolled her eyes. "I told you, we have a deadline."

"So you've said. Like five times." They sounded more amused than stressed now that they were in the shop and out of the rain. The umbrella folded up into a little tube, one of those tiny ones you could get at target. They flagged down the barista.

He groaned. "Do we really have time for coffee?"

"Hi! I'll have a latte, and xie will have an cappuccino."

The barista looked at xir warily, but shrugged xir off. She looked a bit stressed herself since the place was packed with people trying to escape the downpour. Okay, a lot stressed. But the thought of that was making xim feel bad so xie tried not to think about it. [Alternatively: The barista looked at her warily, but shrugged her off. She looked a bit stressed herself since the place was packed with people trying to escape the downpour. Okay, a lot stressed. But thinking about the barista's situation was making her feel bad so she tried not to think about it.]

"Will that be for here or to go?"

"To go. Thanks."

The sound of change made her eyebrow twitch.

"You didn't have to-"

"You looked like you could use a coffee. Now. The deadline?" They asked, leaning their hip against the counter near the WAIT HERE FOR YOUR COFFEE :) sign.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

ok i brought this up in a discord server already but i'm gonna ask this here as well for maximum coverage

when writing characters who use multiple pronouns, what's the best way to avoid confusion?

no i'm not making this a poll as the answers are bound to be a lot more nuanced than a multiple choice question can do justice lmao

#writing

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limelemonleaf · 1 day ago

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Started as an idea and I had to draw them okay??

Presenting: Riding Hood!!💥💯💪🔥 Aka: Ride, Rider, and Flynn

Rant bellow ↓

AGENDER THEY/IT BBY FOR THE WIN RAHHH!!!

Their name is Devon Rene Inkwill

I didn't know initially how unmasked them would look like but jellyfish haircuts kept coming on my feed so I incorporated that. And of course I couldn't pick a gender and just didn't give them the concept at all.

Their signature weapon is a ✨meteorhammer✨ which is the yellow loops under the utility belt (they attached two small hooks on each side of the utility belt to more easily carry the meteorhammer and keep it more secure when they doesn't use it). Here's the tt I got the idea from.

Inside the bag on their hip are stored other heads for the hammer (the one they usually have on is made of thick rubber, which hurts but wouldn't usually leave long lasting damage (I don't think)) like maybe they want to switch to a steal ball or a blade yk?

I'm still contemplating whether to give them a knife or one of these as an extra weapon that's held on the back of the belt. Or they can switch between which one they carry idk.

The combat boots are steal toed and the gloves are like those indestructible gloves (I think they'd be pretty useful in Gotham– and any situation that requires fighting really).

They have armor on the front and back to their torso, as well as on their knees, elbows and forearms. The helmet also gets put in this category. Jason was like I didn't start wearing armor myself just to not give my sidekick some!

The cloak is made of very thick material, like they were made in the past to protect the wearer from the cold, and not only does it keep them warm bur they use it for defense (no Jason they will not line the bottom hem with rocks to knock people out. No not even if they're pretty rocks!).

In this au Jason wouldn't even think to have a kid as a sidekick which is why it's even funnier whan he does, and neither he nor Devon know how it happened. Like you know how you tried to remember how you met a person and cannot recall at all and it feels like they just spawned in your life one day? That's basically it.

It's more like Jason (either as a civilian or as Red Hood) had small interactions with Devon and eventually got attached and wanted to make sure the kid knew how to defend themself in case it came to it so he gave them a few tips and lessons (and then they find out he's Red Hood if they didn't already know, and they thought it was super cool).

Maybe Red Hood got seen with another often enough that the sidekick rumor started to spread and so a few times when Devon was there (they would wear a mask over their lower face and a hoodie whenever they were with "the Hood" and not with "Jason") both of them got attacked. This happens often enough that Jason makes Davon wear protective gear whenever they're with him in Crime Alley and that sealed the deal for anyone who saw them from then on out that yes The Red Hood has a sidekick now.

Rene insisted on a cloak because cloaks are cool! And some random guy they were fighting say "Who the hell are you supposed to be? The little red riding hood? Ha!" Jason makes fun of them the rest of the night and kept saying it on the occasion, and Rene was like "fuck it, fine, that's my name now I guess!"

The next time someone asked: "who the hell they are!?"

Rene: "Fucking Riding Hood, bitch!"

Jason: "Wait what??! Fr??"

Rene: "Yes bitch, and it's your fault, deal with it!"

The bats would obviously ask questions and would want to know who Riding Hood is. Jason refuses to tell them, mostly to fuck with Bruce. He told Babs as such and she agreed to help him mess with the bat (and Tim is probably on in it too) and keep any information about them tucked away from the others.

Jason only calls them either Ride or Rider because "Riding Hood" is stupid and he can't believe they actually picked that and no he didn't feel anything whenever they wanted to match with him what are you talking about.

Either Babs (& Tim) keep the information from everyone or all the kids are in on it to just mess with Bruce, but whichever it is, the bat decided to start investigating on his own and used a codename for Riding Hood's file and he chooses "Flynn" (the thought of Bruce choosing that name himself is hilarious to me because yes he'll respect the fairytale theme, everyone in Gotham has a theme, why not them too, right?).

Batman doesn't know his kids are actively hiding information from him about "Flynn". They keep it from the rest of the Justice League too, except for Superman who already heard the conversation between Jason and Babs and was later pleased with to go along.

Batman now thinks "Flynn" is a meta or some kind of cryptid for the kryptonian (and the rest of the JL) to not be able to get much information either.

Jason is very much laughing and updating Devon with what Babs is telling him. Devon thinks it's fucking hilarious.

Rene starts to call Jason "Mother Gothel" because he just loves to gaslight them for no reason. ("That's not true.", "YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW!", "lmao" ">={" )

Devon doesn't know anyone else's identities besides Jason's. They don't care much, if at all, about celebrities to actually pay attention, and that includes the Waynes. Jason finds this hilarious.

Also, did I make Devon short just so they can comfortably climb on Jason? Yes, yes I did.

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t1red-twilight · 2 days ago

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through the ages

part 3

content/warnings: gn!reader, spencer’s pov, season 4, angsty, past!spencelle, guilt, jealousy, crashout lol

notes: bring back men who yearn

word count: 3.1k

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the office was quiet. spencer showed up early, just as he always did. this was the only time he could hear the buzz of the electricity, and the soft thrum of the heating and cooling system. after setting his things down, spencer headed into the kitchenette to make a coffee.

he knew that pretty soon you’d be in, so he fashioned one for you as well. best case scenario, you’d be in when it had cooled down a little. you took your coffee sweet, but nowhere near as sweet as his was. “diabetes inducing,” you’d called it. he’d told you that type 2 diabetes would have to be triggered by many more habits than just his coffee consumption. you’d laughed, despite him not joking.

your desk was conjoined with his, a pane of glass separated them. he walked to your desk and set the coffee cup down and sat in his office chair. your mugs were part of a set: yours had a star pattern and his had moons. he had still taken the care to label both of them with your corresponding names.

by the time you had come in, it was a quarter to eight. you usually showed up at about this time, only ever held back if you missed your train or the traffic got bad on the off chance you took your car.

“spencer!” you exclaimed when you got to your desk. “thank you for the coffee! how are you doing this morning?” it was as if your voice physically brightened the room, alleviating the harsh led lights.

your voice was melodic, it rung in a way that scratched every itch in his brain. “it was no problem. it should be relatively warm by now.” he smiled, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red. he lifted his mug to his lips and sipped a mouthful of coffee.

oh, you had asked his how he was. he thumbed the corner of his mouth where a droplet remained, and answered your question. he gazed over the glass pane dividing you where you had sat. “i’m doing okay,” he stated.

“just okay?” you followed. one of your eyebrows quirked up, you smiled crookedly. the glint in your eye; ah, you were teasing him.

he took another sip of his coffee and set down his mug. “well, not enough has happened today to say whether today has been good or bad,“ he answered. you leaned back in your chair and smiled at his response. “also, are you free tonight? there’s a film screening that I wanted to go to. it’s in korean, and there isn’t a translation yet, but i can whisper a translation to you like i did last time. did you want to go with me?”

an apologetic look blossomed on your face. before you even spoke, spencer knew what your answer would be. “sorry, i have plans.” you paused, almost as if you were contemplating on if you should say the next part. “i have a date.” his heart dropped to his stomach. a date? of all things that could occupy your time it had to be a date?

spencer swallowed down the sinking feeling that grew inside him. he nodded before he spoke, trying desperately to hold onto his composure; you could not, under any circumstances find out about anything. “oh, okay. i’ll let you know how it goes, though.” he stretched his lips into a smile as casually as he could. “it should be a good one.“

you took a sip of the coffee he had made for you. “please do! next time i’ll definitely come with you,” you stated. your eyebrows were slightly pulled together, and your smile had dropped but not disappeared. it would’ve been much more desirable to melt into his office chair than look at the expression of remorse that you showed.

the paperwork that he was normally completed speedily glared up at him. typical office days usually droned on and on, but something about his earlier interaction with you set him off.

suddenly, the taking of the clock pounded in his ears. he couldn’t focus, and he was always good at focusing. what about your plans was setting him off?

the times new roman print stared at him, waiting for him to do something. the contrast of the black lettering on white background burned his eyes the longer he looked at it. the bustling sound of the office grated his ears.

he felt selfish for the feeling of surprise that swelled in him when you had stated that you had a date. he felt even worse when he had the brief hope that you wouldn’t have another date any time soon. there was a piece of him that wanted to spend every waking moment with you and another very real piece that just wanted you to be happy. perhaps he was merely biding his time until he wasn’t the most important relationship you had.

it was just a date, just one. two dates was not guaranteed, and a lifelong romantic relationship was definitely not guaranteed. memorized statistics assured him of that. this was fine, you’d go on your date and go to work and it’d be perfectly fine. but why did he even care that you had a date? It shouldn’t matter to him.

how dare he think he could have any opinion over your love life? your friendship meant a lot to him, and he knew that it meant a lot to you as well. slipping into a jealous insecure mindset would only hurt his friendship with you.

he looked again at his file. he had already completed one or two, and was midway through another. he could just go home and watch way too much doctor who and pass out on his couch once he finished his paperwork.

by lunchtime he had pushed down his downtrodden feelings in exchange for attempted apathy. it did not help that every time he looked up over the glass pane he saw you, dutifully accomplishing your paperwork.

your forehead crinkled and your lips pursed. you’d comment or ask questions regarding the case you were filling out every now and then and it didn’t seem you noticed his minor distress. as far as you were concerned you were just friends, best friends maybe.

liking you the way he did felt like betrayal, or even like he was lying. you saw him as a friend, he saw you as something else: the difference in this perception felt almost gross to him. he’d known you for a couple of years at this point and felt this way for most of it and everything had gone fine until now. so, hopefully he couple continue to shove his insecurity everything down until you were just his friend again.

spencer had decided not to go to the film festival at all. later, he met up with morgan, and derek had dragged him to a bar that wasn’t too far from the office.

he figured that it wasn’t worth it to go to the film festival if you couldn’t participate in his ideal activity, which was spending time with you. it didn’t take long for derek to realize that something was definitely up.

the two of them were sitting at the bar top, derek had an alcoholic drink in front of him, spencer was drinking a water. “all right. pretty boy, what’s up?” derek asked outright. this caught spencer off guard, as he was trying desperately to seem like everything was going perfectly okay.

“what do you mean?” spencer replied, his voice lowered. he avoided eye contact, but tried to keep his face as deadpan as possible. given their profession, obviously this wasn’t working. derek took note of his slump of his shoulders, and the pattern he was repeatedly tapping on the countertop.

derek rolled his eyes. in no way did spencer think derek was stupid, he just thought that he could maybe get away with facing the confrontation of how he was acting. realistically, it was only a matter of time before derek called him out.

derek leaned his head down, trying to catch spencer’s eye line. when he was unsuccessful, he returned to his laid-back position on the barstool, and rolled his eyes.

given that it was a six pm on a random wednesday, the bar filled or crowded. there was another man sitting at the bar for down, but he seemed to be minding his own business. there were a few other people, but no one worthy of note.

spencer picked up his glass and swallowed his water around. seeing as he wasn’t going to elaborate on how he was acting or how he was feeling, derek moved on. he had some clue as to why spencer was behaving the way he was, so he attempted to test the waters. “i heard that someone had a date today,” he stated. he raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to gauge spencer’s reaction.

spencer slumped further over the countertop. one hand raised to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, but he dropped his hand as quickly as it had risen. jackpot.

“yeah. what about it?” spencer’s tone was stiff and standoffish. he said he set his cup down on the counter more harshly than he would’ve liked to. it was just a date. why did he even care? “i hope it goes well.”

derek worked an eyebrow up and denial, but spencer could not see it. he was still avoiding eye contact as best he could. few people knew him as well as you did, and derek was one of these people. it was clear to anyone viewing the interaction that spencer was upset, but it was especially clear to derek that spencer was especially downtrodden.

following elle leaving the bau, spencer had opened up to derek about his feelings, and the things that had happened between the two of them. spencer had firmly planted himself in the position that he would never feel that way about another person again. derek confirmed that he would surely find another person, and spencer vehemently rejected the idea.

spencer hadn’t been, well spencer, derek would have patted his back or rubbed his shoulders in sympathy. but, all he could do was provide comfort in the only way spencer excepted it. and, this was through quiet emotional support. they sat in silence for a couple more moments before derek spoke up again.

“are you sure about that?” any teasing down that he might’ve held had completely dissipated. maybe spencer wasn’t willing to admit to himself how he felt, but derek could see through him clearly like a freshly cleaned window.

if spencer was alone he might have cried. but the admission of tears would in some part be an admission of guilt for how he felt. it wasn’t right the way he felt, you were his friend. and he intended to keep it that way. spencer pondered over what he might say next.

“they deserve it. after everything they’ve been through i think they deserve to at least go on one good date,” he muttered. “or two, or three-“ he trailed off. his voice lowered as he uttered the next phrase. “and if they end up with a long-term partner, that’s all the better.” there was a slight flavor of sarcasm derek felt between the lines of with spencer was actually saying. and he would be lying too, if he said that it didn’t catch him a little bit off guard.

derek didn’t respond for a moment after that. If he was being honest, he didn’t really know how to. usually spencer was pleasant, if not relatively soft spoken. well, soft spoken when he wasn’t dumping copious amounts of information on a random topic. over the past few years your habit of insisting on listening to exactly what spencer had to say rubbed off on the rest of the team. this had approved, extremely beneficial and high intensity situations. though, some team members refused to admit it.

silent glances amongst team members were exchanged when spencer had started making your coffee for you. or, when he brought in little trinkets and doodads when he went on paid leave to visit his mother. that wasn’t something anyone was really quite used to. there was a rhetorical acknowledgment of something that might be going on between the two of you.

spencer opened his mouth and closed it a few times. derek noticed this, and was shocked that spencer didn’t know what to say for once. “what if,” spencer mumbled. “there’s a part of me, a very small part of me,” he clarified, “that doesn’t…want their day to go exactly according to plan?”

he finally looked up at derek; and his expression was difficult to read. it was a mix of confusion, deep thought, and something hard to read. corner of derek’s mouth pulled up, but he wasn’t smiling nor adjusting. this was an expression that spencer was all too used to, but he deeply disliked. pity; something that seemed all too familiar to him.

“i think that’s all right.“ spencer took another step of his water, though it still remained quite untouched. “that’s how you feel. and I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with that.“

spencer looked up at him in puzzlement. this was not the answer that he had been expecting. he had been expecting to be chastised, for he should be happy for how his friend’s life was going. “they’re my best friend. i want them to be happy,” he finished, and he unmistakably meant it.

as soon as spencer had gotten home, he had knocked out like a light. the next morning at the office, he was later than he usually was. he didn’t like to be late, but the morning dragged on and on.

the train was a minute and thirty-seven seconds late, the people walking in front of him were way too slow, and most of all he just really did not want to come into work. coming into work meant he had to face you, and pretend like everything was fine.

he still made your coffee. just the way you liked it, like he did every morning. he set it on your desk next to your computer and got right to work. he had so much paperwork left over from the day previous that he had to get done. he saw you out of his periphery, and looked up and gave you as genuine a smile as he could.

“how are you doing this morning, spencer?” your inquiry was not similar to the ones you asked him every single morning. and just like every single morning, he responded with a similar answer.

he sat down his pen, took a sip of his coffee, and met your gaze. “i’m doing fine,” his voice easier to keep steady than it had been yesterday. he pulled a smile tautly across his lips. “i didn’t sleep very well last night, but that’s no big deal.”

you shot him a sympathetic gaze, before setting your things down and sitting down at your desk. “i’m sorry,” your replied.

the clear sheet in between you too provided relief; he could perhaps hide behind it and avoid looking at you.

the silence that was momentarily held was broken when you asked him a question. “how was that movie festival?” spencer instinctually fiddled with the wrist of his sweater. it was his favorite sweater, he hoped that it would help him relax more easily today.

he rested his hands atop one another on his desk, and looked at the space above your eyebrows. maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell that he wasn’t looking into your eyes, not exactly. “it was good!”he had waddled back and forth between the decision of telling you if he had gone or not. obviously, he settled on the latter.

it seemed like you were much too tired to catch on the small tells that he was lying, seeing as his voice had risen in tone and he was fiddling with his sweater sleeves. he knew when you knew that he was lying, your face held itself a certain way. in some ways, you were quite easy to read.

just the look of you made spencer’s stomach sink. he didn’t entirely know why, but he knew that it felt awful. “how was your date?” he said offhandedly as he could. he figured that that was something that he should ask.

your face lit up at the mention, and his stomach sunk even further. it was practically at his toes at this point. “it was good!” you chimed. He could tell that you were being honest, there was nothing in your face or your body that hinted that you were lying to say face. and anyway, you wouldn’t have done that. you wouldn’t lie to him.

be smiled a small smile. “that’s great! do you think you’ll go on another one?”

you thought briefly for a moment, before responding. “i think i will, we have a lot of common interest. he also has an affinity for science fiction. i think you might like him.” spencer was lost on how he should reply to this remark, surely he did not like science fiction as much as spencer did.

eventually, he settled on agreeing that science fiction was a great genre. he and your mystery man most definitely like the genre for separate reasons, but in this moment, he guessed that that didn’t matter. unfortunately, they had something in common.

the awkward nature of the conversation might’ve been lost to you, but it was not lost to spencer. he couldn’t help but feel sick at the small talk that he was being forced to endure in the moment.

finally, he felt what he had been wanting. relief. your date had gone well. you really, truly were deserving of good moments and good people. if, on the contrary, it had gone horribly awry he might’ve felt near violent.

spencer picked up his pen and continued to work on his files. he paused for a moment, and looked back up at you. he opened his mouth and closed it a couple times before deciding not to add anything else.

quickly he was drawn into his paperwork. the pencil scratched away against the paper at moore quick and paste than yesterday, and he was relieved that his mind had finally calmed.

before he could forget that this interaction ever happened, you handedly remarked some thing that he knew would stick with him, even though it was completely insignificant. “i might need help finding movies to watch with him. if we even get that far.”

if he agreed, he would have to learn more about this guy that he already had a distaste for. on the contrary, he would also spend more time with you. and there was no mistaking that he valued his time with you greatly.

“that’s what friends are for, right?”

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