#Just bringing negativity inside the house

[woodencritter]

One of the fatal flaws of this fandom is its inability to ignore hate comments

It doesn't matter how much I ignore and block, I still find out about the same discussions again and again, because the great majority, especially large accounts, are unable to protect their peace

The people has forgotten the golden rule: do not feed the trolls

There is no point on trying to defend our favorite characters from these people, they don't care, they are just here looking for a fight and this fandom always gives them that fight

I would really want these people to shut up, the only reason that these trolls return is because we continue giving them attention, as harsh as it sound, at this point this “protectors” are also part of the problem

Please PLEASE, just ignore them. “I think this character is not fucked as these people say because ...” I know. We all know. All the people who are here for love of the series knows. So I don't understand why they have to keep repeating themselves again and again. These trolls are not going to change their opinion or feel bad, they simply bloom with your reaction

So please... learn to ignore and block. Learn to stop being consumed by negative comments that only exist to bother others

[lightningzbolt]

Sims 2 CC Mega Post

I say 'mega' but there really isn't a whole lot, I just didn't wanna split it up. Anyway, yeah, I mostly and normally and prefer to make Sims 4 stuff, but I made some Sims 2 stuff for me last year and this and I figured, may as well share it. Most of these require outside meshes so keep that in mind, Sims 2 CC downloading is a bloody nightmare.

Alex Skin

So I made a custom skin with tattoos for Alex as it seemed simple enough to do. Ain't gonna look perfect, but it looks fine from a distance, same resources I used for my Sims 4 versions, so I did vector the rose and skull. I based the skin off these default replacements. You don't NEED these, but they make it so that everyone matches. Yes that site requires an account and login, it's NSFW, it has body hair and works with nudity. Because obviously I play with mods like that. I made the skin look right for Fit/Thin/Fat but I didn't bother with any age but adult nor did I bother with female, because, idc. I THINK this is Alex's hair mesh, but idfk, I have so many that look like this.

It also works in Castaway Stories, as does all of these, because I used them in it too. :> That made Alex the palest guy on the island as all the skin tones in Castaway Stories were shifted to one tone darker per. I manually put my replacement skin in that too, but I didn't have the darkest, so no body hair to them.

Streaked Jack Hair

You need this mesh to make this work. I made this for myself as I didn't really like anything else I had for him, and this is Sims 2, so I went with earlier hair, and I liked how this mesh looked. Loosely based on like this hair. I didn't bother with other ages beyond adult again. I would have if I decided to de-age him and send him to university, but I did that with Otto instead.

Again also works in Castaway Stories, as I used it, again. It's easy to import Sim's faces from 2 into the stories games.

Awsten Tricolor Hair

Awsten Red Hair

You need this mesh to make this work. The bright green in that is also great and I used that for him at first. These are his eyes too, or rather his right eye. No screenshots of the red hair, but it's just a bright plain red in case you prefer it. I made this hair as it looked okay with the colors kind of being randomly spread around the mesh. This is his outfit btw. Again only works with adult as far as I'm aware.

BONER Shirt

R&R Shirt

NoRegRetsShirt

JALEXShirt

BMTHShirt1

BMTHShirt2

BMTHShirt3

BMTHShirt4

You need this mesh to make these work. All of these are Everyday fashion only by account of only the Everyday category having the option for separates and these are all tops. Don't ask me what pants I use, I have so many downloaded, but these work with all of them.

As it turns out I didn't take screenshots of all of these ingame, but maybe these help with that.

PTV Hoodie

DropDead Hoodie

You need this mesh for the PTV hoodie. I don't THINK the DD hoodie needs anything external, I compared it to a vanilla mesh and it seemed to line up. I don't know, I made it last December and I didn't log everything I did. Like the shirts above, Everyday category only as they are tops.

As a bonus, here's some misc Sims 2 screenshots to hit the image limit, including this stuff and with no context to my game. I know most people on modern computers play with The Ultimate Collection, but I installed it via discs, and a few ISOs as I didn't feel like spending $30+ for a few missing stuff packs on eBay. :) Pretty sure those ISOs are why my game is British and I have to always manually set the clock and a few other small things every time I load it. Not a big deal to me, just felt I'd mention for clarity. Castaway Stories is from an ISO too as have you SEEN those prices on eBay?! I have Sims 3 on Disc too, 100%, never made any CC for it tho. I love how Sims 2 was out at the peak of, ahem, mid to late 2000s culture so a lot of CC for it is of it's time in the best possible way. I kept this theme going with adding in custom music that ONLY existed from before 2009 (so 2008 is my cut-off date) and it's fun only hearing music of the era ingame. :) I DID make stuff for Sims 1 too years ago but I don't know how I even really did it so idk how to make more and also I don't care that much. I wanted to try playing with Alex and Jack in Sims 1 too but I kept getting fucked up files that didn't work or look right and I didn't know what I needed to do to make it right and I didn't wanna waste more time than I already did trying to make their faces. I do have semi-not ugly faces and outfits for a couple others tho.

Oh yeah, all this stuff is made in the Body Shop and GIMP for textures.

Whole SimFileShare Folder

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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: You’re Joel’s new neighbor, a single mom with a baby who he finds himself wanting to help. Especially when one night you panic and he drives you to the hospital with your daughter, only beginning a closer relationship that leads to more..]

“Look at me” his look almost hypnotizing you.

“I’m not lettin’ you drive like this”

Part one

fluff

Being new in a neighborhood as a single mother was something you never saw for yourself. Life had its way of surprising you lately but, you promised yourself you would only make the best of it. Your husband having left you a few months back when your daughter was only 4 months old, you vowed to move and start over somewhere far…and so here you were.

Lucky enough to work from home, you were able to work on your own schedule and be there for your ten month old daughter Emery. Of course there were times when you became so overwhelmed dealing with everything on your own. One of the negative aspects of having no family close by, but you were lucky enough to have a neighbor like Joel Miller. Joel and his brother Tommy were both gentleman and Sarah was a sweetheart.

That afternoon you drove home after grocery shopping, Joel was in the front cleaning out his garage just as you pulled in. He watched as you got out of the car and strapped your baby to your chest, whispering something to her as you proceeded to grab a few bags, just as you did, one of the bags broke.

“Of course” You sighed, but just before you attempted to crouch down Joel’s voice surprised you.

“I got it” he picked up what fell onto the floor and proceeded to take the other bags out of your hands.

“Oh I- thank you. This is so embarrassing” you chuckled awkwardly.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be embarrassed about, honey. I’ll bring these up for you” you smiled before leading him to the door.

Of course, he had come inside once before, the day he helped bring your boxes inside the house after moving in. The next day you had made him and his family a fresh batch of cookies that his daughter loved. Ever since, the two of you always enjoyed some casual conversation whenever you found each other out front. You remember the day you were watering your plants with Emery strapped to your chest, he walked over to you and greeted you with a smile.

“She’s awake now” he looked down at her as she looked up at him curiously.

“Oh you got your mamas beautiful eyes huh” he chuckled at her expression before looking back at you with a look that made you blush..

- -

“You really are something else, Joel. I can’t thank you enough” he followed you into the kitchen and proceeded to place your items on the table.

“Ain’t no bother to me, besides I know ya got your hands full” he motioned towards Emery sleeping on your chest.

“If I could be of help in any way, I’m right next door” he assured you with a nod.

“I really appreciate that” you smiled just as Emery began to whimper. He watched as you gently tapped her back and rocked her to a calm sleep.

“Mamas right here” you whispered looking down at her. Watching you with your daughter he couldn’t help but remember when Sarah was that age, except she never had her mother to hold her and rock her to sleep.

“She’s lucky to have you, you’re doin’ great.”His compliment lit up your eyes, it was nice to hear after feeling like a complete mess.

“I’m glad someone thinks so” you whispered brushing your hand gently down Emerys back.

“It’s been real hard with it being just us” you sighed thinking about the day your ex left you. “How could someone have such a beautiful baby and not want to be there for them?” Joel knew this feeling all too well.

“I guess that’s a question that we will never have answered” he responded. You looked up at him slightly surprised, you never asked any questions but you did always wonder where Sarah’s mother was.

“How’d you do it?” You asked looking up at him.

“It was tough…still is…there’s always somethin’ new to learn-“

“Must’ve done something right, she’s a good kid” you softy interjected. His eyes softened on you before he cleared his throat and looked at the time.

“Gotta actually get goin’ now, pickin’ her up from school today since I’m off”

“Of course. Thank you again, Joel”

“You’re welcome, darlin’” he gave you a nod before letting himself out.

Later that very night, you noticed Emery seemed more cranky than usual. Feeling how warm she was you took her temperature, and just as you expected, she had a fever. Immediately calling her doctor, you followed his instructions but still felt anxious. Nothing seemed to be calming her down nor bringing her fever down. This had to be one of the very moments you severely regretted moving far from your family. Your mother wasn’t answering and your friends didn’t have children them selves to know what to do. Looking out the window you could see Joel’s truck in his driveway, you wondered if you should go next door, but part of you felt a bit stupid doing so. Hearing your baby cry, you finally gave in and quickly made your way outside with your daughter on your chest.

After a desperate knock Joel was thankfully the one to open the door with an immediate look of concern with how you looked.

“Joel, I’m so sorry-“

“What’s wrong?” He looked down at Emery as she cried.

“I don’t know-“ you began to panic.

“Emery- um, she’s had a fever and it’s not going down, she’s not eating, I called her doctor but-“

“Hey, hey- it’s alright, slow down, darlin’, come inside-“ he pulled you in closing the door behind you.

“What did the doctor say?” He asked with his hands on his hips.

You took a deep breath.

“He told me to give her Tylenol, he told me to try a cool bath if she still had a fever but nothings working and she doesn’t stop crying and-“ you began to panic again as she continued to cry. Rocking her was useless at this point but you found your body continuing to automatically do so.

“I think I’m just gonna take her to the hospital, I’m sorry I don’t know why I came here-“ you quickly turned feeling as stupid as one could possibly feel just as Joel caught you by your arm.

“Let me drive you”

“N-no it’s fine I can, I can um-“ you couldn’t even complete your sentences, your mind running a mile a minute until Joel took a hold of your hand and pulled you toward him.

“Look at me” his look almost hypnotizing you.

“I’m not lettin’ you drive like this, I’m gonna take you and I’ll stay with you there. Alright?” He spoke gently yet stern.

Slowly you nodded and took a breath to collect yourself.

Joel helped you pack what you needed and took the baby in her car seat ahead of you. Him taking over gave you some kind of relief that you needed in that moment. Strapping her in, you sat beside her in the back of his truck attempting to talk to her as she continued to cry.

“Alright she’s set” he quickly got in the drivers seat and pulled out the driveway.

Silently he watched from the rear view mirror how worried you were, caressing your daughter and whispering to her, he wished he could do something more to calm you down.

“She’s gonna be fine” you looked up to see he had his eyes on you. There was nothing you could say but he could see the appreciation for his comfort that you felt.

Once arriving at the hospital seeing your daughter in distress, the doctors wasted no time in taking over. Immediately they bought her to a room that quickly filled up with nurses and more doctors. The sight overwhelming you Joel delicately placed his hand on your waist and pulled you back.

“Let them do what they have to do” his gentle voice whispered in your ear. You nodded without taking your eyes off Emery and held onto Joel’s hand.

After everything had calmed down, the doctors left the room giving you space to be with your daughter. Rushing beside Emery, you saw she had finally stopped crying, alert she was staring up at you.

“Hi baby” you whispered as a nurse entered a room with paperwork.

“Dad, we need you to sign some papers” you both quickly looked up.

“Oh um-he’s, um- I can sign it” you stood up and awkwardly took the papers as Joel stood silently beside you.

After a few tests and what felt like forever the doctors were able to let you know that she was clear of all the possible dangers that it could be. With a relief you sighed just happy to see your daughter was calm and her fever was going down.

“Looks like it could be a simple virus but since she’s so young it had a greater affect on her but her breathing sounds fine, her eyes look good. Maybe you can try feeding her again see if she drinks her milk” the doctor recommended.

Once he left the room you did as he said, sitting on the rocking chair by the bed. Placing a towel over you, Joel realized you were about to breastfeed and quickly turned away to leave.

“Ill give you some privacy”

“It’s ok, I’m covered. You can stay” you assured him as you began to feed Emery. Joel still didn’t turn your way, rubbing the back of his neck he walked around the room awkwardly unsure of what to do.

“Thank God she’s eating” you sighed.

“She didn’t want anything earlier” you continued as Joel hesitantly turned to you.

“Thank you for coming with me” you looked up at him to find him staring at you with that soft look again.

“Of course” he whispered.

“I remember one night when Sarah was one, she had a fever that wouldn’t go down. She developed hives from the fever and man I didn’t know what the hell I was doin’” he continued.

“I came rushin’ here and they took good care of her but it was a scary moment.” You could see how he got lost in the memory before his eyes met yours again.

“I know the feelin’ of needing someone to be there. I’m glad you came to me when ya did”

You smiled softly.

“I appreciate your help so much, I just feel horrible cause you’re going to be exhausted tomorrow. I’m so sorry-“

“Hey” he stepped closer to you crouching down to your level.

“I’ll be fine, you don’t worry about me alright? I told you to come find me if you needed help.”

“Well, I owe you” you whispered.

“Well them cookies you made last time were pretty damn good” he winked making you laugh.

The ride home was quiet, Emery had been relaxed and you soon felt your eyes begin to close. Although you struggled to keep them open, your exhaustion completely took over and you fell asleep. Once Joel pulled into your driveway he noticed you had fallen asleep next to Emery. Quietly he took her in her car seat and walked up to you front door. Hoping you had a spare key somewhere he reached over the door and looked under the rug until he found a key hidden between a crack on the wall and let himself inside.

Having Emery face the door he crouched down to her and smiled at her.

“Watch this” he whispered.

Joel went back out and returned with you in his arms asleep. Closing the door slowly with his leg, he carried you up the stairs to your bed and gently lay you down. So exhausted from your worries, you were in a deep sleep. Joel brushed your hair gently out of your face before covering you with a blanket and going back downstairs.

“Looks like it’s just me and you, kid” Joel whispered to Emery before taking her out of her car seat.

After some time you slowly began to wake up, having felt so relaxed in your sleep you sretched with ease before thinking of Emery. That’s when you realized you were no longer in the hospital and jumped out of the bed.

“Emery?!” You ran down the stairs in a panic to find Joel standing in your living room swaying slowly back and forth.

“Shh” he placed his finger over his lips as you caught your breath.

“She just fell asleep” slowly you walked towards them watching as Joel looked down at her. Slightly confused with how you even got home or how long you were asleep, you brushed your hand over your hair. Joel seemed to have everything under control, a deep hum coming from his lips making you look up at him, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re pretty good at this” you whispered.

“Sarah used to like it when I sang to her, I think she likes it too”

“Looks like she does.”

Joel lay Emery down in her crib as you stood by the door, it was sight you never pictured your neighbor to be apart of.

But it was sweet.

Looking at your watch it was two in the morning, you gasped making him quickly look back at you.

“I’m sorry-“ you whispered as he walked towards you.

“I didn’t realize how late it was and I was sleeping and you-“ you backed up giving him space to close the door behind him.

“Now what did I tell you?” He leaned towards you, speaking gently with a playful tone.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I told you not to worry bout me, I’m just glad you weren’t alone tonight” the sincerity in his tone silenced you.

“Me too” you smiled before getting lost in your thoughts.

“How’d you even get in?” You couldn’t help but wonder. Joel walked beside you heading down the stairs.

“About that, I found the key easily today but, don’t make it too easy to find. Wouldn’t want the wrong person getting their hands on it.” He stopped at the bottom of the steps in front of the door and turned to you.

“Ain’t tryna scare ya, darlin’ but you’re a woman alone with a baby here, just gotta be careful alright?”

You nodded silently.

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful” you looked down fidgeting with your fingers.

Joel unexpectedly tilted your head up with his index finger, making you look directly at him.

“Listen…I know ya got scared today but you did good, ya hear me?”

“Yes” you teared up but did your best to hold yourself together.

“I owe you” you whispered not realizing how quickly he became distracted by your soft lips. His dark eyes looked back up into yours, his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

“Come over for dinner” he suggested.

“Dinner?”

“On me, make you a nice home meal…I mean Sarah don’t think I cook too good but I could make a mean steak” you couldn’t help but laugh playfully and lightly shoving his chest. Joel liked to see you happy, he was beginning to realize your smile was his favorite thing about you.

“So whaddya say?” You could tell he really hoped you would accept his offer, the moment you nodded he looked relieved.

“I’d love to” you smiled with excitement when unexpectedly he grabbed your face and kissed you. The kiss sending a shock through your system, your hands gently falling flat on his chest. His hands slowly making its way to your hips pulling you in closer before you gently pulled yourself away. Looking up at him you bit your bottom lip with a smile. A part of you wanting him to stay, while the other felt hesitant, afraid to start anything with anyone.

“I better get goin’” he whispered. Silently you nodded as he slowly let his hands slide off your body, taking a step back with a smile before walking off..

(Im going to continue this story, just please be patient with me, I promise I’ll work on it.) thank you

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[niwaart]

DIFFERENT WORLD, DIFFERENT FAMILY.

(Introduction, part1....)

Y/N woke up to a sound... not a completely quiet sound... which had a lot of meanings... and not good ones at all... Well let's think positively.. Why didn't Dick come to her room this morning? Maybe he's still asleep... or maybe he's preparing some kind of surprise? No... today isn't her birthday or even Mother's Day... that's okay, maybe he's with Jason planning a new prank? Yeah yeah... so why didn't Bruce wake her up?... Maybe he's busy with some case... or maybe he's making breakfast for the kids... that's right... no need to worry...

She stood up from the bed slowly and gracefully... If Jason was planning a prank with Dick then that meant she had to be careful not to fall for it... It's easy, expect the unexpected and you'll be fine... (almost)... She walked to the door after making sure the door didn't hold any traps, she walked out of the room but there was an uneasy feeling inside her... Like something was wrong... But no negative thoughts! Only positive ones!

“Okay Y/N you can do this, don’t freak out, this is just a prank..” Y/N walked through the hallways, while noticing some paintings missing… Where were the pictures of her with her kids? And her husband? Dick or Jason can’t take them, they know they are precious… Something is wrong… Something is wrong this morning. Out of panic, Y/N ran downstairs screaming “Dick!! Jason!! Bruce!! Where are you!!!"

When she reached the basement she saw breakfast ready on the dining table her tension eased for a second before it returned again and more so to find that there was a strange man in a formal uniform inside the kitchen of her house... Who is this?... Her shock was not enough yet as she looked again at the dining table and saw that there was a small child... This is not Little Dick or Jason... Who is this?... And beside the small boy there is another boy who looks older but is very thin and looks tired... Who is this?... And at the top of the table there is a man... Wait... It's Bruce! "Bruce! What's happening? Where are the children? Who are these?" She said in panic while Bruce who stopped drinking his coffee when she entered looked at her with suspicion and confusion

“I can’t believe it, Father… Why didn’t you tell us that you brought a strange woman… It’s not your habit to bring one of your relationships home.” The little boy remembered in a tone that was familiar to Y/N.

“No… I don’t remember bringing anyone home with me… Who are you?” Bruce stood up from his seat cautiously, who knows, maybe you’re a villain in disguise. Y/N looked at Bruce carefully… Now did her husband always look so old? With so many wrinkles? And the signs of fatigue under his eyes looked like they were from years ago and not just last night… No… Take her husband, in a split second she wanted to pull out her weapon… A small dagger from the top of her leg, but she was surprised that her weapon was not there…

“Are you looking for this?” The young boy pointed to the dagger he was holding… whenever he could… Y/N instinctively stepped back and got into a defensive stance. “Who are you… where are my kids… and what are you doing in my house… let me warn you that I am not an easy person to play with… and you better answer honestly and quickly because I am not very patient with strangers.”

The skinny boy was watching all this wearily as he drank his coffee uninterested... The strange man in formal clothes approached... He looked like a butler with his gait

“Excuse me, miss, but do you know where you are right now?” The butler looked at her in confusion at her words.

“Alfred, don’t interfere, and stay away, she might be one of the bad guys.” The man who looked like her husband Bruce replied…

“Father, can I hold her?” The little boy said as he asked his father’s permission

Y/N prepared to attack and defend herself, she will not spare anyone who takes her children... It's okay her husband will be fine, but her children are a red line and anyone who crosses it will die. Bruce looked at Y/N with a strange, unreadable expression... Was he thinking? Was he planning? Y/N didn't understand what he was thinking... He was just like her husband, unreadable... "Okay, Damian, hold her, but don't hurt her, and stay careful." Bruce's lookalike said to the small boy... Damian? Did he just say Damian? Y/N looked at the child carefully... Is this Damian? Her child? No, Damian is 22 now, not a child... But.. But... He looks like Damian when he was a child!

Damian smiled widely, "This will be so easy." Damian ran towards Y/N who was lost in thought and tried to attack her neck with the plan of making her pass out but what surprised him was that the next second he found himself face down on the ground pinned... What?

Bruce, the skinny boy, and the man named Alfred were surprised.. while Y/N was shocked by the movements of the boy who looked like her son Damian a moment ago... those were the movements of her son Damian when he first came home... "You.. who are you... where is my family... where are my children and husband.. " she said while keeping Damian still under her. "You little one.. what's your mother's name?.." Bruce stepped forward carefully to make sure she wouldn't do anything to Damian. "Leave the boy alone... what do you want? And children are you talking about? You're in Wayne's house now... my house.."

Y/N wanted to tighten her grip but she didn't want to hurt the little boy who looked like her son. She just held him down so he couldn't move. "I know I'm at Wayne's house, this is my house, and I own the place, don't you dare even call it your house." Y/N looked seriously at Bruce who was worried about the little boy. Behind him stood the skinny boy, Alfred. "You!! Let go of me now!" Damian tried to get himself out from under the strange woman... How was she able to stop his attack? And pin him down so well he couldn't move a bone!

Bruce looked at the woman in shock… Her house? How so? She must be lying… Wait… The ring… The ring the woman is holding… It’s the same ring as his dead mother’s… How…! “You… Who are you?… How did you get my mother’s ring?” Bruce looked at the woman in shock, did she steal his valuables? How dare you!… Y/N looked at the man in shock… His mother’s ring? No, that’s her mother-in-law’s ring. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother-in-law’s ring you son of a bitch! Where are my kids!!” Y/N was sick of all this, she didn’t want to waste any more time, her kids must be waiting for her now… Scared and wanting to go home…

Before Bruce could say anything, the skinny boy stepped in front of Bruce. “Wait a minute, who are your children?” the skinny boy said. “Tim no…” Bruce couldn’t finish his sentence until the boy called Tim stopped him again. “Calm down Bruce.”

Y/N looked at the skinny boy… Tim? Timothy? No… No, her son Tim isn’t skinny, he has a distinctive mark on his cheek… So no… that’s not her son either. “What do you mean who are my children?” Y/N looked at Tim with confusion and impatience.

“I mean their names, what are your children’s names, maybe we can help you find them. And don’t say that we kidnapped them, you’re in a different world now. This is not the same world you were befor.” Tim said calmly, not saying it was a beautiful day, not saying anything unfriendable. Everyone looked at Tim in shock.

“What do you mean, is this a joke? I swear if I get even a scratch on one of my children, I’ll dig your grave with my own hands!” Y/N said. In disbelief, while Damian was still struggling to get out of her grip and Bruce was waiting for him, Tim looked at him in confusion.

“What do you mean by that, Tim? How did you figure that out?” Bruce asked questioningly, Tim calmly answered him as he held up Y/N’s dagger, “With this dagger, if you look closely, you’ll notice Arabic letters written on it, and this is Damian’s handwriting without a doubt, and it says ‘Happy Birthday, Mom’ and there’s a little Robin sign on it, and the other thing is how she showed up in the house out of the blue, no one could just walk in like that with the heavy security in the house, and also she stopped Damian like she was used to his movements, which means she knew Damian from before.”

“I don’t know this woman!!” Danian said angrily. He was tired of being like this! “Get away from me!!” Damian tried to struggle again to get out, but it was no use.

Bruce looked at the dagger thinking, it was really his son's handwriting, and there was Robin's mark, which meant she knew their true identities at night, and also it wasn't the first time someone came from another world, so it could be true. Y/N thought about it, first the missing pictures in the house, and her children but... younger and with some differences, and her husband but with wrinkles that made him look old, and a strange man unknown until now. She looked at the little boy below her. "Damian?... You're Damian? Talia al Ghul's son? Ra's al Ghul's grandson?"

Damian sighed in annoyance and anger, “How do you know my mother and grandfather?” Y/N was surprised for a moment… so it was really Damian, her little son, and not a lookalike.

"دايمان، أنت هو حقا! طفلي! ... " Y/N said in Arabic which surprised Damian.

《Damian, you are him! My son!》

“You… how do you know…” Damian said in shock. Y/N immediately let go of him and helped him up and adjusted his clothes. “You’re the one who taught me, kiddo. I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you somewhere?” Y/N said apologetically as she gently held his hand. Damian was still in shock. Bruce was convinced that Y/N was from another world now. “So I guess it was just a misunderstanding? Well, if you don’t mind, I don’t want breakfast to get cold, so everyone have a seat now.” Alfred said, who was followed by Tim to sit in his seat, while Y/N took the dagger and handed it to Damian. “I don’t think you remember this, but this gift is my most precious thing, and of course it’s a useful gift.”

Damian took the dagger and examined it. It looked like the one he had now… but this one looked old… as if it had been used hundreds of times. Damian let out a yelp when Y/N suddenly picked him up. “Hey! Let go of me! Now!!” Y/N ignored Damian as she placed him in his seat and sat next to him. Tim who had been enjoying it from the start, from Y/N pinning him down to holding him like a little baby, laughed. Damian, his face red with anger, and probably embarrassed, mumbled curse words in Arabic.

“Hey, I can understand you, don’t forget that.” She pinched his cheek but he slapped her hand away. “Don’t touch me!” Y/N laughed at Damian’s reaction. “Oh my god, you remind me of when you were sixteen.. You were always so intolerant of me, and mean, but I got used to you.”

Alfred placed breakfast in front of Y/N as she silently thanked him. “But Damian is sixteen now..” Bruce said looking at Y/N in confusion. “Uh… Well… That’s true.. Given his size, but in my world Damian is twenty-two now.”

Everyone looked at Y/N in shock except for Alfred who was bringing the green tea as requested by Y/N. “Yes, and Timmy? You’re 20, Jason’s 16, and Dick’s 12.”

Tim wasn't much surprised... when he knew that in another world he was twenty...it is only two years older than now... but what surprised him the most was that Dick is only 12?!! And Jason is 16?!! How?! "Wait, can I ask Bruce's age in another world? And Alfred too" Tim said very curiously... his hand itching to get his notebook to record.

Y/N looked at Tim with a gentle smile, he was like her child in her original world. Curious. “Bruce is 54... As for Alfred... Well... There was no one named Alfred..”

This time Bruce was the one who was surprised, how did Bruce live in your world without Alfred?... "And what is your relationship with the Wayne family?" Bruce looked at his mother's ring on Y/N's finger.... Could it be that she...

"I am Bruce Wayne's wife, Y/N."

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Characters Headcanons

The Crew's Love Language ft. You

Captain Curly

Words of Affirmation

The captain is well-known for having his vocabulary overflowing with encouraging and uplifting words, a stellar reputation for giving good pep talks

Deep inside, he always loved hearing words of praise from the people he cared about the most. He always valued the affirmations from them, a foolproof method to make him smile and feel loved

For him, words are like fire, and people can either use them to warm someone up or burn a whole damn city

He never raises his voice at you when it comes to negative emotions, never when he's angry, frustrated, or panicked

He, however, is so enthusiastic when congratulating you or when he's excited about the topic you're both talking about

Your heart (and belly) can't help but feel very warm with the way he uses his words with his deep tone. If a kid asked you how a space superhero would sound, you'd bring Curly forward

With his effort to stay optimistic, you always make sure to tell him an encouraging word or sweet strands of praise whenever you see him and after he does something

"Captain, remember to stay hydrated, you're doing great, sir."

"You always know how to put the crew at ease, Cap. Appreciate it"

"You're so reliable, gosh, thank you!"

Every praise and affirmation you throw his way makes him blush and stutter, a polar opposite to his status

You make it a duty to compliment him sincerely. The hunk of a man ends up having a red face every time he receives your sweet words to the point that the crew teases him for it

"Cap, what's red and stutters?"

"I swear, Jimm--"

"Oh, oh! I know!"

"Come on, Daisuke, not you to--"

"You, after talkin' to Y/N."

The captain, co-pilot, and intern stared at Swansea’s retreating back after he butted into a conversation that the mechanic would find ridiculous even being a part of

You also made sure to never—I MEAN NEVER—use words against him, especially with secrets or information that he exclusively told you about (probably the reason why you and Jimmy ended the Captain's birthday party with knives at each other's throats)

Mechanic Swansea

Acts of Service

The old man was raised in a household where serving your family is the ultimate display of love

His father scoffed after reaching the last part of young Swansea's greeting in the Christmas card he gave him:

"I love you? Boy, you can't even make a decent cut on that firewood from a while ago"

"I love you's" are just empty words for him. When you really want to reach into his head and hammer some sense on how you feel about him, you gotta show it

However, unlike his father, he doesn't need a grand display of actions to know and notice. He actually prefers the little things you do:

Remembering his coffee preference and making it every morning

Giving him a massage in the area his hands seem to knead frequently

Putting his socks on before work

Giving him a pedicure (after leveraging that he'd eat you in bed for the whole night)

He also holds himself up to the same standard, always doing chores around the house whenever you're busy:

No stocks of pads and tampons? He'll make sure he gets the right brand you always get

Your favorite furniture that you inherited needs varnishin'? He's on it.

Your daughter's birthday is coming up, but you're too ill to make the cake? He ain't a baker, but he'd be damned if he won't at least try

"Daddd, is this... is this meat... on my birthday cake?"

"S'called 'cake of love' for a reason, darlin'. You don't question its ingredients. It's made of love"

What makes your heart flutter is not having to tell him all the things that need to be done. He knows what's lacking and what you need

When there are times you have to vocalize your concerns, he'll simply nod, and after a moment, it's done

Co-pilot Jimmy

Physical Touch

*Sighs* Need I say more?

Jimmy is the type who’s not comfortable with PDA, but he can't seem to keep his hands off of you when he feels threatened, (especially when Curly is having a casual conversation with you)

You can't blame the guy; he doesn't even understand how you fell for him somehow, but he's not complaining, and he most definitely will not let you go (possessive boi is a touchy boi)

His touches are not always sensual, and it actually surprises you how gentle he is when holding you

Whenever you're busy, he'd pass by to squeeze your waist or brush a touch on your lower back

When you're both around each other but are doing different tasks, he'd make sure to have a part of you touching him:

A hand on the thigh

A leg over your thighs

His head on your chest or shoulder or thighs (the boy's got magnets on your thighs, what can I say?)

And his personal favorite: having you sit between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.

One time, a frustrated Curly called you. It's been a week since Jimmy left for his job-training, and you weren't aware that someone was also getting through a torturous week like you and Jimmy

The captain was at the other end of his friend's damp mood

"I don't know what you do to him, Y/N. He's a completely different person when he's with you"

"Hmm, how bout massaging his hand, cap. It improves his mood, and it always works"

"..."

"Hello? Curly?"

"...Y/N, are you trying to get me killed? It works because you're the one doing it!"

Intern Daisuke

Quality Time and Giving Gifts

The boy loves spending time with you. He doesn't need to plan for what to do during those times you'd be together because he always finds ways to make you enjoy it so much that you have to keep a wristwatch to check how much time has passed

He's known to be a yapper but not the type of yapper that tires you

The man has a lot of questions for you to the point that you're concerned that he knows more information about yourself than you

Pointing out things he notices you do, like looking slightly at the right when you're lying or knowing how many moles are in your face and neck

It doesn't creep you out though, you picked up that he's very observant when he's interested and that flatters you that he take mental notes of these small things just by being around him

Whenever he knows that you won't be seeing him for a while, he makes sure that you know what he'll be doing and where he'll go

Basically the main reason when the crew - especially Swansea - would look for him, they'll go straight to you

"Hey kid, where's that boy again?"

"Toilet, Swansea. He said it's a raging diarr--"

"Yeah yeah, toilet's fine. geez."

Daisuke also buys you trinkets he finds that remind him of you—from crocheted baby mushrooms to obscure plastic eyeball keychains

"I understood the frog keychain last week, but... a turd plushie?"

"Cause I feel shitty when we're apart"

"Valid"

His gifts are very specific and you even cried one time in a store trying to outgift him, spoiler, you can't. He never makes you feel bad about it, he always claimed that he takes pride at being the Leslie Knope of the real world (iykyk)

Nurse Anya

Quality Time

She strongly believes that spending time with someone is the core of a relationship

She definitely isn’t the person to be clingy - nope, she's a queen with self-worth. If you don't want to spend time with her, don't expect her to chase you

The more you spend time with her, though, the more she opens up. For her, trust is something earned over time, and you made the effort to build that trust brick by brick

After falling for her harder, your trips to the medbay became more frequent with "accidental injuries"

"Hey, miss Anya."

"Hey y/n, kindly be careful. Don’t want you to have your 4th visit this week."

"Heh, what can I say? I hate breaking the streak. Gotta keep you on your toes."

"Y/N, it’s still Wednesday."

"Good time to give you your once-a-week training, right?"

Once she’s comfortable with you, her affection shows in the little things:

Putting your vitamins and supplements on accessible places because she knows you forget taking them

Giving you random psychology tests after finding out that you loved them

Or being comfortable enough to nap on your shoulders (you earned that trust on the hundred and tenth day)

You don't even have to talk while being together; as long as both of you are around each other, her shoulders relax, and her face is at peace

[nereidprinc3ss]

hii i love love how u write spencer omds🥸

uhh i was wondering if you could write sth based off the song “we’ll never have sex” by leith ross? pls dont feel pressured to write this btw😭😭😭 hope ur having a good day lovely💗💗

hello my love i have no self control so this is extremely long and plotty but i love this song and i hope that this is any good at all crying emoji (i'm on a laptop LOL) enjoy!!

warnings/tags: angst/fluff, fem!reader, negative self-talk from reader, mentions of past sexual coercion/feeling used, mentions of past excessive drinking to combat social anxiety, ive been watching a lot of new girl lately and i think it shows, SO FRIENDS TO LOVERS, happy ending

You weren’t expecting to end up on Spencer Reid’s worn-leather couch at two in the morning, clutching a chipped mug of coffee in your hands as you listen to the sounds of the city from the street below. But there you are, sitting with your legs folded under you, in your favorite dress and first date-night makeup (now bleeding and smudged from all the crying.) And realizing that despite considering him one of your closest friends, you haven’t been to his apartment in a long time. There are, of course, good reasons for that—but you try to push those from your mind. 

“I’m really sorry about this,” you sigh, staring at your warped reflection in the glassy black surface of your coffee. Spencer is coming out of the small kitchen, now bearing his own cup. 

“Please, stop apologizing.” 

You glance up, tentatively studying him from behind the safety of your mug. While he may not have been asleep when you knocked on his door ten minutes ago, lachrymose and barely verbal, he must have been getting ready for bed. He’s clad in patterned pajama pants, mismatched socks, and an FBI crewneck that is just big enough to reveal the collar of the tee-shirt underneath. He’s already taken out his contacts, and you were startled by the reminder that he also has glasses. 

“So...” he begins, bringing you back to the present moment, “we don't have to talk about anything, if you don’t want to, but...” 

You sigh, watching coffee bubbles swirl like stars in a galaxy. 

“It’s fine. Honestly, I’m kind of embarrassed. I didn’t really think, I just... ended up here.” 

“Yeah... where did you come from?” he laughs quietly. “Not that I’m complaining. But I recall you not living super close by.” 

“No, no. I was actually on a date. Kind of.” 

“Ah.” There’s a beat of silence, and ostensibly Spencer is waiting for you to say more, but instead you take a sip from your mug. “At two in the morning?” You nod dully, staring at the labyrinthine pattern of the Persian rug.  

“I’m taking it that it wasn’t a very good date...?” 

A whoosh of air escapes from your puffed cheeks. 

“No it was not. Not by the end, anyway. It actually started really well, which made it even more disappointing when he...” you laugh, but there’s not much humor in it. “Well, when he kicked me out of his car on a street corner because I didn’t want to sleep with him.” 

You don’t look to see Spencer’s reaction—only take another long, baleful sip of coffee and ignore the heavy silence.  

“I’m really sorry. You... you deserve so much better than that.” 

An attempt at a jaded scoff from you falls flat. 

“Yeah, well. Tell that to the last three white house interns I’ve gone on dates with. It’s the same thing every time.” 

“Have you considered going on fewer dates with white house interns...?” The nervous humor is a thin veil over genuine critique. You shrug, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“It’s not just them. Every single guy I’ve liked since I was 15 has been like this. Even my past relationships, I felt like I was almost... tricked into, you know? I mean, these guys, they act all understanding and willing to take it slow or whatever, until you’re in a relationship, and suddenly they’re guilt tripping you so hard and making you feel so obligated to...” you catch yourself just in time, glancing up at Spencer. You’re not sure what to make of his expression. The drawn brow and slightly squinted eyes trained so intently on you could be sympathy, or anger, or pity, or apathy—you look away, not sure you even want to know what he’s thinking. “Sorry. You don’t need to hear all about that. Basically romance is exhausting and since I’ll clearly be single forever I’m considering running away to join a nunnery.” 

When he doesn’t respond for too long, you look back up quizically. 

“I’m not sure you know what romance actually is,” he says as soon as your gaze meets his, like the eye-contact activated some kind of hair-trigger in his vocal box. 

You blink, lowering the coffee cup to your lap. 

Says Spencer Reid? 

“...sorry?” 

He flushes, stammering to clarify himself. 

“I just meant—I—I know I’m not exactly fighting women off with a stick—” he interrupts himself with a self-conscious (adorable) laugh— “but... but I have been in love, at least once.”  

“Maeve,” you say, gently—trying to shove down bitter guilt as you remember how jealous you’d been when Spencer had first told you about her. “I remember.” 

He swallows and nods. 

“We never even met—we just talked. All the time. I had no idea what she looked like. But it didn’t matter at all. Because I knew her, and I loved her. Maybe things would have gone further if I hadn’t been calling her from public phone booths, but that wasn’t the most important thing to either of us. We were still in love.” You try to shut out the sharp ache in your chest. Being jealous of the way he speaks about a dead woman is so wrong.  

“What I’m trying to say is that romance isn’t solely about sex, or even physical appearance. It sounds to me like you’ve been with a lot of men who don’t understand that. And it would be such a shame for you to write romance off in general before you even get to experience it. You are... an extraordinary woman. You’re funny, and intelligent, and kind, and so capable of being loved. One day, someone is going to see beyond your pulchritude and prove that to you. I hope you let them try.” 

More tears blur the pattern on the rug, pooling in the rims of your eyes before spilling down your cheeks in fast, fat drops. Shakily you set the cup down, resting your elbows on your knees and hiding your face in your hands. You sniff once. Twice. Shake your head quickly, attempting to wipe the tears away without further smearing your makeup everywhere. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Spencer breathes, leaning forward but obviously unsure how to comfort you. “Please don’t cry, I wasn’t--I was trying to do the opposite of this.” 

“No, I’m sorry! You didn’t have to—you didn’t—I’m sorry. That was way too nice.” 

But you're not crying because he was nice.  

Someone will love you, but not me. That’s all you can hear. 

His voice is a mere whisper when he next speaks. 

“I meant every word.” 

You take a shuddering breath, allowing yourself a moment of reprieve behind the peaceful black of your eyelids. You can’t be looking at his face when you say what you’re about to say. 

“I had a crush on you for the longest time, you know.” 

Ringing silence. But it doesn’t last as long as you’d imagined. It’s not as world ending. 

“Had?” 

The little smile in his voice is like a fist around your heart. 

“Yeah. You know what changed?” 

“What’s that?” 

Absolutely nothing. 

“Every time I got super drunk and started hitting on you, you’d just drive me home. And I did it a lot. Like, for months. But you were such a gentleman. It drove me fucking crazy. So eventually I figured you just didn’t like me and I gave up.” 

Another stretch of silence. A breeze comes in from the open window, fluttering the curtains and cooling the tears on your face. His response is sad when it finally comes. 

“You thought I didn’t like you because I didn’t try to take advantage of you when you were drunk?” 

“Pretty much.” You smile ruefully, fingertips still pressed over your eyes. “God, listen to me. No wonder I get treated like garbage.” 

“Stop. Don’t talk about yourself like that. Did you hear anything I just said?” 

You sniff, looking to the ceiling. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. It was really sweet.” 

More silence. 

“But you don’t believe it.” 

A bitter laugh poisons the air around you. 

“I don’t know.  I’m kind of tired of waiting for someone to prove it to me. Just for once, I want someone to be interested in me beyond having sex in the back of their fucking... Range Rover, or whatever. Like, maybe all that stuff you said is true, but there’s no evidence to support it, and I know logically you’re probably right but I can’t help wondering if... if I’m the outlier. Maybe there just isn’t someone for me like that. Maybe I’m just gonna be the sex in the back of the Range Rover girl forever.” 

A noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob forces itself from your throat and you bury your face in your hands again, shaking your head. 

“Wow, I am so sorry,” you say a little too loudly, “I did not mean to be this honest tonight. Did you spike my coffee?” 

“You are not the outlier,” Spencer whispers.  

You sniff, lifting your head haltingly to look at him. 

“What?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he speaks. 

“You said you can’t help wondering if you’re the outlier, and maybe there just isn’t someone for you like that. That’s not true.” 

“Spencer, those are just words. You can’t possibly know that. Statistical probabilities don’t count.” 

“That’s... that’s not how I know.” 

Your heart drops as you study his face.  

No. 

Surely he’s not saying what you think he’s saying. 

Surely he wouldn’t do this to you after you’ve just told him everything you told him. You have been harboring feelings for him for years. Since you met. He can’t just spring this on you one night because you’re a little bummed out. If he felt the same, you would have found out a long time ago; he had ample opportunity to tell you. There was a period of months where you practically threw yourself all over him at every chance you got, and he did nothing. So this... this is just cruel—something you’ve never known Spencer Reid to be. 

You stand up, trembling slightly with rage and grief and humiliation. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t say things that you don’t mean just to make me feel better.” 

“What are you doing? Don’t--” 

You scoop up your purse, trying to get to the front door as fast as your gelatinous legs will allow. More tears are streaming down your face now and you don’t need him to see what he’s done to you—to see how much you care what he thinks. 

“It’s fine. Thanks for the coffee, I’ll see you around—” 

A hand around your wrist stops you in your tracks 

“Stop. Just... please give me a second to talk, okay?” 

With nothing left to give, you turn to him. 

“Don’t be mean, Spencer. Don’t act like you liked me too. That makes me feel... so much worse.” 

He takes a deep, shaky breath, as if steeling himself. Tawny eyes bore into your soul, and you realize that there is so much sheer nervous energy radiating off of him it’s infectious. Your heart begins to pound as he speaks. 

“I’m not doing that. I’m being an idiot, because you just told me that you don’t feel that way about me anymore but... but I do. And I have to tell you now because for six months I tortured myself wondering why you would flirt with me so much when you were hammered and then act like nothing happened the next day. There were so many times I almost told you how I felt but I didn’t and now I am because even if it ruins our friendship you need to know that somebody... that I wanted to be that person for you. I still do.” 

Your heart is like an unmoored zeppelin in your chest, bumping against your esophagus and threatening to either burst or jump out of your mouth. You take your chances, whispering so quietly it’s almost inaudible. 

“You... you like me?” 

“Yes,” Spencer sighs. “I have liked you for a very long time. And I’m sorry—” 

Whatever ridiculous thing he was going to apologize for, you don’t give him the chance. Instead you launch yourself at him, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels so much better than it’d ever been in your fantasies because it’s real. You hear his sharp intake of breath, but it only takes a second for him to respond, cradling your face in his hands like you’re the entire world. For a moment, time bends. Years of longing, of buried dreams crash into the present in a brilliant, dazzling explosion.

And then, as quickly as it started, he pulls away. The absence of his touch is like a vacuum, so much worse now that you know exactly how it feels to have his lips on yours, even if it was only for a few seconds. How the hell did you live like that for so long? How are you supposed to live like that ever again?

“You’re not thinking clearly,” he breathes, tilting his head back toward the ceiling like he’s barely holding onto his self control. “You just want someone to comfort you, I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re in an emotionally vulnerable state and confided in me which is manufacturing a false sense of attachment—” 

You grab his wrists, which still graze your jaw.

“Spencer, stop intellectualizing for thirty seconds. I promise you I am thinking clearly.” 

“You said you used to like me, past tense—” 

“Yeah, I did. Do you believe every single murderer who says he didn’t do it?” 

“No, but—” 

“Have you ever heard the phrase; a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts?” 

“Of course I have.” 

“Then what more could you possibly need to be convinced that I really like you? I already kissed you! What is stopping you?” 

Another deep breath is taken by him that seems to suck all the air out of the quiet room. Briefly, you wonder if you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake. If you really do like him so much more than he could ever like you.  

Until he looks back down, eyes so golden-brown in the dim light, so kind and full of affectionate concern as he carefully assesses every square centimeter of your face, looking for... well, you’re not exactly sure what. It’s like he’s extracting every thought from your head, turning them over like sun-warmed stones until he finds what he’s looking for. He smooths his hands over your hair, brushing strands away from your teary face. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of holding your breath, he speaks. 

“I just want you to believe what I believe about you. But I don’t want you to have to rely on me or anyone else for your own self-worth.” 

“Well, don’t you think very highly of yourself,” you tease with a sniffle. He laughs—it's quiet, but his smile is so bright without even trying that suddenly you can’t remember why you’ve ever been sad. The small miracle of his laughter makes you feel so light, and you realize it has nothing to do with the way he makes you feel about yourself. It has everything to do with who he is. 

Once the giggles die down, you tentatively mirror his hold on your face. 

“Spencer, I don’t like you because you like me. I’ve liked you for an embarrassingly long time. I liked you enough that I gave myself a severe hangover at least once a week for three months just so I could have an excuse to flirt shamelessly with you.” 

A half-sad smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, and he gently swipes under your eyes. 

“You never had to do that. I would have welcomed your sober brazen flirting with open arms.” 

“Well... do you believe me?” you plead. His amber eyes shine. 

“I do.” 

“Will you kiss me?” 

“If that’s what you want.” 

You nod, rising on your toes to meet him halfway. 

When your lips meet again, it is sweet, and honest, and slow, and deep. Still, there is no desperation--no race to an imagined finish line, no clash of teeth and pawing hands. It is a kiss for the sake of it—as if it were the greatest intimacy. Not a precursor to sharing a bed, but something bigger than that in and of its own. Something just as worthy and important. For the first time, you think you’re beginning to understand romance. And while you wouldn’t mind if things did escalate, you also know that Spencer knows that’s not what matters right now. Because he actually understands you—he actually cares. He will wait until you understand that you mean so much more than that to him.

To that end, he pulls away, gently supplanting his absence with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“It would be polite of me to offer you a ride home, wouldn’t it?” he whispers, like it’s the last thing he wants to do. You bite the inside of your cheek, coming up with reasons not to go. One ridiculous one arises from the depths of your memory that you know he won’t be able to say no to. 

“Or... I could stay here, and we could watch one of those nerdy foreign films you’re always talking about?” 

A slow, perfect, high-watt smile blossoms on his face, and you know you’ve said exactly the right thing. 

“Nerdy? Oh, my darling girl... Soviet-era filmography is far from nerdy. небесная машина will completely defy what you thought you knew about the life of an average Russian villager in the 1950’s.” 

“Oh, good. Because I’ve really been meaning to change the way I think about the average 1950’s Russian villager,” you smile, already closing in to kiss him again. 

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epilogue

Three hours later, you’re crying because the life of the average Russian villager in the 1950’s was so much worse than you’d previously thought. 

“It was good, right?” Spencer asks as the credits roll over a bleak snowy sepia landscape, leaning back to get a better look at you. You sit up from where you’d been leaning against him, furiously wiping your eyes. 

“It was terrible! Why didn’t you tell me that everyone except the kid dies in the end?!” 

“Because that’s the whole point of the movie!” he laughs, pulling you back into him. “I’m sorry. I probably should have explained how depressing this entire era of film was outside of the US.” 

“And also how long the movies were. I was not prepared for how many five minute long clips of empty fields there were going to be.” 

“You’re right,” he ammends, wrapping his arms around you in a way that gives you butterflies and makes you sleepy at the same time. “Next time we can watch whatever you want to watch.” 

Time passes like that—you in his arms, watching weak light slowly flood the room with half-lidded eyes and listening to the sounds of the city waking up from the street below, underscoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Thoughts float by like leaves on the ever-flowing current of your mind, and you’re happy to let them pass until one in particular catches your attention. 

“Spencer?” 

He hums, like he’d been deep in his own proverbial river of thought. 

“What does pulchritude mean?” 

It takes him a split second to remember the bit of conversation from earlier to which you are referring, but when he does, he chuckles, running his hand over your messy hair. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

And so you let it float away. 

[twice-inamillion]

Twice Series 

Surprise Visit 

Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter 251

2,300 Words

(A visit to the doctor’s office. Good news or bad news? Is fate to repeat itself? Momo, Sana and OC’s relationship is tested.)

You’re woken up to a pair of hands shaking you as you sleep, “Oppa, wake up.” “Yeah, wake up, oppa.” 

You try to open your eyes and see two silhouettes, “What’s going on?” You continue to feel them shaking you, hitting your arm and saying, “Get up and get ready.”

”Why?”

Sana responds, “We have a doctor’s appointment; we both are having our ultrasound.” Your eyes widen to her statement, “Wait, really?”

“Yes, didn’t you tell him Momo?” 

Momo looks away and says, “Oh, I forgot. Haha.” You watch as Sana smacks Momo in the arm and says, “I told you to tell him!” “Sorry, I was, but Nayeon and Momo got my attention, and I forgot.” 

“What time is the appointment?”

”In about two hours,” says Sana. 

You immediately get up and head to the shower to take a quick rinse. Sana laughs as she watches you rush to put on some clothes, “Oppa, don’t rush. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

”But, we’re running late. How far is it?”

”The same place that Jihyo and Mina went to.”

”That’s about an hour away. We need to leave if we’re going to make it. Go get Momo, and I’ll meet the two of you at the front.”

You head to the garage, get into your SUV, and pull up to the front of the house. With Sana and Momo waiting, you help them with their bags, “Okay. Do you both have everything you need? Something to drink, masks, phones, or snacks?”

Momo replies, “Yes, I made sure to bring a bag full of snacks.” 

“Is that why you have that large bag?” asks Sana. 

With a large smile, she responds, “Yup!”

”Omg…” Sana shakes her head at Momo's response. “Oppa, we’re good. You can drive now.”

You drive down the long driveway until you get to the large metal gate, “Okay, it’s going to be an hour's drive, so this is the last chance we have to turn back. Are you both good?” The two of them nod, and you head down the private road before going on the public highway. 

After an hour of driving you arrive at the clinic and park at the back of the building. A nurse with a face shield and face exits the door and asks, “Appointment for Hirai and Minatozaki?”

“Yes.” 

“Would you mind parking between those two lines?” says the person, pointing at the parking spot. “We need to take a quick covid test and take your temperature before allowing you in the building.”

“Okay.” 

You park and wait for a set of nurses to arrive with a small cart. They ask each of you to roll the window down and shove a long Q-tip up each of your noses. Momo and Sana whine about how uncomfortable it is, but try their best to bear the pain.

“I guess we’ll have to wait a few minutes to get our results.” 

Momo asks, “We should be good, right? We haven’t gone out or anything in a while.” 

“I think so.” 

After fifteen minutes, they say, “All three of your results are negative. The ones with appointments can come in; they need to wear masks.” 

They nod and put on their mask. Sana asks, “What about him? Can he come too?” 

The nurse looks at you, then back at Sana and asks, “Who is he?” 

With a smile and a cute laugh, she responds, “He’s the father.” 

“Okay. He can come.” 

The nurse looks at Momo and asks, “Will the father be arriving too?” 

With a smirk, Momo says, “No, he’s here. He is the father, too.” 

The two nurses look at each other, surprised by the response. “Okay, you three can come inside. Just wear a mask, sir.” 

You put on your mask and follow them into the room. The nurses tell you to wait in the waiting room while they get their basic check-up. You text Jihyo, “Made it into the clinic. Just waiting on Momo and Sana,” and hit send.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in the waiting room, a nurse appeared, ”You can come into Ms. Hirai’s room.” She leads the way, and you see Momo lying on the examination table with the doctor and Sana in the room. You watch the doctor grab a clear bottle and pour a clear gel on Momo’s stomach.

”Haha, it’s cold.” 

“Sorry, Ms. Hirai, I should've warned you earlier.” 

“It’s okay.”

“I’m going to place the transducer on your stomach so we can get a visual of the fetus.” 

“Okay.” 

Everyone’s attention is towards the monitor as the doctor moves the transducer in a circular motion, spreading the gel around. As the device goes down Momo’s stomach, it suddenly stops. Sana says, “Is that the baby?”

”Yes, that's the fetus. You can see the baby's body, right there, the arms, legs, nose, and the outline of the eyes.”

Momo surprisingly replies, “It’s so small. I can’t believe I have a small person in me.”

”It is small, about the size of a bell pepper, about 22 centimeters.” 

Sana watches curiously at the monitor and says, “Look, Momo, it's moving” as the fetus’s leg twitches. 

“Haha, it did. Can't feel it.”

”As you progress through your pregnancy, you’ll feel the movement.”

You suddenly interrupted and asked, “Doctor, is the baby healthy?” 

“Yes, from what I can tell and the exam earlier, it seems like everything is going well. Obviously, it is important to take care of the pregnant person’s overall health, but everything looks good.”

”Okay, thanks.”

”I’m happy you have questions.”

Momo suddenly asks, “Sorry, doc, I have a question.”

”Yes?”

”Is it okay to still have sex?”

The doctor’s expression seems like she was caught off guard, but quickly responds, “Ye… yes. There is no issue with having sexual intercourse. As long as you and your partner are taking care of yourselves, you should be okay.”

”Okay. Thanks.”

”Of course. Now, if there are no more questions, I can send you a small video and some pictures. 

“That’d be great.”

”Now, it’s Ms. Minatozaki’s turn.”

Nervously, Sana responds, “Yes.” She lies on the examination table and lifts her blouse, waiting for the doctor to pour the clear gel. She giggles as the gel touches her skin, causing everyone in the room to smile.

Like before, the doctor uses the transducer to search for the small fetus. As the device moves, you hear Sana try to keep her laughing at a minimum, “Haha, it tickles.” 

“There you go,” says the doctor as she points at the monitor, showing the fetus in view. 

“Omg… It’s so little” says Sana, she tries to hold back tears.

“Yes, we can see most of its body parts. If you look closely, you can see its heart beating and its bloody vessels. If you listen closely, you can hear its heart beating.”

The room stays quiet as you all try to hear. It’s hard to make up the sound, but with enough concentration, you can listen to the small sound of a heart. “You hear that, oppa? It’s the baby’s heart. It’s real.”

“Yes, I hear it.” 

You watch as tears well up in Sana’s eyes, realizing she’s getting another chance at motherhood. “Hwaiting! You can do it, little one!”

The ride home is silent, both members are in the back seats with Sana looking at the ultrasound photo while Momo is dead asleep. You try your best to give Sana space, but you want to reassure her that everything will be okay. 

Meanwhile, during the ride back, Sana takes out a small diary and turns the pages. It’s one of her many dairies, but this one is more special than the rest. Turning the page, she gets to the one she’s looking for, a copy of a previous ultrasound. “There’s my baby boy. Just want to introduce you to your baby sister or brother.” She places both photos together, imagining a future where her baby boy could have been with her.

“Hope you’re doing well wherever you are. Please watch over your baby sister/brother so it can be born safely,” she says as she holds her stomach. 

It’s been over a year since his passing, but Sana remembers it like yesterday. It took some time to come to terms with the grief, but I was able to do so with the help of everyone.

She says, “I’m going to ensure you’re born no matter what.” The excitement in her words brings back memories of her first pregnancy and the preparation for the baby to arrive. She looks at her diary and her checklist of things to do. “I’ll need to order some things.” 

The three of you arrive at the house and park at one of the guest houses. With the pandemic in full swing, you and Jihyo decided to quarantine for a few days to make sure there is no chance of infection. 

“Remember, we’ll be living here for the next few days, so try to make yourself at home.” The members go upstairs to the second floor and choose their room. “Oppa, did they bring our stuff?”

“Yes, it’s in the living room. I’ll bring it back up after calling Jihyo.” 

You enter the living room and see multiple duffel bags, which you take to Sana and Momo’s rooms. “Here are your things. The room might be as big as yours, but it should be good for the next few days.” 

————-

You hang up the phone after wishing your children goodnight. It’s only been a few hours, and you already miss them. Being a busy day, you decide to head in for the night and wash up. 

You exit the bathroom, turn on the bedroom light, and see two cowlicks hiding in the covers. “What are you two doing here?”

Realizing they’ve been found, Sana lowers the bedsheet and says, “It’s a new place and we feel lonely without the members. Can we sleep with you?”

You turn to Momo, who still has the covers over her head, and say, “I know you’re there.” She pulls it down and replies, “Like Sana said, we’re lonely. Let us sleep with you. The least you can do after getting us pregnant.”

“Fine. Make space.” 

You climb into the bed, making your way to the middle. Momo looks at you in surprise and asks, “I thought you slept semi-nude.” 

“I do, but both of you are here.” 

“I don’t mind catching a glimpse, haha.” 

“I’m going to send you back.” 

“Sorry.” 

You wrap your arms around Sana and bring her closer with her head on your chest. “Oppa, I love the way you smell.” 

“Yeah, he smells good,” replies Momo.

“It’s just my natural scent.”

“Still, you smell good.”

“Okay. Go to sleep.”

“Night.” 

———

Halfway through your sleep, you’re woken up by cold feet between your thighs and a hand inside your boxers. You lift the sheets and see Momo’s inside grabbing onto your cock. 

Slowly, you try to remove her hand, but her grip strengthens. You whisper, “Momo, wake up, you’re grabbing onto my cock.” She opens her eyes and smiles, “I was cold and you were so warm. How about I return the favor?”

She doesn’t give you time to respond as she pumps you. “This is just a gift for keeping me warm…” You try to push your hand off, “Wait… Momo… not here…” 

“Why not? Don’t you like it?”

“Sana is here too.”

”She’s sleeping, though, so it doesn’t matter.” She continues to pump your cock, waking it from its slumber. “Fuck, I can feel your cock getting hard. You like it, huh?” 

You try your best to keep yourself from groaning but the way she worked your cock was something else. “Fuck Momo, you’re something else.” 

“But you like it, right?”

”I do.”

”Then don’t worry about it and enjoy it.” 

Momo continues to play with your cock, teasing you. Every time you feel like you’re about to burst, she lets go, only for her to start over. This continues multiple times, and as you’re about to reach your peak, you hear a gentle yawn. Momo immediately lets go and laughs silently at the idea of getting caught.

”Let’s stop, I don't want Sana to wake up.”

”Fine… you’re lame,” says Momo before giving you her back.

———-

Again, you’re woken up, but this time you feel a wet sensation on your fingers. You turn around and feel Sana’s heavy breathing and blissful expression. You feel as her fingers guide yours towards her precious region. “So wet…” 

Sana opens her eyes, snapping out of a trance and back to reality. She lets her hand go and gently apologizes, “Oppa, I’m sorry. I… I…” 

“It’s okay… I understand…”

You embrace her, bringing her body close to you as her belly presses against your strong build. “Let me help you, but try to keep quiet, okay.” Sana nods, “Okay.”

With her consent, you begin to trace your fingers against her plump lips, teasing her. She softly coos as she enjoys your affection towards her pregnant body. Seeing her response, you continue, increasing the pressure. 

“Oppa, I’m soo horny… don’t stop please…”

You enjoy her pleas, the sight of her begging you for more. It’s your responsibility to ensure the needs of the woman carrying your child. You slowly insert your fingers inside her hot and slimy cunt, “Ahh… Oppa… I’m cumming…”

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands press against your back and a loud voice, “Sana, that's not fair… I want a turn too…”

[leonw4nter]

can you make a fluff/angst leon oneshot when he came back from a long mission and saw his gf decorate the house with the "welcome (home) leon" lettering and cook his favorite meal? where he was speechless at first, because he got the dejavu, and when he asked why, they said "because your survival and mission acomplished is worth to celebrate for" 🥹

Every Breath You Take

RE4!Leon x GN!Reader

He should’ve been home 48 hours ago, indulging in the simple joys that his home provided him with, but his mission got in the way of that happiness; he just had to get infected with some insect-like parasite while on the job, along with prolonged exposure to extreme weather conditions, and gut issues from eating raw snakes, eggs, and whatever meat didn’t have mold or rot which landed him in isolation for further observation until USSTRATCOM was sure that he didn’t have any bug in his system. It’s not like he can unwind and relax in his room– there was a lack of decorations and furniture, absent of any warmth; everything was either white or beige that was damn near white and the food wasn’t even that good. For some odd reason, he was forbidden from having outside contact until he completed all 48 hours of total isolation. It’s not like he can even do anything to soothe himself, aware that hidden in the lampshade, lighting fixtures, and sockets lay bugging devices.

Luckily for him, he’s cleared their health checks and is free to go home. After parking his black sedan in the garage, he unlocks the door with a hidden spare and walks; the comforting warmth contrasts the biting chill of the night, a safe haven in this little corner of the universe. The feeling of walking inside your shared home is something he could get used to, the aroma of a home-cooked meal wafting through the air instead of the stench of death and decay. A change in the curtains and pillow cases remind him of how much time has passed, how the trees and shrubs have shed their old leaves and grew new ones in place. Leon wishes he was just like the shrubs you loved to tend to: if only he could let go of the past , move forward, and become a new person. The sight and realization sends a pang of grief and guilt straight to his heart like a poison-tipped arrow, souring what was supposed to be a fuzzy feeling that brewed inside him. He walked further into the house, his mud-caked boots thudding against the clean floors; somewhere inside he heard your humming accompanied by music playing in a low volume and he picked up the pace, unable to wait any longer.

“Leon!”

Your sweet voice peaks into a high-pitched squeal, ending on a slightly shaky note as you stop whatever you were doing and run into his arms. Leon gently says your name back, running to you before colliding into the first hug in 4 months. Neither of you are unable to stop the cascade of tears that flow down, wracking both your frames as you cry into his chest and his tears drizzle down and drop on your shoulder; his hands bring your head closer to him, finger digging into your scalp. The embrace is tight as if your hearts are trying as hard as they can to press into each other and fuse as one but it’s definitely needed after those months of separation and sparse contact with one another. You pull away first, looking up at him with tear-glossed eyes.

“I’m so relieved to see you in one piece, sweetheart.” Wiping at the tears that streamed down your cheeks, you give him a wobbly smile. “I was worried sick.”

Leon felt his heart lurch in guilt at the fact that he’s mainly the reason as to why you’re constantly on the edge and uneasy.

“I’m so sorry for leaving you alone again,” he apologizes. “I’m so sorry for always worrying you and leaving you wondering if I’m still going to come home to you.”

You take his face in your hands, feeling the slightest prickle of an incoming stubble in your palms; pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, you brush away all the negative feelings that have followed him home from Spain.

“It’s alright Leon. You’re here with me now, safe and sound. You’re saving the world from those horrors, you deserve a moment of peace in your life.”

He looks up from you and gazes longingly around the room, eyes settling on what aspects of his home changed or stayed the same since he left those long months ago. As he takes the sights in to really let it sink in that for once he doesn’t have to worry about enemies and their attacks, he catches sight of a banner reminiscent of a lost city.

“‘Welcome home, Leon!’,” the banner reads. Unlike the one from 1998, this one isn’t made up of yellow letters and blue circles with some star streamers; instead, it’s floral print cardstock cut into letters with neat origami flowers, butterflies, and lions of different colors.

“Do you like it?” You ask meekly, clasping your hands together as you watch Leon walk up to the decoration you put up for him. “Hunnigan sent me an email yesterday saying that you’d be home in a few hours so I decided to spend some time making that. I know it’s not exactly your taste in aesthetics.”

His silence worries you but he’s lovingly touching the little origami animals you put up, tinkering with the lion specifically. You watch on at the scene, letting him have his moment when you hear a barely-concealed sniffle and see his shoulders tremble.

“It was just like this,” he reminisces. “Back at the station, in Raccoon. Well, not exactly like the design, but there was a banner for me. They were elated to have me join the force.”

You walk up to him, hugging him from behind while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, honey, I shouldn’t have– I didn’t mean to bring up the past–”

“No,” he interrupts gently. “It’s… it’s fine. It’s incredibly sweet and touching for me.”

Turning around to face you, he takes your hand and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckle.

“Why did you decide to decorate around though?” He asks. “Not that I’m complaining, just curious.”

“Because your survival and accomplishments are worth celebrating,” you simply say with a tender smile. “Everytime you get out there and disappear from me for months on end with no contact and no clue on how each of us are doing, you’re making the world a safer place. You’re on the front lines, behind enemy lines even, and throwing yourself at these threats just so we won’t have to.”

Overflowing to the brim with a variety of emotions, thoughts, and sensations, he cries his weary heart out in your arms. You let him take this time to feel his emotions and properly process it, giving him pats and soothing words.

It eventually dies down and gives way to hunger, his stomach rumbling for some good food. Much to his glee, you thought to cook his favorite food– his first decent meal in months. With each forkful, bursts of flavor and comfort exploded inside his mouth which reminded him that for now, he’s far away from the sight of death and the stink of rot. You’ll be there to hold him as he sleeps in your comfortable bed and to greet him when he wakes up come morning time.

NOTE - thank you to the anon who requested this!! and apologies for taking a long time 😓 i hope this little thing was worth the wait and you had a great time reading it <33 this is a little shorter than average but i hope that this is still okay with guys coz a lot of ppl i know prefer longer fics so yeah huhu :| anyway, that's all and thank you for reading my fics + supporting me!!!!!!! I <33333 UUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!

The divider (the lacy flower one) is not mine [ I forgot who made it :'( ] , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[rowdyluv]

Believe in Me — jh86

summary: in which the summer following Jack’s rookie year is coming to an end. Not only did his rookie year come with being shafted by the league as the biggest bust, but he managed to get painted as the biggest (and newest) playboy of the league. His personal management team, the team’s management, and PR step in to clear this all up, but it takes work from Jack.

warnings/points of importance: use of y/n, fem!reader x jack, use of nicknames for female character and for Jack, fake dating trope, oblivious pining trope(?), childhood friends, minor usage of foul language, creation of side original characters for plot, time jumps, memories inserted - tumblr’s intention and italics used to notate, inner thoughts marked with ‘..’ and italicized if they occur

word count: 4.32

notes: any names used for original characters that relate to someone’s name or closely relate to a person’s name is purely by happenstance. The names were rolled by random from a generator where I inserted random first and last names.

© property of quinnylouhughesx43 ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the worn wooden planks of the back porch swing, her eyes following the lazy dance of the sunset as it descended behind the distant tree line. Her childhood home had changed so little over the years, the same comforting embrace of familiarity wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a chilly evening. The porch swing squeaked in a soothing rhythm as both her and Jack slowly swung, a nostalgic tune that had serenaded countless summer nights spent sharing secrets and laughter with Jack. The only other kid who had been in her grade when she moved in, well really one of the only other neighborhood children. The other two children in the neighborhood were his brothers. All three of which had become as much a part of her life as the very foundation of the house she grew up in.

She had spent all day out with his family by the pool, her mother insisted he come to their house for dinner though. Nothing to offer course for their life, well a year ago it wouldn’t have been.

"Do you want to talk about your new headline?" Y/n tried to hold back the hint of amusement in her tone but failed miserably. Jack's rookie season had just come to an end before the beginning of summer. In just a few months he had gone from the talk of the league as the number one draft pick to talk of the league as a "bust."

He was nothing close to a bust. It was just how the year fell.

Jack leaned back in the swing, the sun's final strokes of light for the day painting his cheekbones. He sighed; a heavy exhale filled with the weight of the rumors that had been following him like a dark shadow. "It's just how it's going to be now. You know how it is with the media. They're desperate to find a new angle to keep me going." There were a few moments of silence shared between them before he found the words to continue. "First, it's all about my game, how I'm not scoring enough or I'm not this hotshot star that every analyst built me up to be. Season ends and it's about my supposed love life." His voice was a mix of annoyance and defeat. He was used to being the center of attention, truthfully he strived to be in the center of attention. He just wasn't used to it always being negative attention.

"To be it all, I have this video chat meeting with public relations, franchise management, and my management team about some idea they have come up with to help bring attention away from everything." Jack groaned. "We have three days left of the summer before we drive back to Jersey, I don't want to spend one of them in meetings."

Y/n nodded sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on his forearm and leaning herself over on him. "It's okay, bubs. Maybe it's nothing too serious." But she could tell from the furrow in his brow, the way his jaw clenched and the tension in his voice that he was already aware of what they had come up with. Or at least he had an idea. She didn't dare pry, they may be best friends, but Jack was clearly not ready to share his thoughts. "And... If it is serious I will be in Jersey this season to help you through it."

Jack gave her a grateful smile before standing up from the porch swing, stretching his arms out wide. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry about it tonight." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture that was as commonplace as breathing between the two of them. "Thanks for the pep talk, toots." He said, using the childhood nickname that never failed to make her smile despite the circumstances. "I should head back down the street to my parent's place. It's getting late."

As he turned to leave, the rising moon cast a cool glow over the yard, highlighting the tall blades of grass that danced with the intermittent breeze. Y/n watched him go, her mind racing with the implications of what might happen at that during his meeting tomorrow. Would they really suggest something so ridiculous? And if they did, how would Jack handle it?

Jack's footsteps grew fainter until they were swallowed by the night. The house, once alive with the echoes of their laughter, now felt eerily quiet. Y/n remained seated out on the swing, her thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of doubt and concern. She knew Jack was strong, capable of taking on any challenge thrown his way, but the thought of him being manipulated into some scheme to save the face of the Devils franchise made her sick. Then she thought, what if they didn't call a meeting to manipulate him into anything? What if it's simply to offer suggestions on what he can do differently going forward?

Y/n eventually shut that portion of her brain off and headed inside herself. A long hot shower and her bed was calling her name.

The next day Jack sat in his father's home office, the room smelling faintly of cologne and leather, waiting for the others to join the video call. The space was a testament to his father's success, filled with trophies and framed newspaper articles from his own days as a star player and coach. It was both inspiring and daunting, a constant reminder of the legacy he and his brothers were trying to live up to. The computer screen flickered to life, displaying a Zoom call with a row of faces, some familiar, some not. His management team, PR reps, and a couple of team officials stared back at him, all expectant and poised.

Jack leaned back in the chair, his casual attire feeling woefully inadequate among the suits and professional backgrounds of his callers. He had taken his mother's advice and dressed comfortably, but now he wished he had at least put on a button-up shirt. He glanced down at his New Jersey Devils t-shirt, the logo stretched slightly across his chest. It was a fan favorite, one that had been thrown at him in excitement by a young fan at a game. It felt like a piece of armor, a symbol of his pride and commitment to the team, but today it just made him feel like he was the kid, and he was playing dress-up in his dad's old gear.

The meeting began with a round of forced smiles and awkward greetings. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/n's words from the night before echoed in his mind, a comforting whisper amidst the storm of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for whoever their absurd suggestion be his girlfriend when they had conjured up the fake relationship idea to "fix" his image.

"Jack, before we start, do you remember the guidelines I told you for this relationship or should we go over them again with everyone here?" The voice was cold and calculated, belonging to one of the stern-faced PR reps. Her eyes bore into him through the screen, demanding his full attention.

Jack's stomach lurched. He had hoped they would just come right out with what was new, news. "I think everyone is aware of what we're trying to achieve here, but please go ahead," he said, trying to keep the sarcasm at bay.

The stern-faced public relations rep, Ms. Castellanos, nodded curtly. "Good. So, the first guideline is that you two must be seen together at least three times a week. This includes public appearances such as dates, her being seen attending your games, and even casual outings like grocery shopping or walking the dog. That is if you or her have one."

Jack's eyes widened slightly, glancing down at his half empty coffee mug. He didn't have a dog, but he still didn't know who this girl they paired him up with was. Plus, he didn't know if Y/n had picked up any new hobbies involving pets in her last year of college. It was never mentioned during their weekly calls or on visits. It would be important to know that since she’s going to be living with him.

"Jack, are you listening?" The voice brought him back to the present, the sternness of Ms. Castellanos' tone was unmistakable.

Jack swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling up inside him and nodded in acknowledgement.

Ms. Castellanos continued, "Guideline two, and perhaps the most important one, is that the relationship must appear genuine. You must exhibit believable public affection and body language. This means holding hands, occasional kisses on the cheek, maybe a few on the lips if the situation calls for it. As for body language," the stone-cold lady stopped speaking, watching Jack carefully once more. "You're both young, attractive, and in the public eye. If you lean into each other, have your arms around each other's waist, or even occasionally rest your head on her shoulder, it'll look natural and convincing. The media will eat it up, and your image will be transformed from a lonely heartthrob to a lovestruck boyfriend in no time."

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, the thought of faking intimacy with someone he'd never met before was nerve-wracking, to say the least. He took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee, trying to imagine how awkward the first kiss would be. He had never been one for faking emotions, especially something as intimate as love.

Ms. Castellanos continued, her voice unforgiving. "Guideline four is critical. The relationship must end with your girlfriend, and I stress this, must be the one to initiate the breakup. It should be done publicly and dramatically enough to make headlines, but not so much that it causes a scandal." She paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in. "You cannot under any circumstances leave her. If it looks like you're the one who ended things, it'll only add fuel to the fire of your reputation. You need to be seen as the heartbroken party, the victim of a fickle heart. It'll humanize you, make you more relatable to the fans."

Jack felt his jaw clench at the coldness of the plan. He had agreed to a fake relationship to get the media off his back, but this was starting to feel like a script for a reality TV show gone wrong. "And what happens if we... I mean, if she gets tired of the whole thing?" He stumbled over his words, trying to maintain some semblance of respect for the stranger he was about to be romantically linked with.

"Ah, that's where guideline five comes into play," said Ms. Castellanos, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of her own cleverness. "We've prepared a non-disclosure agreement that she will be signing before the relationship begins. It's quite comprehensive and includes clauses for breaking it off in a controlled manner. She'll understand her role in this, Jack."

Jack's grip tightened around his coffee mug, the cheap porcelain feeling fragile under his thumb. "But who is she?" he repeated, his voice a little louder, a hint of frustration creeping in.

Ms. Castellanos' smile didn't waver, but her eyes narrowed slightly. "Her name is Elena Petrov," she said smoothly. "A local influencer with a clean reputation. She's been briefed on the situation and has agreed to help. She's a fan of the team and understands the importance of this for your career."

"No." Jack huffed out. gaining the attention of everyone on the call. Just the same as Jack, everyone else barely stayed tuned into her annoying voice. "She is the reason I am in this shit hole. Her friend is the last girl I was with. Elena took all the pictures. Maggie? A little help here." Jack pleaded with the IT media girl that for some miraculous reason was sitting in on the call.

"Oh. Uhm, yes. It took me days to get the pictures she put up taken down. And Mr. Hughes, we were able to prove they were edited after looking closer at them," Maggie spoke up, her voice shaky, probably from fear of interrupting the woman that could potentially ruin their lives with a tweet.

Ms. Castellanos' eyes darted from Jack to Maggie and back again, her displeasure clear. "Jack, this is non-negotiable. This is what's best for your career right now. You need to be seen as more than just a party boy. The sooner you start this relationship with Elena, the sooner we can start repairing your image," she said, her voice like a whip cracking through the tension in the room.

Jack's manager, Mr. Taylor, cleared his throat before speaking up, his tone measured and calm. "Perhaps there's another option we haven't considered. What about Y/n?" he suggested, glancing at Jack, who looked up at him, hope flickering in his eyes.

Ms. Castellanos raised an eyebrow. "Your childhood friend?" She sounded skeptical, but the video stream grew quiet, all eyes on Jack.

Jack nodded, feeling the weight of the decision he was about to make. "Yeah, Y/n. We've been best friends since middle school. Everyone already thinks we're together. It'll be believable, and she's... she's not in the spotlight like Elena is. It'll keep things more low-key." He swallowed, hoping he wasn't about to ruin their friendship.

Ms. Castellanos leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. "Very well, Jack. We'll consider it. But you need to talk to her and make sure she's on board with this. The last thing we need is for her to spill the beans and ruin the whole charade."

Jack nodded, his heart racing. He knew Y/n would do anything for him but asking her to be his fake girlfriend was a big ask. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he was about to have. After the call ended, he let out a guttural groan due to frustration. He needed to go shoot some basketball or pucks before he talked Y/n, but he didn't have that time to waste. Instead of blowing off some of his stress he slipped on some shoes, kissed his momma goodbye, and headed out to the house he has visited time and time again.

The warm afternoon air was a major contrast to the coldness of the conversation he had just had. The streetlights flickered to life as Jack approached Y/n's house, the familiar path to her door as comforting as ever. He stopped in front of the door, the color of her door had changed since last summer, but the memories that lie behind it remained the same.

Jack took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock, the sound echoing through his head. Only thing on his mind was the conversation they were about to have. Jack flinched as he realized how hard and urgent he had beat on her mother’s front door. His heart thudded against his chest, partially with the anticipation of her reaction to the proposal and because of how quickly he had walked down the block. Jack took a deep breath in an urgent need to calm himself and appear as normal as possible before he was face to face with her.

Before he could finish his internal mantra of calming himself, the front door swung open in a rush. He was slightly hoping it would somehow be one of her relatives, but there she was, looking up at him with her soft, hopeful eyes. Her hair messily tossed into a messy bun atop her head and a sprinkle of fresh freckles danced across her nose from spending the day in the sun with his family yesterday. She was wearing the momentous hoodie that he had gifted her before leaving last summer. A hoodie that held a lot in its threads for the two of them. For her, it now held a lot of silent screams and wiped away tears from the last year, but it still held their joint memories.

‘It originally had become Jack’s superstitious hoodie for a while. The lucky hoodie he would wear all the way up to when he would change for warm ups, then she would wear it. This superstition developed during the years of world juniors. The year he brought home the Gold, the superstition shifted. Jack had a “girlfriend” that entire season and she wasn’t fond of the idea of Jack and Y/n swapping clothes like they did. The games with the development program were when she noticed this happening. She confronted Y/n about having a useless crush on her boyfriend and she would be taking over wearing his hoodie from then on. Jack didn’t take lightly to it, that was his best friend, his biggest non-family supporter. So, he decided y/n would wear the hoodie the entire time, from the time they all got dressed for the day to after the game. Now, it’s hers entirely, his decision since he couldn’t be here for her and live out his dream. He wanted her to have a piece of him, but if be a piece of them. Once again, it has become her comfort item as it has been back then.’

She fiddled with the stretched out sleeves hanging over left hand anxiously as her right hand was still grasping the door knob.

"How was your meeting?" The words fell from her lips so fast she hadn't taken a moment to invite him inside. Y/n had sat out on the porch swing all morning waiting to hear from him. Seeing him now ignited her anxiety and her need to know.

Jack let out a simple laugh at her eagerness to know. He softly touched her side, giving a slight nudge as if to signal her to walk backwards into the house.

The coolness of the air conditioning kissing his skin. "It was... interesting," he said, his voice a mix of relief and dread.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She walked a few steps backwards with his guidance to allow him in, the old floorboards creaking under their weight. "Interesting as in good or interesting bad?"

Jack shrugged, his smile wavering as he let go of her and made his way into the living room. The same room where they had spent hours playing video games, watching movies, doing homework.

—Could he ask her to do this? What if it blows up in their faces and ruins everything. What if he ruins her? He’d never be able to live with himself for hurting her.

The couch looked inviting, but he knew better than to sit down without spilling his guts. "Well, it’s one of those ‘depends on how you take it’ interesting type situations..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering around the room.

Y/n looked at him, her eyebrows rising in a questioning manner. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. She could read the hesitancy written all across him. Starting with wanting to open up about his meeting. Which is something he's never had an issue with, at least with her, to not wanting to sit down. Almost as if, if he got too comfortable he would tell too much.

Taking a hold of his hand, rubbing her thumb over his palm she leaned her head on his upper arm. A common gesture between them. “Jackers?” She whispered so softly, he nearly missed it. He hummed in response coming out from where he drifted off too. She took a hold of his hand and softly pulled him down to take a seat on the couch with her.

“Jackers, just tell me. Did they come up with something ridiculous?"

Jack let out a small laugh , the sound hollow and forced. "Ridiculous doesn't even begin to cover it," he whined, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "They want me to start a fake relationship with someone who I know is not going to help me. Then my manager suggested someone who would be great and I was for it because we already know each other but.." He took a deep breath, bracing himself for her reaction.

Y/n let go of his hand, in an unnatural reaction as they have been platonically physical since high school, "A fake relationship?" she echoed that one snippet. “With.. With who? Since I’ll be living with you I should be prepared for a new girl even if she is a fake girlfriend.”

Jack took a deep breath and looked up at her, his eyes filled with a desperation she had never seen before. "Toots, I really don't know what to do about this. PR decided on Elena Petrov. B—”

“You mean the friend of the bitch who started this mess? No I’m sorry the two who started this mess? You’re going to pounce around all lovey with the girl who put you here?!” Y/n’s chest heaved up and down heavily. She watched Jack’s face twist in annoyance then soften.

“If you had let me finish… I flat out said no. I will not and am not going to do this plan with her. When I told everyone on the call right then that I wouldn’t, my manager suggested someone else. But I don’t know if they’ll do it. They seem pretty disappointed in me…” Jack kept his voice even and didn’t raise it. He knew how you felt about being yelled at and he couldn’t be the one to cause a panic attack because he got a little upset.

“Well, who did they suggest? Maybe I can help. As long as it’s not Elena..”

“They suggested you. They asked me if I thought you would do it or if I would like you to do it with me. But if you're upset or disappointed, I'll tell them no right now," Jack explained, his voice a low rumble of uncertainty. He started fishing his phone out of his pocket in case he had to call his manager.

Y/n felt her throat tighten as a knot formed, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She had always been there for Jack, and he for her, but this was something entirely different. This was a line they hadn’t truly crossed, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to pretend to cross it again. "Jack, I..." she murmured looking down at her hands in her lap, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I'll do it."

Jack's head snapped to look at her, his eyes failing to meet hers as she’s staring down, though a spark of hope igniting within him still. "You will?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.

Y/n nodded, her throat tight with unspoken emotions. "Yeah, I'll do it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "For you, I'll do it."

Jack's shoulders slumped with relief. He reached out to lift her head hesitantly so that he could meet her eyes with his. His eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. "You don't have to if you don't want to, management can figure it out.”

Y/n forced a smile and nodding her head yes, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. The thrill of being able to go and do things with Jack was nice, but the dread of being scrutinized by females she didn’t know was already gnawing at her. "Besides, it's only for a couple of months, right?"

Jack's smile didn't part to show his teeth, it stayed tight lipped, evident he wasn't as enthused as his tone of voice was letting on. "Yup! Just for a couple of months."

"Okay, we can totally pull this off. It will be like playing pretend, remember?" She nudged him with her elbow, trying to lighten the mood with a memory from their childhood. More so for herself than him.

"You mean like when we got married under that old oak tree at my grandparents' house in the summer between sixth and seventh grade?" Jack nudged her back.

"Yup when you only agreed to get pretend married so you could get your first kiss."

She let a little giggle slip out as she reminisced on the memory of her and Jack as kids under the oak tree.

A young Jack with his signature smirk standing at the ‘altar’ with the “preacher Luke”. Jack didn’t wait for Luke to do his part of the pretend wedding he skipped straight to the kiss. ‘Couldn’t wait tootsie I was just wanting my 1st’

"If I remember correctly that was your first kiss too, and you asked for another one because of the ‘belly flies’." Jack teased her enjoying seeing her cheeky smile and blush creeping up on to her cheeks.

Y/n’s laughter echoed loudly through the room. "Jack Hughes, you are such a jerk!" She said playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jack laughed echoing her laughter. "So, do we have an agreement? You'll be okay with fake dating me, even though we never got fake divorced?"

Y/n shook her head yes once again, while rolling her eyes at the boy next to her. “Yes, Jackers. Even though you never fake divorced me, I will fake date you.”

If she only knew that Jack was silently and brutally beating himself up for this. They were in for a roller coaster of chaos and changes.

Now that he had secured one portion of the agreement, he has footwork left in figuring out how to get out of the hoops and twists. Like how to get out of that very public break up after a few months into dating. He wasn’t going to make her out to be some bitch she’s not.

And if Jack has it his way, they won’t be breaking up and it won’t be a “fake” relationship for long either.

Because Jack Hughes is hopelessly in love with his best friend. If he has any luck, besides puck luck, she loves him too.

notes 2.0: hello! welcome to my newest mini series, believe in me i hope you enjoyed the first part of the series. i am always open to kindly put creative criticism. i truly appreciate all of the continued support by reading, liking, & reblogging! thank you thank you!

[nineteenninety-six]

"I like doing daughter! and sister! readers but I struggle with ideas so if you have any ideas for them or even just general friendship platonic ideas then please send them my way <3"

You just made my day, I loved your abbot and Robby one ughhh so good written

Hmm what about finally getting alone time with your dad and you’re just about to go inside with him, his shift has ended and boom you slip on black ice, ouch your head hits the ground and your arm with it, now honestly if it’s Robby or abbot doesn’t matter, it’s just fun if it’s abbot he ends up in the er on Robby’s shift and opposite , like she gets a concussion and like maybe a Dana cameo, some fluff since you know angst so well

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Slip and Fall

Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x daughter!Reader

AN: Don't ask me why this is 2k words, I just couldn't stop. Also idk if any of you are watching tlou but I can't bring myself to watch the new epsiode, like I'm sick at the thought of it.

Pittsburgh was knee deep in a rough winter, snow fell harder this year and the combined rain and negative degree weather had meant that ice was also a major problem. The roads were plowed and salted but there was no keeping up with the sheer volume that fell.

You were on your way home, looking forward to a night in with your dad who had promised to cook a hearty meal that would heal you from the horrible weather despite his long day and her offer to cook. He had also promised to watch at least two movies with you though you knew he would fall asleep halfway through the first one but that didn't matter to you, you were just happy to spend time with him after a long week.

The biting wind froze you so deep that not even the heat blasting from your dad's car vents warmed you up and so you were incredibly grateful when your dad finally pulled up outside of your house.

You gingerly stepped out of the car, making sure your winter boots were firmly planted  on the ground before you stood to your full height. Your footsteps were slow and steady as you closed the car door behind you and made your way up to front steps where your dad was already waiting for you.

"Be careful. Half the cases that came in today were from accidents due to the weather." Your dad warns as he watches you with hawk eyes.

Once you've reached the bottom step, your dad finally turns around to unlock the door. You clear the second step without any problem but it's not until your boot hits the top and last step that things go wrong.

Your foot disappears from underneath you as you slip on an unseen piece of ice and the momentum wipes you clean off your feet, forcing you to hit the concrete driveway with a solid whack!, your head ricocheting off the ground, and your vision goes dark.

Your father turns around at your startled yelp and watches in frozen horror as slip and falls backwards. It happens so fast that he cannot do anything but watch. There is only half a second of stillness before he springs into action, dropping the bags he held to the ground as he raced over to you, dropping down to his knees and calling out your name, he hesitated to touch your head, fearing a possible head or neck injury.

Robby fished out his phone with one hand and dialled all whilst he rubbed his fist on your sternum, releasing a choked sign of relief at your responding moan as you slowly regained consciousness, eyelids fluttering open.

As he explained what your injury was and told the address to the dispatcher, Robby rested a hand on your abdomen, grounding himself with every inhale and exhale you took.

"D- dad?" You cry out, trying to move your head to search for him, only to be stopped by your father, "Dad?!"

"I'm here sweetheart, I'm here" Your dad's voice brings a wave of comfort that washes over you and he moves so he hovers over you so that you can see him.

"Don't move, you've hurt your head and we don't want to make it any worse" Your father gently wipes the tears off your cheeks, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm here, you're okay."

"It hurts" You sob, pain now spreading across your body. "Help me"

"Tell me where it hurts sweetie "Robby listened out for the ambulance's sirens, waiting for their saving grace.

"All over... my head hurts the most" You gasp, "I feel dizzy and sick"

"Other than that?" Robbie presses his hands up and down your body, searching for any other injuries.

You're halfway through a refusal when he touches your right wrist causing a cry and a fresh set of tears to erupt.

Robby immediately snatches his hands away from your body and apologizes to you.

"You must have landed on your arm when you fell"

"FUCKKK!" You swear, overwhelmed before shiver racks through your body, the chill of the snow and ice finally breaking through the shock you were in.

Finally the sound of sirens sounded down the street as the ambulance made their way to you before they pulled to a stop at the end of the driveway and as soon as the EMT's stepped out their rig, your dad turned into Dr Robby and detailed what happened and what her injuries were.

Robby watched closely as the EMTS placed a C-collar on your neck along with stabilizing your arm before they transfer you to the gurney and take you towards the ambulance where they'll give you painkillers to take the edge off. Robby only has enough time to throw your bags into the house and lock the door before he's climbing into the back of the ambulance to sit alongside you.

Robby grasped your uninjured hand, squeezing it as his stress eased the closer they got to PTMC along with the pain free expression on your face as the painkillers kicked in.

"Who is working tonight? "You ask.

Robby thinks for a moment before answering, "Abbot. Shen and Ellis too I think."

"Shen and Ellis?" Your eyes light up.

"Don't think about it" Your father laughs, "I know they usually get you a coffee and a donut but it's far too late for a coffee."

"What about the donut?" You ask as the ambulance parks in a familiar ambulance bay.

"I think about it" Your father says as you're wheeled out and following after you.

Dr Abbot did a double take when the EMT's rolled the patient into the emergency department, rattling off your injuries and vitals.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as he snapped on gloves before they transferred you onto a hospital gurney and took you to a private room.

"Slipped on ice and fell off the front steps, hit my head" Your murmur, "My wrist too." 

Abbot let out a low whistle as he looked down at you, "Damn kid"

As Abbot ordered scans, tests and more pain meds, your dad took a seat by your side, hand finding yours once again, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.

"You'll be okay," Your dad whispers, "Jack is a really great doctor, he knows what he's doing."

"Better than you?" You joke before your expression settles into a slight frown, "I know…I'm just scared I guess, of the possibility."

"You're showing good signs, you're conscious and alert and you can move your arms and legs," He reminds you.

"What's your official doctor's opinion?"

Robby knew you were scared and that's why you were asking so many questions but you were getting lost inside of your head and spiralling into a panic.

"I don't have one, I'm off shift."

You roll your eyes as Abbot returns with the results, the lightness of his shoulders suggesting it was good news.

"The scans for your head came back clear so we can take the collar off and we can clean and close the wound on the back of your head." Abbot says as walks over to you, "You've fractured your wrist but you won't need surgery, just a cast."

"Concussion?" You dad asks.

"Highly likely" Abbot nods, "We'll test after we set her wrist."

Robby nods as leaves your side when the nurse arrives with the stuff for the cast, taking the moment to speak to Jack.

"So she's okay?"

Jack threw him a knowing look, a faint smile on his lips, "All things considered, yes. She'll just have a killer headache and a sore wrist but she's okay."

Jack spoke again at Robby's relieved nod, "You're calmer than I expected."

"If I worry, she worries. I'm trying to keep her calm."

Jack nods, "You're doing a good job."

"You think?"

"I know." There's no space for arguments in Jack's words.

At your fathers insistence you were staying the night in the ED, despite your protests and Jack's reassurance of your wellness but your father was determined. 

You were sitting in bed scrolling your phone with your dad sitting by your side reading the book he had taken from Abbot when a knock sounded on the door before Shen and Ellis stepped in.

"Heard you took a trip." Shen jokes, "How was it?"

Ellis huffs at the man at his lack of tack before she turns to you and holds out what she held in her hands, "We got you some things, hopefully they make you feel a little better"

"It's not coffee is it?" Your dad says, leaning forward with a raised brow.

Ellis laughs and shakes her head, "We've got you guys some hot chocolates and donuts."

"Don't worry they're not from the hospital, we got DoorDash." Shen told you.

"You splurged on the good shit, thank you." You grin as you happily take the hot chocolate into your hands.

You and your dad thank them again before they leave, having to return to their patients.

You inhale the hot chocolate and donuts with ease only then just realising that you had missed dinner but as they day caught up to you, you found that the only thing you wanted that moment was to sleep and so you quickly drifted off, the sounds of your father reading through the book comforting you.

Your legs dangled off off the edge of the hospital bed as you waited for your father to return after going to sign the discharge papers. You were itching to leave, you were starving and in desperate need of a shower as well. 

Abbot had offered to drive you back since you had arrived via ambulance and so your dad said he'll take you all out for breakfast. It was nearing seven in the morning so the night shift were finishing up with the last of their patients and preparing for handover while the day shifts were just arriving, getting ready for their day.

A knock on the door was shortly followed by a blonde head poking through the door,

"Hey hon, I heard you were here. Can I come in?"

You quickly nod and melt into the hug Dana pulls you into.

"What happened honey?" Dana ran her thumbs over your cheeks.

"Slipped on some ice, banged my head and broke my wrist."

Dana makes a pained sound as she pulls you into another hug, "You poor thing. You heading home soon?"

"Yeah dad signed the discharge papers and Abbot is dropping us home since we came in an ambulance but dad is taking us to breakfast."

"That's good, you need a proper meal, the little sandwiches they have here aren't any good at all. Let your dad spoil you."

As if he knew we were speaking about him, your dad stepped into your room, "You ready to go kid?"

"Uh-huh"

Dana steps back and supports you as you hop off the bed before all three of you head towards the charge station where Abbot waited for you. You say goodbye to Dana and everyone else before you finally leave the hospital.

As you followed Abbot, your dad wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, "I'm glad you're okay kid, you really scared me for a moment."

"Really? You seemed so calm." You peer up at him.

"Really." Abbot calls out to you having overheard your conversation, "He was scared out of his damn mind. Now hurry up, I want pancakes in front of me in at least twenty minutes."

You and your father exchange a laugh before you hurry to catch up to Abbot.

[a-simple-imagine]

Mandatory Makeout

Requested by anonymous: "Been NEEDING more van fics I can’t thank you enough for your service heres so random ideas I like:

-group party setting reader gets too drunk van takes care of her

-maybe a little spin the bottle thingy"

Pairing: teen!van palmer x fem!reader

words: 3.5k

A/N - sorry this took forever, i hope you like it anon. also mari is you best friend in this because I miss her

WARNINGS - swearing, underage drinking, homophobia and negative use of the 'd' slur

Deep base echoes off pristine walls in what can only be described as a small mansion. Discarded red solo cups and spilt beer make for a sticky experience navigating the halls. A sea of teenagers. A party. A mandatory party at that. Jackie Taylor, team captain of the Yellowjackets' all-girls soccer team, was very into the idea of team bonding. Sleepovers, dinners, trust falls. Activities meant to bring everyone together and force everyone to bond. So when Lottie casually mentioned having an empty house, Jackie basically harassed her until she agreed to throw a party. It seemed more like she just wanted to party than actually bond, but she told everyone on the team that they had to come. Of course, she did not drag anyone into Lottie's house, but she did playfully suggest that if anyone didn't show up, she would go to Coach Martinez to discuss the starting lineup. You weren't entirely convinced Jackie had that much power, but you also weren't willing to risk losing your spot. So here you were at Lottie Matthew's house, lying on a bed alongside Mari Ibarra. Sharing a bottle of vodka you found half empty and dumped a lot of lemonade into.

"Lottie's house is so fucking big," You have been in awe since stepping inside Lottie's gigantic house. It was like an entirely different world. You had wandered about before finding this room, which, by the decor, seemed like a guest room.

"Her parents must be loaded." Mari comments. You'd been here for a little while now. Shit talking about anything at this point. It was kinda one of the bases of your friendship. "Makes sense why she's such a prissy asshole sometimes."

"Mari," You scold. More a reflection of how much you like Lottie rather than a disagreement. "You should see Jackie's house. I thought that was big until coming here."

"Since when have you been to Jackie's house?" Mari asks, you glance over at her as she takes a big gulp of vodka. Her face scrunching up slightly. It was more lemonade than vodka if you were being real, but she couldn't help her reaction.

"Couple times actually," You comment, reaching over to take the bottle. "Clearly, she likes me more than you."

"Yeah 'cause I don't kiss her ass."

"Sure, that's the reason," A chuckle before you take a swig. While Mari was probably one of your best friends, she also happened to be the biggest shit stirer on the team. And while you find that infinitely amusing, it can rub others the wrong way. Often Jackie.

"Whatever," She huffs. "Like I need the princess's approval."

"Kinda sounds like you want it."

"Fuck off." She spits back. You just laugh, coughing up the liquid tickling your throat.

"Did you hear that Misty has a crush on Coach?" You offer up. A peace offering.

"Martinez?"

"Scott," you confirm.

"Ah, that makes so much sense." As you hand the bottle back towards Mari, it's suddenly snatched from your grip. Jackie Taylor towers over both of you with a less-than-amused expression. "The hell-"

"Come on- up!" With her free hand, she motions for you to get off the bed. "We're playing spin the bottle."

"And what does that have to do with us?" Mari scoffs.

"It's mandatory," Jackie insists. "We're supposed to be hanging out as a team, remember." A loud groan as you push up into a seated position.

"Me and Mari are hanging out, and we're both on the team just like you want."

"We're all gonna have fun together." Jackie continues.

"Mandatory fun isn't actual fun."

"Didn't ask," Jackie comments. "Up. Now."

With a loud sigh, the two of you listen to your faithful leader. Getting up and following behind Jackie, who was already marching through the crowd. "Who shoved a stick up her ass," you slyly comment making Mari giggle.

"Not Jeff, that's for sure", Mari shoots back. A booming laugh slips past your lips that gains the curious gaze of the other. Jackie leads you into the living room. Considering this was apparently compulsory, some of your teammates were nowhere to be seen despite earlier run-ins. Shauna sits next to Jackie's boyfriend, Jeff. Some of the football team make up part of the circle. Van and Tai are sitting together just to the right. Some kids you hardly knew, and Lottie is here too, sipping out of a plastic cup.

"I found them," Jackie announces, crossing the centre of the circle to take her place between Shauna and Jeff. "Now we can start." You glance around before squeezing in beside a guy named Jacob. You've spoken maybe once, but you know he's in your history class and on the football team. Mari sits on the other side. "I'll even go first." Jackie leans forward to grab the bottle sitting just off centre, spinning it harshly. You watch it turn and turn, already fed up with being forced to be here until it lands on someone other than Jeff, and the potential becomes clear. This could be the start of a drama-fuelled night if the subtle crinkle of Jeff's brow was anything to go off. One after the other, each person moves forward and spins the small bottle with varying degrees of intensity. The boys are refusing to actually follow the rules and kiss the first person it lands on. That should have been expected when there were more guys than girls.  After what feels like a lifetime and Jacob respinning the bottle three times until it landed on Lottie, and it was finally your turn. With a heavy sigh, you crawl across the floor to retrieve the bottle. Placing it back in the centre before spinning it gently; you did not want to drag this out longer than it needed to be. Your eyes follow the bottle as it goes around and around and around, losing momentum with each turn until it eventually stops. There are immediate cheers from some of the guys. It was pointed right at another girl. Vanessa Palmer.

"Can I spin again?" You ask, although you're already making your way back towards the bottle. A guy you do not know leaps forward to grab it before you can.

"Nope," They declare, sitting back down. You know it's just because they wanna see two girls, and this is the first time it's landed on another girl. But you also know they're gonna enjoy it a little too much, and that's off-putting.

"How is that fair?"

"Follow the rules," He responds.

"None of you guys did," You react, ushering to everyone who had gone before you.

"Just kiss."

"She's probably just scared she'll become a dyke if she kisses one," Childish chuckles. Jackie elbows her boyfriend. You roll your eyes but shuffle across the circle and settle down on your knees in front of Van. You had always liked Van. She was quick-witted and didn't take anything too seriously. She's always down to have a laugh and harmlessly tease. Pale skin decorated with freckles. Firey red hair that you've always found absolutely beautiful. She was cute but less girly than a lot of the others on the team. You've heard what people say about her in the hallways, but it's never seemed to bother her. You like that. But right now, she was doing anything to avoid your gaze. light pink cheeks. She was clearly a little embarrassed.

"Ignore them," You express quietly. "We really don't have to."

"It's okay," She responds. "I would hate to ruin this for you." It makes you chuckle just a little. Unsure if it was playful or intentional. You reach up to grace the curve of her jaw. You don't know what you're expecting, but her skin is so warm and soft. Her eyes flicker to yours briefly before you lean in. It's awkward. The boys are hollering loudly behind you. The twist in your stomach. Your heart beating so loudly in your chest, you're almost certain she could probably hear it. But when she relaxes, you do too, wanting to push further into her but pulling away instead. You search her eyes for any sense of regret as you settle back on your knees, but you're met with warmth. A real moment of connection until...

"Must have loved it- she's bright red." As you come back into the space, you can't help but notice the deep shade of red that has now taken over her face. Everyone is laughing. As harsh as it sounds, you know it's not about you. Nobody cares that you just kissed a girl. They care that the tomboy they think fancies girls kissed a girl. That's funny. Van jumps up and storms away.

"Ahhhh I knew she was a dyke,"

You scramble to your feet. "Van wait-" She doesn't listen. Voice probably drowned out by the sly comments and piercing laughter. A sharp turn. "You guys are fucking assholes." spat out before following the redhead. Lottie's cursed house is far too big to find anyone quickly. You have no clue where she went, but considering she's likely hiding from the crowds, the task feels infinitely more impossible. You barge into rooms with no care for what's happening inside. Eventually, your search leads you out into the night air. Stepping through clouds of smoke and drunk kids, you finally spot her sitting alone on the grass at the very end of the garden. Knees wrapped up in her arms and pulled to her chest. "Hey," said cautiously on approach. You take the lack of response as an invitation to join her rather than the obvious sign that she did not want to talk to you. Van doesn't move an inch. Keeps staring up at the house, bathed in light and loud music. It was much more peaceful down here. Everyone is too far away to acknowledge your existence. "Sorry about all that." You eventually say. "It was really shitty."

"I don't want your pity," Van huffs. You've never seen her like this. So bothered by what people think. She's usually so loud and boisterous. Making jokes at the worst times. But now she seemed quiet. Timid even. You're not sure what to say. You felt bad, but there was no way to make this better. Not really.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like you had to kiss me." You express quietly. "Everyone was just egging me on, that I felt like if I didn't-"

"-You just wanted to protect your reputation." It wasn't like you were the most popular person in school, but you definitely had a decent reputation. Most people liked you. Nobody teased you. You didn't have people whispering about you as you walked by. And so Van was sorta right in saying that the reason you did it was because of external pressure. You didn't want to ruin your social standing. 

"it was still shitty," You shrug. "I should have known it'd just make things worse for you."

"It's whatever, I'm used to it," Van responds. Maybe the sly comments really did get to her. Maybe she was just a lot better at hiding it when she didn't have multiple pairs of eyes staring at her. 

"If it makes you feel any better, you're not a bad kisser," You comment. "Much better than some of the guys."

"Careful someone hears you say that and they really will think you caught gay cooties from me." You know it's meant to be playful, despite the hint of a bite behind her words. 

"We both know that's not how that works." Her gaze flickers towards you. You offer what you hope is a reassuring smile. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Van just shrugs. You take it as a no. "I haven't. Not properly, anyway. It felt.... different. Not like how it does with the guys- Not that I'm making out with like half the boys, but you get what I mean, right?"

"...Are you fucking with me?" Van asks. "Did they like send you after me or something?" Your head shakes as you glance up at the house. Thinking of the circle of friends and strangers alike playing some childish game where you spin an empty bottle and kiss someone. They have probably long since moved on. 

"I think I have always kinda known I might be... y'know?" You nudge her gently. "And I just- I think you're really cool, Van, so,"

"So?" she wonders.

"Soooo I'd really like to kiss you again if that's okay?" Her attention immediately goes to your surroundings. Maybe still not convinced this wasn't a joke. It makes you chuckle a little. "This isn't some big gotcha moment, Van. I just think I like you is all," That draws her attention back to you. "I won't do anything unless you want to, of course." It would make the most sense for her to deny you. To walk away and forget this conversation even happened. And for a moment, you're just trapped in this endless stare, but apparently poor decisions are made with cheap alcohol because she leans in slowly. Unsure. Waiting for something to happen. Her lips lightly brush against yours, and you take it in stride. Instinctively reaching up, a hand graced the curve of her jaw to pull her closer. Deepening the kiss. Wanting to feel what it's like to really kiss Van Palmer. It's still slow. So much uncertainty, but it's enough to spark your senses, to feel like this is what you wanted. When you pull back, she can't look at you. Her face was taking on that deep shade of red again. "Wow," you express softly.

"Sorry,"

"Don't be," Your voice. "That was... more than expected, but good. Definitely still good."

"So now what?"

"I don't know," You shrug, standing up and brushing yourself off. "Wanna get messy drunk and talk shit about people?" You offer up your hand. A warm smile. She still seems cautious, but she puts on a tiny smile and takes your hand. 

"Alright," Van nods.

"Cool. Uh, you find somewhere to chill, I'm gonna go find Mari," You explain. "She'll get annoyed if I gossip without her. I kinda abandoned her back there."

BONUS

+ Slumped across the couch cushions. You feel good. light-headed. Listening to Mari evaluate the outfits of everyone who passes by. You occasionally weigh in with a remark, but the discussion is mainly between her and Van. Van, who's right next to you, and much more comfortable again. You've basically not left her side. Mari says you always do two things when drunk: spill secrets and get clingy. You would never deny it. You lie over the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. 

"You good?" Natalie walks into view, looking down with a smirk on her lips. 

"Oh my god, Nat! Hi!" You react excitedly.

"Had a little too much?"

"Never," Declared loudly. Reaching up to pull her down to your level. "I'm just happy to see you."

"Okay. You wanna let go?"

"You're one of my favourite people on the team, you know- don't tell anyone else!"

"I'll try not to,"

"Especially not Mari- she can be a real bitch about you."

"Hey!-" Her voice rings out, and you sit up properly to look straight ahead at Mari. "Can you like not?"

Nat just giggles. "I won't tell. promise,"

"Okay. Good." You let her go. "Do you wanna sit with us?"

"Nah, I just wanted to make sure you were good."

"Sit with us," you whine.

"No," She pats your hand gently.  "I'm gonna leave you in capable hands."

"So you hate me then?"

"She's drunk," Mari huffs. "Just ignore her."

"I can tell," Nat responds.

"She always get like this?" Van questions.

"You must have seen her before?" Nat asks.

"But she's not usually glued to my side."

"Yeah, she's clingy when she gets messy," Mari clarifies. "Your fault for letting her. Just shove her off."

"I wanna go home," You assert, resting your head on Van's shoulder.

"Right now?" Mari wonders. "You can't hold out a little longer?"

"No," You whine softly. "Now!"

"For fucks sake,"

"I can take her?" Van offers.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Van replies. You sigh softly, allowing your eyes to fall closed. "I don't mind," a beat of silence before Mari pipes up again.

"Okay, yeah. If you're cool with it, just make sure she's like safe."

"I got her, don't worry," Van urges. "Do you still wanna go now?" you nod. "Can you get up then?" You lift your head, opening your eyes. Mari has vanished, and you glance at Van. "I'm gonna take you home."

"Yay!" Van chuckles, standing up first before helping you.

"Let's go."

The brisk night is a delightful contrast to your flushed skin as you stumble down the street. Van has her hand in yours, mostly dragging you but also supporting each step. You remember leaving the party, however, you're not sure exactly where you are now. The roads are tranquil, and the air is still. The moon illuminates the world in its ghostly glow. This was not the way to your house. You don't recognise anything, and as she brings you up to an unfamiliar door, your brow wrinkles. 

"This is not my house."

"I asked where you live, and you just told me you were lost. This is my house."

"Oh," You do not recall that. "I'm staying at your house?"

"You're gonna have to," Van states. "Once I open the door, I need you to be really, really quiet, though, okay?"

"Okay," You nod, positioning a finger over your lips and making a shush sound.

"Shhhh," She mimics your motion. The door breaks open to darkness. Van doesn't give you a moment; she's already dragging you quickly through her space and straight into an unknown room. Light attacks the room, making you flinch, squinting in the brightness as the door clicks closed. It takes a beat before you adjust. Movie posters line the walls. VHS Tapes and cassettes litter the floor. You take a seat on the bed before collapsing backwards. Your body relaxes. Easily invited by the plush fabric into the world of the unconscious. You thrash a little against the covers. "I'll be right back, okay? Just stay here," You don't respond, rolling onto your side to face the wall. It doesn't take long for your body to feel overwhelmed by the warmth of being inside. The comfy duvet is doing nothing to help. Shuffling frantically against the bed. You just feel too hot and bothered. An overwhelming need to rid yourself of your top layer.  You kick off your shoes before taking off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear and a sense of relief at the air hitting bare skin. You settle down against the bed again, nuzzling into the duvet as the door opens again. "What the hell?"

"Too hot," you groan.

"Jesus Christ, uh..." you can hear her fumbling around the room. "Here," something is tossed on top of you and with a whine, your eyes open to clothing.

"No," you huff.

"I need you to put on some clothes, okay? Just shorts and a t-shirt, it won't make you too hot. I promise." Van urges, "Sit up for me." You ignore her instructions, a groan leaving your lips instead. You were tired. You just wanted to sleep. Van sighs softly, grabbing your legs and manoeuvring you so your legs fall over the edge of the bed. Peaking out from behind heavy eyelids, Van is crouched down before you. "Lift your leg," She taps your ankle a few times until you do as instructed, and then the same with the other. Pulling the shorts up over your skin. "I really need you to sit up. Just for a minute, please?" This time you listen, forcing the heavy weight of your torso upwards "Thank you." 

"Van," uttered calmly.  "Yeah?" She rises to her feet, reaching for the crumpled t-shirt on the bed. 

"Can you look at me," Her motion slows as she stands before you. Your eyes search her face, taking in every freckle. The roundness of her cheeks that were dusted pink. It makes you smile.

"Your face is red again," you declare, with a little chuckle. She really wasn't able to hide the emotions on her face very well. 

"I bet- can you lift your arms up?" They both shoot up into the air

"Van," You repeat, as she works your arms through the holes in her shirt.

"Yeah, bud?"

"You have really pretty eyes." Her movement stops for a wink before she resumes pulling the shirt over your head. You can't help but notice it smells like her. 

"All done,"

"Yay!" you smile, looking down at yourself.  "Can I sleep now?"

"Sure," you instantly plonk back down.

"I'm just gonna be on the floor," She explains, walking away from you. "If you need anything."

"No, in the bed," you reach your arms out. "Sleep with me."

"I don't think that's a good idea." The light goes out, plunging the room into darkness. 

"Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan," you whimper, getting louder with each letter. You hear her heavy footsteps as she scrambles to join you.

"Fine-okay, just be quiet. Please." Van demands. She lies down, and you roll into her, wrapping an arm around her. Nuzzling against her. Finding comfort in another presence. You hear her say something, but it's just a mumble as you fade into slumber.

[totallynotslothhh]

HOLD ME TIGHT

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

word count: 4,674

warning: smut, smoking, alcohol, oral!fem receiving, lil angst and fluff ig, fwb

description: The confusion in y/n’s mind intertwined with the sadness of seeing her long-time ex with another girl. Joost, a guy from the same group of her friends, suggests starting a particular relationship that will forever alter their friendship.

author’s note: I wrote this story while my favorite series was playing in the background, and I discovered a new way to focus. Incredible, but true. ANYWAY, sorry for the delay, but I’ve been busy all week and I wanted this first part to come out especially well to kick off the rest of the story. As always, let me know if you like the idea, if you’d like to read more. Personally, I really love this mix of tension and sweetness, and whatever other adjective you want to attach to it.

I’ll leave you to the read. See you soon.

big kisses!

(sorry if there are grammatical errors, I tried my best, English is not my first language!!!🙏)

part.1 part.2 part.3

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The cold air of the night breeze hit my bare skin so sweetly that I felt almost cradled by that freshness, which gradually made the fiery red color fade from my cheeks, a color that had framed my face for the past few hours. I had lost track of how many minutes had passed since I stepped out onto the little balcony of my friend’s house. She had organized a party and decided to invite me, or better yet, force me to come. Everyone had noticed my bad mood, which had now been lingering for five months.

The most frustrating, miserable, and exhausting five months of my entire life.

I sighed, closing my eyes and bringing the rim of a plastic cup filled with beer to my lips, lips once painted in a dark, now faded violet. The hours spent inside the house and the sticky, humid July air had ruined the makeup I’d done earlier that afternoon. I was sleepy, maybe even a little high; the alcohol coursing through my veins had relaxed every tense cell and was making me lose myself in a stream of thoughts that had no shape.

It was abstract, slow, and chaotic.

Thoughts tangled with the heaviness on my eyelids and on my heart.

They were just thoughts.

All kinds of thoughts, all trying to ignore the reality I was in.

Seeing my longtime ex with another girl had made me nauseous that morning, seeing the person I had spent more than three years with, after dumping me in the most pathetic way, through text messages, now, five months later, there he was with a new girl. It made me feel stupid. Twice as stupid. Because it wasn’t the first time he’d made me feel like this.

-Am I the only one who’s still hurting over him?-

-Should I just move on?-

-Is it me? Or is he the asshole?-

-Am I supposed to feel this way? Is it okay to feel this way?-

The cold, bitter beer slid down my throat, and with every sip, I felt closer to complete confusion. The questions that had been bouncing around in my head in the first weeks after the breakup were resurfacing, even stronger now. I thought I was moving on, detaching myself from him, finally feeling free.

And then the photo. That damn photo: of him with his new girlfriend asleep next to him. A new girl… with my ex. My heart dropped, my breath caught, and my eyes watered. The same heart that was now racing in my chest, the same breath that now reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, the same eyes now lost and staring blankly ahead.

The party hadn’t lifted my spirits, it had only drowned me deeper in my crashing waves of thought. Deeper in despair.

I was hunched over the railing, arms resting on it, hands holding the cup. I was probably radiating negativity and gloom from every pore. I hadn’t had a good evening, probably because of the dark cloud that hovered around me and the moody expression that had settled on my face without me realizing.

“Everything okay?” The deep voice behind me made me shiver for a moment. I knew who it was, even if it took me a second longer than usual to recognize him. Strangely, I managed to, and turned just enough to glance back at him, checking that he was, in fact, talking to me. Joost. I had met him a few years ago at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Since then, at nearly every event, gathering, or hangout, he was there. He was outgoing, kind, and I enjoyed being around him. It didn’t surprise me that he was worried about me, it surprised me that he noticed me alone on the balcony.

There were a lot of people, and yet he noticed me.

I straightened up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, giving a faint smile, feeling almost shy at his interest.

“Yeah, thanks” I don’t know why my voice came out so small, but it felt like he had barged into my mental spiral, abruptly stopping the flow. I felt exposed, just from his gaze alone. I would’ve felt that way even if it had been anyone else.

“Are you sure? I saw you from across the room earlier and got worried.” He stepped slightly closer, and I smiled again, my eyes turning into tired little crescents. I leaned my elbows on the railing again and took another sip of beer, catching Joost out of the corner of my eye as he leaned back against the railing, cigarette between his lips, lighting it up.

“Yes… I mean, the usual stuff.” I answered simply, resting my head on my hand and turning my gaze to the guy next to me. That night, strangely, he looked really attractive to me. Never before had he seemed this good-looking: tousled blonde hair, nose and cheeks slightly red, a white T-shirt under a short-sleeved, open black shirt, dark baggy jeans that fell below his knees. Maybe he always dressed like that, he had a unique way of expressing himself, even in his music.

But that night, I particularly appreciated it.

Not that I knew much about his music career, he’d played me something once during a night we ended up chatting and smoking on the rooftop of a mutual friend. I was mesmerized watching him: how he drew from the cigarette, how his blue eyes squinted with each puff, how he tilted his head back as he exhaled the smoke. His signature glasses, his neat mustache framing his lips, it all made me ask myself, in my altered state:

-Why is he here next to me?-

-Why is he interested in me now, of all times?-

“Hey, are you listening to me?” His voice cut into my mind suddenly, pulling me out of the trance I had slipped into while staring at him, almost in admiration. I shook my head slightly and let out a faint laugh, realizing how I must’ve looked to him: a girl completely lost in the fog of her own mind. A smile spread across his face, dimples deepening on his cheeks.

“Sorry, I was just- just thinking… What did you say?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, trying to focus on his words.

“I asked if you wanted a hit” he said, offering me the cigarette he held between his fingers. I stared at it for a moment before taking it, my lipstick leaving a faint mark on the filter, one he didn’t seem to mind, since he took it back and kept smoking like nothing had happened.

I finished the last sip of my beer, then mirrored his posture, gripping the railing with both hands.

There was a strangely pleasant silence.

A backdrop to our slow and likely fleeting conversation, yet it was enough to distract me from my relentless thoughts, flowing like a waterfall.

“I heard you broke up a few months ago” he said softly, almost as if he feared he was treading on a sensitive topic. Which… it was.

A very sensitive one.

“Yeah… it’s kind of a long story. I wouldn’t want to bore you” I said, eyes dropping to my shoes, which I had lined up together, while my free hand played with the hem of my shorts.

“I’ve got nothing else to do. I wouldn’t have come over if I didn’t care.” His warm voice, his comforting words, his presence beside me, all of it nudged me to open up.

I looked up again, my eyes falling on the old ashtray on a small table in front of me, filled with cigarette butts probably a week old.

“He dumped me, with a message.” I glanced at him. His eyes widened in surprise.

A confused frown crossed his face, then his gaze dropped to mine, maybe trying to read the dark circles under my eyes, my heavy eyelids. Maybe trying to understand if he heard me right.

I smiled a little, finding the whole thing oddly amusing. From an outsider’s perspective, it must’ve all seemed strange.

But it was okay. Seeing his gaze fall on my curved lips was okay. It was exactly what I needed that night.

“No way, you’re joking” he said with a light laugh, matching mine. He probably thought I was kidding, that no guy who seemed that in love would break up with someone that way.

Yeah, I thought the same thing five months ago.

“If it weren’t true, I’d sleep more than four hours a night. He chose to be a jerk” I replied with a bitter half-joke, watching his expression soften more with every word I said. “Stuff like that happens, I mean, I try not to think about it too much… or at least I’m trying not to. It hurt, but life goes on… at least I think so.” I chuckled softly, placing my hands back on the railing and tilting my head toward the sky.

I felt Joost’s gaze, heavy on my lips, then on my whole face. I could’ve sworn the alcohol in my system was making me enjoy these little attentions far too much.

I didn’t really want to be alone.

I didn’t want to be left drowning in my own thoughts.

I needed someone to tell me everything was okay, even if everything felt wrong. And it was fine that it was Joost who was with me.

It was fine that it was Joost looking at me like that.

“I can’t believe he broke up with you over a message” he said, and I heard the sound of his hands sliding into his pockets after finishing his cigarette. He shook his head, shrugging slightly. My eyes stayed locked on him. It felt almost instinctive to bite my lower lip as I looked at him.

“I wouldn’t have treated you like that.” He met my gaze. There was a pause before he said those words, and they made me smile, an honest, amused smile, as if teasing him. I kept my eyes on his and raised my eyebrows in a playful challenge, noticing how he tilted his head slightly, mimicking my expression.

“What? You don’t believe me?” he said, squinting slightly, clearly waiting for a reaction. The air between us was growing electric, and my soft laugh only made it worse, or better. A shiver ran down my spine, and suddenly my thoughts drifted to what could happen if the tension between us grew even thicker. And the thought… oh, it was tempting.

“Should I believe you? You don’t even know me that well, what if you’d treat me worse?” I teased, shifting back to my original position: body leaning against the railing, but now my head fully turned toward him. He hadn’t moved, still holding that challenging stance, though now with his arms crossed across his chest.

“You don’t need to know everything about someone to treat them with dignity.” His voice had softened into something warm, even comforting, but his gaze and the cocky half-smile on his lips said something else entirely.

They spoke of desire. Or maybe I was just imagining it.

“But still… knowing someone matters. You don’t know what I like, what I can’t stand, what I do when I’m sad… you don’t know anything about me, and yet you say you’d treat me differently?” Our eye contact lingered while I crossed my legs and narrowed my eyes in response to his. I hadn’t flirted like this in nearly four years, and my heart started pounding, releasing a rush of adrenaline I hadn’t felt in forever.

-He’s already treating you differently-

“That’s another phase of getting to know someone, don’t you think? Maybe a deeper kind of knowing…” he said, and I saw his hand rise. I instinctively pulled back a bit, but then felt his fingertips brush against my cheek, gently tucking away a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of my face. He was caressing my cheek, and it stirred a hollow ache in my stomach that made me smile. He seemed to like that smile. His eyes lingered on me a few seconds too long.

“You’d need that to really know if you’d treat me better or worse” I murmured, pressing my cheek into his warm palm, his fingertip gently tracing along my cheekbone.

“Why are you fighting this so much? Can’t you just admit I’m better than him? Even just in this conversation?” he asked, and I suddenly felt completely vulnerable. I lowered my gaze, and he followed it right away, that same little smirk on his lips, his hand steady and gentle on my face.

-He was right. He probably was. Most likely.-

“Look at me, y/n” he murmured, letting his fingers slide to my jaw, lifting my chin ever so slightly to guide my gaze back to him.

-When did he get so confident? So bold?-

“You’re playing dirty…” I whispered, locking eyes with his again, my cheeks warming under the tension of the moment. I felt completely lost. He was talking too much and doing too little.

If we didn’t end up in bed that night, I was going to be seriously disappointed.

“You’re taking advantage of a girl who just got dumped… mhhh, not so much better, Mr. Klein” I whispered, my eyes dropping from his to his lips. He liked that. I could tell from the low chuckle and the way he sighed. He let go of my chin and slid his hand back into his pocket, licking his lips.

I could see his mind racing, lingering on thoughts for long, quiet seconds, which gave me the illusion I had the upper hand.

-Upper hand on what? On a conversation that’s leading us to fuck?-

The thought made me laugh, and I let the sound slip out, still watching him, waiting for a reply.

“Aren’t you the one keeping this going?” he said, mock confused, raising an eyebrow and making a dramatic little frown. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip to stifle another laugh.

“You started it” I shot back, sticking out my tongue at him and letting my giggle spill freely. I placed my hands behind my back almost childishly, noticing the way his eyes dropped to my body, lingering a second longer on the low neckline of my fitted short-sleeved top I’d chosen for the party.

Joost could look. I was fine with it. I wanted him to.

-How long has it been since someone looked at you like that?-

“Why don’t you shut up for a bit?” The words landed directly in my ears, and I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine.

I gasped at the contact, instantly reaching up to cup his face, feeling his hands grab my hips, then slide briefly along the curve of my back. His lips were desperate against mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth so quickly it made my whole body pulse with heat, lower. I hadn’t felt that in months.

I was getting wet so fast it was almost embarrassing.

-Would he have found that pathetic? No, he’s not the type-

His cheeks under my hands were just where they needed to be, and when his grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer to him, I let out a muffled moan into his mouth, answering every needy, filthy movement of his lips.

We were two people who couldn’t wait to discover each other under the sheets.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or that natural craving to connect with someone physically, or maybe it was Joost’s inner and outer beauty, maybe it was all of it combined that made me say yes to going to his place. He whispered the suggestion against my lips after that passionate, promising kiss.

And just fifteen minutes later, we were in Joost’s hallway. We barely made it inside before crashing into each other again. I felt his hands grab my face, his lips returning to mine, his breath rushed and full of lust. The taste of alcohol and cigarette was back in my mouth as I kissed him again. I pressed my hands to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt and tugging it off him, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought. Now my hands were on his bare arms.

He groaned into the kiss, slipping his hands under my bare legs. I wrapped myself around him, legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and we didn’t even pause the kiss: frenzied, wet, now layered with hunger.

We’d already spent what felt like hours kissing on that balcony, with the late-night chill cooling our flushed bodies.

But now, there was no more time to waste.

-Maybe I really could forget my ex.-

“I really want to see if I’m not better than him” I heard whispered in my ear, still clinging to him as he walked toward the bedroom. I was so dazed I didn’t even look around, I didn’t inspect even a single inch of the apartment he lived in; the feeling of his hands gripping my ass, his breath against my neck, the scent of his skin, and simply his presence made me weak.

I felt myself laid down onto the mattress, relaxed against the cool sheets of his bed, which felt like they had been arranged just for that moment. I sighed, biting my lower lip and fixing my gaze on Joost’s body as he undressed: he had taken off his shirt and was unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“So sure of yourself?” I murmured, spreading my legs and raising my knees, almost like an invitation for him to descend onto my still-clothed body. He left the belt undone, his jeans unzipped, but didn’t take them off, in fact, he left them on even as he began to take care of me.

His fingertips gripped the hem of my shirt, using his gaze to let me know I needed to lift up. After pulling it off, his lips went straight to my neck, and his hands worked on the button of my shorts. He didn’t even manage to take them off before sliding his hand inside and caressing my wetness, even through my panties.

I muttered a few disjointed words, sounding more like pleading than anything else, arched my back, and ran my hands into his blond hair. His lips traveled down to my chest, leaving kisses, gentle bites, and teasing licks on the bits of skin exposed by my still-on black bra, which I wouldn’t remove until the act itself. His body over mine, his fingers circling my throbbing clit, and his lips hungrily, relentlessly moving down my belly.

I felt like the center of attention.

I felt truly seen by someone in that moment.

His seductive eyes sought mine, filled with pleasure not yet released.

“Please…” I whispered breathlessly, tugging at his hair to tell him to move. The more I trembled, the more he moved his hand, eventually pushing my panties aside and sliding his middle finger into my wetness. The obscene sounds left my lips as if they’d always belonged there.

I shut my eyes, arching my back, one hand gripping the sheet below me, which grew messier with each of Joost’s movements.

“so needy…” he said, lips brushing against the goosebumped skin of my belly, his finger continuing inside me, pressing exactly where it made me melt. I lifted my hips to encourage him, groaning in frustration when he withdrew his finger, leaving me empty for a few seconds just to pull down both my shorts and panties.

I flushed, throwing my head back into the pillow as I felt his warm breath against my core. No further words were needed before I felt the tickle of his mustache on my mound, and his hot, wet tongue traced precise licks along my entrance. I barely held in a moan, both hands gripping his hair and pushing him against me. I felt him smile against my skin, only encouraging him further.

His lips latched onto my throbbing bud, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body.

The electricity hit its peak when he suddenly inserted both his index and middle finger, adding a steady rhythm along with his frantic tongue on my clit.

I was going insane. That combination of movements, the obscene sounds from the clash of my fluids and his saliva, his occasional gaze, everything was perfect.

He kept licking, sucking, rubbing his lips against my entrance; sliding his fingers in and out, his fingertips working the same magic as before. I wrapped my legs around his head, gently pressing his cheeks against my hot thighs, making him groan, a sound that only added to the intensity rushing toward its peak with each minute.

His jaw was probably starting to ache, but I never once felt him pause, not unless it was to slightly shift his tongue’s rhythm. I was writhing beneath him, feeling the orgasm build closer. I gripped his hair, placed my feet on his back, thrusting my hips into his mouth and moaning loudly.

“Yes! Yes… please, Joost…” My pleas pushed him to continue, keeping that same pace until he felt my juices surge and my muscles tighten. I came quickly, moaning and tensing as he only stopped once I had completely ridden the orgasm. Panting, with a sheen of sweat on my body, I lifted my dazed eyes to look at him. He rose, equally breathless, his lips and chin glistening with my release.

“I need to fuck you.” he said, pulling himself up fully, his lips crashing onto mine in hungry kisses and bites, muffling our messy noises, which spoke only of desire.

After a few minutes, he managed to retrieve a condom from the top drawer of the nightstand. I didn’t give him time: while he was busy opening it, I had already dragged him back down beside me, lips plastered to his, leaving wet, desperate kisses from his lips to his neck to his arm, needy, tender kisses, full of unspoken words and overwhelming feelings.

“y/n, wait…” he chuckled, tossing the wrapper to the floor and sliding the condom on, as I kept nibbling gently on his shoulder, watching him crawl back over me with the same hunger as before.

“You really can’t wait five minutes? I just made you come” he said, smiling and glancing from my eyes to my lips, hands gripping the backs of my thighs.

“Aren’t you supposed to prove you’re better?” I teased, hands on his shoulders, laughing softly before moaning as I felt his length push inside me.

It was the most frantic, sweet, attentive fuck of my life.

His hips moved between deep, hard thrusts and slow, reassuring ones; words exchanged between carnal passion and ones that made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

A rollercoaster. That’s what it was.

His exhausted, sweaty body lay collapsed on mine, fists clenched beside my head, his face next to mine, his cock buried deep inside me. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, my nails now gently tracing his back after having scratched it with impulsive intensity at every deep thrust.

I kept my eyes closed, maybe afraid to open them and realize it had all been a dream.

-Maybe afraid to open them and realize I could live without my ex-

One of the most fulfilling sensations of my life. The two most intense orgasms I’d ever had.

They had erased every thought, every fear, every bad emotion. Feeling Joost’s body against mine, his heavy breath in my ear, made me feel alive again.

“You okay?” he whispered into the crook of my neck, leaving little kisses to check on me since I hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m good” I answered in a whisper, running my hands slowly through his hair as he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, his gaze roaming over my naked body. I let my hands fall to his chest, a small smile forming as I noticed the faint red marks I had left on his pale skin, dotted with occasional tattoos.

“You?” I asked in return, holding his gaze for a few seconds before unhooking my legs from his waist, letting him pull out.

Which he did, removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the bed.

“Never been better” he replied, lying down beside me and, with a natural gesture, pulled the sheet over both of us, assuming without asking that I’d be staying the night.

I accepted the silent decision and curled up on my stomach, closing my eyes and listening only to the slowing beat of my heart, still coming down from the high.

Joost’s naked warmth was the perfect lullaby, but I wasn’t sure I could treat it like it was just casual sex.

-I needed all of it. I needed that warmth-

I opened my eyes and found him already looking at me with those blue eyes that radiated so much certainty, it made me shy.

He noticed. He noticed my shyness, and it made him chuckle.

“Are you laughing at me?” I asked, hugging the soft pillow for a bit more confidence.

“Why?” his raspy voice perfectly framed the image of his tired but relaxed face. He placed a hand on my lower back, moving gently closer until he curled up beside me. I looked at him with those doe eyes I knew had a certain effect on him; he kept eye contact and nestled his head against my arm.

“You are laughing” I said again, sliding my arm around his shoulders, turning immediately toward him, embracing him. In turn, he ran a hand down my back and slowly closed his eyes, nuzzling against my chest, resting his head on my breast.

“Because you’re cute.” That sentence made me smile. I ran my hands through his hair and tangled my legs with his long ones.

“And that’s a good reason to laugh?” I asked, my face close to his as he lifted his head to look at me. A small hum came from his lips as he glanced over my tired face.

“We should do this more often… now that you don’t have a boyfriend…I mean, I just liked it. I like you” he said, stumbling a little but clearly trying to communicate his thoughts.

A thought that took root in my head.

A thought that left a hollow feeling in my stomach.

A thought that made my fingers tingle, which I kept busy stroking his soft hair I had been pulling just moments ago in ecstasy.

Pleasure, felt physically and emotionally.

Pleasure I’d gladly feel again.

Pleasure I hadn’t felt in a long time, wasted thinking about a guy who no longer wanted me the same way.

“Yeah…” I could only manage to respond with a breath, realizing I hadn’t even noticed I was holding it.

That night was just the first of many we’d spend tangled together, lost in each other’s warmth. Exhausted after sex, using it purely as an outlet. The following morning was just the first of many we’d spend drinking coffee together, watching each other, and truly discovering one another, piece by piece, we were building something not just physical, maybe something emotional.

Every glance, every word, every moment pulled me further from the image I had of my ex.

And I wondered: was I doing the right thing?

All this physicality with Joost, was it really what I needed? Was I just using him? Did the warmth that filled my heart every time he held and kissed me mean anything? Or was it just pure surface level emotion?

That thought haunted me. And while part of me was happy every time I was with him, another part wasn’t sure I understood the situation I was in anymore.

[heartz4levi]

Bunny Luka sfw and nsfw plsss i love your writing

i get what i like, cause it's mine !

☆ thinking abt bunny luka sfw + nsfw . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, gn reader . . modern au ,, reader is bunny luka's owner ,, yes i talk abt him going into heat ,, humping ,, possessive & territorial luka ,, insatiable luka ,, somebody needs to neuter him and then me.

bunny luka, who has the floppiest ears and the softest little tail.

will he let you touch them? at first, no. but when he begins to get used to your presence, having you around, then he'll slowly start warming up to you and will allow you to pet his ears and/or his tail. but be gentle! luka doesn't like it when you tug.

for the most part, luka is a well—behaved bunny. he doesn't bite, doesn't growl and doesn't thump his foot on the ground repeatedly to express his annoyance. or any other negative emotion, for that matter.

luka lives a simple, spoiled life as a bunny. he has a set diet and won't eat anything that isn't included in it, nor will he eat at any time that isn't feeding time. he will accept any and all kinds of treats 24/7 though.

he prefers to stay inside the house, curled up somewhere next to you. most of the time, curled up on you. on your lap, if you're laying down then on your chest, if you're laying down on your stomach then even on your back. as quiet of a bunny as luka is, he is very, very clingy.

heavens forbid you leave without telling him where you're going, what you're planning to do at that new destination and how long he will have to wait for you to come back. you can be as discreet as you want, slipping out of bed in the early morning or late at night and leave quietly — but when you come back, luka is at the door, a frown crossing his features.

luka is fine with you bringing friends over, but he will be steering clear of them. he either won't show his face the entire time they're there, hiding somewhere within the house or he'll hide behind you and glare at the other person until they decide that it's time they head back home.

considering bunnies don't have a set time period in which they mate, you never know when you'll find yourself having to deal with a hormonal, whiny luka.

he could wake you up late into the night, trying to muffle all of his mewls in the crook of your neck while humping his leaking cock against whatever part of your body he can reach first. sometimes, you could be doing household chores, such as cooking and luka will waltz into the kitchen, movements a little bit jittery before he latches himself onto you.

luka is a lot more territorial whenever he becomes sexually frustrated and needs some immediate relief. he'll bury his face into your skin much more often to breathe in your scent, will even attempt to mark you himself and, surprisingly enough, will display hostile behavior towards others.

this is the one exception where you can't bring any of your friends over. if you do, luka hisses at them the moment they walk in through the front door. he won't leave your side, clutching onto you tighter than he usually does. do not leave him and your friend alone because luka will bite. just take him to the bathroom with you, at this point.

during times in need such as these, luka's ears and tail become a lot more sensitive. don't pet them if you don't want him to pounce on you immediately and claw at your clothes, rushing to get — or rather tear — them off of you.

regardless of whether you do or don't help him with his temporary dilemma, luka will be insatiable. if you don't help him, he'll press his clothed, aching cock against your ass every time your back is turned to him. although you don't make an effort to give him some form of relief, you don't complain either whenever he tries to find some relief himself. therefore, luka will persist until he's satisfied.

if you do help, your schedule better be completely clear for the next few days because luka will not let you get out of bed. it doesn't matter who is in charge, it doesn't matter if all you're giving him is your hand or more, luka will pull you back each time you try to pry yourself out of his grasp. you decided to help him, so now you'll do just that until he's satisfied.

all in all, luka is one clingy bunny.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ok but hear me out bestie:

I think a fix with Luke and reader (established couple) and they have a pregnancy scare (totally false alarm) would be so funny

Their reactions and maybe some fluff in the end would be cute too

i love this sm omg 😭 😭 he’d be terrified

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You woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling the urge to throw up. You were nauseous as you stood up, stumbling towards the bathroom.

You breathed heavily, a hand over your face, leaning against the wall. You put the back of your hand onto your forehead, furrowing your eyebrows. You didn’t feel hot.

You were confused, and that’s when the thought popped into your head. You were late, and you felt sick. No way. You originally thought, shaking it away.

Your heart and mind raced with the thought throughout the rest of the day, and it was when you were training with Luke when he noticed. You were off the whole day. He disarmed you, your sword falling to the ground. He smiled, getting ready to tease you when he saw your face.

"You good?" he asked you, smile faltering when he looked back up at you. His expression turned into one of concern as he stared at your features, trying to figure out what was wrong in his head.

"I... have something to tell you."

He furrowed an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side and looking at you in confusion.

"Y/n?"

"Sit down." You told him. Okay, now he was really concerned. He sat down with you on a nearby rock, holding your hand in his to bring comfort.

"Luke... I think I'm pregnant."

His mouth flew open, eyebrows creasing, trying to tell if you were joking or not.

"What? Are you serious?" he asked you with a nervous laugh, gripping your hand a bit tighter.

"I don't know, really, I have to take a test, but I needed you to know."

"What makes you think that your pregnant?"

"I woke up this morning feeling super sick, and I threw up... And I'm a week late!"

He swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding slowly to your words. "We should... take a test, right?"

"Yeah, but where the hell would I even get one? Not too sure that's something they keep in a camp."

"I know they have some in the big house. I can go sneak in and steal one or two." he shrugged.

You furrowed an eyebrow, wondering how he knew that, but ignored it for now. You just nodded, and he grabbed your sword, helping you off the rock. You both walked silently to your cabins.

"I'll get them tonight, and see you tomorrow morning." He told you, both of you standing in front of your cabin.

"Okay." you sighed out. He leaned in, putting his lips on yours. "See you tomorrow," You spoke when he pulled away. He nodded, waiting until you were inside to walk to the Hermes cabin.

He let out a sigh, running a hand over his face, glancing over at the big house and back at his cabin.

He knocked on the window next to your bed, you sat up quicker than the flash, opening it as quickly as you could.

"Jesus, did you even sleep?" he whispered to you, looking around your space. You shook your head. "I couldn't."

"Here." He handed you two boxes. "Thank you." You whispered, going into the bathroom while he sat on your bed, anxiously waiting for you, his leg bouncing up and down while he bit his nail.

It had felt like hours until you came out, holding both tests in front of you, both negative. He let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in.

"Thank Gods." He muttered, sighing and getting into the bed next to you. You put your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his figure.

"I don't know, would kids be that bad?" you asked him, looking up at him.

"I mean, I'm not against us having kids in the future. Right now, In camp? Recipe for disaster."

You nodded in agreement, looking back ahead, and shutting your eyes.

"Believe me, soon as we're outta camp, I'll give you all the kids you want." He told you with a smile, kissing the crown of your head while you giggled.

[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card : What kind of changes do you need to make in-order to live the life you want ?

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𐙚 You need to love yourself more to bring out your feminine side to make change the way you see your life or we say perception . There's a need to let yourself come in a flow and go in a flow without being more of that rigid minded person . You need to remove mental limitations .

𐙚 You need emotional balance , I sense . An emotional balance that can be only created by making your own boundaries and principles for yourself with all the spheres in your life accordingly . Try to let yourself to feel the present or to feel yourself in present .

𐙚 You people really need to think less , feel more. You need to socialise and change your environment, so you can facilitate yourself with more opportunities that can help you bring yourself out truly , Stop thinking alot about everything .

𐙚 Stop fearing from negative experiences and start to move forward to things by taking lessons from the past and using it practically when things come again like that , remember life is about learning and nurturing .

𐙚 stop yourself from getting attached to materialistic view or goals because if you let yourself get attached to it you will loose the sight for living life and will fall into the prey of jealousy , envy and anger .

𐙚❀˖° Prominent zodiac signs and planets from the reading: Pisces, cancer ,scorpio , saggitaurus , jupiter , moon in gemini .

✧ Pile 2.

Namaste pile 2 ! Let's get with your reading :-

𐙚 same as pile 1 : You need to love yourself more to bring out your feminine side to make change the way you see your life or we say perception . There's a need to let yourself come in a flow and go in a flow without being more of that rigid minded person . You need to remove mental limitations .

𐙚 you have this very intuition inside you that you need to use , you have this clash of thoughts inside your mind when it comes to decision making regarding anything which leads you to confusion , to avoid this start listening to your feelings - if you feel like to study when you don't then go because what is you find something helpful .

𐙚 You have great potential to become psychics also that start understanding your dreams more - I hear bull and deer . You need to connect with your deepest self so you can heal , I sense that you need to follow what you always wanted but couldn't . Stop being defensive in general.

𐙚 Start to become more logical , practical and cautious where required. you have great potential but you haven't got the complete access because of certain things. Start to manifest I heard .

𐙚 Start loving your body and worship, some of you might fall into this trap of falling society and people , don't do it because you are different and you need to believe your light and shine .

𐙚❀˖° Prominent zodiac signs and placement:

Pisces, cancer ,scorpio, moon , libra , aquarius, 1st house and 5th house .

✧ Pile 3.

Namaste pile 3 ! Let's get with your reading :-

𐙚 You people need to understand the value of keeping your mind calm whenever faced with any tough situation rather than that of fighting deal it with in a calm way , in any situation just making yourself win shows ego and attachment to win by wrong defence.

𐙚 You need to believe yourself , also that remember we got all what we needed but how we use those differs which make things different . Use your wild side to make things work for you and flex your emotional muscles now more .

𐙚 Do you focus balancing yourself or do you focus more on balancing your external factors ? ask yourself . Time is precious, if you will keep thinking about other things which are of no importance then for you it will become difficult to maintain yourself .

𐙚 you need to be more patient with things , wait before you speak and think after this proceed . Be open and receptive to information. Gather facts so that you can make a decision that is in line with your integrity.

𐙚 Start to worship your deities more , start to take spiritual knowledge and apply them practically in in your life . Apply or get some tricks or methods to renovate certain things about yourself especially your impatience and feeling to fight always .

𐙚❀˖° Prominent zodiac and placements : libra , sun, leo , cancer, 1st house and 3rd house.

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