#Stargirl fic

[reallykaz]

— .best date ever! // matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

plot summary : when the cute guy in your class asks you out on a date, you’re more than happy to go. but you didn’t expect a fun time at the amusement park would end in the back seat of his car with your clothes off and his lips on yours.

content warnings : very mature themes (18+ MINORS DNI) strong language, small mention of anxiety. fluffy plot with porn at the end! first date things and matt being down bad for reader. tension in a photobooth ;) smutty car sex, oral sex and unprotected p in v (pls don’t do this!be safe!)

a/n : i’m a slut for a man who can drive. that’s it. also this is my first time writing smut so i hope it's up to standards lmaooo i really dk how i feel about this either… like always all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <333

wc : 5.5k

"Fuck! I have nothing to wear!"

Saturday night and you were stressing, half of your closet was scattered around your bedroom floor and your desk was a mess with makeup and hair products. The whole room smelt like perfume, vanilla lotion and nail polish from the last two hours you’ve been getting ready.

It was finally the night of your date with Matt and you were beyond nervous. You’ve known each other since middle school but you mostly talked in English class for the past four years - just simple ‘hi’s’ and exchanged smiles.

It took you by surprise when Matt asked you out on Wednesday because you had no idea that he had any type of attraction for you. In school he was quiet, played a few sports and only hung out with his brothers and best friends. You didn’t know much other than that.

Stalking his instagram didn’t offer much

But you were glad he was taking you out. It was the first time a guy has actually wanted to go on a date with you and Matt seemed really genuine. You were excited for once because usually being with guys has always left you feeling used, empty and no good. But this was different.

Matt had asked you for your number too when he asked you out and obviously you couldn’t say no when he looked down at you like you hung the moon so you had been texting each other a couple times for the past three days.

It was only very casual but instead of asking for pictures of your tits, he’d actually ask about your day and would make you laugh with unfunny jokes. So yeah, it was definitely different.

After twenty hectic minutes later and your mom bombarding your personal space to ask about the date, you had finally picked out an outfit - cute and simple with a hint of sexy and hot. It was good and you looked good in it.

When your phone vibrated from a message notification, you knew it was Matt and your gut swirled with butterflies. After dousing yourself in some more perfume, topped up your lipgloss and fixed up your hair, you check your phone.

from matt🤍 i’m outside :)

You immediately go into panic mode when you hear the doorbell ring and you couldn’t have ran downstairs any faster than right now. "Honey? Is that your date? I wanna meet –

"Bye mom! Be back by midnight! Love you!" Matt drops the kind smile and rehearsed lines in his head when you’re slamming your front door and dragging him back to the car by his hand as he looks back in case your parents walked out, "Was I not supposed to knock? I didn’t know."

You glance at your door when you turn to him, looking up with a smile. "It’s okay, I just didn’t want my mom to start yapping on if she saw you, we’d both we there for hours." Matt nods at your explanation, forgetting about the flowers in his hand when he actually looks at you.

His eyes trail up and down to check you out, the way your skirt clung to your hips was enough to make his head spin and cock twitch. Matt couldn’t believe that tonight he was the one you were all dressed up pretty for and the thought made his tummy swirl. He felt more nervous after realising he was staring.

Luckily you didn’t even notice because you were doing the exact same thing. Your eyes trained on the chain around his neck before they glance all the way down to the rings on his hands and that’s when you see the sweet smelling flowers. You try to ignore the veins popping out from how tight he was holding them. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck

"These are for you,"

Matt holds out the flowers and you grab them off of him, fingers brushing against his as you beam. "This is really sweet, Matt. You didn’t have to do all of this," you couldn’t believe you were already blushing over some flowers and Matt just shakes his head with a smile, "I wanted to, don’t worry."

There’s a pause when Matt just looks down at you, bashful smiles on both of your faces and he liked the way your eyes looked more light with the sunset in your face. Now, there was tension in the air surrounding the two of you.

"Well thank you, really." Your voice was genuine but small, turning shy under Matt’s gaze as you avoid his eyes by looking at the flowers in awe.

"C’mon, let’s go." You look up and see Matt holding the passenger door open, "get in." He nods his head and you comply, leaning down to get in the car and immediately smelling his natural scent. It was nice, sort of safe.

"Where are we even going anyways?"

—

"Oh my god! You’re such a cheat!"

A loud set of giggles escape your mouth when you see Matt get more and more aggravated from the game of mini golf. He hides his own smile whilst shaking his head, focusing on getting his blue ball into the hole where your red one was already in, sitting nicely. "I am not!"

The fluorescent lights from the Ferris wheel was reflecting down on both of your faces, brightening the whole mini golf course in multicolours and it made the whole experience better. The amusement park was really busy for a Saturday night so when you both arrived, Matt used the excuse of 'not wanting to lose you' to hold your hand. It was silly but it made you smile anyways.

You then spent the next two hours holding his hand, laughing and competing against each other in those little mini game stalls that gave you a teddy as a prize. But Matt had won you a little heart keychain that already held so much significance to you already, you knew you'd keep it forever. He then dragged you on a couple of rollercoaster rides with the promise that you could drag him into mini golf afterwards.

Matt didn't realise that you were actually really good at it.

"I'm gonna get this next one, just watch." After throwing you a promising look, Matt focuses on the ball and you grin at the way his tongue poked out in concentration before he hits it with his little matching blue club and it finally goes into the hole. "See? Told you," his eyes light up when he looks back up at you with a smug smile on his face and you match his excitement, naturally wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. "I knew you could!"

Matt's heart flutters for the 100th time tonight and he completely melts into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist tightly. Your bodies swayed together in a moment of celebration and Matt could feel how warm you were against him.

"But guess what?" You both pulled away but you still kept yourself close when you look up at Matt with a playful smile and twinkling eyes that made him adore you, "what?" He knew full well what but seemed to find himself enjoying entertaining your banter in the last few hours.

"I still win," you let out a soft chuckle at his teasing glare, positively ignoring the way his simple touch made you feel so alive when you hugged. "Do you?" Matt questions quietly, tilting his head to the side that made you mirror his expression. Before you could answer, his hands were wrapped back around your waist and tickling your sides.

To an outsiders perspective, you and Matt looked like a young and happy couple that were very much in love with one another. The way your bodies just naturally gravitated towards each other so easily with either a simple touch or a quick glance seemed normal.

Matt was comforting. And he made you feel safe in every sense of the meaning. It was difficult to describe how you felt right now because you didn't understand it whatsoever but you knew you could be your genuine self and that's what mattered the most. You just had no idea how to tell him or if you should say anything at all.

"Ah! Stop! I can't breathe!"

Matt lets out a loud laugh, letting go of your body to almost keel over in laughter at the snort that just appeared in the middle of giggles. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, eyes wide as you hold your cheeks in complete disbelief that Matt just heard your ugly laugh on the first date. "Oh my god! Pretend you didn't hear that."

"No way that just happened," Matt calms his laughter, looking at the way your cheeks burned red and smiling. He knew you were embarrassed but he didn’t want you to be, it was cute.

But in hopes to make you feel better, he quickly changed the subject.

Turning to grab the golf balls, he walks over to throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "C’mon, let’s go winner." You jokingly poke his side that makes him flinch and it makes you both laugh, "you’re such an idiot."

—

It had maybe been a half hour later and more smiles and small touches had been shared over some cinnamon churros. The sky was pitch black now and the air was colder. The amusement park was becoming more packed with teenagers and college kids instead of the typical families with their small children.

You could tell that Matt was more comfortable around you now in comparison to when he first picked you up. Conversation was easy with him, talking about anything or anyone and still finding it interesting. You learned more about the sports he played and his family and friends.

The conversations never expanded any deeper than casual and it was actually a relief. For some reason you wanted to find things about Matt through time and peeling back layers the more you got to know each other. You liked it better that way because it was real to you.

"Oh look! There’s a photobooth,"

Matt’s eyes looked away from you to glance at whatever you were pointing at in hopes you didn’t catch him staring and was thankful for the colourful string lights scattered above you that cleverly hid his blush. His fingers brushed softly against yours when you walked side by side, itching to touch you.

He had been stealing shy glances at you all night and kept thinking about how he could ask you out again after the night was over. But all night his anxious mind had tried to betray him and things like holding your hand needed a lot of courage to do despite the relieved feeling afterwards.

"You wanna go?" His hands twitched at his sides and when you look back at Matt with a smile, his mind went blank when you grabbed his hand this time with such ease. "C’mon," you dragged him towards the empty photobooth, quickly dodging the crowds of people in your way in hopes it’ll stay empty. "Excuse me! Thank you!"

Your hand was still holding his when you looked past the beige curtain and down at the tiny seat that was supposed to fit the both of you. "Oh."

Matt entwined his hand away from yours to slip past you and sit on the seat, manspreading and tapping his lap. "Come here," you watch in awe and the low tone of his voice gives you no choice but to lower yourself down on his thigh, fiddling with the ends of your skirt shyly. "Is this okay?"

Matt didn’t answer and just pulled the curtain shut and leaving you both under shitty, dim lights and away from everyone’s eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice soft when he looks back at you, glancing at your lips and back to your eyes. Your heart races from the closeness and you just let out a strangled hum, "mhm." You nod.

Matt just gives you a cocky grin, "good." The heat between your legs throbs when his arm wraps around your waist and rests on your bare thigh to toy with the bottom of your skirt. He leans over to touch the screen, tightening his grip on your body and you could barely focus.

You were convinced he knew what he was doing and the worst thing about it was that it felt right. You didn’t want anything like this to happen tonight, if anything, nothing sexual at all with Matt because you were scared of losing something you never had.

But whatever this was felt different.

"You ready?" You blinked at him, an arm wrapped around his neck when he just looks at you. A look so simple that made you feel so much. "Yeah," you try to disregard your thoughts for the next five minutes of happiness.

Matt caught you by surprise when he squished your face for the first photo and just before the light flashed, you squished his face too. The two of you trying to smile at the camera with your hands wrapped around each other’s faces.

"Funny faces?" You suggested for the next photo, blissfully unaware of Matt’s hand coming over your head when he nods in agreement. The second shot is with Matt sticking his tongue out and looking at your cross eyes and your pout, trying not to laugh at the bunny ears.

Afterwards, you both just laughed together.

"Hey, look at me," Matt whispers and gently grabs your jaw to pull your face towards his, the small smile on your face disappearing when your eyes meet. Your skin turned hot when his fingers began stroking up and down your thigh lightly, making your skirt shift further up your hips. "Yeah?" You felt breathless.

Neither of you realise the camera just took another shot because all Matt could focus on was the need to kiss you. He was already half hard in his jeans just from you sitting on his lap and he could feel the cotton of your panties rub against his thigh. You were driving him crazy.

Matt really did want to kiss you more than anything and he knew you did too with the way you leaned closer and fluttered your eyes but he just couldn't. He had no idea why and it was frustrating, he felt like a complete coward. Why can't he just kiss you?

Your face drops when Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, dropping his hand and leaning his head into your neck to close his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whines softly and you can feel him leave a quick peck to your skin which makes you feel weak so you look down at him in confusion. "Is something wrong?" You ask lowly.

When Matt looks into your eyes, you could see how his pupils were blown out and it was captivating. For a moment you're convinced he's either going to tell you what's up or kiss you when his lips part but nothing happens and you feel confused. "Matt?"

The loud speaker of an AI voice cuts you both off to let you know that your photos have been printed and to leave the booth. You let out a sigh when Matt immediately stands up, gently pushing you off his lap and pulling the curtain back open. You couldn't even focus on anything else when you follow after Matt like a puppy.

"Matt?" You call after him when you see that he was walking away, "Where are you going?" Pulling back his tattooed arm to make him look at your frown and you notice the strip of photos of you both in his hand. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking with the way he was looking down at you. "I thought we were having a good night."

In reality, Matt felt embarrassed. His mind was working in overdrive and wouldn't blame you if you thought he was an asshole. He was angry at himself for leading you on like that because that was never his intention. He really did want to kiss you and touch you without worrying constantly about little things.

"Let me take you home, yeah?"

Matt spoke softly but didn't wait for an answer from you before walking through the carpark and you once again had no other choice but to follow after him. You didn't want to end the night like this. You refused to.

"I don't want to go home yet," Matt hears you whisper and feels your hand pulling on his arm again so he turns back around to glance down at you. He sighs when he sees the dejected look in your eyes but the touch of your fingers trailing his tattoos makes his head spin and now he could only think about one thing.

"Get in the car."

_

The low hum of Matt's playlist was playing quietly when he drives into an empty carpark, surrounded by nothing but trees. Since the Photobooth incident, neither of you have talked and you're pretty sure Matt hasn't even looked your way. "Where are we?"

There’s a pause that makes you look at Matt properly. You knew he wanted to say something with the look on his face and you felt bad. It was like one moment the two of you were having the best night ever to being in awkward silence.

"I’m sorry."

You didn’t know why Matt was apologising to you because there was nothing to apologise for, not really anyways. You weren’t that much of a bitch to get angry at him for what happened earlier because it was clear there was more to it.

"You don’t have to say -

"I like you, okay?" This catches you off guard - even after all of the hand holding and longing glances tonight - it doesn't stop the fluttery feeling in your gut from hearing it out loud.

"I really really like you." Matt's voice breaks in desperation and you look at him staring at his front wheel like it's the most interesting thing ever. The light in the car was dimly lit so it was hard to read Matt's expression from the angle you're sitting at.

Matt doesn’t give you a second to reply, "and every second of this night has been like heaven and now i feel like such an asshole for leading you on like that because that was never my intention. I would never do that to you."

Finally, your eyes meet.

"I really did want to kiss you." The needy tone in his voice was driving you crazy and your body slowly gravitated towards his over the console. Matt never took his eyes off of you, eyes glancing at your lips when you speak. "It’s okay."

The way you’re looking at him now was enough for Matt to grab your face and bring your lips to his. You can feel the coldness of his rings on your skin when his tongue slips into your mouth and it makes you whimper, clenching your thighs together and reaching for Matt.

A strangled groan escapes his throat when he feels your hand pulling on his hair and he has to stop himself from dragging you on his lap. The low music playing in the background is drowned out by your lips smacking together and all of the pent up feelings Matt's had all night has just rushed straight to his dick. He had to pull away.

"Fuck." Matt mumbles and you watch him try to adjust his jeans, lifting his hips and pulling on the waistband. Your lips are plumper than usual and you slowly wipe them with a small smile when Matt looks over at you, "You're driving me crazy."

You know Matt's hard when you glance back down but you're taken by surprise when you really see how big he is. His rushed attempt of tucking it into his waistband was a failure. Matt knows you've seen how hard he was and it makes him blush. When he feels your hand trailing up and down his arm, it makes his breath hitch and that makes you smirk, "You're so cute."

"Shut up." He's smiling when he kisses you again and it does in fact shut you up. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to rough and needy in a second. Once you feel Matt's hands trail from your face and down your body, you're the first one to initiate more when you grab his hand and guide it between your thighs.

Matt pulls away and with half-lidded eyes, he looks down to see your legs spread and your flipped skirt covering his hand. "You're so wet," he chuckles softly when you moan, eyes rolling back when his fingers touch you through your panties. "This is what you do to me."

"Do you-" Matt stops mid sentence when you begin to kiss down his neck and pulls away to look at you properly, "Do you wanna go in the backseat?" You notice how blown out his pupils look and it makes his eyes darker in the dim light and you imagine looking at them every morning as you both lay together with the warm light reflecting through the windows.

Matt gets nervous at your silence.

"We don't have to, I don't expect anything from you if that's what you're wondering." He reassures, not wanting to say the wrong thing and scare you off. In all honesty, Matt didn't expect anything like this to happen when he kissed you but this was in the moment and for some reason it felt right. But he'd never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. "I can just take you home if that's -

"I want to." You cut him off.

"Yeah?" Matt sighs with relief and he smiles when you nod. "Yeah." You mirror his smile and with a quick kiss to your lips, you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the backseat with such ease that makes you wonder if he's done this before.

"C'mere." Matt taps his lap and you glance down at his dick once more before climbing over the seats to go to him. In your perfectly awkward fashion, you end up practically tripping into Matt's lap and he quickly grabs the back of your thighs to steady you as you both giggle quietly together. "Sorry." You whisper.

"You really are beautiful," The way he looks up at you feels so intimate and sincere that it makes you think that nobody has ever looked at you like Matt does and that realisation was scary yet so endearing. "I bet you say that to all of the girls you seduce into the backseat of your car," You joke with a playful eye roll and it makes him laugh.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too."

You can't wipe the grin on your face when Matt leans up to kiss you, his hands trailing around your body. "And you're the only girl I've ever seduced into the backseat of my car," he whispers against your lips before kissing you softly, the both of your eyes fluttering closed.

Your hands wander down his chest to the bottom of his shirt when your tongues swirl together and you can still taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue from earlier. When you feel Matt's hands moving up your thighs slowly, you begin to tug off his shirt and he pulls away from the kiss to take it off and throw it on the floor.

"You too." Matt whispers and his hands are playing with the hem of your dress, looking up at you to make sure if that's what you want. Your heart is pounding when you lift yourself up off Matt's lap to take off your dress that leaves you in your matching lace set and when you see his eyes light up, it makes you feel better.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay." Matt reassures softly and his touch feels ten times hotter now you're half naked that it makes you feel goosebumps. He leans up to kiss your chest and his hands find themselves back between your thighs and it all feels so overwhelming in the best way possible. "Can I touch you?" The way he asks makes you melt.

"Mhm, please." You beg with your head nodding and grinding your hips into his hand. "Please touch me, Matt." Your desperateness makes his cock twitch and he ignores it with a smirk, gently pulling your thong to the side and running a finger through your folds before finding your clit and that makes your thighs twitch when you drop your head on his shoulder with a whine, "Fuck."

"You’re so needy for me." He says so smugly, easily slipping two fingers in you and feeling how wet you are. You reply with moan, riding your hips when he curls it upwards and he can feel you squeeze around him and Matt can’t wait till you’re doing the same thing around his cock.

When Matt starts rubbing his thumb against your clit at the same time, you’re moving your hands down to his clothed crotch and feeling how hard he is. He groans lowly when your hand wraps around his print, "and I’m needy?"

"Don’t tease me." His fingers slip out of you to grip onto your thighs tightly and you begin to undo his belt and jeans. "Let me show you how much I like you, okay?" Matt lifts his hips up to pull down his pants when you drop to your knees, staring up at him through your lashes and playing with the waistband of his boxers. "Okay."

Matt lets out a moan of relief and throws his head back when you finally pull them down and take his dick in your mouth. He didn't think you could get any prettier but seeing you like this was heavenly – it was like all of his 14 year old fantasies coming true.

"Oh my god, sweetheart." You feel Matt's hands grabbing your hair and gently moving it out of your face so he could really look at you. You hum with his cock in your mouth and when he moans from the vibrations, you try to go deeper and you can feel his tip at the back of your throat and the salty taste of his pre-cum makes you choke. "Fuck. You don't have to do that."

"I wanted to." You smile sweetly and look up at Matt, watching the way he licks his lips when you rub your thumb against his swollen red tip and a strangled noise escapes his throat. Your knees are beginning to hurt but just before you could wrap your mouth around him again, Matt is holding your face and pulling you back up to his face.

"I really want to fuck you." Matt whispers lowly when he leans up to kiss your neck and just before you straddle him again, his hands are pulling your thong down your legs and toying with the lace on it. "Let me ride you." You whisper and Matt feels his heart race at the way you're looking at him as if he had no choice but to let you.

A small squeal leaves your throat when Matt pulls you on his lap abruptly and you both chuckle lowly before you're grabbing his face and kissing his lips as if your life depended on it.

His hands come up to undo your bra and when it comes off a few seconds later, you definitely know he's done this before. You grind your hips so you can feel his tip rub against your clit that feels so good that you pull away from the kiss to moan.

Matt's breathless when his hands grip your hips, helping you grind against him and feeling you get wetter by the second, "I don't have a condom." When he says this, you don't really think it through stupidly enough and just shake your head. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." This moment felt too nice to just stop and Matt just went along with it – obviously thinking with his dick.

When Matt finally thrusts up into you, the stretch stings and you've really underestimated how big he is because he already feels so deep. It was one thing having him in your mouth but when he's fucking up into you like this felt so much more intense and you couldn't tell if you were just really cock drunk or completely in love.

Probably both.

"Fuck, I swear this pussy was made for me."

Definitely both.

"It's yours." You moan when you ride your hips on his dick, pushing him down on the seat and Matt is in amazement when he looks up at you with flushed cheeks. His hands are trailing up and down your body, wanting to touch everywhere all at once when he leans up to try and kiss you. "All yours." You whisper and his lips are on yours.

The kiss is messy, hot and passionate all at once and when your movements gets faster, you're practically moaning into each other's mouths. The car slowly moves with rhythm and you subconsciously pray nobody can see from outside even if it's dark because it's really obvious with the steamed up windows around you both.

Matt notices the way your thighs begin to shake and the way your bouncing becomes quicker, "Are you gonna cum?"

You let out a mix between a hum and a moan, nodding your head when you feel your legs begin to burn. But just as you feel the familiar tightness in your tummy, Matt's holding your waist tightly and thrusting up so hard into you, it makes you cum instantly and you gush around him.

The music playing softly in the background is drowned out by your loud moans and Matt has a smug smirk on his face when your eyes roll back and your orgasm takes over until he feels his own. In all honestly, he was ready to bust the minute he was inside you but he had to make you cum first. It was a priority.

In your post orgasm haze, you don't even feel Matt lifting you off his dick until you see his cum spurting out onto his hand and tummy. "Mhm, fuck." Rolling his head back, Matt groans lowly and it makes your pussy flutter when you watch breathlessly.

The two of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat with flushed skin and neither of you care about the smell of sex surrounding you from being too high off of the pheromones. A part of you is shocked that you've just fucked someone on the first date but the other part is okay with it because it's Matt.

Matt. Matt. Matt.

"Did you really mean it?"

You blink to see Matt looking down at his hands on your body, tracing shapes on your hips gently. "Hm? What?" You swallow and he gulps, slowly looking up into your eyes, "Did you mean it? When you said you're all mine?" You can tell he's nervous when he asks this, almost afraid of your response, and your hands fall on top of his. "Yeah."

He hides his smile and you speak up again, "Did you want me to mean it?" Matt locks his fingers into yours when he nods, "Yeah."

You smile happily and lean in to kiss him softly, being careful of the mess between the two of you. It was a sweet kiss with a lot of feelings shown behind it, the type that makes you feel butterflies and never forget for a long time because it really meant something.

"'Good. Because I really want to do this again." Even after that kiss and the hottest sex you've ever had in your life, you're still nervous to bring up the idea of a second date but Matt's face just lights up. "Oh I'm definitely taking you out again. Don't worry about that."

He sounds cocky and it makes you laugh, running a hand through his messy hair and making it even messier. "I'm really looking forward to it." Matt pokes at your blushing cheeks with a small smile, appreciating the way you sound so sweet and genuine talking about seeing him again.

It felt hopeful.

There's so much Matt wants to say but now he knew there was more time. This definitely wasn't a one off thing and deep down he knew this wasn't just a crush either. He's not even sure if it ever was just a 'crush' because how could anyone just have a crush on you?

That was impossible.

"Does this mean you'll seduce me into the backseat of your car on the second date?" You joke playfully, holding back your laughter with a silly grin and when Matt laughs, so do you.

"You're an idiot." There’s a pause.

"But if you're lucky," He says lowly once you both stop laughing and you just tilt your head in response, "You'll end up in my bed."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yep."

[starkeycore]

Stargirl Interlude (Song fic)

Warning: Smut, 18+, Edging, Teasing Sitting on the countertop with my legs wrapped tightly around your waist, I moan as you pump your cock in and out of me. A squelching sound vibrates through the kitchen in addition to your labored groans and your hips coming in contact with mine. I cry out as I grip the ragged edge of the countertop, my nail catching on a splinter, but I’m too consumed by the pleasure to process the pain. My arms fly to wrap around your torso using them and my legs to pull you closer, arching my back, causing your chest to be flush against my own. I moan your name as I feel you hit a deeper spot inside of me. ““F-Fred I’m close” my eyes squeeze tight as my legs begin to shake. “Not yet.” you say lowly as tears slip out my eyes, and you reach up to gently wipe them away. “Feels so good” I moan, choking on my words. I begin to babble incoherent moans of pleasure, you lean down to kiss and suck my already bruised neck with a smirk on your face. “I can’t hold it, I’m so close, so close, I’m gonna… fuck” I whisper as my body shakes violently in an attempt to hold back my orgasm. You pull away from my neck and grab ahold of it before bringing your lips to mine, swallowing my moans delightfully. I can feel your pulse quicken against my chest as your dick twitches inside of me. “Cum” you say shortly, that's all I need to hear before I let go, moaning as my juices cover your cock pulses against my walls. Warm liquid floods my core deliciously and your thrusts slow as you ride out both of our orgasms. You move your hand from my neck and to my face and wipe away the remnants of my tears, placing a kiss on my temple. “It’s okay, you're okay” you say softly, placing a hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly.

[puppetsoftomorrow]

i think as part of a arrowverse teambuilding excerise (ray probably suggested it or smth) they all go help out the other teams, like work experience, and so ollie and barry and kara each go on a seperate legends mission and its just. a riot. kara Loves the dressing up aspect, barry can't speed around in case he ruins history so he's just A Guy and ollie comes back and Refuses to speak about what happened and all of team arrow assume it was something harrowing but it was just that he went to the 70s and went disco dancing. sara holds onto the pictures for blackmail.

[opalimagines]

Safe and Sound

You have a nightmare, and you seek out your father

Dad!Richard Swift x child!reader

Warnings: mentions of parental death and trauma, nightmares

It was something that had kept him up for more than a few nights during the near year you'd been in his care, and this was one of them. He sat on the bench in his garden, enjoying the moonlit view with a glass of absinthe in hand. He'd tucked you into bed hours ago, so he wasn't quite expecting to hear the back door open.

Shade had been a father before, but raising you was quite a challenge. The challenge wasn't to do with you yourself, as he actually enjoyed your energy and spirit. Your parentage was the struggle. With any decision he made, he found himself wondering if he was doing right by you. If he was bringing you up the way his old friend would've wanted.

You carefully walked out into the cool night, dressed in your warm pajamas and slippers, a small throw blanket draped over your shoulders. Your teary eyes and face were quite obvious even with low light.

"What are you doing out of bed so late?" He asked, keeping his tone soft as he placed his glass down on the small table.

"I had the dream again...about him hurting Mommy." You sat down next to him and pulled the blanket tighter around you with a sniffle. "I couldn't go back to sleep this time."

Shade sighed and placed a gentle hand between your shoulder blades. Your nightmares weren't mere fantasies conjured up by your brain, but very real, very traumatic memories. He knew what that was like better than most.

"He was hurting me, too," you added. "My head didn't feel so good when I woke up."

"I know what that man did to you—what he took from you—but I promise, it will never happen again. You don't need to worry about him because you're safe here with me." When he quit the Injustice Society, he'd warned Jordan that if any of them ever entered Opal City, he would have his shadows tear them limb from limb and throw the pieces into the Shadowlands. It was not an empty threat.

You looked up at him with big, flooded eyes, your lip wobbling. "B-but he can do it to you, too."

"I'd like to see him try it." Shade gave you a little smirk. "Believe me, I'm more powerful than he is, and much scarier."

"You're not scary." You remembered being saved by his darkness, and you'd seen the shadows many times since that day, but you never feared any of it, or him. Once you were under The Shade's care, you no longer worried about the dark at night because it brought you comfort. It made you feel safe and sound.

Even though he knew they weren't true to anyone but you, the words put a bit of warmth in his heart. "Well, I hope you never have to see that side of me. But I assure you that anyone who tries to harm you will."

You smiled softly and leaned against his side. After a few moments, you said, "...I love you, Papa."

Shade froze at your words before looking down at your little face and finding you looking back. He'd been through this before. He already knew he'd give in eventually, just like he had with La Sangre, but he still replied, "I'm not your father."

"I know I had a Daddy, but you take good care of me, too."

You had no idea that he'd needed to hear that. He'd still wonder what Jay would think, but he would take you being happy with your new life with him—as happy as you could be after losing everything.

"Papa, can you tell me another story about my Daddy?"

"I'd be happy to." Shade smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "How about...one of his battles with The Thinker?"

"Okay!" You snuggled up against him and listened as he started the story.

Shade thought he was doing quite well telling the tale, making it as thrilling and exciting as he could, but he heard a soft snore just a few minutes later. You had finally fallen fast asleep after so much struggle.

Carefully, he picked up your small form in his arms and opened a portal right to your bedroom. He placed you on the bed, pulling the covers up to your chin and tucking you in once again. He hoped this time the nightmares would leave you alone and let you rest.

"Goodnight," he whispered before stepping back through the portal and into the garden.

You slept soundly until the morning.

[kidflashimpulse]

Some of the descriptions in your latest chapter were so graphic I couldn't resist drawing them.

Wasabe, i don’t know if u realise how you are singlehandedly carrying my whole year by blessing us with your incredible talent o m g what have i done to deserve seeing this i must have saved a nation in my past life, i’m actually blown away

THAT BARTHOLOMEW SCENE OMG this is literally everything <33 the way u captured his mood and air of nonchalance, insane. (he is serving face here too let’s go lets go)

AND THE SCENE WITH ZEEK AND JAY OMG absolutely hilarious how u portrayed zeek here it’s actual perfection like u can tell him and jay r in totally different worlds in this scene 😭 (they’re both so cute here i can’t)

thank u so much for reading my latest AAIT chapter and sharing this with us ! ur gorgeous work is such an inspiration as always <333

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JSA #1 Outtake

Note: This is the start of a series of oneshots exploring Rick and Beth’s dynamic in Jeff Lemire’s new JSA run. Meaning, Rick, Beth, Jennie, Todd and Yolanda are adult members while Courtney and Jakeem are still teens.

~.~

It’d been a few months. 

Beth was…doing okay. She’d never been excellent with personal change, only others’ crises. No one expected her to thrive through this. And, at one point, a crisis was no longer one. 

She wrestled with this second chance at life. Sometimes quietly, looking a moment too long at her reflection, feeling cosmically misplaced. Other times, this chasm felt too loud. Nightmares that woke her with cold sweats and screams. Unexplained shortness with her patients, especially the self-sacrificial ones not understanding they took their lives for granted. Beth was always at war with the unfair guilt that lingered in the back of her mind.

The JSA replaced her with a student she used to know. Her parents grew bitter and old. Old enough to be buried in the same plot she vanished from. Her brothers grew apart without their sister. Matthew wasted away to heroin abuse while Mark succumbed to his weak heart. Luke blew up in the army. And young John…John’s demise was too painful to think about. His story was just a blot of ink on a faded Orangeburg newspaper. 

Her family deserved to be grieved by her. All of them. But how could she? She’d barely begun to grieve her old self. 

Yolanda understood, though. And that was a blessing. Truly, a miracle. Who of death’s few victors could say they were brought back not alone? Another person who felt it all and truly got it. A companion who carried the same double-edged sword in her back pocket, cycling between euphoric joie de vivre and crippling bouts of existential depression. 

Desire comforted her on days that felt like too much. Like pauses to blink back tears of gratitude over the simple pleasure of the sun shining on her face again. There were even days she forgot she wasn’t supposed to be alive. Hopefully, somehow, that feeling might stick. 

As long as evil’s handprint still held onto the world, there would be a place for her at work. Maybe that’s what held Beth and Yolanda together for so long. Their deaths might’ve felt senseless, but their extended lives were purposeful. Yolanda’s renewed sense of justice was staggering, always near ravenous for a fight. 

As for Beth, New York needed a meta-specialist. 

Shift work always suited her. Weeks blurred by. JSA’s roster required her assistance. Jen practically begged Beth to return to medicine and mentoring as soon as they’d cleared her fit to return. The older members must’ve exaggerated her bedside manner because even Superman brought his son to her clinic’s door. 

Beth learned to adapt, not day to day but disaster to disaster. That might not be any better than Yolanda’s fight-first, feel-later attitude, but it’s what worked so far. 

~.~ 

Jakeem’s heart monitor beeped steadily, reassuring Beth she had not yet failed him. The goggles illuminated what she already knew for certain by touch and feel; his weak body swimming in adult-sized sheets and the pallor in his face mentioned by every visitor. It troubled Beth enough as a friend and a teammate, nevermind his doctor. She couldn’t lose Jakeem. He reminded her too much of John.

“He looks better than yesterday.”

Beth tensed, clipboard tight in hand. It didn’t take a backwards glance or fancy goggles to guess who that was. She knew that voice anywhere. Even now. Older, deeper, more self-assured. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, observing her work in a tee with jeans and that old hourglass slung around his neck. He was the man she’d avoided as much as she could. The one Jen placed beside her at the round table as though that might help her.

“I took a peek when you were having lunch,” he filled in, addressing the elephant in the room. Not only that she hadn’t seen him in her med lab the day before—She’d never seen him here, ever. She wondered how often he had been in, and why. If this room was a joy or a ghost. Technology and medicine has changed since she last worked here. The world had changed…Rick had earned his edges. Somber, serious. No longer young. Beth, where was she? Still floundering, still adjusting, still wearing the goggles like a mask. 

Sometimes, when she needed a break, she’d find a wall and let her legs give out, just like old hospital days before the explosion. The break-room. A closet. Dr. McNider’s office. A stall in the bathroom. For a bleak desperate minute to catch her breath or sleep between crises. Now, that wasn’t enough. More times than not Beth found her face tipped towards fluorescent hospital lights, sliding the green goggles from her eyes, and numbing out three more working senses. That’s when her fingers would crawl up her neck, making sense of the impossible and searching for the scar that should be there, would be there, if she still lived in a grave.

Rick’s solid frame filled the leather seat beside the cot. He held the boy’s hand like he loved him.

Dread sunk into Beth’s stomach, coming back to herself. She let the fingertips at her neck slide to her side as though they were never there. Of course Rick loved Jakeem. The boy’s health was what brought him here to her clinic, breaking their unspoken agreement. Jakeem didn’t have parents to look after him like Stargirl did. Without the JSA, he’d be here alone.

“Well, he’s not improving. And if he dies, it’ll be my fault.”

“He won’t die,” Rick said. They might’ve been the harshest words he’d said to her in nearly ten years. Beth welcomed it—She’d rather this over indifference. 

“How do you know?” 

“You’d never let that happen.” 

Jen pretty much said the same, but Rick’s assurance brought on a thicker wave of anxiety. How many times had she brought Rick back from the brink of death? Too many to count. Too many nights she’d spent debating with herself about how to keep him both sane and healthy. Strong and independent from the drug his dad’s parting wish was to save him from. 

“You have a lot of nerve saying that to me.”

“What?” 

“You know.” Beth swallowed hard. It was never supposed to come out like this. Certainly not in this accusing-tone she’s whipped up as that haunting horror creeped up again. Cruel was how it felt to find out through old pictures. Beth roaming the brownstone, catching up on old JSA team composites. She’d walked along the framed pictures in the grand hall and sought out his face in the crowd. Not on purpose but by habit. The year before she died, when his arm wrapped around her waist and Yolanda’s claw tips touched his shoulder. The year after, his eyes sunken and mouth tight, no smile, only a third of the equation with both women missing on each side. The year next came after, the photograph glossy in mahogany and Beth convinced her eyes played a terrible trick. Rick stood, almost skeletal, leaning against the round table, weakened. The next year Rick was gone altogether. Hourman’s name off the membership list. “I have your oncologist’s file.” 

“Oh,” he said. He glanced at her, finally pulling his eyes from Jakeem. “Wait, what? No. You don’t think…” When she didn’t give him words, he shook his head hard. “Beth, that wasn’t your fault.” 

“Wasn’t it?” she asked lightly. “I don’t recall anyone else supplying you with untested drug patches.”

“I don’t recall anyone else being as adamant to me that I was an addict,” he argued, almost sarcastic. “I was responsible for my own cancer.”

“God. Don’t say that.” Beth bit out, turning from him. Her parents would’ve blanched at her using the Lord’s name in vain but she hadn’t felt very close to the Lord these days. “But, I…” 

But you…what? You could have prevented it? Is it your fault he got that sick? That you died before you could help him? Or are you mad there was a chance he could have joined you in the ground? Both of you starting over at the click of Jakeem’s pen… 

“Besides,” he continued gently when her words dried up. “That was a very long time ago.”

“No, not really.” Beth wet her lips. “Not for me.”

Healing was all Beth had to be sure of at the moment. The only real merit for her place and home here was how desperately metahuman medicine was needed. It’s what got her through today and tomorrow. And if she failed this boy and all who loved him she was scared she’d never bounce back. 

“So,” she said at last. “I think we can agree to disagree that I’m no miracle-worker.” 

“Fine.” Rick took Jakeem’s hands in his again. Gripping the boy like a lifeline. Beth set the clipboard down and pressed her knuckles against Jakeem’s bed. Finally, she let herself look at Rick. Really look at him beyond a clinical manner. Fit, healthy, and bodily strong. Distracting. She wouldn’t let her eyes linger before. Not in front of Jesse or their friends. She’d never forgive herself if she gave Jesse real reason for worry. So she missed the not-quite-right eyes and the heavy bags beneath them. The foot that tapped too restlessly on the floor without Miraclo in his bloodstream.

“Why are you here, Rick?”

“I don’t know.” He wrung his hands. “Can’t I just be allowed to sit?”

Courtney bustled in, cupping a hand over the left side of her face, dressed in a grey hoodie over her Stargirl suit. She shrugged her school bag off her shoulder, dumping it at the door of the clinic. The cosmic staff warbled in her free hand. “Hey Dr. Mid-Nite, can you look in my ear? It’s been bugging me all day. Mom thinks I have an infection and doesn’t want me anywhere near my sister until I can get that ruled out. Something about daycare rules.” Rick shared a long sideways glance with Beth as Courtney hopped onto the examination table.

“Hey Rick,” she said. “How’s Jakeem?” 

“Still hanging in there,” he said, softening for the teen. 

“That’s good. Have you been here long?” 

“A bit.” 

Glad for the excuse, Beth pulled on her latex gloves and grabbed the otoscope. “Rick was just leaving.”

Courtney glanced between Rick and Beth, watching closely. Honestly, Beth was screwed if even a teenager could grasp her discomfort. “I’ve never seen you two hang out before.” 

“Hang out?” Rick laughed a little under his breath and stood up to go. “We’ve been doing that since before you were even born.” 

“Have a good evening, Rick.” She tilted Courtney’s face to the left, letting her long hair block the view to the door. Hmm…She felt a little warm. 

“It’s okay, you know,” Courtney said, still perched on the wax paper while Beth sat at her desk, writing out a prescription for antibiotics. “To let him in.” She pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “Just a bit?” 

Beth raised an eyebrow. “Pardon?” 

“I can’t say I’d know how to act in your shoes, either. It must be really hard.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Courtney.” 

The teen leaned back against the med cot, sighing at the ceiling. “Jakeem asked Rick about it last week before Kobra. Apparently, Rick misses you. He just wants to be friends again. ” 

“It’s not that simple.” Beth scoffed as a telling flush threatened to spread. Was her rollercoaster life the topic of all the teens’ gossip? “Jakeem is known to be a romantic of sorts, isn’t he? 

“Well, sure. But I don’t think he was wrong about this. Why can’t you two be friends?”

“We are friends.”

Courtney crossed her arms over her chest. “You kicked him out of the room.”

 “To examine a patient.” 

The girl stared at her, unsatisfied–Beth folded. 

“We’re just…There are boundaries, Courtney. I’m still lost in the past, not caught up with the present. I need space, especially where and when I work. That’s all.”

“So how do you expect to get over him, then? If you’ll never talk about it?” 

Tired, Beth snapped her fingers for Courtney to jump down, lucky she liked this girl enough not to raise her voice at her. “You have a fever, Miss Stargirl.” She picked up the backpack and handed over the slip of paper. “I think it’s time to go home.”

[stargirl-in-dilfspace]

stargirl-in-dilfspace: Masterlist

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Guide to my fics:

⭑ - allusion to/references to/sexual content (you are responsible for what you read)

‪‪❤︎‬ - fluff [all sfw ofc]

❀ - heavy topics (read warnings & read with caution)

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Joel Miller

⭑ Comfort(ers) & Sheets

[joel is your comfort, and he has his ways of keeping you tangled up in his bedsheets in soft mornings with him.]

Logan Howlett

⭑ It Will Come Back [ongoing series]

[logan cage fights at your bar, you find him unexplainably attractive, hoping one day he’ll return to you.]

-A Kiss from a Rose [release TBD] [it will come back, cont.]

Frankie Morales

❤︎ Look After You [christmas fic]

[Christmas is special this year, you and Frankie have a daughter, but you have something to tell him about the next piece of your family.]

‪‪❤︎‬ Family Vacations

[frankie is the first boyfriend you’re bringing on the family reunion beach trip, traveling together brings firsts for both of you.]

Javier Peña

⭑ Drive

[javier has never failed to bring you on your Saturday drives, and this time is no exception.]

-Lightning Crashes [release TBD]

Marcus Acacius

❀ - Heaven

[you see no way out of your future of an arranged and loveless marriage, and you ask your dearest friend Marcus Acacius to assist you in your final choice.]

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[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

✨ a little peek at the final part of stargirl ✨

18+ pretty pls

“I can think of better uses for this ribbon.” Azriel slowly unknots the black fabric that has bound them together for the last few hours and dangles it between his fingertips. 

“I can think of something even better.” Elain plucks the ribbon from him and motions for him to put his hands above his head. 

She leans over him, tries her best to ignore the press of his lips to her sternum as her fingers make quick work of wrapping the ribbon back around both of his wrists before fixing the remaining length to the wooden posts of her headboard. 

“You have the rest of our lives to touch me whenever and however you’d like. Let’s see how long you can last before you’re begging to touch your mate.”

She moves to settle herself on his lap but he stops her with a slight shift of his knees that sends her sliding further up his torso.

“On my tongue first.”

[anas-aspiration]

Run

warnings: violence-weapons- angst

summary: the w people attack Alexandria, y /n and carl already fighting are forced to huddle together and get over it xoxo. 1683 words

Its a semi cloudy day, perfect for relaxing inside and doing nothing. It was also turning out great. You woke up, got dressed, remembered you have snacks downstairs, and started cleaning up. When you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth you hear your bedroom door open. Peaking out you see its carl, not surprised, since you guys go back and forth “sharing rooms”

"Oh good your up. Did you finish the spare shampoo I had under the sink?"

You covered your mouth trying to be polite and not laugh at his sternness "Uh yeah sorry I can ask Daryl to put that on the list. You'll get it by tomorrow."

He furrowed his brow "K."

"Whats your problem its just shampoo."

"God my problem is you. "

You were taken aback at how fast he snapped back at you. He didn’t usually act like an asshole but you knew he would eventually get out of his little mood swing. Internally you decided to help him get out of it faster by arguing.

You rolled your eyes "oh please elaborate! Because I'm sorry your having a bad morning but that has hardly anything to do with me."

"you're useless. Your ass doesn't do anything except hang around your little friends and eat shit. What good are you?"

Turning from the mirror to him you mustered up the meanest look you could. Then popped the tooth brush out of your mouth and rinsed preparing to go off on him. Who does he think he is calling you useless? He was just your 'bff' yesterday and now he's acting like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"First I am not useless. Do you even think before you speak because that doesn't make sense at all considering I am the one changing Judith's diapers, cleaning both your room, hers, and mine every week, and on top of that cooking your meals, so please come get me when your attitude is looking up. Cause I don't know who put you in this mood but its your job to get out of it."

You walked past him scoffing. Downstairs you grabbed your walkman, a bag of grapes, rollerskates and walked out the door.

You had been rolling around the neighborhood for a little while, enjoying the fresh air and exercise. Eventually, you came across a bench and decided to take a rest. As you sat down, you reached into your bag and pulled out a handful of juicy grapes. As you savored the sweet flavor, your mind wandered to thoughts of Deana and her parties. You realized that you could really use some fun right now, and hoped that Deana would throw another one soon. In the meantime, you decided to listen to some music on your Walkman. You scrolled through your playlist and selected "Rehab" by Lana Del Rey, letting the cute melody wash over you as you enjoyed a moment of peaceful solitude on the bench.

You sat there soaking in your thoughts mindlessly eating your grapes. You started noticing small things that you didn't notice before like how lifeless everything looked when it wasn't sunny. It made you think of Winter which was coming close. The thought of Christmas warmed your heart, but made you wonder how different it would be celebrating during the end of the world. Surely parents want their kids to have something like that. You definitely would even at your age.

Or maybe-

"HELP"

You quickly jerked out of your train of thought at the sound. Was someone hurt? Looking around you didn't see anything. But something told you to get somewhere safe. You stood up gathering your things shaking, when you started hearing more screams. Startled you just grabbed your roller skates and ran in the direction of your house. As you turned a corner you saw the mayhem. People cut into pieces and random people running around with machetes and other weapons. Now officially scared out of your mind you sprinted as fast as you could.

Morgan was in shackles, people being sliced, beaten. You caught a glimpse of someone with a 'W' on their forehead. The group Rick and morgan were murmuring about got inside the walls and are killing everyone. As you neared the house you heard someone laughing close behind you.

fuck.

"No no no no" You Turned your head to see who it was and you almost started crying. A big, probably three hundred pound, man was running behind you with a spear. You picked up the pace still a block away from the house.

You looked to your right hoping Rick or someone was gonna shoot him but instead you saw a handgun laying on the sidewalk. You bolted to it and immediately picked it up and blindly fired two shots in his direction.

One hit his arm holding the spear. You went to shoot again but *click*. You panicked then he charged at you then you fell back. Now your heart was beating faster than ever hoping you didn't just get yourself killed. He was on top of you and you stupidly threw a punch but it hit him. Blood trickled down his cheek and landed on you. He hissed at the pain, not from your power, but from the four cheap and prickly rings you had on. Before he turned back to hit back you pulled out your knife from your boot about to pierce his neck when a shot sounded. You winced then realized Carl had shot him.

You quickly wiggled from underneath him as you had tried earlier then stood up and wiped the blood off your jaw, still in shock.

"I had it."

"Barely." He said in a cocky manner, but with some sympathy in his voice. "Are you okay?''

"um.........Yeah i'm okay." You said

Now you were feeling faintish after only having grapes as a meal for the day and all the stress you had just been through. It seemed he had noticed this too because he grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the chaos back home.

A couple of hours passed, you were boiling noodles for a classic spaghetti in the kitchen. It felt strange casually cooking a meal after what happened. But there seemed to not be any right way to deal with the fact that you almost become road kill.

Carl was upstairs probably putting Judith to sleep and getting into his pajamas. Your feet began to tingle, a sign they were falling asleep so you decided to stroll over to the counter and sit there after turning the simmer down. You ran your soft hands through your hair then slowly rubbed your temples. You heard him come downstairs.

"Hey y/ n"

You looked up "Hey Carl, whats up?"

"Nothin, just uh put Judith down. Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah i'm as good as I can be at the moment. I just have a raging headache. Also- where did the others go?"

"Oh they were helping people clean up, now their at Deana's." He paused "But I just wanted to talk to you about this morning.. Im sorry for being um rude. I didn't mean what I said obviously I was just well.. I don't know. I'm also sorry because its my fault you were out there when the people attacked anyway. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes I forgive you" you said slightly giggling "I can't stay mad at you for long but thank you for also saving my life. Even if it was your fault I was out there you could have chose not to save me, your best friend, but you did."

He smiled at the way you punctuated best friend "yeah" He sat in the chair next to you staring at his hands as if he was thinking about saying something.

As you rose to attend to the food, he said, "Best friend huh?" to which you simply replied, "Yep haha". However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when he asked, "Have you ever thought of like... being more?"

You stood frozen for a second, before realizing he was probably watching you from behind.

You had considered this possibility before, but you didn't want to complicate things by bringing it up. The thought of him rejecting you made you feel uneasy, wondering if he would be scrutinizing your every move after. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered in the back of your mind every time you saw him, thought about it, hell even dreamt about him. You thought it was time to confront him about it, or at least bring it up in conversation. You didn't want to be paranoid, but you also didn't want to ignore your instincts.

"hmm well" you said teasing him a little "what do you mean?"

"I'm just being dumb or whatever"

"No, your not, tell me" You said turning around and smiling. This gave him hope that you would feel the same.

"It's just, I woke up in a bad mood cause I overheard you with your friends last night talking about me. You said I come on too strong and It's obvious who I like and-"

"Oh my god no carl" you interupted " I wasn't talking about you I was talking about Abraham and Sasha. I love them both but it's so funny watching their little friends to lovers trope"

He laughed "ohhh, my bad um" "Well sorry for that too. But what I'm trying to say is I like you. I thought you didn't like me back so I got mad but- It's okay if you don't like me back I just needed to tell you because I couldn't hold on to that secret anymore." he said nervously running his hand through his hair.

You smiled and looked at him. You felt like everything that you didn't expect to happen today was happening at the strangest times.

"That- well I like you too. I was too scared to tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same way"

"Really?"

You nodded.

He stood up and walked over to your spot grabbing the warm wooden spoon from your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

pt2??

A/N! :

HEY!! first post on this acc lmaoo. I posted this on watt pad originally like a month ago along with two other imagines (if you wanna check them out: leinsburg666) I wont be posting them here bc personally i think they are booty and i wrote them two months ago I’m obviously a new person duhh. but anyways i’m gonna write some more like this and PLEASE leave requests like good lord i will probably reply to all of them since i’m not sure a lot of people will see this bc the carl/reader fandom died in like 2018. hope this was enjoyable thoo 🩷

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year. 

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗ 

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart? 

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Well, look no further than Merriment Island, Christmas' official home in the States! 

For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

Be sure to join us from December 18th through Christmas Day for festive fun, friendly competition, and the opportunity to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones. Make sure to keep the exclusive flyer handy (attached after the stylized map designed by our very own Benny Allen), as it will be your ticket into the 8-day, all-inclusive event! 

If you have any questions about the event, please email Jennifer Bishop-Allen (Winter Wonderland Chairwoman and co-owner of the Allen Family Farm), or her daughter, Caroline Allen. (Yes, the NYT best-selling author!) 

If you are not staying aboard the Sleigh of the Sea (Merriment's very own cruise-liner that docks in Seattle!) for the duration of the celebration, please contact Catherine or Lily Seguin at the Yuletide Inn to make your reservation as soon as possible. Rooms are limited and going faster than you can name all eight of Santa's reindeer! 

╰┈➤  an excerpt of the email accompanying the the invitation flyer

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— .toothpaste kisses // chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x bestfriend!fem!reader

plot summary : you and chris come home from a party in a fit of drunk giggles and decide to help each other get ready for bed but end up in a compromising position with his body so close to yours and his toothbrush in your mouth.

content warnings : basically nothing but strong language and mentions of drinking and being drunk. matt being a menace lmaoo. using each others toothbrush??? a little sexual tension hehe. idiots in love and a whole lotta fluff!!

a/n : an idea i got whilst listening to ‘toothpaste kisses by the maccabees’ it’s a cute song so check it out if you want! always appreciate all likes, comments and reblogs! mwuah <3

wc : 2.4k

"Ah! I’m gonna fall!"

You let out a fit of giggles as you try to put one foot in front of the other whilst walking up the stairs to get to his living room. Chris was laughing too with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with the excuse that it would help your balance but he knew he was equally as drunk as you right now so it was pretty pointless.

He just wanted to be close to you.

"No!" Chris slurs with a stupid smile, stumbling into your side and you can feel his grip tighten around your body and it makes your tummy swirl with butterflies that recently seem to appear every time you see Chris. "I’ll catch you, baby."

Matt rolls his eyes from behind you two, car keys in one hand and your black heels in the other after you begged him to take them off a few minutes ago. "Guys be quiet, Nick’s asleep."

"Shhh Chris! Nick’s sleeping." You whisper as you feel Matt’s hand pushing gently on your back and you turn to Chris, your finger coming up to his lips but you pull it away when he opens his mouth and bites it. "Matt, he’s biting me." You dramatically pout and hold out your finger in his face.

"Stop biting her, Chris." Matt rolls his eyes with a sigh as he pushes your finger away and finally gets the two of you to the living room in one piece before dropping your shoes on the floor with a thud and throwing his keys somewhere else.

When Matt turns around again, you and Chris were squaring off to each other and he rubs his tired eyes. Poor kid just wanted to go to sleep.

"Rah!" You’re in a complete fit of giggles when Chris tries to bite you again, playfully pushing him away as you kneel over in laughter.

"What have you guys been drinking?" Matt stares at the both of you and tries to hide his smile when Chris pulls you closer to him. He was happy his brother had someone like you - a yin to his yan, his twin flame, his other half. A true best friend.

Matt loved the fact that Chris had someone that could easily bounce off his energy whenever needed. All he hated was that neither one of you would admit that you were stupidly in love with each other. It was like everyone could see it except you and Chris.

But as of right now, he was more than positive that neither of you couldn’t see shit right now.

"Rah!" You try to jump on Chris but he loses his balance and the both of you end up dropping to the kitchen floor into a pool of joy and laughter, barely registering the hard bang that you’ll definitely feel tomorrow morning with a bruise.

Matt checks the time on his phone and sighs, disguising his smile with a blank expression. "Okay that’s enough. Get up and go to bed."

"Help me?" You slur, eyes barely open and holding out your arms for Matt to grab onto. Chris huffs from next to you and holding his head as he tries to grab onto the couch that was on the other side of the room, clearly way too drunk to realise.

When he finally pushes himself halfway up, Matt chuckles when he walks over and shoves Chris back to the floor in good brotherly fashion before pulling you upright. "Chris?" You mumble as you untangle yourself from Matt’s arms to look at your best friend who was practically passed out.

"Hm? What the fuck?" He grumbles, opening his eyes and pushing himself up off the floor once again, brows furrowed in confusion as he tries to figure out how he was still on the floor.

Matt stifles a laugh from behind you before he walks in front to pull Chris up since your attempt was just ‘holding out your arms in hopes he’ll grab onto it’ type of uselessness.

Chris soon finds himself in your arms again, holding onto each other like you depended on it. If it was up to him, he’d happily stay next to you for the rest of his lifetime and the next.

You rest your head on his shoulder with an arm wrapped tightly around his back as he slowly drags you down the stairs to his bedroom. Matt watches from the top, waiting to see if any of you will tumble to the bottom and pass out but when neither of you do he just backs away, "I’m going to bed so be quiet."

"Yeah, yeah whatever tough guy." Chris mumbles and rolls his eyes as he opens the bedroom door for you like a true gentleman. You pull away when you walk in and look down at your outfit, "I hate my dress." Tugging the tight fabric away from your waist with a huff before it clings back.

"Why? You look perfect." Chris replies, eyes glossing over as he admires your body and everything else about you. He hated the fact he didn’t have the courage to tell you that whilst sober and the way you look so beautiful tonight just like all of the other days he sees you. "You always look perfect," being brave with a mumble as he pulls his shoes off and looks away from you.

It’s like you don’t acknowledge anything he just said when you turn to face him, "can i wear one of your tees?" Not even giving Chris time to reply before you’re already stumbling your way into his closet and finding some of his fresh love shirts.

Obviously you heard what he said because you always do, even in a state like this. But the way it felt too good to be true scared you into ignorance and you got good at pretending even when your heart was pounding and your mind swirled with thoughts of just kissing and loving on him.

You can hear the faint sound of music playing as you clumsily scramble the black dress off your body and slip on Chris’s shirt, sighing in relief after you feel like you can finally breathe again. The task itself took longer than usual since you kept tripping over air and almost falling on your ass for the second time tonight.

Walking back out and leaning on the closet door, you look at Chris with a stupid grin. He was lying on the edge of the bed shirtless and struggling to undo his belt whilst humming to the music playing quietly from his phone. "Want help?"

Chris looks up with flushed cheeks when you catch him struggling to change and he lets out a nervous chuckle, "It’s stuck." When you walk over, he finally looks down at your outfit and his heart melts at his ultimate favourite sight of you in his clothes. Chris would give you all of his shirts if he knew it meant anything to you like it did to him.

His body goes into overdrive when your hand is on his belt and his mind instantly imagines this in a much different dirtier context that leaves him just staring at you wide eyed like a puppy.

"It’s not stuck you idiot."

Chris lifts his hips up when you gently pull the belt off, eyes glancing at your naked thighs makes his cock twitch and he has to look back at your face to steady his breathing.

He can’t tell if his mind was spinning from the alcohol or if it was the smirk on your face. It’s probably both but the way you’re looking at him wasn’t helping and his eyes glance at your lips for just a second. If Chris wasn’t so in his head, he would’ve seen you do the exact same thing.

You’re leaning over his body and for some reason your face was a little too close to his but neither of you pulled away. The butterflies were back again and goosebumps appear on your skin this time and your heart knew it was all Chris but your mind made excuses up for you. Like always.

You were both drunk and the too many tequilas you had earlier was making your tummy swirl and you were just cold. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. These feelings for Chris was too all consuming to the point that it scared you. You couldn’t lose him over rejection.

You’re completely fine loving Chris in your heart, where nobody else can reach but him.

When you lean closer, Chris freezes under you and for a split second he was convinced you were gonna kiss him. But when you place his belt next to his thigh and grab his hands with that pretty smile you always have, he knew it was all wishful thinking. Obviously you wouldn’t kiss him!

"We have to brush our teeth."

Dragging Chris up off the bed, you hold his hand going into the bathroom and he turns on the light behind you. You pivot your body away to look in the mirror and frown at how you look - hair frizzed, mascara smudged and lipgloss gone.

"You look like a mess," Chris was also staring at your reflection with a teasing smile and toothbrushes in his hands that makes you turn to look at his face. "And you’re annoying," your fake scowl disappears to match his smile and he laughs as you take the toothbrush, fingers brushing against his.

"But you love me," he mumbles with his eyes still trained on your reflection as if he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you close as you focus on putting toothpaste on both of your brushes.

"Of course," You mumble softly as you begin brushing your teeth casually. The alcohol was making your mind feel less hyper and more sleepy since you felt fuzzy to the point you don’t even realise you’ve stopped brushing.

Chris just smiles when he sees your eyes drooping. He thought you looked adorable.

"Hey, look at me." You feel Chris turn your body to press against his when you widen your eyes to look at him more clearly, surprised but content with how close your faces were.

"Hi." You slur with a whisper, pulling your toothbrush out of your mouth. When you lean over the sink to spit it out, Chris holds your hair back so you don’t get any toothpaste in it. "Sorry that was gross," wiping your mouth, your cheeks get warm with embarrassment when you look back at Chris who just shook his head.

"Shut up," he smiles.

"Let me brush your teeth." You drunkenly giggle as you lift up your toothbrush up to Chris’s mouth and surprisingly, his mouth opens for you. Your own mouth opens when his own toothbrush finds it way past your lips and he brushes gently, as if he was scared to hurt you.

The two of you are left in another fit of giggles mixed with messy toothpaste froth and water. You remind yourself that the blush on your cheeks was from the alcohol and not the way Chris held you tighter when he leans over to spit in the sink.

You do the same afterwards as if it’ll cure the desirable need to kiss him…it doesn’t.

He holds your hair back again and begins to think about his feelings about you. After his first talking stage, Chris has always sworn of relationships because of his underlying commitment issues that it caused and now the thought of having a girlfriend scared the shit out of him.

But lately, he’s found himself looking at couples in public and then imagining you and him in their position, just doing simple things like holding hands whilst walking down the street, sharing an ice cream or just random acts of affection because, why not? But then realised you already do all of that stuff with him and it wasn’t scary.

The only part that scares Chris is that this was you. Not some random girl off Instagram or a hook up at a party. You were constant. He knew that you preferred to sleep on the left side of his bed. He knew that you liked showers more than baths because they made you feel better. He knew that you would steal his clothes and then return them without telling him. The point was, Chris knew all of these little things and silly quirks that you do because you were simply just there.

And he loved it. Really loved it.

"Chris?" You’re gently rubbing his mouth with a warm towel when you watch him blink back into reality. "I thought you fell asleep with your eyes open again," you joke with a warm laugh as you turn your head to fold the towel but Chris grabs it from your hands and drops it to the floor.

"What did you do–

His lips take your breath away but for some reason you instinctively throw your arms around his neck and kiss him back whilst your eyes flutter shut. Chris smiles against your lips and his hands wander down to your hips, pulling you flush against his body and he could taste the mint on your breath when you open your mouth for him.

You let out a small whimper when Chris’s tongue slides into your mouth and the heat between your thighs gets stronger. His hand travel further down and begins to pull up the t-shirt you’re wearing ever so slightly to grab onto your ass. You lean on your tip-toes to hold onto his face and press your lips harder into his.

You felt so needy for each other but the both of you knew it wasn’t the right time.

You pull away first with a dazed smile as your thumb gently wipes Chris’s bottom lip that was slick with spit. "I’ve always wanted to do that," he whispers and you melt under his gaze, your tummy whirling with desire. "Me too."

Chris feels an overwhelming sense of joy and just can’t seem to wipe the silly grin off his face. He was just so happy to realise that this was it, he wasn’t scared anymore. He wanted you. And he knew you wanted him too. That shared feeling between one another was special.

When your hands trail down Chris’s bare chest and you feel how warm his skin was, he wishes thinks you’re about to kiss him again but when your face suddenly lights up and he sees that look in your eye, the energy shifts and he knows you’re about to ask something stupid.

"Will you help me take off my makeup?"

"Do i have a choice?"

"No, not really."

"….where’s the wipes?"

[shady-lemur]

Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Thank you guys for the support on the last part!! Hopefully I can figure out a schedule of posting soon lmao, happy pride month!!

Ellie x reader

Part 1, Part 2!!, part 3

Also tell me why it took literally over 10 minutes for me to figure out the link thing omfg why am I old

After the encounter with your ex, Ellie, you try your best to avoid anything to do with her. But with your luck...

You hum along to the song playing through your speaker as you scroll instagram. You've basically put yourself in house arrest other than going to work ever since seeing Ellie. You couldn't trust yourself not to get into a situation where you needed saving again.

Your breath hitches when you see Dina's post. It's her and Ellie sitting on Ellie's couch with cards against humanity spread out on her coffee table. JJ, Dina's son, is sleeping in Ellie's arm. You study the way Ellie's eyes squint as she smiles at the camera. The caption says, "mommy material"

"Fucking mommy material? She isn't even girlfriend material." (I love salty y/n) you grumble and like the picture before turning your phone off. Maybe it's time to finally go out again.. You didn't have work tomorrow..

About a half an hour later, your looking at your ass in the mirror. Making sure that your black dress covers enough but not too much, maybe you'll even meet someone tonight. You've decided on going to a new bar tonight, their website says they have musicians that come in on Fridays so it'll be a chill place to relax.

You pick up your bag and lace your new converse before leaving your apartment.

Your sitting on one of the leather couches that face the stage drinking a (drink of choice) when you hear a familiar voice saying hi to the bartender. You turn you head around and see the one and only Dina!! She must of felt your eyes on her because she turn her head and her eyes immediately lit up. "Y/n!!! Baby!"

You smile as she runs over and sits next to you, giving you a side hug. "I haven't seen you in fucking forever! How are you?"

After you and Ellie broke up, you stopped hanging out with a lot of your friends too. It was too awkward for you. But they never stopped caring about you, it was hard for you to come to terms with that.

"I'm okay! I've just been working a lot recently.. I haven't had a chance to check this place out yet." Dina nods and rests her head on your shoulder. "It's really nice here. I come here every Friday to see-" she stops mid sentence and slowly turns her head up to look at you with wide eyes. You hear someone else on the stage setting up but you keep your eyes on Dina's thinking face.

You tilt your head as she puts her hand over her mouth, "wait.. do you know that-"

She's cut off by another familiar sound. The song Ellie wrote for you on your one year anniversary, you guys stayed up all night writing lyrics for it. You whip your head back to the stage and your face drops, "oh my fucking god."

Dina starts to laugh uncomfortably st the situation, "um- we can leave and I can take you to another really good place, they have burgers! Ellie will understand if I leave-"

You can barely hear what Dina's saying. It's just you and Ellie now. The song you've heard so many times and Ellie's soft voice coming through the speakers, you might even be singing the song quietly too. She opens her eyes and immediately meets yours. You hear her voice falter but she keeps eye contact as she sings.

Ellie goes back stage after a few more songs and you are finally snapped back into reality. In reality, you're sobbing. Dina's rubbing your back comfortingly and is holding your head as you lean it against her shoulder.

You look up at her and take a deep breath, "I should get out of here- I'm sorry Dina. It was nice seeing you." She let's you go but holds your wrist so you turn back to her. She sighs, "let's not be strangers anymore, mkay? I want you to meet JJ." You smile sadly at her and nod, "yeah, um.. text me?"

She smiles and let's you go as you try to RACE OUTTA THERE!! YOU GOTTA GO BEFORE ELLIE COMES OUT!!

You're out the door and halfway to your car before you hear your name being called. Fuck. "Y/n! Can we talk please, I hate the way I reacted-"

You turn around, giving Ellie a view of your tear stained face. "What the fuck are you doing singing that fucking song?" Ellie furrows her brows, "what the fuck do you mean?"

"That's our song Ellie. Why are you still playing it?" You see Ellie scoff a little before taking a deep breath. "Can we talk? I can explain things better than we aren't standing in the middle of the fucking sidewalk." She kicks a rock.

You have to think very hard about this. It'll be embarrassing if you start to fight in a restaurant or park, going to each other's apartments is too intimate, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss talking to Ellie (even if she doesn't know that ha..ha.ha..).

"Okay."

"Okay?!"

You sigh, "We'll meet at the river. tomorrow at 6?"

She smiles and almost chuckles a little bit, "yeah that's great.."

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You and Ellie had a special spot near the river since your first date. It was a rundown, abandoned shed type thing that you made your own. Ellie added a loveseat and a coffee table, you added battery powered fairy lights and some tapestries.

Ellie's already sitting on the loveseat when you get there. Her hair is pull up into that half up half down style that she always does, you can see her white tank top under her brown flannel, her sleeves are rolled up to show off her tattoo, and she's MAN SPREADING. She definitely knew what she was doing.

"Hi." You say, awkwardly sitting as far away from her as you can and putting down the cut up fruit your brought as a peace offering. She smiles and wipes her hands of her pants, "hey.."

You notice the two drinks on the coffee table, she grabs one and hands it to you, "this still your favorite?" You nod and smile slightly at her.

After a few seconds of silence she speaks, "I started therapy about a month ago. I'm going once a week." You look at her and smile, "that's great Ellie. I'm happy for you."

She nods and looks down at her hands, "um, I'm sorry about what I said. It isn't true, I just let my frustration speak for me. And I'm sorry for literally making your life a living hell for the last year we were together. I had a lot of shit I needed to deal with and you didn't deserve that."

The truth is, you'd forgiven her a long time ago. All you wanted for her was happiness and seeing her apologizing is proof that she is getting better.

You take a sip of your drink and meet her eyes, "thank you for apologizing. That means a lot. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions when you literally picked me up off the side of the road and let me sleep in your bed."

"Truce?"

".. Truce."

She smiles at you and leans back on the couch. "Soo, what've you been up too?"

You shrug, "nothing really.. I got hired full-time by the high school. I've been teaching a bunch of 10th graders literature and getting piss drunk."

Ellie's eyes light up, "seriously?? Y/n that's fucking amazing!! Not the getting piss drunk part but you've been waiting so long for an opening." You laugh and nod, "it's fun, the kids really like me."

In all seriousness the excitement on Ellie's face makes you want to grab her and kiss her. Buuut, you know you shouldn't...

"What about you?"

"I got promoted at work, I got a really good raise. Joel wants me to start learning how to run the place so he can retire soon." You grin at her, "ooh, little Ellie's gonna run a whole auto shop by herself" you wiggle your eyebrows and she playfully hits your arm.

"Shut up!!" Her cheeks are tinted red as you laugh. "And what if I don't?"

Ellie pauses and looks at you, you watch as her eyes travel down your lips but quickly make their way back up. "I'll give you discounts on repairs." You're lips are ZIPPED because that shit is expensive.

Ellie snorts and gets a grape from your container. You both just sit in silence for a little bit as you watch her. You're both studying each other's faces, thinking of all the times your lips have connected and your hands have touched her cheeks.

You take another sip of your drink and spill it all over your white long sleeve shirt. "Fuck!"

Ellie grabs the drink and sets it back down, looking around for some way to dry your shirt. "Um, fuck we don't have any napkins here"

You shake your head, "it's fine, it'll just air dry, this shirt was like 5 dollars anyway." Ellie furrows her eyebrows and starts to take off her flannel, "it's too cold, you can change into this." She hands it to you and turns around to give you privacy.

"Are you sure? You're gonna be cold just in a tank top."

Ellie shakes her head, "don't worry about me, I want you to be warm."

About an hour and a half later you're sleeping. Your head in Ellie's lap so comfortably as she traces circles on your arm. She huffs and looks at the time,

8:37 pm

Ellie didn't want to wake you but she also was freezing her ass off as it get colder. She carefully gets up, picks you up bridal style, and carries you to her car. You'd taken an uber here so you didn't have to worry about your car being left here.

She sets you down in the passenger seat and you slowly open your eyes, "what're you doing?"

Ellie smiles and buckles your seat belt, "I'm gonna take you home, I don't want you taking an Uber when your this tired. Can I have your apartment building?"

You blink a few times before smiling and nodding, "thank you els. My building is the one by Nico's bar." She nods and closes your door before getting in her side and starting the car.

Even though she kept herself calm, Ellie was over the moon. You called her els. A nickname she hadn't been called ever since you broke up.

Ellie didn't care if she was your girlfriend or not. All she cared about was getting you back into her life, I think she succeeded?

You turn in your seat and look at her, "can we be friends?"

She glaces at you and smiles, "fuck yeah."

Not for long HaHaHaHa... 😈

Waaaa I hope this is good... I feel like the ending was a little bit rushed!! There will be a part 3, hopefully they kiss! I wnat to see them kiss!!

I'm getting surgery tomorrow so hopefully it doesn't mess up the writing of part 3 too much!

I love you all so much, please ask if you want to be on the taglist for the next part and feel free to give me suggestions and shit. (^з^)-☆Chu!!

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[jaclynhyde]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargirl (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles McNider/Richard Swift, Charles McNider & Jennifer-Lynn Hayden & Todd Rice, Richard Swift & Jennifer-Lynn Hayden & Todd Rice Characters: Charles McNider, Richard Swift, Jennifer-Lynn Hayden, Todd Rice, Simon Culp - Character Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, First Kiss, past Charles/Myra, mentioned Internalized Homophobia, Post-Canon, The Shadowlands, Past Child Death Summary:

The Shade has disappeared just as a shadowy criminal has started committing crimes in his old haunting grounds. Can Charles McNider and the twins find him in time to save him from his inner demons?

Or: a Grand Guignol, transposed.

Yuletide reveals! I couldn’t not write the “Simon Culp plot in Stargirl” prompt...

[ginger-canary]

Every time I watch a CW DC show I fall back into the “it’s so fixable” mindset and that’s why I have like 90 flarrowverse fics

[opalimagines]

The Talk

You and Rick tell your father that you're dating, and he decides it's time to have The Talk

Rick Tyler/gn!reader and Dad!Richard Swift x gn!reader (BUT I wanted to make the grandpa joke so there's the implication that reader has a uterus. You can easily skip that line though)

Warnings: There is discussion of sex here in the context of a father talking to two teens about being safe but no one is actually having sex

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Yeah, of course." You stopped your fist before your knuckles could rap on the door and looked over at Rick, who had his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. "You're not?"

"I just don't want to be sent to purgatory."

Smiling, you rolled your eyes. "Come on, he wouldn't do that. He likes you."

"He might not like me anymore when he finds out we're dating," Rick pointed out matter of factly.

"It won't be like that." You reached out and gave his arm a little squeeze. "We came all this way. We have to tell him eventually, so we might as well just get it over with."

Sand had invited you to come stay in New York and spend Thanksgiving week with your father, and he was happy to extend the invitation to Rick when you asked. The two of you arrived that morning and spent the day with Sand, Jennie, Todd, and Grant, as well as your father, and while it was fun, there was another reason for bringing Rick along. So, after dinner, you made your way to The Shade's quarters to deliver the news of your relationship.

Before Rick could agree with you, the door swung open to reveal your father sitting at his desk, which was as neatly organized as the rest of the room. He didn't look up from his journal as his fountain pen scratched the paper.

"Are you two going to come in, or did you plan on standing out there all evening?"

You held your hand out to Rick, and he took it without hesitation, lacing your fingers. Stepping into the room together, you went straight to the point. "Rick and I wanted to let you know that we're dating."

Shade had an amused look on his face as he finally turned his attention from his writing. "Oh my, is that what the bickering was about? I already suspected as much."

"What do you mean?!"

"You two haven't exactly been subtle today."

Rick looked at you and you at him, and you both realized what he was talking about. Casual affection was already pretty normal at that point since the two of you had been falling into it before even going on a date, so neither of you thought much of being close to one another. Everyone else in the house already caught onto it, but you thought since he hadn't spent as much of the day with you, he probably hadn't noticed. Well, you were wrong.

"So, you're not mad?" Rick had been prepared to hear how he wasn't good enough for you at best and for a trip to the Shadowlands at worst. Not this.

"Mad, dear boy? No, I'm quite happy for you both. I noticed your fondness for each other months ago. Why do you think I invited you into our home?"

Whether it was in Opal or Blue Valley, he was quite protective of his space and his peace. You didn't really consider the significance of having Rick over until then, thinking it was because of their work to resurrect Grundy. You chuckled softly and explained. "He rarely lets other people in our home. Jack's the only other person he's invited over since I started living with him. Who even knows how long it'd been before that?"

"Decades," Shade answered as he got to his feet and came to stand in front of the two of you, clapping a hand on Rick's shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about, Rick."

He was still a little on edge because it seemed to be going too well. "You're not even going to give me the 'hurt them, and I'll kill you' speech?"

Shade smiled. "I always thought I'd have to someday, but luckily, they brought home someone who doesn't need it."

Rick relaxed considerably at those words, that last bit of nerves completely disappearing. Hearing that from your father, knowing that he didn't think his kid was dating trash, really meant something. When he looked at you, you were beaming, and you brushed your thumb over his.

"See? I told you it would be okay."

As it turned out, that particular discussion was only the beginning.

A short time later, the two of you were in your room, Rick having snuck over from his own after you both got ready for bed. You were snuggled into his side, nice and warm under the blanket, until you heard a knock on the door and your father's voice saying your name.

You shot up and threw the blanket off. And Rick? Well, he just knew he needed to be anywhere else at the moment besides in your bed.

"Get in the closet!" you whisper yelled, pulling him over by his hand and giving him a peck on the lips before practically shoving him inside. "Sorry!"

Rick couldn't exactly argue with your urgency because finding you and him in bed together, as innocent as it was, probably wouldn't go over well with your father. Still, he never thought he'd be the boyfriend hiding in the closet.

Pulling the door open, you tried your best to look and sound casual. "Everything alright, Papa?"

"Oh, yes," he answered with a smirk. "I wanted to speak with you."

Seeing your chance, you stepped out and began to close the door behind you. "Okay, let's go for a walk."

"No, no. Let's talk inside."

"Sure." You had a feeling that he knew what was going on, but you still played along for the moment and flipped on the light before letting him in. Shade shut the door and sat in the chair in the corner, and you took the bed. "So, what's up?"

He looked over at the closet, and you knew your suspicion was correct. "Come out now, Rick. You need to hear this, too."

Slowly, Rick opened the door and peeked out. You were clearly nervous, which was understandable considering the situation, but Shade didn't look even a little bit as enraged as he assumed he'd be.

Rick stepped out, and Shade gestured toward the spot next to you on the edge of the bed. "Please, sit."

He took the seat, and you placed your hand over his in support. "We were just going to sleep. We weren't doing anything–" you started, but your father stopped you.

"You don't need to explain." Shade sat forward in the chair, letting out a sigh. He'd tried to prepare for this moment before he came by, but it clearly didn't do him much good. "Oh, damnation. I thought I had a few more years before I had to do this."

You were still waiting for him to get to the point because, as quick as you were, you hadn't caught on yet. On the other hand, Rick's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Once Shade produced a box of condoms from his coat, you also realized precisely what was happening. "Oh, no. Papa, we've only been dating for three weeks! We're not doing that."

"I was a young man once, too. I know how quickly things can happen." Shade reached out and placed the box on your bedside table, knowing that you'd only be more embarrassed to take it from his hand. "I'm not here to judge you on what you may or may not be doing together. I simply wanted to remind you to please be safe. If you ever decide to do more than sleep, please use one of those. After all, I'm far too young to be a grandfather."

"Oh my god!"

Shade stood from the chair as Rick still sat frozen, and you had your head in your hands. "If either of you need to talk about these things, you can always come to me."

"Yes, Papa." You zipped over to the door, holding it open for him to get out as quickly as possible. "We appreciate that. Thank you. Goodnight."

Once he exited and you shut the door behind him, everything came out at once. "I'm so sorry I didn't think he'd do that I mean not with you here it was humiliating I get it if you want to go back home that was too m—are you...laughing?"

Rick bit his lip to try and hold it in as you sat down next to him again. "Sorry. I just can't believe I got the facts of life talk from The Shade of all people."

You couldn't help laughing, too. "Yeah, I see your point. Still, I'm sorry. We've only been dating for three weeks, and it's not like I haven't thought about it, but–" Your eyes went wide, and you threw yourself into bed. "Okay, goodnight!"

Rick smiled as you yanked the blanket over your head to hide, and he gently pulled it back down. "If it makes you feel better, I've thought about it, too. More than once."

Your grip on the blanket loosened. "Really?"

"Yeah. But I'm not ready for that yet."

"Neither am I."

"Then we don't need to worry about those," he said, nodding towards the condoms, "until we're both ready. Whenever that is."

You smiled up at him. "That sounds good to me."

"Still want me to stay?" After everything, he could see you preferring he stay in his own room.

"Please."

Rick turned the light off and climbed back into bed with you, holding you in his arms like he was before your father appeared.

Even without your father's approval, you would've kept seeing Rick, but it was still nice to know you had it.

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Ricks biased to the son born to run one because he relates to it but two because it has his moms name in it