#That’s a problem for grown up me who has money. right now i stick to what i got and no fancy chemical solutions

[glitterhoof]

while i’m waiting for my Chuck E. Cheese pony to dry, here’s some pics of my rosedust cleaning :3 i decided to document it in video form so i am going to be editing that together :D unfortunately she’s still wingless, but i will find some replacement wings soon :3c

[ohbabydollie]

Mob boss/infamous criminal Ted and the baker reader that he’s grown really fond of. Reader doesn’t know Ted for his crimes but as the sweetheart that swings by right before closing and walks them to their car because “who knows who’s lurking out so late..” Reader always keeps a concha warm for him as a thank you and has him taste test whatever new recipe they try out.

-💥 (worms are gnawing my brain)

soon after your father died, you had taken over his bakery. you had worked there prior to his death and knew every recipe by heart, you never really tried to experiment with the baking since most regulars had their orders.

so you kept the tradition alive in that sense, everything was as your dad had always had it. nothing changed expect adding in the seasonal sweets.

everything was as he liked it, until one day, someone who you had never seen asked for something new. they had called the menu boring and so you decided to stay late and start experimenting with flavors, recipes, anything and everything you could.

you had your friends to taste and they had told you to put it on the menu, so you did and business had been better than ever.

that was the first change

the second came about a month later on a rainy night.

you were up experimenting in the kitchen when you heard a knock on the door, you looked up to see a man drenched in rain. the bakery was closed but you couldn’t refuse someone who was standing in the cold rain.

you quickly rushed him in, getting a clean towel from the back to help him dry off, offering him a concha and some coffee.

he happily accepted the food, thanking you and going to pay before you stopped him. you insisted he didn’t pay at all, so he had quickly left it in the tip jar. you laughed at how ridiculous it was, how he insisted for you to keep the money and then walked back out into the rain.

somehow that night started to become a bit of a tradition.

every night, like clockwork, he would come in clearly exhausted, you’d offer him a sweet and drink and he’d happily accept it, leaving money in the tip jar before disappearing off into the night.

slowly you had become closer with the man, learning his name, Ted Nivison, a real gentleman.

you would save a treat for him or make a new batch of experimental treats for him to try along side a cup of coffee.

and somehow you both had fallen for each other.

“so what do you do for work?” you asked him.

“oh, it’s complicated to explain but, um, i own multiple little shops i guess” he said softly, taking a sip of his coffee

you nodded before he asked, “so what do you do?”

you burst out laughing, “well your kinda standing in it”

ted turns red, “right” he mutters, clearly embarrassed

“speaking of work, i should probably close for the night” you say standing up going to lock the doors, double checking everything.

you put up your apron and walk back to him, “you can go now” you say softly, “no need to take up anymore of your precious business time” you joke

ted laughs, “why don’t i walk you back to your car” he says softly

“oh no, it’s not too far from here” you replied

“oh it’s no problem at all”

you smile at his words, turning off the lights, “alright, im ready” you say with a smile as he holds the door open for you, sticking out his arm for you to hold.

“shall we” he says with a smile, you giggle, holding onto his arm.

“you know you don’t have to walk me to my car” you say smiling, “it’s not like the mafia is out to get me or anything” you joke

ted laughs nervously, “yeah, but you never know who’s out here lurking”

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x teen!reader - a demigod’s fate

Part one:

Looking at the school, you grumbled a little bit to yourself, cursing the prophets out for sending you here, and you looked at the man next to you.

“You remember why you’re here?” He asked.

“Yeah, hellmouth and all that. Why are you even here Hermes?”

He shrugged a little, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Somebody has to act as a legal guardian for you while you get enrolled.”

“Yeah, because my father clearly can’t do that himself.”

Hermes sighed, walking over to the main doors with you, holding them open so you could go through.

“You know the rules, he can’t. I shouldn’t even be here but Zeus allowed my just so we can get you in without a problem.”

You leant against the wall while he spoke to the person behind the reception desk, then the god walked back over to you.

He stood in front of you, offering you a small smile.

“I think you’ll enjoy it here.”

“What? People, demons, vampires, every greek monster coming straight here. Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun.”

He sighed.

“You have everything you need right? Just like they told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, I have to go after this, but I’ll deliver any messages to you if there is any. Remember your father pays for your apartment, and you’ll get more than enough money to survive.”

You said nothing, you just watched as he walked away.

You had no intention of sticking around for classes, so when Hermes came back towards you.

“Remember you were told.”

“Stay away from the slayer, don’t let her find out because she’ll see me as a demon and kill me, and she can see through the mist.”

He nodded, giving you one last look before he left, and you were waiting for student to come bring you to your first class of the day.

Pulling the parchment from your pocket you read the words on in, simply just warning about the hellmouth in a ridiculous riddle.

It didn’t say anything more, just that the child of hades will go, and stay until it was dealt with, that was it.

Rolling it back up, you put it in the pocket on the inside of your black jacket, and you took the coin out of your pocket.

To anybody else it was just a simple coin with the symbol of death on, but for you, it was a lifeline, protection.

You glanced to the side, looking at the red haired girl who had walked over.

“Hi! I’m Willow… I uh.. I was told to come and get you, you are (Y/N) right? Like I haven’t gotten you mixed up with somebody else?” She asked nervously.

You slipped the coin back into your other pocket and you pushed yourself from the wall, looking at her with a cold gaze it literally made her shiver.

She took a step back, looking at you with a nervous smile.

“That’s me.”

“Oh! Oh great! So, we have English right now, but you’re in all of my classes so you can stay with me all day.”

Willow glanced at you.

“O.. only if you want…”

She began to walked and you trailed behind her, watching her glance at you again before she looked away.

“What other classes do we have?”

“Uh.. there’s math, science, we do have a free period, then we have gym at the end of the day.”

You huffed.

“All boring aside from the last one I guess.”

“Oh they aren’t so bad, if you need any help you can always ask me, I have good grades so I can help you.”

You said nothing and she led you into the class, and the teacher looked at you.

“Names (Y/N) it’s my first day, don’t bother trying to get me to introduce myself.”

“Right.. well.. thank you I suppose. Take a seat at the back.” She said.

You walked to the empty desk and dropped yourself in it, resting your head in your arms in the hopes it’ll make it pass quickly.

Thankfully it did, and when the bell went you stood up, walking back over to Willow who was talking to her friends.

“Uh Willow, you seem to have grown a new shadow.” The man said.

She turned around, a bright smile gracing her face.

“(Y/N)! Are you ready for science? Oh guys this is (Y/N), they started today, (Y/N) this is Buffy and Xander.”

They waved and you stared at them before looking at the friendly redhead.

“Math.”

“Right, yeah, we’re heading there now. Come on.”

They talked while walking and you trailed behind them, looking around the school, memorising all the exits and anything else that could be of use for you.

“So… has anybody asked about the scar yet?” Xander asked.

“Xander!” The two girls hissed.

You grabbed him by the jacket, slamming him into some lockers.

“Don’t mention it again.” You warned.

He quickly nodded his head and you let him go, walking into the class behind Willow.

Again, it was nothing of interest to you, and when it came from break between classes you made yourself scarce, wondering away.

When the bell went again you were back with the small group.

It went the same as the other classes, you simply just slept, and when it came to lunch, you didn’t know what to do.

“Do you want something to eat?” Buffy asked.

“No.”

“Do you want anything?” Xander asked next.

You looked at him in boredom.

“I want you to shut up.”

He raised his hands and you looked around in boredom.

“I’m gone, I’ll find you later Willow.”

You walked away, and you began your hunt.

The first thing you needed to do was find the heart of the hellmouth, that is what you needed to know the exact location of it.

The joys of being a demigod was that you could feel the power radiating from it, so, all you did was follow the source of the power, and eventually into the library.

You looked around, and you slowly made your way way, wondering up the steps until you were stood in the centre of the it.

You could feel the powers and you understood why they were all going there, and it made you wonder what was really coming for it, and why you were sent.

“Oh hello, I never heard you come in. Are you alright? May I help you with something by any chance?”

You looked up from where you were looking and looked at the British man who offered you a smile.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I.. I… would ask you not to use that language please, but I do apologise for not introducing myself, I am Mr Giles, the librarian. Whom might you be?”

You stared at him.

“None of your business.”

You made your way back down the stairs and he watched you leave in confusion, and just as you were leaving the others came in.

They greeted you and you just offered them a nod of your head as you left again, deciding to leave the school grounds all together.

“I see you met the new student.” Xander said.

Giles pushed his glasses up, making his way back down the stairs with a few books in his hands.

“Yes, well I never got a name however.”

“Oh, that’s (Y/N). They have a very cool gothic kind of look going on.”

“And they already threatened Xander.” Buffy said.

Giles furrowed his brows as he set the books on the table, turning to the boy in question.

“And what exactly did Mr Harris do to annoy (Y/N) if they’ve been here for less than a day?”

“Asked them about the scar on their face.” Xander said.

“Scar?”

“You didn’t see it?” Willow asked.

Giles shook his head, sitting down in the chair as he began to flick through the books he had brought over.

“I can’t say I was able to get a rather good look at them, they left not long after I found them stood at the top of the stairs staring at the floor.”

Everybody shared a confused look before they went back to what they were doing.

You on the other hand went back to your apartment, sitting on your couch you picked up your notebook, making a quick note of where the hellmouth was.

You just couldn’t find a connection to any mythical creature that would place them here.

It seemed like normal supernatural stuff, not demigod work.

Looked at your TV, you turned it on.

It soon became apparent to everybody that you were going to be a trouble student with grades and attendance.

On the days you actually went in you spent a lot of time in detention, just idly staring at the work you had to catch up on, and today was no different.

Sitting in the library with the others, you stared at the text book and the paper next to it.

“Come on (Y/N), if you don’t catch up on your work you’ll get suspended.” Willow sighed.

“Would that really be any different? I mean it’s not like they’re here anyway.” Xander said.

You glared at him.

“Keep talking I’ll drag you from that chair and shove you in the smallest locker I can find.”

“Now, now, play nice, nobody is shoving anybody into a locker.” Buffy said.

She looked up from her paper and glanced at yours.

“Damn, I was hoping you had something so I could copy it.”

You glanced at her before looking away, tilting your head to look up at the ceiling.

“Keep dreaming summers, this is a waste of time, I’m only here because I have to be.”

“Is the library really that bad?” Giles chuckled.

He set a tray of tea down and set all your cups down in front of you all.

He picked up your text book, and he read over the work that you were supposed to be doing before he set it back down.

“You should both be catching up on the work that you need to do, there isn’t long until the end of the school term until Halloween, you remember what you were told if it wasn’t all caught up by then?”

“Yeah, yeah, suspension, parent meetings, all that.” Buffy said.

She turned her attention back to her work while you just carried on sitting there staring up at the ceiling.

“(Y/N)? Is there uh… is there something I may be able to help with?” Giles asked you.

You didn’t reply, you just carried on staring at the ceiling and he walked back to his chair to sit down, not wanting to push you.

You looked back at your textbook but you never started your work, instead you closed it and slid it over to table towards Willow.

“This is a waste of time.”

“If you need help we can help, don’t give up.” Willow frowned.

You went to reply but you saw a movement out the corner of your eye, and you recognised it immediately.

Getting up, you shoved your chair out of the way and left the library, looking down the hallway to, then to the floor next to the door.

Walked over, you picked up three scroll and opened it to read the writing.

‘Monster on the outskirts of the city.’

Shoving it into your pocket, you grabbed your coin, flipping it in the air.

There was a small light, and you caught the sword in your hand, making your way to the darkest corner of the school, walking through the shadows.

Standing on the edge of the city you smirked a little, rolling your shoulders as you stared at the monster.

“I’ve been looking for a good fight, it’s about time.”

You lunged forward, shadows licking the edge of your blade as you swung it.

It was about time you had a good fight, and you were looking to blow off some steam and this was the way to do it.

The group in the library looked at your books and Willow sighed, gathering them all up only to be stopped by Giles.

“Don’t worry yourself with this, I’ll see that these are returned, just focus on your own studies, you’re a smart girl Willow, we wouldn’t want you falling behind.”

Giles took your books, taking them to his office so he could put them aside for you.

Willow was stressed trying to help you, and right now they didn’t need any more stress, so he was trying to find a way that he would be able to help you.

But you didn’t seem to have an interest in being helped.

Walking back out, he sat back down at the table.

“So, did you find anything about the demon from last night?” Xander asked.

“Actually I did, I found quite a bit on the matter, though it is no demon. Based on Buffy’s description I believe it would be this.”

Giles opened the book and turned it so the trio could look at the photo.

“What the hell is that?” Buffy asked.

“It.. it’s so… ew…” Xander mumbled.

“This would be a Cyclops, I could only find so much, most of the books unfortunately I’m unable to read due to them being in Ancient Greek, the language is lost, there is nobody I know that can translate it.”

“So we don’t know how to kill it?” Buffy asked.

Giles shook his head.

“No, but the good news is that you most likely scared it away, and seriously injured it, I highly doubt it will be making its return anytime soon, but I must admit this does concern me.”

“Why?” Willow asked.

He looked at her.

“This means it isn’t just vampires and a few demons you must worry about. Now you must worry about Greek monsters, these are not to be taken lightly, some of these monsters are beyond anything you could deal with, larger, stronger, some travel in packs, some of powers.”

They all went silent.

“Without a way to translate the texts we have, we won’t be able to do anything except hope for the best, I only have a handful of books, most of these new monsters won’t even be covered in anything I have.”

“What about the council?” Buffy asked.

“They looked, they are unable to help, even they don’t have such access to these scripts, nobody knows where to find them, we have to work from what we have I’m afraid.”

She nodded her head, and took the book so she could flick through it, looking through the photos at all the different monsters.

She was trained for vampires not Greek monsters, while you on the other hand were, and neither of you knew that you were both working towards the same cause.

You didn’t care about whatever demons she had to fight, you just wanted to fulfil your prophecy so you could get out of the boring town, and hopefully soon because school became the death of you.

Making your way back to your apartment, you stretched a little, wincing in pain and you made your way to the large mirror in the living room.

You were a little beat, but nothing they wouldn’t heal in a matter of days, so you walked to your map on the wall to mark the location.

You had the cyclops marked you stumbled across half dead the previous night as well, narrowing your eyes to try and find a link but you were unable to

[ynluvy]

katie’s babysitter—-btr x black reader.

warnings : none, maybe some mediocre writing but nothing really. BLACK READER !!!! 

word ct : 1,143

author’s note : heyy bestiess !! i thought taking the holiday break i got at school 

and putting to use with this story could bring back the audience and refresh my account! 

ive been thinking of a btr fic that has multiple parts and i think this is it! I feel like the ending is rushed but its literally almost 7 am and i haven’t had a wink of sleep yet. I have so much to do but im glad i took the time to sit down and write this for you guys! thanks for sticking around, and ill get to re-writing this soon.

much love!!

PROLOGUE. 

katie had grown, she was eleven now, and arguing with her mother about how she didn't need a babysitter, she was able to take care of herself. she could put out a fire if she wanted to, and that sentence alone made ms. knight call you up.

you arrive at apartment 2J from 6E and knock lightly, and almost immediately the door is opened and an average height guy opens the door. he has pale skin, but his short brown hair and eyes contrast. he's built, but not bulky. hes surprised but smiles warmly. “you’re the babysitter for katie?” you nod and smile awkwardly under his slightly intense gaze, you shift your bag to the middle of your body as you hold onto its white leather strap with both hands. He watches  “yep, that's me.” he shifts his body to the side.

 “im logan, not katie’s brother but a friend of his. come in, katie’s in her room sulking since she didn't want a babysitter.” he says and you snort. “glad to know i wasn't wanted.” your comment causes him to chuckle. katie emerges from her room, walking up to you and huffing. “i honestly don't even know why my mom called you. ill just give you your payment and you can leave, easy money!” she cracks a fake smile you see right through. you place your hands on your knees and get eye level with her. “katie, im gonna be here for the 4 hours your mother requested me to stay. you’re stuck with me, girlie. if it was that easy i would’ve taken your offer.” she sighs and walks to sit on the couch as you stand 

as you straighten your back and walk past her to the kitchen it was then you see three other guys now by logan watching what had transpired between you and katie with hooded eyes and a daydream-like smile. You stare for a sec until you clear your throat. “um, fun question. who are you three?” they introduce themselves and you get acquainted as katie gets you to do things with her around the crib. the four guys follow you around like a puppy dog and act like they arent when you turn to them, distracting themselves with whatever is around them. you snicker, then hours go by and ms. knight calls you up. “there’s a hold up at the office, do you think you could stay for 2 or 3 more hours maybe ? ill pay you extra, just please? i cant trust those boys for the life of me.” you chuckle and agree. “sure ms. knight, i can stay for a couple more hours with katie. she a cool kid so its no prob.” she thanks you immensely and promises to call when she can make it back, to which you assure her its no problem and the call ends. 

you turn to katie and she look almost excited. “you can really stay longer? dont mess with me y/n.” she says and you giggle. “yea katie, you're stuck with me for a little while longer.” she smiles and pulls you to the kitchen. “ i wanna make cookies, easy cookies. like sugar cookies.” she says, and you nod. “We can definitely do that.” and you both get to work under four sets of eyes. You look up and crack a half-smile“Do you boys like sugar cookies?” you ask and they all nod quickly, carlos chiming. “yea,yea! love em, they’re so sweet, and pretty- i-i mean! Pretty good, y’know cuz they’re cookies, not–not a person.” the other three look over to him and scrutinize him with their eyes and he slumps in his chair. Kendall gets an idea and walks around to the kitchen, right between you and katie. “Is there anything you need help with, y/n?” you give him the dry ingredients and a bowl. “add these to the bowl, grab the measuring cups and ill tell you how much of what ingredient, ‘kay?” he nods and starts with your assistance, the other burning a hole in kendall’s face.

 “Why the long face boys? Did you wanna help too?” they all nod and you give each of them a bowl with ingredients and give them an assignment. everyone was working on their own thing in silence and thirty minutes later there’s a hot plate of sugar cookies on the table and each one of you has one in your hand, snacking and complimenting each other on their assignment. logan snorts. “y/n im not gonna beat around the bush anymore,alright? do you wanna go on a date with me?” he said, almost like normal conversation and thats when all hell broke loose. james looks bewildered, snapping his neck towards logan. “I was gonna ask her out first! How dare you, logan, ask this fine lady in such a way??” he says, winking at you and having you even more confused. Now kendall and carlos are having a screaming fight and before anything escalates you put a stop to it. 

“all four of you, quiet! how about this,” you think to yourself and have an idea. “ill go on a date with all four of you, ONE date each. whoever’s date goes well in my opinion ill go on a second date with and further on. logan’s first since he was confident enough to ask me out directly. James next, kendall, then carlos. Sound like a plan?” they all nod and re-adjust themselves. “Now, the rest of the week im free until i get a gig or babysitting call. If you’re free this week it can happen.” they all agree and ms. knight comes home. “im home guys! mm, it smells really good in here.” she walks up and grabs a cookie, eating it and asking questions to each one you answer truthfully and take your leave. “bye katie, bye boys. logan, ill see you tomorrow?” he nods and the door closes and you walk to your apartment. 

what’ve you got yourself into? thinking you’re being proactive but in reality you set yourself up for failure with this decision. but, you cant stress yourself out. whats done is done.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok I SWEAR I'm working on more Freddy asks! But I literally just figured these out, and my brain would not let me rest until I sent them into your inbox. I'm serious, I tried XD you don't have to answer right away! This is so I can get peace XD

So what exactly has gotten my brain so riled up? Well, I was thinking about how we compared the N'ever After Wolves to the Toon Patrol, and that led me to thinking of how they'd be in a swapped setting. Like the weasels are a part of a Fairy Tale world, and the wolves are a gang in the 40's.

I'm gonna have to give them seperate asks to keep them organized. Let's start with N'ever After!

Ok so, let's say that maybe in this world, Fairy Tale Land has grown into the new age. Either that, or fea creatures replace the toons in the 1940's. Either way, fairy tale creatures and character of all kinds are running amuck.

In the case of the bad guys, various villains and baddies have formed their own groups and gangs. In the case of the Big Bad, Granny and Kiddy, they stick together.

Calling them a gang might be stretching it, since it's just the three of them? But they do still commit crimes together, and strike fear into those who know them.

Big Bad, with his manipulative friendliness, is put in charge of collecting debts and striking deals more often than not. He's the one who snags the person in, make them feel comfortable, before he lays it out for him. And he has no problem getting his hands dirty if they don't cooperate.

Granny is genuinely nice, but that doesn't mean he's to be messed with. With his more inquiring smarts, Granny is better at getting intel and interrogating. He can easily play it the easy way, pretending to be a regular guy asking plenty of questions. Or he can play it the hard way; getting the answers out of you by force.

Kiddy is more often by Granny's side, but that doesn't mean he isn't useful. If need be, Granny or Big Bad- mainly Big Bad- will have Kiddy sniff out any run aways that owe them. Or, similar to the movie, they'll have Kiddy check a situation out for them.

Who is the head boss? Eh... Granny and Bad can't seem to decide XD they're constantly butting heads just like in the movie. And if their gang ever grew in size, they'd probably wind up having their own lackeys that follow them.

When Frieda was getting all the bad guys together- which in this AU would take a bit longer, since she'd have to visit each individual gang and convince them to join her cause, Granny was the one who questioned it at first, but Big Bad decided to go all in right away. Granny, and Kiddy by extension, were quick to follow.

Alright, what we really want. The S/O headcannons XD

With your Princess Y/N, I'm not sure how you'd want to implement them in this AU (if you even want to- I'd love it if you'd wanted to! But of course you don't have to ^^). But for my Riding Hood Y/N; I'd say that Y/N is one of the debtors. Sort of.

Y/N runs her own grocer. It's a small business that happens to be in the wolves' part of town, so she's gotta pay the 'protection fee' just like everyone else.

At first it starts off as just paying money. But at some point, Y/N gets the idea that Big Bad likes food, and he seems pretty friendly enough. So maybe, if she gives him some of her produce along with the cash, it'd put her in his good book and make her extra safe!

It works. I mean, who's gonna turn down free food? And Y/N even winds up meeting Granny and Kiddy too after this deal has been made.

Eventually, Big Bad decides that she doesn't have to pay them the money anymore. Claiming that her good food is payment enough now. And this is definitely a relief to Y/N!

But in reality, that's the first sign that the wolves have grown fond of Y/N. The next sign is when they start stopping by her store more often. Even after collecting her 'payment'. It's kind of scary, but as long as they don't do anything to her, Y/N doesn't pay it any mind.

Ok that's all I got because I need to get started on the Toon Patrol ask XD I hope you like these! These are still fresh in my brain, so they may be clunky or change in the future. Don't be afraid to add onto this if you want! ^^

How-... How did you- How did you make me fall for Big Bad even w o r s e??? XD Good lord.

'And he has no problem getting his hands dirty if they don't cooperate'- holy moly. I-

... ANYWAY-

This is amazing omg XD I have read this a f e w (*cough* understatement) times since you sent it and oh boyyy I just love it so much XD I wish I had more to add 😅

Granny being capable of a calm chat but also of beating information out of someone?? Granny keeping Kiddy by his side while he does this 'business'?? Acwywvsidvksoahsbsyckwpqbwbfhcpanack!!

And the x reader stuff-

Oh my lord, I have some imagines for you.

Imagine Granny spending the day with your Red Riding Hood!Reader, maybe Big Bad sent him to try and scope out the situation with you (Why doya gotta pay em for gang protection?? You seem nice enough... its sus.) so he's just hanging out under the guise of being bored on a day off. Asking you if ya need some help around here... if not, do you have oranges? Are they good ones? It's been a bad year. Somehow he fits in perfect and you forget you were suspicious of him at the start today because he's such good company and you like eachother. The whole time he's trying to get you comfortable with him enough to tell him your deal- but damnit, he likes you too. You're smart, and tough, and got a good sense of humour.

Welp, guess he'll haveta tell Big Bad he got nothin from ya~~ But that's all good, I'll go back until got the information. Ya got me word.

And my Princess!Reader!! I feel like she would be a popular princess toon (of course), doing a lot of fairytale cartoons. She's beloved by audiences and she's got a pretty good following.

Imagine Princess!Reader one day meeting Big Bad on the street. She knows he has to be bad news, she's not dumb, but she is passionate about her work and he would be perfect to be her co-star for an upcoming Red Riding Hood remake. Theirs just something about him that hits her hard, she doesn't realise yet that it is lust, and they click so he agrees; sure, why not? Could be a laugh, and you sure aren't bad company, sweetheart~ The way her eyes light up at him agreeing to be her big bad wolf makes him a little soft, he knows he's in deep already, but he's not one to back off. As the filming begins and they get closer and closer (both physically and emotionally), scandalous rumours spread about famous good girl Y/N L/N and one of Toon Towns most notorious criminals XD

[dailymobpsychodrabbles]

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: trans! Mob, post canon

Reigen was in deep, deep shit. 

Looking back, maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job without actually scoping out the place first. But it had sounded like easy money! The owner of this office building felt a rush of cold air whenever he entered the basement? Bah, it sounded like he had a problem with his air conditioning. Reigen would just sprinkle some salt and figure out on the down low who he used for his maintenance and give them a ring, and he’d get a handsome payment. 

Um… but.

“Do you want me to possess you?” Dimple offers, staring up at the huge evil spirit looming over them. Even he looks nervous. 

“Last time I let you do that, you pulled a muscle,” Reigen grits through his teeth. Maybe if he doesn’t move, it won’t notice him. He’s been stuck in the same position for a minute and a half now: hands held up in front of his face in defense, knees bent in preparation to run. Man, his arms are starting to ache. 

So far it’s worked. Or maybe the spirit is just toying with its prey. It’s too big to even fit in the room, resorting to hunching over and putting its face only a mere few feet from where Reigen is frozen in terror. It crudely resembles a dog- gaping maw full of jagged teeth and dripping drool in large globs that fall around Reigen, a tangled mass of fur covering half of its face. Why did it have to be a dog? Uu-chan would have never done something like this. (Or, well, maybe she would. Are all spirit dogs evil?)

Dimple sighs. “Don’t expect me to be nice to you when you die. This is all your fault after all.”

“I’m not going to-”

The evil spirit growls, and the entire room shudders and quakes around them. Lights flicker, rolling chairs scatter, and Reigen stumbles to one side.

“-die,” Reigen finishes, voice high-pitched and squeaky. Blond hair sticks up in unruly, windblown spikes on his head, and his outfit is all wrinkled. Gah! He just went to the dry cleaner! He’s going to smell like death for the rest of the day, too! 

The dog creature moves its head to one side so one large, red eyeball is staring straight through Reigen. “Any last words, puny human?” it asks, voice low and gravelly. Oh, it could talk? Reigen could work with that.

“Um…” He offers a nervous smile. “Please don’t eat me?” 

It rumbles with laughter. “Why shouldn’t I? Are you going to do something to stop me?”

Reigen and Dimple exchange a look. “I’m not helping your sorry ass,” Dimple says helpfully before floating down through the floor to safety. Fat load of help he is. 

He’s about to resort to begging, but there’s soft, muffled footfalls from behind them. Just in time! “I’m not,” Reigen admits. He straightens his stance, fixing his blazer so it lays flat on his chest and brushing his hair back down. Afterwards, he gestures to their new guest. “But she is!” 

...Truthfully, he’d sent the text as a last resort. 

Ever since the incident with Mob and Tsubomi, Reigen has kept a respectful distance. His student wanted to focus on herself, not work. And honestly? Reigen couldn’t blame her. He’d been around her age when he’d started to unravel the knot that was being a 15 year old who had no fucking idea who they were. He’s proud of her. She’s grown her hair out, switched from pants to skirts. Tome’s mentioned Teru helping her out with makeup. All steps in the right direction, judging from what Tome has told him. As long as Mob is staying true to herself, then good on her.

Yeah, Reigen is happy to know Mob is figuring herself out, but could she walk a bit faster? He’s pretty sure he has about six seconds before he becomes evil spirit food. 

Mob takes her place by Reigen’s side. “I asked you not to contact me on such short notice,” she says, not looking up at Reigen. Her mop of dark hair conceals her expression, but Reigen is sure it’s not going to be impressed. “Or I’ll have to charge you a last minute fee.” 

“We can discuss payment later.” Reigen scrambles behind his former student and puts a hand on her back. “There’s-There’s more important things to worry about!”

The spirit tips its head to the other side, hair falling and revealing that it doesn't have two eyes, but rather a spiral of eyeballs on the other side of its face. “You brought a little girl to fight your battles?” 

Mob looks up at it. “Please refrain from eating Reigen-san.” She lets her backpack slip from her shoulder and onto the ground. Mob holds up one open hand, letting her aura start to build around her. Pinks and blues and purples surround her small figure and light up the otherwise dark room. Reigen takes a step back and shields his eyes with one hand. 

It bares its teeth at Mob and lets out another snarl. “Such power in such a young thing. But do you have the guts to-”

She squeezes her fingers into a fist, and the spirit is condensed into a tiny ball before it evaporates into nothing. 

Reigen lets out the breath he hadn’t known he was holding in and puts his hands on his knees. Man, that was a close one! 

Mob lets her hand fall back to her side before turning to him. “Why are you here without an esper?” she asks. Straight to the point as always. Won’t even let her old mentor recover from his fight or flight kicking into full gear.

“Kat- Err, Serizawa-kun had to study for an exam.” When he’s sure his heart isn’t going to burst out of his chest, Reigen stands back up. “I tried Hanazawa-kun as a last resort, but he was busy. And your little brother just hung up the phone on the first ring.”

She only hums in acknowledgement. “I see.” 

By now, Reigen has gotten exceptionally good at reading Mob. Spending so long with her as his shadow has let him hone in on a thing or two that most others probably wouldn’t pick up: little mannerisms like fidgeting with her hands and fixing her clothes, her gaze flitting to a certain spot, the way she holds her head. 

Right now? She’s conflicted. 

“Is everything alright?” Reigen asks, turning to the young girl. “You didn’t strain yourself, did you?” He gives her a once over, and she looks relatively the same. Maybe her school uniform is a bit ruffled, but otherwise he doesn’t notice anything.

Mob shakes her head a little bit. “That evil spirit…” She looks up at Reigen, dark eyes wide. “It called me a little girl.” 

So it did. Reigen clicks his tongue and looks at the space where it once was. “Hah! Yeah, and look at how it stood up to you! What a stupid…”

When he looks back at Mob, she’s smiling to herself. She’s scuffing the toe of her sneaker against the floor and tucking her bangs behind one ear.

Oh, it called her a little girl.

Reigen can’t help but smile back. “It did, didn’t it?” He puts a hand on Mob’s head and ruffles her hair. She blinks up at him, frowning when her bangs are messed up once again. “I wouldn’t say you’re so little anymore. You’re almost as tall as me.” 

“You’re embarrassing, Reigen-san.” Mob bats away Reigen’s hands and picks up her backpack once more, but Reigen can’t miss the pleased expression on her face. 

He steers her in the direction of the door with a hand on her shoulder. “What do you say we go grab a bite to eat? My treat?” Reigen squeezes her with a little shake. 

“Reigen-san, you still need to pay me. We’ve talked about my freelance fees-”

“Ah, no discount for an old friend?” 

“Hmm… I’ll consider it.” 

She looks so content. Reigen is almost glad she quit. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket- most likely another client.

Almost. 

[scaryscarecrows]

Pick Your Poison

Honestly, in Frank’s opinion, Jason is a…remarkably well-adjusted individual, considering the situation. Yes, leading an invasion of a major city was definitely not the healthiest way to cope with trauma, but they did force an evacuation beforehand, so it could have been much worse, really.

That doesn’t mean there’s not quirks. Holdovers from that cackling sonofabitch. Plenty of ‘em are exactly what you’d expect and aren’t that much different from anybody else here; no sudden movements, keep your back to the wall, touch with caution. Some of them are at ‘well, no shit Sherlock’; he doesn’t like purple coats and green hair and high-pitched laughter, but honestly, it seems like most of Gotham has that problem. He’s a little dicey about cooking meat, but so’s Riley and both of them are, honestly, usually fine.

The one Frank can’t quite place is the food thing. The only person he’ll take food from without hesitation is Dove Marquis*. Everything else? Either he cooked it, watched them cook it, or will not take the first bite.

It took him a while to notice. They don’t see Marquis that often–though she usually does give the kid a wafer stick, he thinks it’s a Whole Thing–and with seven grown men in this unit, it’s not like he pays that much attention to who eats what. Cooking dinner is always a group activity, and on those nights they order pizza, it’s not like he’s watching to see who braves it first.

When he did finally notice it, he thought initially it might be a Gotham thing. There’s a lot of assholes who use chemical warfare here, maybe it’s just a precaution. But no, restaurants are fine here, even ones with weird names like ‘The Gotham Pony’ and ‘Your Money or Your Life’. So clearly it’s a Jason thing.

For months, he leaves it at that. Joker was a sick freak. Jimmy researched him once, way back, and what he found kept him up for a few nights. Hell, Trent asked Marquis, once, pre-invasion, what had happened to the body. Apparently paranoia won out and they cremated the bastard and flushed the ashes down several different toilets throughout the city. She’d found this funny. Trent had been a little creeped out. Frank had also been creeped out, at the time, but now, living day-to-day with the results of Joker’s…uh…Joker-ness, he thinks they were smart to do that.

The answer turns out to be what Frank suspected, revealed courtesy of some old Scarecrow booby trap they stumbled upon. Figures. Crane and Richardson are both dead and they’re still causing problems.

Fear toxin either has a long shelf life or just doesn’t go bad ever. And this batch was strong, strong enough to bypass the helmet. Short-ranged, at least–he was close, he took the hit–but then he’d vanished and it had been the better part of two hours before they could track him down.

Getting him back to base hadn’t been that bad, all things considered. They’d found him in some run-down apartment building and managed to convince him to come back with them. That had gone all right, but then they’d made the mistake of trying to get some apple juice in him (weirdly effective against this crap, according to several briefings), and. Ah.

Mercifully, he hadn’t attacked them. Frank had thought he might, at first, but he’d just gone tense and wide-eyed and pleaded no more please no more I’ll be good I swear–

It had been a rough night. At least that shit hadn’t lasted long, in the end, and by noon he’d been jumping at shadows and small noises but was otherwise back to normal. Mostly. A little clingy, but nothing serious.

…barring, mind, the insistence on getting his own food and drink.

He’s in the kitchen now, slumped against the counter and wrapped in a giant blanket that looks like a tortilla. He looks like shit, in Frank’s non-medical opinion, but he’s waiting for his tea all the same.

“I can bring it in there, y’know,” Frank points out. “You look like death warmed over.”

“Does me good to move around.”

“Really.”

The stare-off is brief. Frank wins.

“It’s nothing personal,” Jason finally mumbles. “It really isn’t.”

“Then what is it?”

The timer for the tea goes and Jason takes longer than necessary getting the bag out and stirring things around.

“He didn’t feed me all that often,” he says, hesitant and stilted. “So I’d eat it regardless of what it was.” That right there is ominous and bad. “And now and again he’d. Spike it. Joker venom, usually–causes uncontrollable laughter, hurts like hell–but sometimes it’d be something else. It wasn’t often, but it was enough–eighteen months, even once a month–” His jaw clicks shut. “I can take care of myself, s’all.”

Christ.

He’s not surprised, but it’s still painful to hear.

It’s best to let it go for now, though; it’s been a long night as it is and getting him to share is, often, like pulling teeth. It’s like any other teenager. Take what you can get and don’t push for more right away.

“Come on,” he says, “back to bed. Mark’ll be pissed if he catches you up and about.”

THE END

*If given the opportunity, Jason would also accept food from Alfred.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 44c - Late Night Dinner.

Episode 3. Back at Andy's basement

Andy: So it's okay if he stays here?

Akin: He looked a bit suspicious at Andy from behind his book what do you know about this guy? You met him less than 24 hours ago…

Andy: Yes but he seems-

Akin: I'm sure he's a perfectly nice guy, Andy, but point is, we simply don't know.

Andy: Right… but you can also live next door to a serial killer your entire life and not know it.

Congo: I think what Akin is trying to say, and I agree, is that perhaps it's best he check in at the motel instead…

Andy: He doesn't have any money! he answered in a now somewhat desperate and annoyed tone what part of that did you people not get??!! For fuck sake! What did I do now so you guys don't trust me?!? We're right back at you treating me like a fucking kid, and I have to fucking beg for simple shit!

Evan: *He sighed soft and stood up, I'll pay for the motel, he can have a couple of days there on my credit card, till he figures something else out

Andy: ….. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!?!! HAVE ANY OF YOU HEARD SHIT OF WHAT I JUST SAID?!??! HE HAS NO MONEY!!!!! NO AS IN ZERO!!! AND HE HAS ZERO PLACES TO GO!!!! HE'S ONE FUCKING STEP AWAY FROM HOMELESS AND YOU THINK HE CAN "FIGURE SOMETHING ELSE OUT" IN A COUPLE OF FUCKING DAYS?!??!?!

Evan: …. he sighed soft as he looked at Congo… not sure what to make of it all, hating to say no, but also not being comfortable with the whole idea of a complete stranger staying at their house for an uncertain amount of time

Akin: He does have a place to stay, Andy, it's not our obligation to take care of a full grown stranger.

Andy: …….. well fuck you then! I should get my fucking own place!!! He quickly stormed out of the living room, and downstairs, only to find Kris was no longer there FUCKING GREAT!!!!!!!

Evan: He sighed deep and rushed after Andy, just to meet him in the hallway Andy if you come back in maybe we can work som-

Andy: Yeah well don't bother shit about it any longer! The issue has already removed itself! Fucking brilliant, Evan! I don't even fucking know his address!!! Thanks a lot!!! he quickly rushed out the front door, slamming it after himself

Evan: ANDY!!! He rushed after him, but Andy was already speeding off down the dirt road Fuck!!!!

Congo: Did he leave? he looked worried at Evan as he suddenly stood by his side

Evan: Yeah, I'm gonna head after him

Akin: No, let me… I'm the one who disagreed to begin with.

Evan: We all did he sighed heavily

Congo: I'm going he quickly walked past the two of them and jumped into his Ford truck

Akin: He shook his head lightly and sighed, then hurried after Congo, quickly jumping into the car I'm going with you.

Congo: He nodded confirming and slowly backed out of the drive way

Evan: He sighed deep and locked the door, then hurried to his motor bike, and within seconds speed past the Ford on his way down the dirt road leading to the main town road, figuring he could find Andy faster on a bike that had no limitation of sticking to roads.

Andy: KRIS!!!! he quickly parked the car by the side of the road as spotted him unlock a front door of an apartment building

Kris: He slowly turned around, looking at Andy with a questioning frown What are you doing here?

Andy: He quickly got out of his car and ran the last few meters to the door step You live here? he looked up at the building

Kris: Yeah he sighed deep, sticking his hands in the pocket of another hoodie Andy had borrowed him Look I heard you and your partners, and I actually agree with them this whole thing is a little nuts. So uh… I'll see you some other time okay? he quickly pushed the door up with his foot

Andy: Please don't go up there he grabbed Kris's arm gently you look like you're about to have a breakdown.

Kris: It's not your problem, nor your partners, Andy, they are right. I'll figure something out, I always do he frowned soft, tears gathering in his eyes I'll see you around okay?

Andy: Absolutely fucking not, Kris! I can't let you go like this! Fuck! he thought about it quick Hey, let me come up with you, we can grab some clothes, I'll check you into the motel, or I have a couple friends you might be able to crash with… please…

Kris: I can't take your money, Andy, you've already done more than enough.

Andy: Then what's a little more anyway? he shrugged lightly please let me help you. I have the money, and it's Christmas.

Kris: He felt as if someone knocked the air out of him, Christmas being both very important and very sentimental to Kris, his eyes filling up with tears Andy… why do you wanna help me? I'm nobody…

Andy: No he sighed lightly You're somebody.

Kris: He sniffled his runny nose I don't know how to go back up there…

Andy: Then let's only go to pick up some clothes and if you have anything of value… please…. I have the money, so if you don't feel comfortable with the basement, please allow me to at least put you in the motel till January, at least then you have a small break the rest of the holiday.

Kris: He nodded lightly and took a deep breath, stepping into the dark hallway, fumbling to find a light switch Okay… come

Congo: There he is! He pointed straight ahead, Akin barely catching the glimpse of the blue mohawk as it disappeared into a small apartment building as Congo parked the car outside. ….. he sighed soft what do we do now? … givet them 10 minutes to come back down or else we-

Akin: Storm the building like mad men? he chuckled warmly … yes, let's give them 10, and then we take it from there.

Evan: Having driven in the opposite direction and suddenly realizing he had forgotten his gloves, he slowed down the bike, barely unable to let go of the handles with his frozen hands. He picked up his phone, calling Akin, barely able to hold onto the phone.

Akin Mh? he quickly got his phone out his pocket and picked up Evan?

Evan: Did you find him?

Akin: Yes, we just spotted him walk into an apartment building, assuming Kris lives here, we're parked outside. We agreed to give them 10 minutes, then we take it from there if they haven't come down yet.

Evan: He sighed relieved Thank gawd! My fingers are so frozen I can't possibly drive further!

Akin: Should we come pick you and the bike up? Tell me where you are…

Evan: No, it's alright… I'm actually few meters from Alex's place he sighed as he looked at the building in front of him There isn't much light so I doubt him or Arman will be home, but I can at the very least park my bike here and walk home.

Akin: We could easily-

Evan: No, please… I insist… stay there and keep an eye on Andy, it's far more important. I'll manage. Thank you he spoke in a warmer tone Just get Andy home safe, please.

Akin: He nodded lightly We will. I'll see you later at home then.

Evan: Yeah, see you later. As he hung up, he quickly dragged his bike around the house and parked it in the garage next to his big brothers car. He slowly made his way to the front door, ringing the doorbell, then rubbing his frozen hands while waiting, not so patiently, for someone to hopefully open the door

Arman: He opened the door about 10 seconds later Yes? squinting his eyes to see Evan better in the dark outdoors surrounding Oh, Evan, right?

Evan: He nodded eagerly, his teeth clapping by now

Arman: Come in come in! he smiled wide and opened the door even wider, stepping backwards into the kitchen to better make room for Evan to enter We're making Irish coffee, and you look like you need…. 10 he chuckled warmly

Evan: He chuckled awkwardly and stepped inside, nodding at Alex who was mixing the drinks by a small table, further into the room

Alex: My my… what's the reason for this fancy visit?

Evan: He snorted and shook his head I'm too frozen for you to be an asshole big brother right now!

Alex: Yes, you do look almost blue he chuckled warmly Why are you outside in the snow in only a hoodie and sweatpants anyway?

Evan: He sighed deep It's a long story… I don't want to get into it, since it seems to be more or less fixed anyway by now. I just wanted to park my bike here since I forgot my gloves and-

Alex: He frowned soft You were DRIVING around like that?!

Evan: He chuckled lightly Yeah! There wasn't time to think much about anything…

Alex: He shook his head lightly and grabbed one of the full mugs in front of him, handing it to Evan Something to get warm on

Evan: Thank you he chuckled lightly, but looked a bit questioning at Arman and Alex There's 3 mugs…. do you guys have company?

Alex: As a matter of fact we do he smiled warm and wide Jackall is upstairs in the living room, if you care to join us, I'll just quickly make one more Irish since you got his now…

Evan: His face lit up, he hadn't seen Jackall the past days. Christmas had been hectic and their plans hadn't seemed to fall together since the wedding, so without saying another word, he quickly headed to the stairs and ran up to the living room, smiling wide as he walked towards the couch where Jackall was sitting

Jackall: He stood up fast with a surprised bright smile Evan!!

Evan: He walked straight up to him, wrapped his free arm around his waist and kissed him passionately

Jackall: Mmmhh he moaned surprised and welcoming Nice to see you too!

Kris: No, I told you I'm here to pick up my shit, and I'm out of here!!!

Room mate 1: Can I have your room then? It's bigger than mine!

Kris: Biting his lip not to start crying again

Room mate 2: And Shelly knows about that?

Kris: I doubt she gives a shit! I doubt any of you give a shit! I was gone for 24 hours, no one fucking called!

Room mate 2: Snot exactly like we're your babysitters bro, good fucking luck! he nodded at Andy

Andy: …… Tightening a fist Where's your room, Kris.

Room mate 2: Didn't even know you HAD any friends beside us

Kris: Literally anyone on the entire planet could be a better friend than you have ever been!

Andy: Snort

Room mate 2: Oh yeah!? You got something to say big guy?! How bout you say it to my face?!?

Andy: I got plenty to say, but it sure as hell wont fix the situation. I just wanna get in and get out as fast as possible.

Room mate 1: Yeah I bet you would snort

Andy: ….

Kris: Come on *he sighed deep as he shuffled his feet through the living room and headed down a little hallway, opening the door to a chaotic mess of a room.

Andy: He was just about to make a joke about the mess, but figured there were probably a heavy reason behind the fact that the floor was barely walkable, so he kept his mouth shut

Kris: He sighed deep and heavy I don't even know where to start man?! Let alone how to take all this with me??!

Andy: ….. is uh… there anything of value in here?

Kris: …. no…. sentimental, yes…. most of it…

Andy: Oh….

Kris: I know it looks like shit… but it's been kinda the only safety I had…. a sort of nest I suppose? Does that even make sense? He flooped his arms out to the side and looked as if he was giving up on life itself I don't know how to let go of it all… or how to stay with it all for that matter… this is gonna sound fucking nuts, I know, but I have this stupid fear, that if I part with it all…. or most of it…. I'll die… cause all these items somehow are the very thing that keeps me breathing? Like… a sort of protective bubble…. and if I burst it…. I'm done for….

Andy: …. he frowned softly doesn't sound stupid to me…. at all.

Kris: Yeah well…. it's definitely not saving my life holding onto this… I guess it's a lot like…. holding onto the cement block slowly dragging you to the bottom of the sea… expecting it to grand you oxigyn? his voice broke on the last words

Andy: hey he spoke in a warm caring tone and quickly stepped forwards, wrapping his arms around the shorter man It's alright he gently stroke Kris's back we all cling onto whatever tiny hope we can find….

Kris: He sniffled his nose, tears slowly streaming down on Andy's shirt I need help

Andy: I know…. he sighed soft ….. do you have a key to this room?

Kris: Mh… he nodded slowly, momentarily getting somewhat distracted by the scent of Andy suddenly creeping up his nostrils

Andy: How about we then simply grab the absolute most important right now, and get the fuck out of here? You can lock up the door, and we can come back in a couple days or a week or however long you need, to pick up the rest when we have found storage for it.

Kris: I can't let you pay storage for me he looked at Andy with teary eyes why are you willing to pay so much stuff for me?

Andy: He sighed deep and slow while he tried to carefully plan his words Kris…. I have more than enough money to last me a life time. Plus my husbands are pretty loaded as well… and some of their partners…. yeah… I'm not even gonna keep talking about money, cause it makes me uncomfortable and awkward… it's simply never an easy subject, but let's say I have more than I would ever need! So I like to help where I can… now I'm not the type to donate to organisations that gets from elsewhere… I much rather help the one that no one helps…. he one who has no one…. perhaps not even a hope left he gently stroke Kris's cheek let's just say I definitely know how it is to be in that position… being that far out that you're drowning in slowmotion…. repeatedly…. asking the chain around your leg for oxigyn he forced a soft smile

Kris: …. He sighed soft I'm a mess…. why do you-

Andy: So am I… he forced another soft smile and I've been lucky to find my own supporters… even if they often disagree with my life choices…. they're still there when I need them…. and now it's time for you to finally receive the support you both need and deserve….

Kris: He lowered his head onto Andy's shoulder, taking a deep sniff of him Why do you smell so safe?

Andy: He chuckled cheekily and amused it's just fucking hormones!

Kris: A soft chuckle burst out of him

Andy: I swear I kinda wanna fuck you in this dirty room… no judgement!

Kris: He bit his bottom lip and looked up at Andy then why don't you?

Andy: Mmhh he grinned wide, then grabbed Kris's chin, leaning in for a deep, greedy French kiss

Malou: Is it still hot?

Dalton: Hm? what? he lifted his head from her shoulder and looked up at her with tired eyes

Malou: She chuckled softly Did you fall asleep on my shoulder?

Dalton: No….. maybe? he snorted lightly I'm sorry he sat up more straight I'm a shitty company.

Malou: I think it's up to me to decide what kind of company I like, isn't it?

Dalton: …. he nodded lightly fair enough

Malou: She smiled warmly you wanna go to bed and get some sleep?

Dalton: Mhh he shook his head lightly, then yawned

Malou: You look like you need it she smiled soft

Dalton: I just need to lay down…

Malou: Here? she chuckled lightly, finding him incredibly cute

Dalton: Yeah? Is that alright? he pulled a sleepy cheeky grin and laid down on his back, observing her from half closed eyes

Malou: Hey hey she grabbed a towel from next to her on the couch and quickly grabbed his wet feet, wrapping them in the towel, gently rubbing them Don't soak the couch, or my lap for that matter she chuckled

Dalton: MmmmMMmMMmhhh he moaned deep and arched his back lightly

Malou: She looked at his feet surprised, assuming that had to be what had released the pleasurefull moan, since she wasn't currently touching him anywhere else. So she slowly unwrapped them enough for her to slip her hands into the fluffy towel, and grab his naked feet, starting to gently massage them

Dalton: Ohhhh!!! He moaned surprised and looked as if he was melting completely into the couch fuuuuuuck that's good!

Malou: She chuckled lightly, and shook her head don't wake up the whole neighbor hood with your moaning!

Dalton: Fuck em! he chuckled cheekily fuck em all!

Malou: She burst out a loud happy laughter, and a thought hit her, that this, this very moment, was the best Christmas she had ever had! Christmas with Dalton, had been more than worth waiting and working for.

[kathuku]

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA.

You know I never forgot one time,a kid from my school,who was also my friend,lost her jacket and somehow told the teacher that my jacket was hers.

I know, every person right now knows to simply defend themselves and say that the girl is lying But this girl was my friend I could not loose a friend.The teacher said that I should go,and give the girl 'her' jacket back.

When I went to my mother,and she was getting me ready,my mom and my aunt,who I loved because of what she gave me and forgot what also the words she said to me that never went away.That morning my mother helps me zip up my jacket.She tells me that I was a "Coiler"(a term used to refer to a coward or someone who lacks bravado to stick up to themselves).Like she knew how I felt,and that I needed help from my mother and instead I was just attacked.

I am 20 years right now and what she told me when I was five has stuck with me to date.The problem was not my "friend",it was me.It was my fault that I allowed this girl to take away my sweater.I was not taught how to stand up to myself.I was not taught what to do,but I always knew what not to do.

(I am balling my eyes out writing this tbh)

I never really deserved what I got but it's like I have built a wall against my parents for the longest time.And I did feel alone.But I got used to it.I did not tell any of my parents anything.Yes I had the first born independence.But every single time I had stuff to deal with or had to talk of a situation that needed me needing help I kept it to myself.

It's like I'm already grown up,but that one incident shifted my childhood.As minute as it was...I remember that till date.It makes me cry!Till now!!I don't even know how to deal with it,coz I feel like I should be done with it but it still sucks.It's something that I have not dealt with since I was young.And has had a ripple effect on how I handle things.

It is overwhelming!It is a lot .To know my inner child still grieves to date.And I have not helped her.But I want to.I wanna know how.And I will help her.But all in all,, let's say shadow work was good.It led me to my skeleton.

If you are an adult or young adult,just chill.Just take a break and know what has made you who you are do some shadow work and do your best to confront and heal the trauma.If you are a young parent.As bitter as you may be.Be careful who you let around your children.Make sure your counsel as you raise them,is up to par.Many souls and dreams die before they can even start living.Grow your child in love and in confidence.Its no doubt we have many teenagers and adults in therapy.The first question everytime."Tell me about yourself,how was your childhood".

We live somehow to make our inner child happy.Our inner child smiles and is alive in the presence of it's healing.Or it's thriving.In that case,money does not matter,looks don't matter.And it can get blinding too.Because with wounded inner children in all of us,we begin to think a little too emotionally.Easily manipulated,we fail yo see ourselves really.

I am alive so she can be alive too.

Make your child happy,let her feel loved and let her know love.Wounds never actually look like scars tbh!Heal!And get in touch with yourself.

~k~

[gaybosposts]

The Maybe Man Album Review

The fifth and most recent AJR album of this certainly unique band. But I’m gonna be honest. This is their best album to date. It still has mostly the same problems from every previous album, except it’s toned down. Let’s start… AJR fans, Beware of negativity.

1. Maybe Man

The lyrics are absolutely shit. They ain’t metaphors. And if they are, they’re very shit metaphors. But really, each part of this song is supposed to be referencing another song from this album. So if that is what this song is trying to do, then it raises it up for me a little. But the beat drop is the most memorable part of this song. This is definitely better than OK Overture. 3.5/10.

2. Touchy Feely Fool

The clapping is not as good as it thinks it sounds. Some of the lyrics feel random and I just don’t really feel with the song. But the lyrics “I’m better off a stick, I’m better off a stone. I’m better off a jerk, I’m better off alone. I’m better not feeling stress or feeling bliss. I won’t feel much, at least I won’t be feeling this.”. This is a good lyric, just not in a good song. 2/10.

3. Yes, I’m a Mess

This is on the same level as Touchy Feely Fool except, the lyrics are completely shit. No good lyrics at all. The beat is forgettable and I do not care for this one. Did you know that Jack (lead singer), is a mess with a S on his chest? Yeah… 1/10.

4. The Dumb Song

Finally, a decent song. The beat is nice and the lyrics for the most part don’t fuck it up too much. Except for one thing, if you are a full grown ass adult who doesn’t know how to work a microwave. You are dumb. Make your own lunch. 5/10.

5. Inertia

The song holds itself together until Jack pulls out the fucking horrible auto tune. I don’t like that part. But everything else about the song is good. 5/10.

6. Turning Out Pt. iii

I didn’t care for the previous two. I’m not going to care for this one. Except! There’s one lyric that basically says that if we were married at 85, the rest of us lives wouldn’t be sound so scary. Which at first I thought was a relatable line. Then I remembered that I don’t have to worry about that right now. So yeah… 1/10.

7. Hole in the Bottom of My Brain

The first half was good, then Jack started singing about how when you get money and be famous, the hole in your head goes away. Yeah, like I’ll ever be famous. So I might as well kms then if I have to be famous and get money to be happy. 1/10.

8. The DJ Is Crying for Help

The only good part of the song is the bridge. The rest is not good. The lyrics are not good. Everything (except the bridge) is terrible. 2/10.

9. I Won’t

This is as bad as the previous one. I’m not going to spend any more time on this song. 2/10.

10. Steve’s Going to London

May be my favourite song from the album. The beat is the best part of the whole song, the verses and choruses are really good too. But the only bad thing about this song is the bridge. The bridge kinda ruins the vibe of the song a bit. Like, you really think writing a song about an election in Tucson is a good idea? Also, yes, Kendrick is most definitely better than AJR without a doubt. Why I bring up the best rapper ever in a conversation about the worst band ever? Because he gets mentioned in the song! I enjoy most of this song. 6/10.

11. God Is Really Real

I don’t know how to talk about this song… I just wanna say, I hope the AJR brothers are doing okay. For more context, Their dad was terminally ill and had passed away July of last year. I only remembered just now that it’s nearly their dad’s birthday. Most of their songs are super fun and loud and a lot sounding. But this is the first time they genuinely made a down to earth song and sang about a serious topic. Is the song actually good? Sadly, no. But it’s fucking bone chilling to listen to the lyrics as this song was released before their dad passed away. I hope they are doing okay now. I’m not going to give a score for this one because I feel so conflicted about giving a very serious song like this a low score. So no score for this one.

12. 2085

This was more emotional than God Is Really Real. I’m sorry. I find that song more devastating than this song. Remember when I said Steve’s Going to London was my favourite off this album? Yeah, I think this one is my actual favourite. It’s super emotional and I’m so fucking surprised by this. I didn’t think an AJR song of all things would get me emotional. The lyrics on this are probably the best lyrics AJR has ever written. This song is also two songs. First song being 2085, and the second being Maybe Man Pt II. It’s so good. I love it. I’m giving this AJR’s first and probably only… 8/10.

Overall: As an album, this is average. But there’s no 0/10’s on this one. So I’m proud of them. I wouldn’t actually listen to the album from start to finish any time soon. But I would actually put one or two of these songs on a playlist. I wanted this to be the album where it would be their first 8/10 album. But no. It’s a 5/10.

And that’s it for all of the AJR albums from Living Room to The Maybe Man. If you were hurt by my opinions. Don’t be. If you like AJR, I’m happy for you. But these are my personal feelings and opinions on AJR as a whole. I don’t like their music. But if you do, good for you 😊. So if you have any questions for me or if you feel to correct me on anything, feel free to. I’m going to go back to sleep now. Goodnight, AJR fans and/or haters.

[percontaion-points]

Packless chapters 13 & 14

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Chapter 13

“Yes, I see on your transcript. And there were positive reports from all you coaches.”

Editors? Ha! Who are they?

Actually, now I’m kind of curious if this was self-published or not. 

Nope. Looks self-published. 

“You spoke to the coaches?” 

She nodded absently, her eyes still on the paper. “We speak to all of your teachers before admission.”

So they have all of the info about her, but not the fact that she’s not actually a wolf. Great. 

“I’m just not sure this is the right school for me. I mean, I appreciate the education. We never had fancy computers in my old school, and the free meals are a bonus.” 

The problem is that in order to actually benefit from the better education opportunity, Vail actually has to receive the education. 

Instead, she’s being put in classes intended for 12 year olds, rather than a girl who’s counting down the days until her graduation. 

“An Unclassified student can still go on to be an important contributor, Vail. The pack estates only employ insiders, so there are opportunities for all sorts of caregivers.”

Again, why do they even bother with the charade of giving these people an education? Why not hand them a toilet brush as soon as possible? You don’t need to know algebra or Shakespear to do that. 

“What about other staff positions? Accountants, or lawyers, or whoever mows the pack lawns?”

 “Well, those jobs are traditionally reserved for the male Unclassified, or the lower-ranking wolves.”

Is this a fucking joke? Do you know how long it takes to get through law school? And forget about passing the bar. 

And accountant classes are nothing to sneeze at, either. 

“Mrs. Greyson, I want to start the process of transferring back to my old school. If you need my foster father’s permission, I can get that for you.”

He’s the one who sent you there!

She took another sheet of paper from the file. This one was typed and it took me a moment to realize it was a contract. Not the one I was likely to earn after graduation, but one between the school and Driftwood Chance. In exchange for my two years tuition, Driftwood received a sum of ten thousand dollars and a place was provided for Darkness at the Agri-Science College near Mount Whitnor. I felt a surge of happiness for Darkness, before my gaze settled back on the dollar sum. “The school paid Driftwood to send me here?”

Jesus fucking Christ on a stick. That sounds super goddamned illegal. 

Either way, the only person I had to listen to was me.

Chapter 13 summary: Vail rushes back to her dorm, where she can’t stop thinking about what had happened. The entire thing seems bizarrely surreal to her.

After that night, time moves on a little bit. Despite the fact that she’s in baby classes, she’s grateful for them now, since it means that she doesn’t have to encounter Jasper anymore. She keeps her head down and keeps to herself. 

After a few days, she gets called into the counsellor's office. At her old school, the counsellor was basically the person who had to deal with all of the inbred GENERATIONAL TRAUMA of the kids who lived up in the mountain. 

Here, it seems that the role of the counsellor is more to keep the lower-ranking wolves in line. Because she’s all like “Your role will be to serve! If you’d grown up in the pack, you would have understood!” She asks about Vail’s biological parents, but Vail says that her mom died of cancer when she was four, and her dad died in a car crash. The counsellor seems to be of the opinion that Vail’s bio-dad was a wolf, and thinks that it’s odd that he would have been killed in such a way. And that he would have kept his wolf heritage from his child. 

The counsellor shows Vail that the school literally paid Driftwood a lot of money to buy her. Like she’s a goddamned used car or some shit. As this info sinks in, Vail realises that there’s literally only one person who’s going to look out for her: herself. 

Chapter 14

I’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, one moment determined to grab my backpack and run, and the next thinking of Driftwood, and what the Academy money would mean to him over the winter.

JFC girl. The man literally sold you for a life of luxury for himself. The guy doesn’t give a shit about you. Screw how he’s going to spend the rest of his life, when you’re literally being denied food. 

Even the guidance counsellor hadn’t really been interested in helping me. 

HIghlighting again how completely and utterly fucked up it was that this goddamned adult heard that this child was being brutally abused, and did nothing. 

Yet a 14 year old hears the plight of this 17 year old girl she doesn’t even know and wants to help. 

“So, you don’t want to be pack?” Her gaze was riveted on mine and I wondered why her eyes, which were a softer, deep blue than Jasper’s, seemed so much colder. “After everything the Arras Pack has done for you, inviting you to the Clan Caves, and looking out for you around the school. Are you’re rejecting our claim?” 

I don’t possibly know how anybody could possibly reject such a tantalising offer. /sarcasm

“Really?” I couldn’t help poking the beast a little. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Chapter 14 summary: The next morning, a freshman comes into the dud breakfast room, and introduces herself as Marnie. She’s obviously heard of Vail, because I guess people gossip as much as any other school. 

Marnie says that she has this project for her “scrapbooking” class, and that’s to interview Jasper. And also to find out what his favourite meal is, so that she can cook it for him in her cooking class. Which… wow. No words. 

Anyway, against her better judgement, Vail agrees to help her find Jasper so that Marnie can interview him. But that means actually having to come face to face with him. Which she hasn’t done since the night in the shower. 

However, once she has Jasper’s attention, she also has Pearl’s attention. Because that girl literally wouldn’t know how to keep her fat nose out of literally anything. She seems to be of the opinion that Vail is about ready to reject the pack and leave. And I don’t know why Vail doesn’t tell her as much. 

Eventually, Jasper agrees to meet up with the girls later. 

[wildcatofgreen]

Here is a fun one... HC+extra lives. ;)

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

"Dude, you know that's not real, right?

"Like, that's just some crappy rumor some jerkface made up a long time ago. Cats don't actually have nine lives. "Always hated bein' teased about this. Sure, it's cute the first couple times, but when someone tries 'ta throw you off'a buildin' 'cause you got ''nine lives'' or whatever, it kinda ruins the whole thing. "Ain't sayin' I wouldn't make the landin', I would! Just like, c'mon. We ain't invincible. We're the same as you guys! Just, a little cooler. 'Cause I can climb walls and stall my falls an' stuff."

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((actually, its funny you mention this! freedom planet 2 already has lore about extra lives. allow me to just

((ahem, and i quote

(("The first five senses are physical - sight, touch, hearing, taste and smell. The sixth and seventh senses transmit the first through space and time, respectively. "The sixth sense is what some would call telepathy. Few can truly master it, especially with technology acting as a substitute. "Have you ever been knocked out in battle and, upon waking, felt like you've already lived through future events? The seventh sense influences this feeling. "It is the perception that what we are experiencing now is a vision that an infinite number of past selves can learn from.

((and already there's a lot of interesting stuff here, dealing with past and future business and visions and even involving the five wu xing elements??? most notably water, if im reading into things correctly ((i dont wanna go on for too long here, going into how i think these two extra elements interact with the wu xing cycle and yada yada, so ill just go over who i think do and do not have a strong connection with this trait

((carol does not know what an element is. she is very obviously the weakest of the quadrio in this sense. she has next to no mental foundation to even begin to peer into the possible future, she kind of just does what she does and goes with the flow. there's nothing happening up there to make this vision stuff happen

((next is lilac, who probably gets these more often than carol [which is to say, zero times ten is still zero] but is also not too mentally sound for them to be helpful. she got the short end of the stick in fp1 and fp2 [i think. i havent finished her campaign yet]. she's still very obviously dealing with trauma and, this isnt even mentioning the baggage she carries from the scarves. however, because she doesnt try to hide it [much], like carol, she accepts it all more than her. this gives her much more leeway to access these visions but, like i said, its not gonna be much help. she is not as headstrong as carol, but is still very much just gonna boost in and ask questions later.

((then there's milla, who is an interesting case, for sure. i think she'd get these the most consistently out of the main trio, but for the opposite reasons of the other two. ((she's uh, kind of an airhead ((her problems dont weigh on her as much as they would with lilac and carol. she's grown a lot in this regard--adapting their carefree attitudes without the downsides [kinda] ((but because of this she's not wandering around aimlessly or stressing over her past crush. she's kind of just doing her potion stuff so she can help herself and her friends and make a living. with the money she makes selling potions she can, well, buy more ingredients for potions. not to mention that she has a very stable friend group [i mean stable in the ''theyll always be there'' sense not in the ''they are mentally sound'' sense. none of them are mentally sound] and is gaining more interests as she learns and grows. her talking to aaa a lot is giving her ideas about his mechanical stuff!!! she's got a science buddy!!!! a science buddy that also helps out with potions, sometimes ((i imagine whenever a potion literally blows up in her face, she'll get a vision about the next time it blew up in her face, and correct accordingly. saves her some time!

((and lastly is neera! she is extremely mentally sound, even despite all of the happenstance that happened in fp2. shit, she's the only one who has an active therapist--which is something she didn't always have, to be fair. she decided to start looking into therapy immediately after she got the regent job, because she knows how much stress itll put on her and isnt willing to fuck up and have a mental breakdown on the job. the magister himself made her the standing regent, to oversee the affairs of turning everything into a democracy, to rule the city-state, to make decisions on her own on how to better make shang tu/avalice a happy place to live. sure, she still has anger issues, and sure, she's not the most likeable person to be around ((but she's not one to want to fuck up. she's the most developed and sound, mentally anyway, of the quadrio. not to mention extremely knowledgeable on things like this. ((i like to imagine, however, that she doesnt get these visions from ''falling down'', rather, she gets them as ''anxiety induced nightmares''--that's what her therapist calls it. it doesnt happen too often, but everytime a big decision is coming up she'll probably get a vision detailing how her alt self fucked up big time and how she should probably not do that.

((all this is to say that uh

((i have a lot of thoughts and opinions on freedom planet 2 and its lore, i guess! ((extra lives are canon, technically! carol cant use them because her brain is too fucked.))

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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Tomato - Tomato (one-shot)

Synopsis: One is an international rock-star. The other is his loyal assistant. Both are complete morons in love. Also - she’s allergic to tomatoes, and it is important.

This started off as something completely else. hope you enjoy :D

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Assistant!Reader

Genre: fluff, minor angst

Warnings: two idiots pining for one another, swearing, mentions of allergies and EpiPens

Word count: 3492

Being an assistant to someone famous wasn’t all glamourous parties and wild nights out with celebrities. It was scheduling last minute flights and not sleeping for three days straight as you packed a million bags and then repacked because their stylist sent you knew pieces and the old ones no longer fit the aesthetic of the week.           It was also making sure that they were up by six AM with a hot coffee at their bedside ready to help them wake up as you lay out a detailed plan of the day down to the minute, while you yourself basically only had a two-hour nap because you had to finish off 568 handwritten notes to be sent out to each of the contacts in their phone. Or at least that’s what Y/N’s life was like being the personal assistant to none other than the modern-day prince of rock Harry Styles.            Said rockstar was actually still asleep when Y/N entered his room, ripping open the curtains and letting in the rising sun. He groaned, pulling up the bedsheets that’d ridden down his form during the night. “Not that I don’t like seeing your gorgeous face in the mornings….” he mumbled into the covers. “But I don’t like seeing your face in the mornings when they start at six bloody AM.”           Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes, rubbing them in an attempt to get rid of the sleep that still lingered in her own body. “You were the one that said you’re fine with seeing Lambert at eight for a fitting.”           “When did I say that?” Harry scoffed, only the top of his messy bedhead seen from the cocoon he’d built around himself.           “Would you like me to pull up the text messages, the calendar or the e-mails?”           Even with her back turned as she rummaged through his closet for him to put on some clothes, she could sense the middle finger he threw at her, and she smiled.           Despite everything, despite the zero sleep and stress always coursing through her veins, Y/N loved working for him. He treated her as a friend, not just some lackey he paid to, but most importantly, comparatively to the other people she’d worked for in the same line of business – he treated her as a human.           If something went over the deadline, Harry didn’t scream or yell at her and tell Y/N how incompetent she was, instead he asked what kind of help or assistance she needed to get the job done, or maybe if she just needed some time off to gather herself and look at the problem with fresh eyes.           “I hate how organised you are,” Harry groaned, finally throwing the covers off.           “If I wasn’t, you’d be in a ditch somewhere.”           She heard him scoff and two feet plop against the hardwood floor as he made his way towards her. “Is that how little faith you have in me?”           “You don’t even know what day it is!”           “Who does in these times?”           Y/N shrugged her shoulders and handed him a pair of boxers, some loose jeans, and a flowery Hawaiian shirt. “Are you telling me I’m wrong though?”           She looked over to her side, a smirk playing on her lips while he squinted his green eyes at her. “No, but it doesn’t mean I like getting called out, especially this early in the morning.”

          With a roll of her eyes and a shove at his shoulder for him to move to the bathroom, Y/N handed him the clothes, moving downstairs to start making him some light breakfast and get herself a cold glass of water.           You see, she’d been working as his assistant for close to two years, and they’d grown not only as people around one another, challenging their beliefs and world views, but as friends too. And, well, Y/N would be lying if the emotions hadn’t evolved from platonic to falling in love. Not that she’d ever admit it. He was an international sensation, and she was the girl who got him vegetarian croissants at the airport.           She dragged a hand down her face as she clicked the stove on and took out a carton of eggs from the fridge. Y/N knew how he liked his omelette to the T, mostly because when she’d spent the first night of quarantine with him a year prior right as the pandemic had started, Harry had wanted to do something nice because she couldn’t go and see her family any more, so he’d gotten up at seven to make breakfast for both of them. The only problem was, he hadn’t asked if she had any allergies, so as he added bits of tomatoes, parsley, cheese and scallions, Harry hadn’t expected Y/N’s eyes to go wide at the first bite as she dropped the fork.           “Harry…” Her tone had been cautious. “What’s in this?”           He was sweating. Was his cooking really that bad? He just wanted to do something nice and there he was screwing everything up. “ ‘S just some of my favourite things. I’m sorry I didn’t ask, I just thought you’d like it.”            “I do, but this tastes like it has tomatoes in it.”           He nodded. “Yeah. It does.”           Gently she smiled at him and pushed the plate a bit further away. “Could you grab me a coat, and if you have any – an EpiPen?”           “An Epi – oh shit!” When the realisation hit him, Harry was jumping out of his seat, running to one of the cupboards and rummaging through in a panic all the while apologies flew non-stop from his mouth.           Y/N in the meantime had gathered her purse and mask, making a call to the nearest hospital to explain the situation to which they responded they’d be waiting for her arrival.           “I’m so sorry!” Harry ran up to her, a first-aid kit in his shaking hands. “Please don’t die! I didn’t want to kill you, I promise! I just wanted to make you some breakfast cause you do so much for me, and now you’re stuck here, and – oh god,” he cried. “I’m going to be prosecuted for killing my assistant.”           She didn’t mean to, but the snort came out of her nose either way. “Harry.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Please calm down. I’m not going to die.”           “You’re allergic!”           “Yes, I am, but I only had a small bite. The ER is just a precaution.” Y/N took his palms in hers and squeezed them. “Now take a deep breath with me…” They did so, holding it for five seconds and letting it out for eight. “And calm down a bit. I’ll go give myself the shot, and then I’ll drive to the hospital.”           “Let me,” Harry begged. “Please, let me at least drive you to the emergency room. God, I almost killed you with an omelette, it’s the least I can do. I – I could also help you with the shot, I won’t hit an artery, I promise -”           “Harry, you’re barely coherent. Not to say anything, but you’d have a bigger chance of killing me in a car crash, than from that tomato.” Y/N gave him a smile. “I’m gonna be fine.”           With that, she left him to venture into the bathroom and did the unpleasant part of stabbing herself in the thigh to alleviate her body from the allergy symptoms. She sat there for around five minutes before she felt that the swelling of her tongue and itching in her throat was starting to subside, which meant the epinephrine was working.           “Okay,” she huffed, taking her purse from the couch where Harry had been sitting, hugging the accessory. “I’ll be back in probably around two hours. Do we need anything from the store?”           He shook his head. “Just come back home, please.”           Y/N would never admit how her heart thundered in her chest when Harry said to come back ‘home’. “I will.” She promised. “Don’t you worry. You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Styles. The money’s too good.” She winked at him and then left Harry pouting on the couch, but she couldn’t get through the door, before he jumped up, yelling, “wait! Do I need to get rid of every tomato in the house?”           “No,” she laughed. “I’m good to be around them. Even touch them. ‘S just my insides that don’t agree with it when they meet.”           “Okay.” He nodded, hands on his hips. “Alright. I’ll uh – I’ll be waiting. I’ll make you something else.”           “There’s no need for that, Harry.”           His eyes widened at her words. “I swear I’m not trying to murder you!”           “Oh my god,” she muttered shaking her head. “Just – just relax. Okay. I’ll send you hourly updates.”           He bit his lip. “Make it every ten minutes.”           “Harry –,”           “Please?” The way he was giving her puppy dog eyes melted her heart.           With an eye-roll, Y/N waved at him and promised to update her boss at every possible moment and confirm that he hadn’t, in fact, been the reason for her demise. Well, he was the reason for the demise of her low standards in men, having taken them and thrown them up to the Moon, but unless her feelings were miraculously requited or if one of the Marvel characters, she was obsessed with came to life, she’d have to stick to what was available. And in her mind, that wasn’t Harry.           “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled Y/N out of the memory, and she shook her head, adding salt and pepper to the beaten eggs.           She shrugged. “Just about that time a year ago where you secretly tried to off me because you were too nice to say you didn’t wanna quarantine together.”           The groan he let out was of royal embarrassment, and it put a wide smile on her face, as she took one of the forsaken fruits and started to chop the red ball into small pieces.           “You’ll never let me live it down, are you?”           Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Your failed murder attempt?” She snorted. “Of course not! It’s like you don’t watch the crime shows and murder documentaries when I have them on. You really haven’t learned anything.”           Harry stuck his tongue out at her and moved to her side, dropping some chives into the mix as well. “Well given how it wasn’t a murder attempt, I wouldn’t consider it a fail.”           Her hip bumped his, and only then did Y/N really give him a once-over. As always, he looked amazing in whatever was on his body, but what made him even cuter in her eyes was the sleepiness still lingering in him.           Harry’s movements were a little bit sluggish, eyes half-closed and small sighs passing his lips as he sipped onto the coffee she’d come to his place with. The shirt sat loosely on his body, the first two buttons left open while he’d tucked the bottom of it into the jeans, having found a Gucci belt and cinched it around his waist, giving it a more eighties look rather than the sixties vibe he usually had with his suits.           The brown hair was still messy and dishevelled, and Y/N could barely, just barely restrain herself from running her fingers through it, but what she didn’t know Harry was struggling just as much.           All he wanted to do was pull out the bottom lip Y/N had gotten in between her teeth and kiss her senseless, to have her fingers dig into his arms and leave crescent shaped imprints on his skin.           “So, uh…” He had to start a conversation otherwise his mouth would find itself on Y/N’s mouth in a second. “What’s Lambert got in his schedule? How many outfits is he thinking?”           “Two or three, I think,” she said, pouring the mixture on the pan and letting the slow sizzle erupt around them. “He’s got this one suit which I think you’ll really like – all leather, but it needs to be altered.”           Harry hummed, and for a second both of them relished in the domestic feel of it all. They’d had many moments like it before, especially during the spring and summer seasons of 2020, and Y/N couldn’t help but relish in her memories at them.           “Harry?” It was like her voice snapped him out from a trance. “Could you pass me a plate please?’           “Uh, yeah,” he stammered for a moment and then nodded, wordlessly going to a cupboard and taking out a white marbled plate. That single piece of kitchenware probably cost more than her life insurance, but it was definitely aesthetic if nothing else.           Silently Y/N plopped the omelette onto the plate, placing it on the kitchen counter and went to get him a fork, however when she turned around, he was facing her, chewing quite agressively on the inside of his cheek.           “You okay?” she asked, coming closer. “I can call Lambert, reschedule it for later. He wouldn’t be too happy about having to wake up and then – “           But Harry shook his head. “It’s not that.”           “Then what?”           He didn’t say anything. It was like he was trying to decipher the best course of action, and when he ultimately did, Y/N was pressed up against the counter, Harry’s forehead against hers with two ring-clad hands cupping her cheeks.           “Harry,” she breathed, out her lips brushing his making the air in her lungs hitch. “What are you doing?”           “Something I’ve been dying to do for a year now. If you let me that is.”           “I -,” The words were muddled up in her head. Of course, Y/N wanted him to kiss her, she wanted him to ravish every part of her body. The fantasies and dreams she’d had at night would be incriminating proof if her feelings were on trial, but despite it all, her brain was usually in charge and would overrule any decision made by her heart. “Harry, we can’t.” She whispered, voice breaking.           “I -,” Horror morphed onto his features as he took a step back. “Did I misread the signals? Did I do something you don’t wan –“           “No.” She grabbed onto his cheeks, trying to calm him down, his body practically melting into hers. “I do.” She didn’t need to explain what she meant. He understood. “So much it hurts me sometimes… but Harry, you’re my boss. My employer. It… it wouldn’t be right.”           “Why? How can it not be right, when it feels like the rightest thing in the world?”           “Because, Harry,” she huffed. “You’re my boss. And what’s worse – I love working for you!”           That made both of them laugh, the tone of her voice as if she was more annoyed than anything else. “ ‘Nd why’s that bad?” He nudged her nose with his. “I’d hope my employees like working with me. What kind of a person would I be if I thrived on them being miserable?”           “Because if I didn’t, quitting would be easy.” She raised her eyebrow at him. “And if I quit there’d be nothing stopping us from dating.”           Harry bit his lip, finger trailing along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing stopping us now either. There is no clause in your contract that says you can’t date people who you work for or with. Sarah’s with Mitch, and they’re the happiest they’ve ever been. They’re even having a baby…”           Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know. But that’s different. They’re on equal levels. You and I, however… I don’t want people to think I got my job because I slept with you, or some shit. It’s bad enough some already do so.”           His brows furrowed, and Y/N saw how his jaw clenched. “Who?”           “Strangers.” She shrugged. “I know you don’t look at comments like that online, but I see them. My DMs are filled with that. Gossip magazines. The point is – there are already unsubstantiated rumours about us. This would give them the confirmation they’d need.”           “How can it confirm something that’s not true?”           “There are still people who believe vaccines cause autism. Even when their ‘proof’ has been discredited and shown to be just complete bullshit, most don’t like to admit they’re wrong, so they’ll look for whatever tells them they’re right.”           Harry huffed throwing his head back to look at the ceiling. “So, where does that leave us? In love, but without being able to do anything about it? Because I can’t.” He shook his head. “I won’t be able to just pass you by without kissing you, or not pull you into the bed when you wake me up, or press you against the wall and not have my head between these two gorgeous legs.”           Y/N groaned slapping his chest and dropping her forehead against his peck. “That is so unfair. Why do you have to tease me like that!”           “Oh, sweetheart.” The rumble was deep and shot a wave of heat straight to her core. “This is no teasing.” The smirk on his face when she looked up at him was shit-eating. “Trust me, if I was teasing, you’d be begging for me.”           She’d imagined him between her thighs more times than it was appropriate considering he was her boss, but hot damn, did it feel amazing when his lips crashed onto hers, and she let him. In her dreams, his lips hadn’t been just pressed to her mouth but other places which were more south, but it was still one of the best feelings in the world.           The kiss left them both breathless, and grinning and satisfied, yet begging for more, teeth nipping at the soft flesh.           “I’ll put out an official statement, if you want,” Harry muttered against her mouth, unable to stop pecking her lips now that’d he’d gotten a taste. “But please, please, please… for both our sanities go out on a date with me.”           It seemed like Y/N was the one contemplating the best plan of action now when her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, pressing and unpressing her lips, as the swelling from the kiss grew. “Did you by any chance have a piece of that omelette already?” She had a suspicion it wasn’t just from the kiss.           His eyes widened, and then his head dropped to her shoulder. “Not again!”           Y/N rolled her eyes lifting his face by the chin so he would look at her. “How about EpiPen first?”           “Fair enough,” Harry grumbled unlatching himself from her and going for his keys and wallet, already preparing for the short drive they’d have to take. “But then a date?”           She raised her eyebrow, taking out the box Harry now kept under the sink with at least three EpiPen’s for emergencies. “In a hospital?”           “We could be going dumpster diving for all I care, and I’d count it as a date.”           Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to do so much better than that; you’ve almost put me in anaphylactic shock twice. Now come on.” She motioned with her head towards the bathroom. “Stab me and take me to the ER.”           “Fucking tomatoes,” Harry grumbled, taking her by the hand and not letting it go even for the short walk.           “Tomato-tomato, you’re the one that kissed me.”           “That I don’t regret.”           Y/N smiled, turning towards him, and taking him by the nape of his neck pulled Harry down for one more kiss, groaning at the feeling of his tongue dancing against hers.           “Y/N!” He pulled back with a gasp, shock on his face.           She just shrugged her shoulders. “We’re already going to see the doctors anyway.”           Harry pushed her shoulder and made her sit down onto the toilet. “Take your pants off before my kisses kill you.”           “Yes, daddy.” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows as Harry moaned, squeezing her calf.            His eyes were dark as he looked up at her. “Next time this happens, you’ll be begging me.”           Her wicked smile was so full of happiness he couldn’t help the one that grew on his face. “I’ll be keeping you to it. Now, dear sir.” She handed him the EpiPen. “Hit me with your best shot.”           And although it’d been now two times in their lives where Harry trying to do something good and make the other feel just as good had done pretty much the opposite, when they got to the emergency room, their smiles could be felt even under their masks           Harry watched with blushing cheeks as Y/N explained the situation to the nurse, especially when one of them threw him an unsavoury glance, eyebrow raised high as if saying ‘again? One time wasn’t enough?’.           “No more tomatoes.” He promised. “And also - it wasn’t on purpose!”           Y/N squeezed his palm, chuckling. She may not be able to give a shot at eating a tomato, but she sure as hell was going to give Harry one. After all, she had almost died for the man. Twice.

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A/N: I’m at work and I wanted to write a bit for my book, but hahahahahahaha I can’t stop procrastinating. Also, this was something comepletely else centered around Christmas, then New Year and the Valentines, but I just couldn’t and it morphed into this. Maybe this Holiday season when it rolls around I’ll post it :D

P.S. if anyone’s had a septoplasty (repositioning of the septum) - how was it? how painful is it? kinda starting my journey towards it cause apparently I can’t breathe out of my left nostril, but I’m kinda scared ngl. I’ve read some horror stories about having holes and pieces of the cartilage fall out afterwards :/// 

P.S.S. what did ya think? my tags are always open, just drop a message if you wanna be added :)

P.S.S.S please don’t plagiarise or repost my work on other platforms (wattpad, AO3 etc)

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Deeds For The Big Screen

I see writing as a form of creative artwork with everyone having its own liking or preference to it.

Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the given warnings or if you are a minor. 

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, proceed to read with care. Warnings have been up and mentioned, if I missed any please feel free to let me know. 

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, explicit language, sexwork, porn industry, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral receiving (f), swearing

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You’re taking power into your hands when your actors don’t seem to do their job and are wasting expensive production time.

Word count: 3006

 A/N: This might be a little rusty, I haven’t done this in a while, but some creators have inspired me to pick up writing again! Fairly new to Tumblr, despite having an account for years and having done zero with it. Apparently me dreaming about different story ideas has become a thing now. So bear with me here. As said; if I missed any warnings please feel free to let me know.

@punani​ ’s ‘The Fluffer’ was inspiration for the chosen work field. So thank you for writing that magnificent piece.

English is not my native language; my grammar mistakes are purely my own. Constructive criticism is allowed and appreciated, I won’t bite unless you’re being rude.

I do not consent to have my work copied, reposted or translated on any other platform. Reposts on any given platform have been reposted without my permission or consent. By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old!!!

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Deeds For The Big Screen

Irritation bubbling underneath your annoyed expression, your lips tightly pressed together. Fingernails tapping aggressively on the armrests of your director’s chair. Your legs crossed, bouncing with frustration at the sight in front of you. It seemed liked the actors onsite were on a mission to make everyone’s life on set hell. Your hands grabbing the armrests your knuckles white from the intense grip of the edges of your chair.

You were a visionaire, adultery was your passion, you had been in the business for year before starting your own company. Focusing on the female friendlier porn demand had paid of well for you, your company was your pride and you thrived on the success. You ran a tight ship, time was money and currently both actors were wasting every second of it. The current creative project was not being envisioned at all. It had been meticulously drawn out on a storyboard, it seemed like everything that had been discussed and rehearsed was thrown out the window.

You let out an annoyed huff, it had been hours on end anything between action and cut. Your million-dollar superstar was propped on his elbows towering over the fragile body underneath him. His hips franticly pumping in and out of the actress underneath him, who was clawing her nails into his skin desperately. Was he really the problem or was it the useless woman caged underneath him. Her super loud moans that probably could be heard at the other side of the world and the quantity of clawing at his skin.

 “CUT!!!” you yelled and everyone in the production stopped, heavy sighs heard across the studio. Your hands rubbed your face slightly not wanting to yell or lose control of the raging thoughts running through your mind.

“What’s wrong this time?” your most prized possession asked, the annoyance clearly dripping of his tone. He stood up facing you, his hands falling to his hips, sticking out his chest while his thick muscle stood proud against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but take in the sight, his cock was red and he was painfully hard. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to refocus on your thoughts.

“Alright let me make myself very clear here. The crew is TIRED and I am tired of fucking repeating myself” you took another deep breath as you felt anger rising “was I not clear enough when we had a table read yesterday and when we rehearsed this morning?” your eyes switching between the actors. No response “An answer would be nice, because that storyboard on the wall contains every movement of where body parts go during every fucking scene”

“Get the fuck out Y/N, you know storyboards only contains the major outlines of a grand story being told, it is different when you are pumping in and out of a body you know. You don’t always get to choose where a hand, leg or cock lands”

“Ari, we are in the god forsaken porn industry, that thick throbbing dick better end up in the fucking dripping vagina, between her lips or even in that nice and tight puckered hole” you could hear a few supressed snickers from the crew. Ari just kept staring you down “Right now all I see is stiffness, no passion, no fire and absolutely nothing that was on the fucking board or script”

“Whatever Y/N” Ari huffed, you rolled your eyes breaking the tension that was clearly building between you and Ari. You turned your gaze to Edie, who just sat there uncomfortably.

“Edie, can you just tone down on the moans, I know this is your first gig and a step up from the amateur adultery films you have done, but we are not in the cheap kind of porn. This is exclusive, sensual and soft sex. We make porn for the ladies and if it happens that men love it too so be it-” you clapped your hands together trying to get through to the actors in front of you “Also ease up on your facial expressions too they are just too much and stop clawing at Ari, we are not feral wolves in the outskirts of woodsy valley…” you pointed at her, the hostility evident in your voice, she just nodded your way she almost looked too scared to speak. Your attention turned to Ari, just by looking at him you knew he wouldn’t be able to take a lot more of your antics “-And for you mister, I need more open posture. We want to see those muscles work underneath that toned skin of yours. Flex them a little, you want the person watching this to drool from their mouths while their vaginas or arseholes are begging for your majestic cock. Yes, we can do this all rough and tough, but with this project we want fire, passion and mind-blowing sex. Understood?”

Both pornstars nodded your way and you sat back down in your chair. The actors taking their spots again, you raised your hand, cues being called across the room.

“ACTION!” Edie tried her utter best to contain her excessive sounds, but she looked like she was about to take a dump “CUT!”

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ari yelled, jumping of the small platform, grabbing his robe from the floor, storming your way while putting on his robe, you got off your chair.

“Is it really that hard to do what I am asking? Edie you look like you are about to take a dump right in front of the camera” you lost control of the anger that had been boiling inside of you. Ari bumped into you, almost knocking you down, it must have been on purpose as you could sense his anger “where the fuck do you think you are going?” he spun on his heels

“I have been edged for hours on end, I need some form of release and it looks like our director is not going to let us get any release for a few more hours” Ari spat your way

“GET BACK HERE!!” you definitely lost control, watching Ari on a mission to march out of the studio “ARI I SAID GET BACK HERE”

“I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING A DOG!!!”

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOP DOLLAR DOG, SO YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK BEFORE I FIRE YOU MYSELF” it was true, Ari was your million-dollar star, your company couldn’t have grown without him. He had been there from the beginning, you had him to thank for the success of your company and in return he had you to thank for his stardom.

Your words had made Ari stop in his tracks and turn around, the temperature in the room increasing quickly. You had started to doubt if the room had been that hot the entire time or if it was the arousal creeping through your veins caused by Ari’s deep angered gaze.

He charged your way his finger pointing at you and his mouth was moving, but your hearing seemed to have vanished. You contemplated if you should just show them what you meant or just call it a day. Things were getting heated and the crew was already exhausted enough. Your thoughts interrupted as your mouth started to speak.

“Do I really have to do everything around here?” you muttered under your breath “Edie get off the sunbed and put your robe on” she complied to your order, getting of the stage and putting on her silk robe. You took a moment to analyse your thought, to see if the voice inside your head would protest of what you were contemplating. Nothing came to mind, so instead you unbuttoned your sundress quickly before regretting your decision “Last attempt to film this guys, start rolling. Ari off with the robe, we start from the beginning. Edie take notes” you ordered around the room. Your sundress and underwear falling off your frame piling up next to your director’s chair.

“What are you doing baby girl?” Ari whispered in your ear as you walked backwards his hands holding your hips guiding you towards the double sunbed. His anger seemed to have disappeared and replaced with intrigue.

“Showing you what I want, but mostly taking what I need right now” you replied, he quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face in approval “Let’s give them the show they want”

“The show you want” Ari chuckled as he corrected you, before narrowing his eyes a little “The big boss in action, I like it…” Ari whispered as he took in your naked body “I like it a lit” His confident spoken words made you a little insecure, but you hid it well trying to hold your nerves together.

You climbed on the sunbed laying back, your eyes wandered over Ari’s toned chest, his cock aching, your pussy throbbing. You licked your lips and the muscles in your core tightened with the exciting thought of him filling you up to the brim in a matter of minutes, you being at his complete mercy.

“ACTION!” you yelled

Ari crawled on top of you, your hands roamed freely over his arms and chest, his lips crashing on yours briefly before moving on to your neck and your upper torso. Your hands finding their way onto his shoulders, caressing the bare skin. You arched your back at the delight feeling when he sucked on your nipples, a low moan left your lips. Ari’s hands cradling your frame as he peppered kisses further south.

Your eyes following him, he looked back at you through his long lashes as two of his fingers tease your entrance, running gently through your folds. One thing was for sure, you were hot and bothered, all because of the eye candy encaging you in his porn play. He dipped two fingers in your aching core and pumped three times before they stilled inside you. His face coming up to meet yours, his eyes darkened and stole another passionate driven kiss.

His fingers starting pumping you faster earning a few unexpected deep moans. Your lips parting, your lust blown eyes were completely taken by the current moment. Your mind completely forgetting everything was being recorded. Ari’s fingers left your soaking cunt as he lowered his head and settled himself between your legs.

His mouth sucked your clit, you took in a sharp breath. His tongue firmly stroked downward on your slit, enough pressure for a controlled yet obscene moan to escape you. His tongue entered your dripping hole before returning his attention back to your clit. Ari’s fingers rejected as your vaginal muscle had tightened from the attention your clit was receiving. His mouth eased off and he pushed his fingers inside you, your cunt accepting, sucking them in.

The pleasure was almost too much, your hands caressing your upper body finding your breasts. With a feathered touch you rubbed your index fingers over your nipples, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure. Your touch made your nipples erect, the sensation spreading like wildfire through your entire body. Ari increased his pace and your moans and whimpers became more frequent, but in a more wanting and loving way.

Your back started to arch up and you were about to cum, when Ari stopped all his actions. Your eyes shot fully open to protest, but he shushed you by placing two of his fingers in your mouth allowing you a moment to taste yourself before retracting them. You watched him pump his hard cock with his hand, before he gripped your hips as his member slowly pushes down in your sopping cunt.

“Big enough for you princess” Ari grunted as he pushed fully into you.

“Y-Yes” the response was short and simple, your brain not functioning anymore when the pleasure had taken over from the thoughts. His tempo made your eyes roll backwards, your hips meeting his rhythm as he held a firm grasp on your hips helping and guiding you up and down on him. Without warning Ari stopped and flipped you over. A fistful of hair grabbed pulling you back, his grasp wasn’t harsh and only intensified your lustful awakening.

His left arm snaking around your waist finding your right boob, giving it a sinful squeeze, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He held your back close to his chest while his lips sucked pleasure marks on your neck and breathing heavily into your ear, whispering nothing but obscenities to you. Your arms lifted up and your hands fisted his hair, your fingernails scraping his scalp a little. He growled in your ear, you repeated your actions and he gave your hip a single firm squeeze.

His cock slowly being dragged in and out of you, your walls coating his thick veined cock. The squelching noises pulled from the juices being pulled from between your legs. Ari’s hands running freely over your skin setting it on fire. You felt fucked out and your orgasm was building rapidly. 

Ari must have felt it as his hips started bucking up into you even faster, making is his mission to finish you. Your moans of sin becoming frequent again, Ari’s wandering hand slid in between your folds, rubbing your clit gently, pushing you even closer to the edge. One of your hands held onto his wrist holding it in the pleasurable place whilst the other placed on the nape of his neck, fingers gripping the hairs at the bottom.

Your orgasm washed over you as Ari let you ride out your high before pulling you off, laying you flat on the double sunbed. As you tried to calm your breathing he straddled you underneath him, pumping his member faster. The white strings of sin faltering out of his cock, you leaned up on your elbows and opened your mouth while he decorated your face and chest. 

Licking your lips with his salty cum, you swallowed and stared back at Ari who seemed to enjoy the fucked out sight in front of him. When he had finished squirting his load on you, he cradled your head in his large hands, his thumbs running over your lips before leaning in to steal one last fiery kiss. You separated from the kiss and kept staring each other in the eyes for what felt like hours.

“Happy boss?” Ari questioned still holding your head gently as you nodded your head

“CUT!” you yelled, Ari climbed off of you and helped you up.

“WOW, that was amazing” Edie clapped being stunned by the scene that just had taken place.

“Thanks, hopefully a great lesson for you on what to do next time” you spoke, she smiled widely back at you when you walked towards your chair, picking up your clothes from the floor “Well done everyone, I think we all need a break and we’ll continue with fresh eyes tomorrow” a relieved cheer was heard “I’m off to have a shower, since I have become a Picasso art piece” you started walking towards the dressing room

“Worth millions” Ari spoke after you, you raised your middle finger at him without looking back at him. His loud laughter filled the room.

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You walked out of the building, rolling your eyes at Ari as he leaned against your car, one leg propped up on the tire, his arms folded and a cocky grin beaming back at you.

“There she is, my million dollar star” Ari clapped his hands before raising up his arms slightly and bowing down “I bless the ground you walk on peaches”

“Oh shut it Ari” you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling underneath your skin. It was ridiculous, but you felt a little insecure “Hopefully good enough for what I want to get done” you continued walking towards the car, halting in front of Ari. 

“Hopefully?” Ari raised an eyebrow “Peaches you were wonderful, you are in my top 3 ‘the best fucking sex I ever had’ so I guess for a retired pornstar you still possess your magic” you shoved him a little and his head fell back letting out a laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, I liked it a lot” his hands found their way on your waist pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Ari, but can you move out of the way, I want to go home, I am little worn out” “Must be because of my majestic cock” he laughed

“Don’t flatter yourself, it doesn’t suit you” you giggled “Why are you still here, I thought you left a while ago”

“Couldn’t stay away from you peaches, since you performed so well today” Ari wiggled his eyebrows

“Had to show you guys somehow, you were costing me a fortune” you pointed out, opening the car door, tossing your bag on the backseat.

“Would it make a difference if it was done on purpose?” Ari questioned, climbing into the driver’s seat. Your mouth had fallen open from the shock and your brain scrambled for words and phrases to throw Ari’s way. You opened the door on the passenger’s side and got into the seat.

“Are you telling me you put on an entire show so you could get your dick wet on the clock?”

“Had to fuck the brat right out of you somehow” his cocky grin beamed back at you. You knew he was taunting you if it wasn’t for his sunglasses shielding his eyes “You have always been such a perfectionist, so I knew you would fall for my well thought out trap”

“Well next time ask me to eat a snickers instead” you rolled your eyes as Ari started the car.

“Might need another round of fucking the brat out of you peaches” Ari grabbed your hand, pulling the intertwined hold to his lips and placing a kiss on top. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of how intense your fuck session had been and what kind of ways you both would fuck one another later.

YIKES, that was a true adventure!!!

[nocturnal-dreams]

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Pairing: Karl Jacobs x F! Reader (although I guess also GN neutral works, maybe just an AFAB reader)

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Note: Drug dealer Karl pog?

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'Be there at 10'

You rolled your eyes reading over the text from Garrett, of course, he couldn't risk his perfect reputation to do his own dirty work. Feeling the eyes roaming across your body made your skin squirm, you knew your outfit was rather revealing, your shirt making your cleavage pop out making multiple drunk men keep their eyes on you or rather your cleavage. You knew you'd have a word with Garrett later about it although you know he most likely wouldn't have cared.

You weren't sure why you were still dating Garrett, I mean he was a dick. You guessed you just stayed with him for this long because of his money, he had a house and a stable income that allowed you to live very comfortably, or at least as comfortable as you could get.

This wasn't your first time buying drugs for Garrett, he always gave you the money and a small description of the dealer's looks and location. He couldn't risk his perfect rep being ruined by someone finding out about his drug usage so he decided to risk yours. Garrett was waiting just outside in the car for you to finish the deal, the only problem was you were having a hard time finding the dealer.

Your eyes scanned the room of drunk individuals till they landed on someone. A guy was walking down the stairs as your eyes followed the handsome stranger. He was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with yellow plodded jeans, multiple rings on his fingers which had the nails painted black. His hair was a light brown, almost like a mop on his head but it suited him, unlike most men you had seen with the style. As you stared longer, you saw him turn towards you, catching your gaze in his steel-grey eyes. He was coming near you as you tried to look away, trying to lose yourself in the crowd but you already felt his hand around your arm.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone; average height, kind of greyish black hair, round glasses, might be wearing some kind of ugly button-up shirt," the handsome stranger had said as you stared at him, he had to be referring to Garrett. This stranger did match Garrett's description of the dealer, he looked too nice to be a drug dealer though.

"Do you happen to be Jacobs?" you questioned, you just wanted to make sure that this was the right guy before you went and spilled your reason for being here on a complete stranger.

“Just call me Karl, so you know Garrett?” Karl had said, you didn’t want to stay around him much longer than you needed too. Not that you were scared of him, actually the opposite, he made you feel safe, it's just you didn’t want Garrett to get impatient.

“Garrett sent me, do you have my stuff?” you tried to hold yourself, you didn’t want to seem vulnerable, that was the biggest thing that Garrett was annoyed about. He didn’t want you to seem weak when he would send you on his drug pick-ups.

“Garrett couldn’t even come to his own deal,” Karl laughed, it was a cute laugh, a lot better than Garrett’s rare rough chuckle that you disliked, if you had to be honest, everything about Garrett you disliked. If it wasn’t for his bank account and house, you would have left a long time ago. Karl looked you over, his eyes roaming over your body wasn’t very different from the crowd but it also felt different, “so what’s someone like you buying stuff like this?”

“And who are you to ask what I buy? Aren’t you just doing this to get paid?” you were growing tired of Karl since he was wasting your time, it wouldn’t be long until Garrett would be coming into the party yelling at you for taking too long.

“Well I could always just refuse to sell it to you,” Karl asked again, “so why are you buying this stuff? You’re wearing only what I can describe as little miss sunshine to a party, you don’t buy drugs.”

“It’s for my boyfriend, now gimme!” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I’m not giving this to you, Garrett can come out here and buy it himself. You know my friend Chris mentioned someone being here instead of Garrett, just didn’t think it’d be someone as beautiful as you,” Karl looked away from you towards the crowd, leaning on the rail looking down at the party, “but till Mr Dogwater gets here, I’m not leaving you, I can’t tell how many guys I’ve seen just eyeing you like meat since you got here. It’s honking disgusting. Perves.”

You hide the smile on your face from his own censorship, “it’s how it always is. It’s how I live.”

“That shouldn’t be how life is, it's sad. Guys should learn to keep crap to themselves,” Karl sighed.

You glanced at him, his eyes looking at the crowd of people dancing and drunkenly talking to themselves. You were disappointed in yourself for feeling so safe around someone you just met, this was what exactly Garrett was bitching to you about two hours ago.

“I’m Y/N,” you finally decided to introduce yourself, it was only fair.

“Do you always pick up for Garrett?” you nodded in response to Karl’s question then realized he wasn’t looking at you.

“Yeah. He says that he can’t be seen around people like-well-like you.” You gestured towards Karl, him looking at you out the corner of his eye.

“Drug dealers? He can’t be seen with drug dealers but is willing to risk your safety and reputation to be around me? Put you in danger? You know drug dealers are dangerous right?” he looked at you.

“So you’re saying you’re dangerous?” you laughed through the pain his question brought, you knew at this point the relationship between you and Garrett, you were just his drug camel and something for him to stick his dick in when he got bored.

“I’m not dangerous,” Karl shook his head.

You were about to reply when Garrett came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his chest, his eyes narrowing on Karl as Garrett’s grasp on you tightened, almost bruising. “Hey babe,” you had been too wrapped up in your conversation with Karl to even notice Garrett enter the party, “who’s this twink?”

You tried to hide how uncomfortable you had grown when Garrett’s hands left your waist and grabbed your ass, “uh Karl… he has your uh- you know?”

You heard Garrett sigh before he leaned into your ear, making it hard for Karl to hear with the music as Garrett whispered angrily, “why couldn’t you fucking get it? You know I can’t be seen around people like him, let alone his twink ass.”

Karl glared, able to read Garrett’s lips. Karl pushed himself off of the rail, his arms being crossed across his chest, “I wouldn’t allow them. If its not for them then I can’t give it to them.” Karl said loudly as Garrett told him to shut up, “listen if you want the stuff then you gotta get it yourself, Jimmy’s rules.”

A few people started to stare at the scene, Garrett’s jaw clenching as his grip on your arm tightened, “come on, I can get it from somewhere else.”

“Can’t we just go home, I don’t want to go anywhere else, I’m tired,” you spoke quietly, trying to hold back your protests to tell Garrett to lighten his hold on your arm which was starting to hurt from his painful grip.

“Y/N we can go home when I find someone else to get my supply from,” Garrett’s grip only tightened.

“Dude she wants to go home, take her home,” Karl chimed in, his voice no longer the cheering tone but rather low and pissed off, “they have a fucking say and you’re being hella rude. They want to go home. Take them home now.”

“Dude whatever. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me or no?” Garrett looked down at you. You couldn’t form any kind of words on your tongue as you started to back away towards Karl, shaking your head. Garrett’s jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we’re done, bitch!”

Your boyfriend or rather now ex-boyfriend started to walk away down the stairs. Karl’s jaw clenched and and turned Garrett around on the stairs and clocked him right in the jaw, sending Garrett stumbling down the last few steps. You put your hand over your mouth holding back the slightest laugh. Garrett had stood up and went to punch Karl but Karl pulled up his shirt slightly over his belt and flashed something that sent Garrett running out.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused on what just happened as Karl came back up the stairs to where you were standing as you thanked him. Karl shrugged, “no problem, here let me take you home with me.” He said as you bit your lip.

Sure you didn’t know Karl well but you trusted him better than you ever did Garrett. “Alright, let’s go,” you smiled as Karl smiled back. You walked out with Karl behind you leading you over to his car. People would look at the two of you cause of what happened but one glance from Karl made them turn away. You felt safe with Karl, something you never felt with Garrett.

Karl drove you to his home, allowing you to borrow some of his clothes and sleep on his bed after you asked him for number allowing you two to keep in contact. You told him goodnight as you got into his bed, him leaving to his living room as you fell asleep happy for once.

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