#but in like . a really stupid and silly way

[reidrum]

countertops | c.k.

A/N: superman (2025) brainrot has consumed me so here is this. i love that silly nerd

summary: in which the kitchen counter is used for eating

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, fem!reader, prn no plot, munch!clark, fingering, praise kink, clark is down bad

wc: 1.3k *smacks the back* this baby only has smut

Clark breathes his entire body into you as his hands roam the spanse of your back, holding you steady against him while his lips take solace in every crevice of your face. He’s placed you on the kitchen counter—his favorite place to keep you to compensate for your differed heights, but also because it keeps you in one place. You could move if you wanted to, he’d let you instantly. But he knows you won’t, not when he drinks you in like a fine wine and handles you with the care of a glass necked bottle.

Your moans and breathless whines only spur him on to press against your body, rolling his hips in a dire effort to become one with yours. The length of him presses and goes in a single brush, with your own hips trailing desperately after to meet again.

“Clark,” you breathe, “need more.”

“Yeah? What more?” he mumbles, lips marking a path down your neck.”

“You know what.”

“Hm, gonna have to be more specific about that, honey.”

You whine, “Don’t be a little shit.”

He nips at your shoulder as you let out a yelp, “Such dirty language, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No, I’d like to kiss you with this mouth. But I’d like your mouth to do other things. Amongst that.

“Very bold,” he teases, “didn’t know three months would make you this demanding.”

“Lotta things you don’t know about me, Kent.”

“Not yet, but I will.” he kisses you soundly on the lips, letting himself linger to you for as long as he can. Which arguably, is a long time, but for as long as he can really means for as long as you can. “Now be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

“Clark,”

“What? Communication is good, you can’t get all shy on me now. I have heat ray vision, I can’t read minds.”

You mumble something incoherent into his neck, you hope there’s some superpower of his that can pick up on it.

“What was that?”

Darn.

“I said, I want you to…” you trail off.

He sucks hard on a particular spot, “To…?”

You moan loudly, “Jesus, will you go down on me? Please?”

A shit eating grin splits his stupid face, you can feel every line against your skin. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it darling?”

You don’t get a chance to speak your witty comeback when you feel his fingers trace over the center outline of your trousers, silencing any and all thoughts that aren’t Clark Kent. He applies more pressure as he trails a heavy finger up and down your core.

A languish moan leaves you, “Clark, please.”

“Shh, i got ya,” he coos, “just relax.”

He deftly undoes your buttons and effortlessly lifts you with one hand while he helps you tug both your trousers and panties down. His lips find yours again and your hands snake around his shoulders to pull him even closer to you. Your fingers tangle in his hair and knot in the strands, pulling upwards in that way that you know really riles him up for you. Evidenced by immediately after said action as he detaches from the kiss and abruptly drags you to the ledge of the kitchen counter, only anchored to it by your ass that Clark is so sad he can’t handfully grab.

Sloppy kisses trail down your neck and into your chest, making no efforts to stop anywhere but his intended destination. Clark’s large hands hold your hips down to the counter as he finally sinks to his knees before you, looking up between your parted legs with a face so wrecked you hope he puts himself out of misery soon for his sake. And yours.

His height even at his kneeled position puts him at the perfect angle at eye level with where he needs to be. Clark has always been grateful for his gifts, entirely more so for his heightened olfactory senses that allow him the divinity to indulge in the scent of you and how that much closer to the Gods he feels on his knees before you like a devoted follower.

And like a devoted follower, he will go wherever the divine tells him he is destined for. And right now, that is between your legs.

Clark leans in slowly, never breaking eye contact with you as he approaches your core. His tongue flattens against you in one swift and intentional movement, the warmth of it all flooding your senses and making your eyes roll back into your head.

“Fuck,” you whine.

His tongue licks a long stripe from bottom to top slowly, letting it circle around the bundle of nerves practically begging for his attention. He doesn’t speed up—only practiced, achingly teasing, strokes that have you seeing stars.

You tangle your fingers in his hair again, in hopes it’ll spur him on enough to move faster. But Clark is a patient man, a tempted one for sure by the way his hands grip down on the top of your ass where he’s holding you, but patient nonetheless.

He dips his tongue between your folds and travels down to your opening, prodding inside and then moving back up to your clit. Clark repeats that set of actions for too long of a time to count, long enough to send you into delirium, long enough to know that you would slide off the counter like jello at any moment if he were to let go, and long enough to have you teetering on the edge of bliss torturously.

You’re not sure when he decides to finally take mercy on you, but he speeds up his ministrations and graciously inserts a finger to your core. Two for good measure.

You tighten your grip on his head, “Clark, oh my god.”

He moans shamelessly into your core, like he’s enjoying this more for his own sake than yours—he is, in case there was any room for doubt. He drinks you in like a thirsted man who just discovered an oasis, his fingers rhythmically moving in and out of you. You clench down on his fingers hard when they hit a sensitive spot within you, his name rolling off your tongue in sacred mantras.

Clark releases from you momentarily, his fingers never stopping their pace. “Close, baby?”

And god, you wish you had some sort of photographic memory or way to immortalize this moment forever. Because the vision of Clark Kent on his knees for you—looking devastatingly wrecked at how even a second away from you is wounding him, covered in you—is one you truly wish you could keep for the rest of your life.

“Y—Yeah, I’m close.” you whimper.

He dives back into you with a mission, stopping at nothing to get you there. You writhe in his arms and he exerts little to no effort at holding you steady as he continues his attack (lovingly) on you. His fingers speed up ever so slightly, curling upwards to hit that spot in you that brings you right to the brink.

“Come for me, honey.” he mumbles into your cunt, burying his face in you as much as he possibly can.

Your peak hits you all at once, loud and crashing into every atom of your being and immediately ceasing into complete bliss and quiet as Clark gently works you through your high. His fingers finally slow their pace and he continues lapping at you until the overstimulation gets to you and you forcibly push his head away.

Clark sits on the floor while you’re still up on the counter, legs slightly bent while he rests an elbow on one knee. The other arm comes up and drags across his glistening mouth, effectively wiping away all traces of you onto his dress shirt sleeve.

You pant heavily, “Jesus,”

“What?”

“You’re really hot.” you blurt out, blame the post orgasmic endorphins for your lack of filter.

He smiles like an idiot, “Yeah? How hot?”

You hop off the counter and land straddling his lap, “I can show you?”

He rises to his feet and picks you up on the way up, “I think that’s a good idea.”

[formulafanfics13]

Hello!! First of all, I found your account by accident scrolling in the lando tag and I'm obsessed!!!!! Love the way you write🫶🏻

I just read the older fic (loved it) and I thought if you can make one but the opposite where the reader is younger like 20 or something and people think that is controversial so she gets overwhelmed but lando is down bad, so he reassure her, you can add smut if you want, please and thank u 😚

Its not about what they say, its about what i chose - LN4🔥

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summary: at twenty, you're grown — you know who you are, what you want, and most of all, who you want. but the public doesn't care. to them, you're too young for someone like lando. a child playing at love. and the comments start to get under your skin. until lando finds you spiraling — and decides it's time to remind you just how loved, seen, and owned you really are.

warnings: age gap (reader 20, lando 25), social media backlash, insecurity, soft dom!lando, emotional reassurance, explicit sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink hints, possessive language, praise kink, crying during sex (emotional), very down bad lando

At first, you laughed it off. The comments. The DMs. The way people spat your age like a slur. "She's a baby." "She's not even legal in the US." "He's a man. She's a child." "What does a 25-year-old want with a 20-year-old?" "She's a phase. A rebound. He'll leave."

You knew it wasn't true. You knew. Lando had been yours since the second week. When he let you wear his hoodie to the Monaco grocery store and didn't even flinch when fans took pictures. When he drove you along the coastline and sang Taylor Swift at full volume without shame. When he kissed you like the world could burn if you asked.

But lately... it had started to stick.

You turned 20 and it felt like everyone turned on you. The media. Twitter. The WAGs. They didn't say it outright. But they looked. And when one of them leaned over at dinner and said, "I mean, you're only just out of your teens, right?" with a smile that wasn't a smile, you went quiet for the rest of the night.

You didn't tell Lando. Not at first. But he noticed. Of course he noticed.

You weren't touching him as much in public. You stayed behind during media walks. You stopped posting silly little videos of him dancing like a dork in his socks.

He knew the signs. He just didn't know why. Not until he found you on the balcony that night, phone in hand, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling.

You didn't hear him come out. But you heard his voice. "What are you reading?"

You jumped.

He was already there. Barefoot. Shirtless. Hair a mess.

You tried to smile. "Nothing."

He walked over. Took your phone. Scanned it. His jaw clenched. "Oh," he said quietly. "This bullshit again."

You looked down. "It's fine."

"No it's not."

You shrugged. "I'm not a kid," you said. "But that's all they see."

"They don't matter."

"But they make you look-" You swallowed. "Like a predator."

He turned your face to his, thumb under your chin.

"I chose you," he said, voice calm. "Not despite your age. Because of who you are. Because you make me laugh. Because you're smarter than most people I've ever met. Because you're mine."

You blinked.

"I love how excited you get when you talk about stupid shows. I love how chaotic your playlists are. I love how you call me old when I complain about my back. I love that you're twenty and already more grounded than half the people I know."

You looked away. "They don't care about any of that."

"No," he said. "But I do." Then he leaned in. Kissed you. Slow. Full. "You think you're too young?" he whispered. "Let me show you how fucking wrong they are."

He carried you inside. Didn't throw you down. Didn't strip you fast. Just kissed you until your knees gave out, then laid you on the bed like something holy.

"You're mine," he said, sliding your shorts down. "Say it."

"Yours."

"You're old enough to want this, right?"

"Yes."

"To beg for it?"

"Yes."

"To take it like a good girl?"

"Yes."

He kissed your thighs. Licked up your slit like he was tasting something sacred. "You're so wet," he muttered. "Is that 'cause of me?"

You nodded.

"Say it."

"It's you," you gasped. "It's always you."

He moaned into your cunt. Fingers curling inside you. Tongue circling your clit. He didn't stop until you came, shaking, legs clamped around his head.

He pulled back, wiped his mouth, and said, "You're not too young. You're perfect."

Then he slid inside. You cried out, not from pain. From relief. He fucked you slow. Deep. Worshipful. Every thrust a full-body confession.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "You hear me? I'm gonna put a ring on your finger and fuck a baby into you when you're ready and no one's opinion will fucking matter."

You choked. "Lando-"

He pressed a hand to your stomach. "Feel that? That's how deep I am. That's how much I want you."

You came again. Harder this time. Tears slipping down your cheeks. He kissed them away. Whispered, "good girl, that's it, I've got you."

When he finally came, it was with a moan of your name like a prayer. His face buried in your neck. His body shaking.

Later, when you were curled into his chest, he kissed your forehead and whispered, "They don't know you."

You didn't reply.

"You're everything I want. Exactly how you are."

You looked up. "Even at twenty?"

He smiled. "Especially at twenty."

[kokii-omii]

My Twst OCs as A Romantic Partner

very silly stuff for this round

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Maddex Hatcliff

i hope you're ready for a 24/7 party clown cuz thats what you signed up for if Maddie is your significant other

he'd be such a fun partner to have, you'll never be bored around him cuz he's always got something going on

he'd be the type to perform closeup magic on you like card tricks n stuff

he'll make sure you guys match, it can be anything from matching hats to bracelets to bowties or hairclips

very clingy

and really dramatic and i mean REALLY

petnames, lots of petnames

he'd call you stuff like : my dear, my darling, my sugar cube, etc lots of petnames starting with "my"

is not scared of pda , pda is scared of hin

will give you an at home fancy dinner date he set up himself to charm you

very affectionate, will smooch , will hug , will hold hands and frolic in the fields with his partner

Krohn Luteus

you lucked out cuz now you're getting home cooked meals for the rest of your life

he's such a joy to be around that his whimsy is contagious

you are his taste tester for his cooking, you get a say in everything cuz Krohn always wants your opinion

also extremely affectionate

will bear hug you and twirl you around like a princess

his hugs are so warm honestly, so soft even with all that muscle

yk those things where they sit on their partner's back while like they do pushups or something, yeah he'd do that with his partner

you gotta be the smart one in this relationship because there's no way its gonna be him

is also not afraid of pda cuz he's just so full of love

his pet names for his partner would be : honey , bun , sweetie, any food related term of endearment

Viridis Ashengrotto

i already said the rest in the last post but im just gonna say what i didn't add

not a fan of pda , actually not even a fan of just the a

public display of affection? more like public display of awkwardness

seriously he'd be such an awkward boyfriend, cant even hold hands with him in public

he cant be mean to you like how he's mean to everyone cuz he likes you

but in private you're his muse, he'll have so many portraits sitting in his studio and in his sketchbook

you gotta be the one to initiate affection cuz his ass doesn't know what the hell he's doing

he wouldn't have petnames cuz he likes calling you by your name

Leo Kerdo

tsundere

"its not like i like you!" type shit with him

not a fan of pda either, will pull a fighting stance if you try to smooch him in public even if its on the cheek

he doesn't mind if its in private tho, but will be a bit moody cuz that's just his default

being his partner is like one of those old married couples who bicker affectionately

you gotta be the one to plan dates cuz he doesn't know what he's doing (he'll be paying tho)

lovesss showing off his merform to his partner (egotistical fish)

possessive

his pet names are insults said affectionately like : dolt , brat, stupid, idiot but all said lovingly,

Alfred Manta

out of all the options, Alfred is your choice? okay its your funeral

you gotta be crazy if you're Alfred's partner, and thats a requirement

he doesn't mind pda, and will happily indulge his partner

will try to play tricks on you, its just inevitable, you signed up for this

will either take you to fancy dates or a dark forest to look for rodent bones there's no in between

you WILL have to go to cat cafes for this man you are not allowed to say no

he's almost always wearing gloves and if you ask him to take off the gloves to hold hands he'll jokingly call you bold for being so scandalous

lets you play with his hair

also possessive

his pet names are: dearest, darling, love , sweetheart, any type of fancy yee old term of endearment

Reese Manta

i also said the rest in the previous post but once again I'll say the ones i didn't say here

is fine with pda as well, hold hands smooching etc

he's the type of guy to randomly pinch you or even sniff you a lot if he likes your soap

he'll let you style his hair if you want, and will wear it for the rest of the day

again he's very fidgety, so he's gonna use you as his own personal fidget toy

doesn't have petnames cuz he doesn't even talk 😭 but will let you give him whatever ridiculous pet name you come up with

really possessive

Razi Umbra

he's the type of guy to not even realize that you guys are dating, he's just too locked in i fear

will give you pretty flowers he finds while he was out foraging for mushrooms and other things

will make sweet treats for you with whatever he has on hand

you're also on Razi watch duty because he will not stop his shenanigans even if you guys are dating

not really a fan of pda but won't stop you

he's also a bit dense and aloof so bear with him, that's how he is

low maintenance bf right here, you don't need to give him much, being there is enough for him

will let you do his hair and play with it if he's not doing anything currently

not really a fan of pet names so he just calls your name

Ezmond Morado

high maintenance diva right here

he's not allowed in the kitchen so i fear you gotta be the cook in this relationship

hatesss pda , doesn't mind in private tho he will have an attitude

Will take you to the finest places he can if you guys go out on a date

will make clothes for you and especially make ones that match with him

sorry but he's not letting you touch his hair, nobody's allowed to touch his silky smooth hair even if you're partners

Will do anything in his power to help you if you're ever in trouble

doesn't really do pet names so he just calls your name

Pan Nikos

loser gamer bf who is low key buff

WILL make you guys cosplay couples together

the type of guy to prefarm all the things you need in game so you don't have to suffer and go through the horrors just so you can co-op with him

lets you wear his main headphones

doesn't mind pda but honestly prefers to be affectionate in private

forehead kisses, he loves giving them especially if your forehead is exposed

yk how cats bite you a bit as a sign of affection, yeah he does that

most of your dates will be video game dates but will take you out to go somewhere if that's what you want

his pet names would just be one name and thats : cutie

Peyn Algos

tsundere part 2

sorry but there's no way he's letting you do pda with him

even in private he's a bit flushed about receiving affection

he gets really embarrassed and turns red because of it

kiss on the cheek? immediate tomato face

will take you out on a joyride in one of ignihyde's decked out blastcycles

he gets angrily shy and flustered if you guys hold hands

will fight other guys if he thinks they're bothering you

very protective of his partner

he doesn't do petnames but will let you give him one pet name bo matter how silly it is

Lucien Thornhill

first post of the bf thing so im gonna do the thing again

will give you his favorite books so that you can read and understand what he's talking about whenever he has his rambles about his interests

is okay with pda as long as its not too mushy and affectionate

you're good in private tho, so you can smooch him as much as you want

your dates are gonna be library dates, you find a book and he tries to explain the book for you

likes to hold hands

he'll let you play with his hair both curly and straight

his pet names are gonna be : dearest , my dear, and beloved

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i didn't think it'd be this long

[peasack]

hiiiii love your work so muchhhh can you maybe write thunderbolts x platonic teen reader and how they would react to reader being kidnapped

OMGGGGGJAOAOWJWNDBEBHE

I LOVE THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦Thunderbolts Reacting To You Getting Kidnapped Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

Instantly takes control of the situation, barking orders before Val even finishes telling them what happened.

Has zero patience for whoever’s behind it. Like, full-on snapping jaw, clenched fists, "Tell me where they are, now" energy.

He blames himself. Quietly. Thinks he should’ve protected you better. Will not talk about it, but he’s tenser than a live wire.

Once you're back, he doesn’t lecture, he just stays. He’ll hover around without saying much, always keeping you in his sight.

✦ Bucky Barnes

Goes full Winter Soldier mode in silence. No words, just gears turning.

It hits something deep. Flashbacks of all the Hydra years, the cages, the helplessness. He can't let you go through what he did.

Tracks you down without sleep. If someone’s in his way, they’re not breathing long.

When you’re safe again, he’s extra careful with you. Softer. He gives you space, but when you lean against him, he stays put until you fall asleep.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Thinks it's a joke for two seconds. Then realizes you’re actually gone, and his entire mood shatters.

Storms around yelling about “cowards who take children,” throwing furniture while Ava keeps him from accidentally punching a wall into dust.

He’s angry, but the second he finds out you were scared, it crushes him. He hugs you too hard when you’re safe again.

Tries to cheer you up with stupid stories and knock-off superhero metaphors. You still end up laughing by accident.

✦ Ava Starr

Dead quiet when she hears. Face blank. Voice flat. Which means she’s absolutely furious.

Uses her powers to phase in and out of places like a ghost until she finds a trail.

Doesn’t believe in “taking it slow”, will literally teleport into someone's face mid-interrogation.

Once you're safe, she sits nearby, cleaning blood off her hands with that calm, “I’m fine” look. You both know neither of you are, but at least now you're together.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Dissosiated when he hears the news. Doesn’t say a word.

The moment he processes it, he just vanishes. Poofgone. Sentry-mode. The others won’t even know where he went until someone starts screaming for mercy three towns over.

He’s terrified of what he might do in the process. But he’s more terrified of not finding you.

When he sees you again? He just kneels in front of you, eyes glassy, and says quietly, “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

✦ Yelena Belova

Full-on rage. Puts a knife through a table without blinking. Hates that it happened on her watch.

She thinks tactically, starts chasing tech leads, dark web chatter, and gear she stashed from her Widow days.

Doesn't rest until you’re safe. And once you are? She makes you soup. Like, aggressively. “Eat. You are skinny and traumatized.”

Also forces you into a silly movie night. Forces. It's the way she handles fear, distraction and cuddly blankets.

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Thank you SO MUCHHHHH for letting me write this it was so fun and really brought me back to my 2020 YN marvel phase

[mellowsadistic]

A Woman's Place - Part 1

Sam is such a silly girl. She thinks that a woman can do anything a man can do, and she doesn’t like it when her boyfriend treats her like a stupid child. It’s a good thing he has a special video to show her, something that will help her learn her rightful place.

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“What’s in the bags?” Sam asked her boyfriend as they walked home together. She’d been out with her girlfriends for brunch (that new vegan place in town), and James had been out doing some shopping.

“It’s a secret,” he’d told her, smiling mysteriously and winking. “You’ll find out soon.”

A present? Sam eyed the bags. They looked quite full. Maybe this was James’ way of trying to make up for the arguments they’d been having recently. Sam didn’t consider herself a superficial girl by any means, but if her boyfriend had bought her some cute new clothes, then it could hardly hurt.

As always, it was her career they’d argued about. Sam was spending most of her time at work lately. It was exhausting, but it wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy it. She liked how it felt to earn money for herself, to be financially independent – not like some stupid brat clinging onto a man’s arm. Women like that were no more than children, she thought, just little girls who never stopped being dependent on their “Daddies”, whether it was their fathers of their husbands.

But James kept insisting it was bad for her health to work so many hours, and once he’d even suggested that she’d be much happier if she spent her days at home instead, if she just let him “take care of her”.

She’d exploded at him over that one. She loved her boyfriend, but she wasn’t some silly, frilly housewife who’d greet him at the door with a curtsey and the promise of a home-cooked meal. She wasn’t a little girl who needed looking after. She was a strong, independent, capable career woman, and James would just have to accept that if he wanted to be with her.

The two of them were almost home when they bumped into James’ friend Daniel. There was something about Daniel’s expression that annoyed her – the way his eyes sparkled as they flicked from her to James, like he was laughing at some private joke.

“Hey,” said James easily. “How are things with you and Liz?”

There was something about James’s tone that Sam didn’t like either. It was that same supressed amusement.

“Really good,” Daniel grinned. Again, those sparkling eyes flitted from James to her and back again. “She’s been in a much better mood lately.”

Sam had to supress a smirk. She’d never liked Daniel, and she knew for a fact that Liz was planning to break up with him soon. That would wipe the amusement off his face. Liz was her best friend, just like Daniel was James’s, but what she’d ever seen in Daniel, Sam had never understood.

James laughed. “That’s good to hear. And do you have…?”

“Got it here,” Daniel replied, and he passed James something that looked like a DVD case.

“Thanks,” said James. “I’d better get going then. I’ve just been shopping, and I’m eager to get it all home.”

“I bet,” said Daniel, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I’ll see both of you around. James, Sammy.” He nodded at each of them, and walked away with that smirk still playing around his lips.

Sam scowled. She hated being called Sammy. Sammy was a little girl’s name.

Her eyes turned to the DVD case James was slipping into one of his shopping bags. A porno? If it was, she was going to be furious. But before she could start asking questions, James had hurried her over to their front door, whispering, “Come on, sweetheart. I think you’re going to love what I got for you.”

Slightly suspicious, Sam allowed herself to be led into the house. If that bag had some ridiculous fetishy costume in it for her to wear, then she’d be giving her boyfriend a piece of her mind. Some sexy lingerie would be okay, but if he wanted her to prance about in a schoolgirl outfit or something…

But James wasn’t even opening the bags. Instead, he’d taken out the DVD case and was in the process of inserting it into the player.

“Take a seat on the sofa, baby,” he said, and Sam bristled a little at the slightly patronising way he’d drawn out the last word. Baby.

But she’d made up her mind to humour him. After all, if he actually had got her some thoughtful present, if he really was trying to apologise for arguing with her about her ambitions, then she didn’t want to spoil it by getting angry over something like this. She’d just have a word with him later, she thought, as she took a seat on the sofa. I’m not a baby, James. Women aren’t children. I’d appreciate it if you could be a little less infantilising from now on, okay?

Then James stepped back from the TV, and a title came onto the screen. A Woman’s Place.

“A woman’s… What the hell is this?” Sam demanded. “What’s… what’s…” But she trailed off, her mouth hanging slightly open as she stared at the screen.

“That’s a good girl,” her boyfriend said gently, as a tinkling music filled the room, and the screen shone with a strange, swirling light. “Watch your pretty program.”

Then short clips began to flash in front of her, one after the other. A woman in a stylish dress, laughing and drinking from a glass of Champagne. Then that same woman again, but this time her dress had been swapped for a skimpy maid’s uniform, and she was bending over doing the polishing without any panties, flashing her bare pussy at the camera. Sam’s eyes went wide.

Then another women was on the screen, arguing with her husband. But in the next clip, she was over her husband’s knee with her bright red bottom facing up, crying and wailing and kicking her legs while he spanked her forcefully.

Next, an elegantly dressed woman posing for a model shoot. But moments later, she was dressed in a pair of slutty shorts and a tank top. Her face was done up like a whore and, grinning dimly, she was holding up her brand-new pair of silicon-filled tits for the camera to see.

On and on it went. Sam tried to tear her eyes away, to speak, to do anything, but it was as though her body was frozen in place. What was going on?! All she could do was sit there blankly on the sofa, staring at the screen in front of her. A lawyer became a stripper dancing around a pole. A professor became a hooker standing on a street corner. Sam noticed that many of the women seemed to be high-status. There was a handsome, middle-aged woman in a pantsuit who might have been a CEO, shouting at a group of men seated before her. But then she was tottering around the office in heels, dressed in a ridiculous schoolgirl uniform, giggling vapidly while the men wolf-whistled and pinched her bottom as she passed.

Sam felt sick. Taking a successful woman and reducing her to something like that repulsed her, but even worse than the ones where women were reduced to sex objects were the ones where they were infantilised in some way as well – and as she watched, her eyes glued to the screen, those clips only became more and more frequent.

A serious-faced woman in casual-wear became an overgrown little girl in a frilly pink frock, complete with braces and a pair of high pigtails. She was clutching a teddy-bear tightly, and her expression was full of dim-witted happiness. A businesswoman in a well-tailored suit was striding about an office, examining paperwork. But then she was toddling around an oversized nursery instead, and she was naked but for a frilly bonnet, a small bib that did nothing to hide her sizeable breasts, and a thick adult diaper sagging between her legs. A woman playing on the playground, a woman crying like a two-year-old because she’d dropped her ice cream, a woman sitting in a highchair with her face covered in baby food, a woman squatting down on a toddler’s potty, a woman lying on her back in the middle of a nappy change – all in between occasional returns to women dressed as maids or whores or ditzy little housewives. Then Sam felt a sense of terrible horror as the video ended, quite suddenly, on a still picture of her own smiling face.

A wave of dizziness rushed over her. The tinkling music grew louder and louder, and the pretty lights sparkled and shone more brightly as Sam stared into her own face on the screen. It felt as though the music was filling her head, the lights shining through her eyes and into her skull. Her vision blurred, and she felt a sensation of falling, as though she’d been pitched forwards head first into the screen, deeper and deeper into the swirling colours.

[love-marimo]

Lover Girl (Luffy x Fem!Reader | Highschool AU)

Lolita's Note: my friends. i am back to writing! after months of yapping and yapping on this blog, i decided to get my ass back into actually writing. i realize i have already written two separate fics on sanji and zoro and luffy is the only one out of the monster trio that i havent dedicated a fic to (yes i love them cant u tell?)! im channeling my inner lover girl for this fic and make it as cringe as possible, so if you find reader to be too sweet and giddy, my apologies 😭

featuring: usopp, nami, chopper, and a mention of nojiko and the asl brothers ღ'ᴗ'ღ

as always, requests are open ! ★

ー inspired by laufey's new song of the same title (i love her so much) ♡

cw: none, just some silly high school fluff with our ball of sunshine (▱˘◡˘▱)

There has been a lot on your mind lately, but one person lives rent free in your head, and you want to know if you deserve a chance with him…

"Dear Luffy, I hope you don't mind me writing this to you. I like-"

Crumple.

"Hey Luffy-"

Crumple.

"Hi :) I love-"

Crumple.

"How am I gonna tell him?!" You buried yourself under your pillows and groaned in frustration. There are too many crumpled papers for you to count scattered on your bed yet here you are, trying to write a love letter that won't be embarrassing enough in case your friends find it. Your mind is in shambles. You still have an algebra assignment waiting for you at your desk. You think about your classmate that you've admired since 7th grade. You wonder if you should even write a letter to secretly hide under his desk. But then, will he ever find it? Or should you just go the classic route, wait for Valentine's and confess to him?

"This is just so dumb." You mutter to yourself, counting on your fingers the reasons why you shouldn't feel this way in the first place. "Why do I even like him anyway? He's stupid and makes childish jokes. He's noisy and never pays attention to class. He's always with Usopp doing random things, and god, he always does pranks on Chopper!"

But then you smile to yourself, clutching a pillow to your chest. "But he's also kind. And honest. And funny. And he's really cute when he smiles… gosh!" You squeal and giggle, recounting the many times you hear him laugh.

Your lovestruck thoughts were cut off by an angry older sister barging into your room.

"What the heck are you doing screaming and laughing to yourself? Go do your homework!" Nami, who's in her senior year angrily nags at you.

"Sorry." You pouted, getting up to sit on your desk and do what she said.

"What was it all about anyway? And why do you have so many crumpled papers on your bed?" She walked over curiously to read all the failed love letters you tried to write.

"Wait, no don't look!" But it was too late.

Nami pauses for a moment, shocked, then turns to look at you and laughs out loud.

"Seriously? You have a crush on Luffy out of all people?" You turn to her with a blush on your face, which makes your sister laugh even more.

"Oh my god. I need to tell Nojiko about this." Grabbing her phone, Nami giggles as she collects all the notes to read.

"Don't tell anyone in school! Please…"

"What do you like about him, though? He looks like someone who'll get robbed easily."

"He's not that gullible!!" You furrowed your brows, disagreeing.

"Look at you, huffing and puffing and defending him." She teases, pinching your cheek playfully.

"The truth is, I don't know how to confess to him." You sighed, hitting your head on your desk.

"Just give him a burger or something. That boy loves meat above anything else. Or you can ask Usopp to give him your letter." She says, stepping out of your room while calling Nojiko, your eldest sister who's away for college.

You didn't sleep well that night, because after finishing your assignment, you resumed in crafting the most acceptable love letter hoping that Luffy won't cringe or laugh at. You contemplated the color of the envelope to put the letter in but settled with a plain white one, so that it won't be obvious.

You were determined to confess to him, because you just can't take it anymore, and you want to get this over with, wholeheartedly expecting rejection.

The next day went by like normal. You made sure to wear your lucky charm before heading out. And at school, Luffy was being restless again, and teachers nagged on him like usual.

"Luffy and Usopp, pay attention to class! And Luffy, did I not tell you to stop bringing that strawhat?" Your teacher said angrily. Luffy quickly stuffed the strawhat in his bag, and the class snickered at him. The two obeyed the teacher, but looked at each other constantly trying to hold their laughs.

Lunch break came, and you're at the canteen contemplating what to buy for Luffy. Then you remembered what Nami told you last night. So, you settled for a burger and a can of soda.

"Please find the burger with the biggest patty." You told the lady behind the counter.

"Here you go." She said, smiling.

You thanked her and proceeded to wait for the Luffy, Usopp and Chopper at their usual spot. You made sure to catch Usopp first, so you can secretly give him your little gift to Luffy without being direct.

"Okay. Here goes." You whisper to yourself as you approached him.

"Psst, hey, Usopp!" You called to him when Luffy went to the bathroom.

"Oh, hey! What is it?" He waved, unassuming.

"Can you give this to Luffy?" You handed the food with the neatly glued envelope to the unsuspecting long-nose.

"What's this for?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Umm…"

And before you can tell a well-thought out lie, a familiar voice rings behind you.

"For me!!" Luffy giggles, taking the burger without hesitation.

"What's that?" Chopper peeks behind him, pointing at the envelope.

All the three turned their eyes on your letter, which was neatly written on a pastel pink scented paper. And that's when you realized you may have made the most stupid decision in your teenage life.

And you had to do something about it.

In a blur, you grabbed the envelope from Chopper, and dragged Luffy somewhere quiet. You didn't care where it is, your looming embarrassment makes you want the ground to eat you alive and get it over with.

"Hey!" The unknowing boy laughs, "What are we doing? Is this some secret game?"

"Open it." You look down, voice suddenly stern ー an attempt to save yourself from your rapidly beating heart, and a face blushing heavily that you wonder if he'll laugh at you if you look at him like that.

"Hmm… Let's see… Luffy, thank you for existing… Luffy…"

"You don't have to read it out loud!"

"Oh, okay. Sorry." He looks at you for a moment, and reads your letter carefully.

There's a moment of silence between you. It was overwhelming. You can't help but feel like you're waiting to be jumpscared in a horror movie. It's laughable, really. You pray that nobody else sees you in this state.

So when you do look at him, you find him staring at you. He calls your name.

"Yes?" You smile shyly, hoping he got the message as you wait for his reply.

I wonder what he'll say… you think a monologue to yourself trying not to smile like a fool.

"What does this mean?" He asks, as if he just read the most complex calculus equation.

It felt like somebody shattered a glass in your mind, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your expression… couldn't be drawn. You don't know if you'll cry, laugh or be mad at him in disbelief.

"Wh-what?"

"This letter. I don't understand it." He says, as a matter of fact. Because it's true. He has never received a love letter. And he's seen some words he's never encountered before. He has a rough idea of what you meant, but just to be sure, he asks again.

"Are you kidding me?!" You asked yourself more than you wanted to ask him. You fell to your knees, muttering words to yourself.

"Whoa, are you okay?" He kneels beside you.

"What is it that you don't get?" You ask, in a disappointed whisper.

"Well there's this word… uhh… bree…breeyath… brathta-"

"Breathtaking."

"And this one! A… adooray?"

"Adore."

"Oh and this one too-"

"Right. You can't read."

Now you wonder how he's in the same grade as you.

You heaved a sigh, composing yourself. Then you sat him on a bench and placed your hands on his shoulder, looking at him intently.

With his wide, childlike eyes, he smiles. Oh, that dumb smile that you fell for the first time you saw him…

"Listen. I'm going to say this once, okay?"

He nods.

"I. Like. You." You say slowly, making sure he understands you this time.

He blinked. Then he gasps.

"Oh!!! I get it now. You have a crush on me."

"Yes."

"So that means we are dating!"

"No!" You face palm. "I mean… if you feel the same way…" You say bashfully in a whisper.

"Well, I don't mind! What do people do when they date?" He pauses, finger on his chin, thinking hard.

"Luffy, this is not a game! God, you don't know what you're doing to me."

"What do you mean? I've heard Ace say that dating is fun. It's what adults do!" He laughs, as if he discovered an interesting hobby to do.

"It's not that easy! We're literally teenagers. And besides when you date you… k-ki���"

"Kiss!" He beams, like it's a great idea that popped in his head.

"Stop!!" He laughs in response, finding joy in your blushing state.

"Hey guys! We've been looking for you everywhere. What happened to her, Luffy?" Usopp called.

"Oi!! I have something to tell you." Luffy walks towards them, proudly showing off the letter you wrote for him.

"She made this for me! The burger had the biggest patty I've eaten in a while, too."

Chopper and Usopp shared a glance, then with a teasing look on their face, walked over to you.

"So that's why you suddenly disappeared on us." Usopp laughed, poking your cheek.

"Did you kiss? Did you kiss?" Chopper pinched your other cheek, giggling with the other boy. You closed your eyes in defeat. Luffy laughed at you, handing you the soda you gave him.

"Here you can have this. Thanks for the burger! I owe you one."

"But I bought this for you." You tried to reject it. But the smile on your face says otherwise.

"It's okay, if you want we can share." He suddenly has two straws and handed one to you.

"I have an idea!" Chopper suddenly placed a handkerchief on your head, took the soda can from your hand, and replaced it with Luffy's hand instead.

"Oooh, what's this?" Luffy curiously asked, casually taking your hand as ordered by Chopper.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you took it all in you not to pass out with it.

"Reverend Usopp, please read the rite of passage to consecrate this union." Chopper said in a lower voice, holding the soda can up in the air.

Then the realization hit you.

"Wait… are we simulating a marriage right now?" You stammered with a beet red face, and a mind going in shambles.

"What?" Luffy asked, dumbfounded.

This handkerchief… is supposed to be a veil… and I'm holding his hands right now… I feel like I'm going crazy!

Usopp improvised some sort of deeply worded paragraph, copying a priest. You stared into the distance, and all Luffy could think about is drinking the soda with you.

"Mr. Monkey D. Luffy, do you take her as your wife?" Chopper asked.

"Hey, give us the soda! I'm parched-" Luffy tried to reach for the drink,

"Just say, "I do.", you idiot! You're ruining the moment." Usopp punched him in the head. Luffy muttered out a weak apology while saying,

"I… do."

Chopper then turned to you and asked the same question.

"I… I'm not ready-" Usopp cut you off and tried to mimic your voice.

"I do~"

"Hey!"

"Then you may now kiss the bride! But let's keep this PG. Please enjoy the unifying potion for newlywed couples, the holy water!" Chopper proudly said, opening to soda can and inserting the two straws for the both of you to drink out of.

You burst into laughter. "What? Holy water? Chopper, you have a crazy imagination."

"St-stop praising me, stupid! It doesn't make me happy at all, birdbrain." He huffed out annoyingly at first, then smiled, giggling.

"I taught him well." Usopp said suavely, satisfied with himself.

"It wasn't a compliment, though." You replied, unimpressed.

"Hey, can we drink it now?" Luffy tapped your shoulder.

"Oh, um… okay." You opened the soda can and inserted the two straws.

"So, what was that about?" He nonchalantly asked after taking a sip.

"You don't know how a marriage ceremony works?" He shrugged in reply. Chopper and Usopp cheered in the background, humming marriage music together and laughing.

"Well, just think of it like dating." You looked away.

"Okay!" He smiled, drinking the last bit of soda.

"Whew, that was refreshing!" Absentmindedly taking your hand to walk you back to the classroom. He doesn't realize it, but you didn't miss the way his cheeks were slightly reddish, and his laughs more giddy.

You hope to yourself that he doesn't change ー that he remains to be this carefree guy who's always up for an adventure. You wonder what's on his mind, what he wants to be when he grows up, and most of all, if the future he dreams about includes you.

Now, for the million dollar question: are you two dating now?

Well… it's not as complicated as you make it out to be. He accepted your confession, and he's more than willing to try, even if this is his first time experiencing what young love feels like. It's foreign to him, but it's new.

And to him, new is always something to look forward to.

The bell rang, and it was time to go home. Usopp went ahead to Chopper's classroom because he promised to treat him to some ramen after school.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds." He waved, and you and then parted ways.

"What do you want to do now?" Luffy asks.

"I have to be home before five. Nami doesn't want me out pretty late."

"What?! Nami's your sister?" He asked, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Yeah, do you still want to be my boyfriend?" You chuckle, expecting his reaction.

"Well… I still owe her money…" He looked away, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh… so that's why she knows you… For what, though? Did you ask her to tutor you or something?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"From now on, let's help each other study. I'm good with Math! In exchange, we have to go on dates every weekend." You suggested.

"Deal. Where do we go?" He replied excitedly.

"I'm working part-time at a flower shop near the docks. You've always liked ships, right?"

"I do!" He looked at you with sparkling eyes, and you smiled.

"I'll talk to Franky and see if I can make you work for him. He's a really cool shipwright."

"I can't wait! I have to tell about us to my brothers."

"I hope they'll like me."

"Of course they will!"

You held hands on the way home, telling each other stories about whatever. Luffy walked you to your house, and bid you goodbye.

"Wait, before you go…" You grabbed his arm and kissed him on the cheek.

Luffy's eyes widened, his chest suddenly feeling tight. Then he smiled, waving at you. "See you tomorrow!"

You waved back in reply, with your back facing him, as you ran towards your home, not believing how you just did that.

When you opened the door, you found your sister smirking by the stairs.

"Guess it went well, huh. He's such a simpleton." Nami teased.

"Don't call him that! I think… he likes me back." You giggled bashfully.

"Yeah, because you probably gave him food. That guy will go along with anything that he finds interesting."

"Curse you." You glared at her, heading towards your room, and Nami just laughs in reply.

Ever since then, you sat with the three of them during lunch. Luffy will sit next to you during class, and he did his best to pay attention, even asking you about things he doesn't understand.

During weekends, he does what you both promised each other. Franky quickly became friends with him, even if he's clumsy at work. The owner of the flower shop teases you every time he's finished with his shift and waits for you outside.

When you have enough money saved up, you go to amusement parks, the cinemas ー anywhere that the city can offer you. Sometimes he'll surprise you with little trinkets he bought or made himself, and you'll always keep it, no matter how silly.

Laughs are shared, and sometimes you cry together over the stupidest things. Luffy's notorious for being the troublemaker, but with you, he got a little tamed. He'd cut classes less often, he participates during discussions, and one time he even went to school with slicked back hair, and everyone made fun of him but he didn't care. Everyone likes him either way, because he makes them laugh, and hearing it especially from you fills his heart with even more joy. He helps out kids who are bullied, and teachers love making him do errands despite being always annoyed by his antics.

The precious strawhat that he never lets anyone wear, have found its way on your head. He will let you wear it especially during summer days, telling you that Chopper told him that the summer sun is bad for your skin.

It's these little things that made you realize that you didn't really make a bad decision that day. You tell yourself that the embarrassment was worth it, even though you frequently fight over food.

And before you know it, the happy-go-lucky simpleton who never understood what it's like to confess your love to someone and never really cared for that matter, now glows brighter with you.

ー Lolita

[hedgehogoftime]

K-Pop Demon Hunters the Real Ending

*Huntr/x, Bobby, and Celine is surrounded by Gwi-Ma's Demons and their brainwashed fans. Even the Saja Boys, who tried to resist, are in his thrall. They are backed against the corner death on the horizon.*

Zoey: Rumi, what happened?!

Rumi: Gwi-Ma cheated.

Gwi-Ma: CHEATED?! Hold it pretty boys!

*The Saja Boys immediately stand down*

Gwi-Ma: Oh grow up! Whaddya think this is, a game of kick-ball on the playground? You never had a chance to defeat me FOOLS! And do ya know why?!

Mira: Because you cheated?

Gwi-Ma: ...NO! Not because I cheated! Because I'm an evil genius! And you're just a kid! A stupid half-breed-kid!

*Gwi-Ma begins laughing evilly and his thralls begin laughing robotically along with him, demons and fans alike*

Rumi: ...I guess you're right, Gwi-Ma. I am just a half-breed kid.

Gwi-Ma: Of courrse I'm right. Okay Saja Boys, time to kill-

Rumi: And you know, I've been through a lot in the last two weeks, three hours and twenty seven and a half seconds. And if I've learned anything in that time it's that you are, who you are.

Gwi-Ma: ...Sure, whatever. Okay Saja Boys, time to-

Rumi, pointing at Celine: And no amount of conditional motherly love.

Celine: *looks down, ashamed*

Rumi, pointing at Bobby: Or managerial approval.

Bobby: *still has no idea what's going on*

Rumi: Or some other third thing, will ever make me more than what I really am inside. A half-demon!

Gwi-Ma: That's great, now get back against the wall.

Rumi, pulling a microphone out of nowhere: BUT THAT'S OKAY!

Gwi-Ma: Eh? What's goin' on?

Rumi: Because I did what everyone said a half-demon COULDN'T do! I turned the Honmoon gold! And I made it to the number one spot! And I saved my friends' lives!

Gwi-Ma: All-right we get the point!

Rumi: So yeah, I'm a half-breed! *the stage begins to darken, a spotlight from nowhere shinning on Rumi as fog begins to drift in* And I'm also a workaholic! And a Type-A personality! And a gigantic stick in the mud!

Gwi-Ma: Wha- *cough-cough* What's goin' on here?!

Rumi: But most of all I'm-

Gwi-Ma: All-right settle down-

Rumi: I'M-

Gwi-Ma: Take it easy!

Rumi: I'M-

Gwi-Ma: WHAT THE SCALLOP?!

Rumi: *releases a burst of light, leaving her in her "This is What it Sounds Like" outfit with her markings exposed*

Rumi: ~I'M A GOOFY GOOBER!~

Zoey and Mira, also magically in their white outfits: ~ROCK!~

*Gwi-Ma is flung back and crashes through a wall as the rock music begins to play*

Rumi: ~YOU'RE A GOOFY GOOBER!~

Zoey and Mira: ~ROCK!~

Rumi: ~WE'RE ALL GOOFY GOOBERS!~

Zoey and Mira: ~ROCK!~

Rumi, playing air-guitar: ~GOOFY GOOFY GOOFY GOOBER!~

Zoey and Mira: ~ROCK!~

Rumi: ~Put your toys away, well all I gotta say when you tell me not to play I say NO WAY!~

Zoey and Mira: ~No-no freakin' way!~

Rumi: ~I'm a kid, ya say when ya say I'm a kid I say "say it again", and then I say thanks!~

Zoey and Mira: ~THANKS!~

Rumi: ~Thank ya very much!~

Rumi: ~So if ya thinkin' that you'd like to be like me-e! Go ahead and try, the demon inside, WILL SET YOU FREE!~

*Rumi magically shifts into a devil costume and begins tap-dancing to a silly little number before shifting back to her regular costume*

Gwi-Ma, finally coming to: Wha- what happened- *Sees Huntr/x rocking out* Their dance moves are impressive, BUT I'M IN CONTROL! SEIZE THEM!

Thralls: All hail Gwi-Ma *They advance on Huntr'x* All hail-

*there's an explosion of Honmoon power sending the thralls flying back, revealing the girls in classic rock outfits, Rumi playing a magical twelve-string guitar. They rise into the air, an aura of rainbow light coming off them*

Celine: *Watching in absolute dismay*

Bobby, just happy to be included: WOO!

*A beam of light blasts from Rumi's guitar, striking one of the fans, dispersing Gwi-Ma's power*

Fan: I'm free! I'VE BEEN FREED!

Gwi-Ma, beginning to sweat: Wha?

*Huntr/x free more fans from Gwi-Ma's control, who begin rocking out*

Gwi-Ma: NO!

*The girls begin rapidly spinning , shooting their rainbow beams at everyone and sundry, freeing more and more fans, even the demons themselves, from Gwi-Ma's control*

Gwi-Ma: MY PRECIOUS SLAVES!

Baby Saja, getting zapped free: Ha!

Romance, also getting zapped free: Ooh!

Abby, also getting freed: Yee-haw!

Mystery, the next one freed: Woof!

*The girls begin blasting their power into the atmosphere, freeing large swaths of people*

*Everyone, human and demon alike, is partying now, accepted for who and what they are*

Gwi-Ma: THEIR CHOPS ARE TOO RIGHTEOUS! MY POWER CAN'T HANDLE THIS LEVEL OF ROCK AND ROLL! BOYS DO SOMETHING!

*The Saja Boys are too busy crowd-surfing to listen*

Gwi-Ma, literally steaming: All-right that's the last straw! JINU, I COMMAND YOU TO-

*Rumi zips down and kisses Jinu on the cheek, knocking him right out of his enthralled state.*

Rumi: For you pretty boy.

*She zips back to her girls as Jinu blushes, finally lvoed for who hw is*

Gwi-Ma: ...I better get outta here.

*Gwi-Ma zips towards the door to the stadium but it's burst open by a horde of humans and demons*

Random Demon: Look everyone! I'm the K-Pop stars who saved us!

Gwi-Ma: Outta my way foo-

*the ravenous fans trample him in their rush to get inside*

-

@megatraven

[blue-sky336]

You asked for ideas I am here to deliver what was in my mind <3

reader is also a doctor or a nurse at the hospital but none of house's team know that reader is dating him and wilson (only cuddy knows of that the three of them are a thing)

Person A in the team sees reader and wilson being suspiciously close

Person B sees reader and house

both think house and Wilson are cheating and reader is a homewrecker except for Person C who saw same things as both person A and B and they think reader is unaware of house and wilson dating

So they're all trying to figure out how to confront you (silly shenanigans)(choose whoever you want for the team)(all of them are so smart and so stupid /j)(house is aware of what's going on and says nothing)(cuddy is surprised how they get anything done when they're so focused on snooping around)(reader and wilson have no idea)

OR good old surprise visit at job from reader, where reader works somewhere else but they get into an accident (they look awful, but somehow only got like a minor injury nothing serious) and get transported to their boyfriends' hospital for a check up (I keep forgetting it's stupid name) and after being discharged they go to house's office to see their boyfriends with a stupid smile on their face still covered in blood and dirt like "hiiiii :D" (they give them a small heart attack cuz they look like they just dug out from a grave but it's okay they're fine)

Also yayyy taglist

Summary: House's little ducklings aren't entirely sure what your relationship with House and Wilson are. Characters/pairings: Hilson x reader, House x reader, Wilson x reader, House x Wilson Warnings: suspected infidelity, the ducklings are so smart, yet so fucking stupid, House deserves his own warning, mention that reader wears lip tint however overall gender neutral :)) Word Count: maybe 1k ish?? A/n: HELLO I ASKED AND YOU DELIVERED (I'm literally so excited, like wagging my tail, jumping up and down!!!!). I'm gonna get to that other idea as soon as possible to cause I love them both sm 🙏🙏 I took a tiny bit of creative liberties with how each person finds the situation since I got a little confused 😭 AND I TRIED TO KEEP THIS AS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE FOR YOU!!! I'll have male readers coming soon!!!

It all started on a random Friday afternoon. Between checking up on your last few patients and finally clocking out of the nurse's station, the warm hand of a certain oncologist found its way to the small of your back.

"Done for the day?" A whisper brushed across your ear, a small smile gracing your face as you finally turned to look at the brunette behind you. Wilson always saw through your brave facade, often being your rock in times of need. He was much better at comfort than House was, and maybe that was part of the reason you were so drawn to him to begin with.

"Mhm.." You hummed in response, nodding your head ever so slightly. After a twelve hour day shift, dealing with multiple vomiting patients and a rude old man, there was nothing more that you needed than the gentle touch of your lover. "Drive me home?" A mischievous glint flickered through your eyes, a tell-tale sign of your need for the other. His eyes widened and cheeks flushed a gentle pink. "Oh.. oH—" Wilson grinned, "Yes— of course, lovey.." His fingers snaked up, squeezing your waist.

Instinctively leaning into his touch, your hand brushed against the collar of his white shirt, fixing the small crease. He tensed under your touch, an obvious tension between the two.

"I missed you.." you whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush against his collar. The peach lip tint transferred onto his colour, staining the fabric with an almost perfect image of your lips. It did nothing to help his hands tightening around your waist. "Really?" Wilson hummed, dipping his head to lean his forehead against yours.

Little did the couple know of the neurologist and immunologist watching them from afar.

Not many knew of the relationship you two shared. Albeit, Cuddy, the other nurses at your station and, of course, your other grumpy boyfriend, House, knew, but that was the extent of it. It wasn't something you planned on flaunting around. It wasn't anyone's business what the three of you did behind closed doors, so long as it didn't interrupt your work it was deemed rightful. Perhaps that was why two of Houses' little ducklings stood just around the corner, peeking around as if they were some teenage detectives finding an important piece to their case.

This wasn't the first time Cameron and Foreman had seen you awfully close to Wilson, however this was the first time they had seen the two interact romantically. They shared an awkward look; a silent conversation wondering if they were truly witnessing the same things. This also wasn't the first time Cameron had seen you so close to one for the doctors that she worked with.

Not even a week ago she found you in the head of diagnostic's embrace, your head buried in the crook of his neck and lips just brushing against his collarbone. You seem to fit as perfectly as a completed puzzle. It left the poor brunette so confused, especially when she had assumed that no one else could ever reach beneath the man's cold exterior. Yet, here you were, gentle and forgiving as your hand trailed under his back, nails scratching his skin in a comforting manner. Everything that she wished she could be for him had blossomed within you.

Foreman was the first to speak. "Wilson knows he's dating House.. right?" It came out a little amused, although mainly shocked. Who would ever think that James Wilson would cheat on his boyfriend? Cameron's eyes widened, the shock never leaving her face. Surely this wasn't right, they had to have been seeing this out of context!

Except... you kissed him.

You were the one to initiate.

It left them both bewildered, with Foreman assuming that you knew nothing and poor Cameron assuming that you were taking advantage of the two doctors and knowingly leading them on.

Not too far from where the two ducklings were hiding, stood Chase. He had witnessed the scene before them and it hardly phased him one bit. He certainly didn't think it was right, but who was he to get in between the gritty cracks of his boss's relationship? It wasn't his style, not when they were all typically on thin ice.

It had been a week of seeing your casual flirting with the two, yet no one had seen you together. Cuddy had noticed almost immediately the discourse that ensued between House's employees, cursing silently as the wreaked havoc attempting to confront you on your home wrecking infidelity. You barely noticed. Being a nurse was hard work and left you constantly on your feet, leaving you utterly exhausted and susceptible to coercion from the ducklings.

The next day rolled around rather quickly. Foreman, Chase and Cameron all seemed to stick around you whether you liked it or not. Noticing your exhaustion, Chase (who was somehow now roped into the situation) had convinced you to draw blood for their patient, claiming that his veins were blown, yet when you walked in and did it with ease, the door locked behind you.

Confusion etched across your face, your head snapping up as you placed the pass vial of drawn blood in its little metallic tray. "What's this for?" You managed to speak up through a yawn, not necessarily threatened by the three. You knew of your antics, as anyone did. It was rather well known in your department what House was like and there was no doubt that his ducklings were beginning to pick up on those habits.

"How are you so casual?" Cameron was the first to speak after you, "You're ruining their relationship! You're quite literally getting in between them—" she was cut off.

"Cameron! They might not know.." Foreman butted in, although the look on his face wasn't hopeful as his eyes fell on you. Chase however, was just as wide eyed as he usually was. "Look, we're not here to accuse you of cheating or breaking them up, we're just asking for you to leave House and Wilson alone," he began, "We're finally getting a break from House, if he finds out Wilson is cheating on him, then it will ruin him and we'll be the ones getting punished."

His reason was sound. It didn't make sense why you were beginning to smile, let alone cackling like a hyena.

"What?" You stammered over your words momentarily, one hand on the patient's rolling table before you doubled over and continued to laugh. It caught the attention of the nurses and doctors outside. However one doctor in particular looked more satisfied than any other. House was watching the whole interaction from outside, flagging Wilson down in the hall and gesturing for him to watch. The poor brunette looked mortified as he watched the situation play out.

Did people really think they were cheating?

You shook your head. "I'm not cheating or home wrecking with anyone—"

"But—" Cameron tried to intervene, yet this time you were the one to cut her off.

"Yes, I kiss Wilson, and yes, I kiss House. That's what people in a relationship do." Your words weren't harsh, just full of blatant amusement. Your laughing had turned into a soft chuckle. "It's none of your business what we do in our relationship, which is why we never told anyone."

Their poor look of shock and shame simply made you shake your head, your eye catching on the two men watching. "Now, if you'll excuse me. My boyfriends are waiting for me in the hallway to go home." You excuse yourself, sliding the glass door open after unlocking it and immediately walking to your lover's. Seeing House's amused look only caused you to shake your head.

"He knew the whole time, didn't he?" Wilson pointed out with that slight shocked yet perplexed look he wore whenever House did something outlandish. You simply nodded, taking their free hands and tugging them away.

"We're stopping by Cuddy's office. She owes me twenty," House announced, only to hear yours and Wilson's sigh of defeat. Of course he'd bet on their relationship.

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The Monroe Effect: Chapter 36

Set during Season 6, Episodes 21 and 22 of ER. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Drug Use. I think we've all been waiting for this episode....Guard your heart

WC: 4.2 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

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MASTERLIST

I let out a huge sigh of relief as I clocked out and headed for the lounge. My whole body was aching, and I was desperate for a bath and a few hours of sleep. I hated night shifts with a passion, especially because it threw off things with Meghan. But we all had to do them. I was just glad that after four straight nights, this one would be my last for a while. 

Making my way into the lounge, past a pissed off Weaver and Chen, who gave me a quick hello, I smiled as a spotted Carter riffling through his locker. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back. He jumped slightly. 

“Hi.” I sighed into him, relaxing into his body.

“Morning.” He replied, his tone short. 

“How’s Meghan?” 

“Happily babbling with Corrine when I left. She actually slept through the night.” 

“What?! Uh. You get all the luck.” 

“I wouldn’t have minded a late-night feeding.” Carter turned to me. He had circles under his eyes, the shear exhaustion radiating off him. 

“Oh my gosh. Carter. Did you even sleep?” 

“Barely.”

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I thought that was getting better.” I cupped his face with my hand.

Carter shrugged and pulled me in. “I’ll be okay.” He kissed the top of my head. “Go home and get some sleep while she’s occupied.” He leaned down and kissed me, this time on the lips. I smacked my lips together, swearing I tasted alcohol. But that couldn’t be right. 

“Yeah, uh, I could really use a bath too.” 

“Remember the salts and bubble bath are under the cabinet.”

“I will.” I smiled, forgetting my worries. “I love you. Have a good day. Call me if you need anything.” 

“Love you too.” 

Carter threw on his lab coat, hung his stethoscope around his neck, and left the lounge without a second glance. 

Thursdays were my laundry day.

It probably would sound so stupid to someone else, but ever since moving into the mansion, I had to negotiate for anything normal. A couple months ago, I finally got the cook to back down and let me make family meals from time to time, and almost immediately after I arrived I worked it out to where Thursdays were the days I did Carter, Meghan, and I’s laundry. It just felt too weird having someone else wash and fold my own underwear. Millicent thought it was silly, but anything I could hold onto, I did so with a death grip.

I had already finished a load of my clothes and had just transferred Meghan’s things to the dryer. While most of Carter’s stuff tended to need to go out for dry cleaning, there was still stuff here and there I could do. Mainly underwear, pajamas, and socks, but occasionally I would get sweatshirts, jeans, and sweats from when we hung around the house or went out with Meghan. And today was that day. But as I loaded his clothes, checking first for stains, I couldn’t help but smell something off. It wasn’t on everything, but it lingered. Eventually, I found the culprit. It was a pair of gray pajamas. I gave them a good sniff and scrunched my nose.

Why did these smell like weed?

I was surprised when Carol called me later that afternoon. She sounded so much better than she had in a long time. It made complete sense when she told me where she was headed: Seattle. I knew. No matter how much I liked Luka, I knew her heart always belonged to Doug Ross. They were meant to be together in some weird cosmic way. 

I asked her if she needed help with the girls, but she assured me her mother could handle them before she brought them to Seattle. I told her I was happy for her, but that I was also very mad at her. I didn’t know what I was going to do without her. She had been my mentor, my boss, my friend for the last six years. We had had babies together; they were supposed to grow up together.

She told me it would still happen. That she was just a phone call away. 

I told her she better be ready to hear from me weekly. 

She laughed and made me pinky promise.  

I hadn’t seen Carter much after I discovered the smell on his clothes. He was taking more shifts then normal, spending less time at home with Meghan and me. It was starting to get rather frustrating. We were just two ships, passing in the night with a hello and a kiss before turning over in bed. He was going to have to stop avoiding me and have a conversation soon or there was going to be a problem. 

Right now, I put that aside and  was very much enjoying my day off with my daughter. I sat on the floor in the living room with Meghan as she did tummy time, staring at a black and white book in front of her. She was getting so strong and making it to milestones like a champ. I knew she was going to be a smart baby from the start; she would give Carter and I a run for our money. 

“Ms. Monroe, there’s a phone call for you?” 

I turned and looked up. “Thank you.” I said and took the phone from Henry. I put the receiver up to my ear as I rattled a toy in front of Meghan. “Hello?”

 “Gen? It’s Dr. Weaver.”

“Hi Dr. Weaver. Is everything okay?”

“Actually Gen, it’s not.” 

My heart dropped. Oh God, no. No, not again. 

“W-What’s going on?”

 “Genevieve I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.”

“O-Okay.” I stood and walked a couple steps away from Meghan, making sure she was still in my line of sight. 

“Has Carter seemed......different to you?”

“Different how?” 

“Uh, agitated, restless. Not getting enough sleep.”

I scoffed. “Kerry, we have a three-month-old. Hell, I’m running on four hours right now.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Something in her tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Uh, yeah. Sort of. Actually, a lot recently. K-Kerry, what are you saying? What’s wrong with Carter?” Kerry was quiet for a scary amount of time, so much so that I thought we had been disconnected or she hung up. “Kerry?”

“Abby caught Carter in the trauma room....... injecting himself with fentanyl.”

“What?!” I shouted, but quickly covered my mouth.

“We think that Carter might be abusing drugs.”

“No, no, no, no. Kerry this is crazy. Carter’s not using drugs. H-He can’t be.” I looked back at Meghan, every time he had taken care of her alone in the past few weeks running through my head. Then I thought about the laundry. “Carter wouldn’t do that. And even if he did, I would know. No, I would know. I sleep in the same bed as him for Christ’s sake.”

“Evie, it’s alright that you didn’t know. You are dealing with so much right now. It is not your fault.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “A group of us want to talk to him tonight and I’m hoping you can join us.”

"An intervention? Y-You want to have an intervention at work?”

“We need to get ahead of this situation. He can’t practice medicine anymore until he gets help. We’re already making plans for treatment.”

“O-Okay.” I stuttered. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

I hung up the phone quickly, not bothering to hear anything else Kerry had to say. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way this could be happening. He was just tired; he had been having PTSD symptoms. But he said he was talking to someone. Had he lied to me about that? So much was running through my head. But before I believed anything, I needed to find proof. 

“Corrine!”

“Yes Ms. Monroe?” She answered, walking into the room. 

“Can you keep an eye on Meghan for me? I need to take care of something.”

“Of course ma’am.” 

 Once she took a seat next to Meghan, I quickly made my way upstairs. If Carter had brought something home, there was no way he would keep it somewhere I could easily stumble upon it. He was too smart for that. So that meant it wouldn’t be in our bedroom. That really only left the guest room where he kept his weights, so I went straight there.

A panic grew over me as I tore apart the room. I checked the bathroom, the closet, the weight stand. I even moved the mattress and checked under the bed. Nothing. There was only one other place something could be: the bedside table. I saved it for last because it seemed the most obvious. Maybe he wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.

I opened the bedside table, and I closed my eyes. “Fuck.” I mumbled. I shook my head and started looking at the evidence. Two pre-rolls, which honestly wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But it was what was beside them that made me want to puke. An extra prescription bottle of pain pills I had never seen, with a different colored top meaning he didn’t get it from the County. And a vial and clean syringe I immediately recognized as being from the hospital. I grabbed the vial and turned it over so I could check the label. 

Fentanyl.

I sat heavily on the bed, my knees giving out. 

It was Christmas 1997. 

Millicent Carter was visiting County for the first time to check on the clinic she had been funding and had brought Chase Carter along to hand out toys dressed as Santa. You know, do good and look good at the same time. 

Chase had flirted with me; it was beyond obvious. He found ways to put an arm around me or make me smile. And I had definitely flirted back, touching his arm or his chest. He was a good looking young man, charming, fun. Chase had even given me a white teddy bear from the box of toys he was supposed to take up to peds. Plus, it made Carter jealous, so why not live a little and enjoy the attention? But later in the afternoon, when Carter had walked into the lounge covered in snow after saying goodbye to his family, he was seething. I was mistaken in thinking I was the problem.

“Hey, don’t be such a Scrooge.” I cautiously joked. “I’m sorry I flirted with your cousin, okay.” I held up the teddy bear and rattled it in front of his face. “If you want, I’ll give this back. Although it would make me bear-y sad.” I said the last part in a funny voice and laughed. 

“You can keep the bear, Evie.” His tone was neutral, trying to be devoid of emotion.

“Okay, seriously? You were happy before you went outside. What gives?”

“I just caught my cousin injecting himself with heroin in the back of my grandmother’s limo.”

I froze, my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide. “Oh.” I swallowed, not really knowing what to say. “I..... did not expect you to say that.” 

“What the hell could he be thinking?” He shook his head. “That stuff could kill him.” He scoffed and picked at his nails. He really was mad, and I did agree. It didn’t understand why someone would want to go through that, risk their life chasing a high.

What I didn’t know then was I would be in the middle of the same situation just a few years later. 

I felt like I was moving on autopilot as I walked in through the ambulance bay doors and immediately turned into the lounge. I didn’t want it to get out to Carter that I was there. Five heads snapped to look at me: Kerry, Mark, Peter, Jing-Mei, and Dr. Anspaugh. “Sorry I’m late.” I said, crossing my arms in front of me. “I had to put Meghan to bed.” 

“Thanks for coming Gen.” Kerry said. Mark attempted to stand, to give me the chair, but I shook my head. If I sat down, I didn’t think I’d have the strength to get back up. Reaching it my pocket, I grabbed the vial I had found and placed it on the table. Mark picked it up, studying it. When he got to the label, he closed his eyes and sighed. 

“I should have known.”

“Gen....”

“No, I’m his girlfriend. His partner, the mother of his child. I should have known. And I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“This not on just you.” Kerry said, taking my hand. “You have also been dealing with so much. No one is blaming you.”

I shook my head and pulled away from Kerry, crossing my arms. “So, what’s the plan?” I asked, my voice shaky and rough. 

“We’ve gotten him a space at a rehab that specifically caters to healthcare workers in Atlanta.” Kerry said, smooth and rehearsed. It had to be the second or third time she explained this. “We want to get him on a plane tonight. Right now, if possible.”

“Are you sure right now is the best place? Ambush him at work?”

“We’ve got to do something Gen.” Mark said. “And it needs to be now, or we might not get another chance. And if we do it this way, we can keep this mainly to ourselves instead of getting a committee involved.

I bit my lip and nodded. The group stood and left the lounge, heading to an empty curtain three. “Are you okay?” Chen asked, putting an arm around me. 

I wanted to laugh, to cry, or even scream. But I just shook my head. “No. No, I’m not.” I moved to the back of the room by Benton when Kerry went to go get Carter. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to talk or if I could even look at him. My ears were already starting to ring. Moments later the door opened, and as I took in Carter I started to see all of the things I had tucked away as regular problems: the circles under the eyes, the pale skin, the slight bit of sweat. How could I have been so stupid?

“Oh, God.” Carter chuckled, taking in the scene in front of him. He turned to leave, grabbing the door. “Give me a break.” 

“Carter, just listen.” Mark said, trying to stay neutral. 

He scoffed and turned back into the room. “No, I told you I am on painkillers for my back but I’m functional.”

“Dr. Carter!” Dr. Anspaugh exclaimed when he went for the closed door again. “You would be wise to be quiet and listen.” I raised my head and made direct eye contact with Carter. He shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him. The look of betrayal felt like ice in my bones. 

“My van is parked outside.” Mark began. “You have a ticket to Atlanta. There’s a drug rehab...... There’s a drug rehab center there that specializes in treating doctors with addiction.”

“Well, that’s great but I’m on prescribed painkillers and that doesn’t make me an addict and I think you all know it.”

“I’m not finished!” Mark yelled. It felt so odd to hear that tone from him. It even made me cringe. “It’s apparent to all of us that you have a drug problem. Therefore, we cannot allow you to continue working here or anywhere else as a physician. So, you have two choices: get in the van, go to the airport, check yourself in and when you come back we will support you in any way that we can.”

Carter shrugged and stood up from the wall. “Or I’m fired?”

“Yeah.”

“Everyone in this room cares about you.” Anspaugh added. “No one is judging you.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve already judged me.” He scoffed. “You have no idea what I’ve been through these last few months, but I’ve been here, I’ve showed up. I haven’t made excuses. I haven’t complained.”

“That’s not the point.” Kerry interrupted.

“No, that is the point. Can anybody tell me that, uh, that I have endangered patients? I mean, can anybody here say that my performance has changed? Hmm? That I’m some kind of liability?” His head was swiveling around the room manically, like a cornered animal ready to pounce. 

“John....” Chen started, hesitantly. I guess she would be the prey. “You put a patient into anaphylactic shock by giving her Bactrim when she told you that she was allergic to it.”

“And you almost killed somebody by leaving a guide wire in their chest.” He got right in Chen’s face, with a look that scared me to death. I had never seen him like this. “Is this about mistakes? Hmm? Who here hasn’t made a mistake? Hell, I saved your ass this afternoon.” He gestured to Mark. 

“John, you’ve demonstrated compulsive, drug-seeking behavior.” Kerry warned.

“When? Just tell me when?”

“I think mainlining fentanyl in the trauma room qualifies.”

“Well, I told you I didn’t do that. You want to call me a liar, fine, call me a liar, but I didn’t do that.”

“Okay, show us your wrists.”

“What?”

“Show us your wrist!” Kerry yelled again.

My eyes flickered to his hand and then down to his watch. The same watch I had given to him for his birthday, the day of our first date when I was still newly pregnant with Meghan. I thought back to all of those times he had been with Meghan alone, praying to God he hadn’t been high when I wasn’t there. That would kill me most of all.

“Are we looking for track marks?” He asked, his tone and face still manic.

“Yeah.”

He tsked and held out his arms. “Well, there, see.” He began taking off his lab coat. “Here, want me to roll up my sleeves?”

“Take off your watch.” 

He stopped at that request, the coat still partially hanging off him. He looked at Kerry, before taking a deep breath. “Uh, you know...... you know what? Forget this, forget it.” He balled up the coat and started for the other door. 

“This is your only chance, Carter.”

“Great, I quit.” He exclaimed and threw the coat at Mark before leaving the exam room. 

“Well, is that it?” Anspaugh asked.

“No.” Peter had been quiet the whole time, just like me. He grabbed his jacket and left the room, following after Carter. 

I felt my legs try to give out and caught myself on the gurney. Mark stepped towards me, holding out a hand. “Gen....”

“Don’t touch me.” I warned. 

“Gen.”

“I said don’t touch me.” I pushed Mark’s arm back and stood up straight as angry tears pooled in my eyes. “You lost him. You had one chance and you lost him. Now I have to go home and deal with this, alone.”

“Evie, you’re not a—”

“Yes I am!” I yelled, not recognizing the venom in my voice. I shouldered my purse and left the exam room, my brain working overtime to figure out what to do next. What was going to happen when he got home? Did I need to talk to him? Did I need to keep Meghan away from him? There seemed to be no right answers for the first time in so long. I had let it get this bad. This was my fault. 

I wrapped my arms tightly around my body and left the ambulance bay, hoping I could catch up to them; if I had Peter on my side, maybe it would be better. As I rounded the corner, however, my heart clenched as I saw Peter standing by Mark’s van, with Carter’s head on his chest. He was sobbing. I started walking towards them, but stopped, not knowing if he wanted to see me right now. But Peter must have heard me because he looked up and nodded me over. 

As I slowly made my way over, Carter’s cries become clearer. I put a soft hand on his back, which caused him to flinch and look up. But when he saw me, he broke down all over again and this time fell into my arms. “Evie, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry baby.”

I shushed him. “It’s okay.” I rubbed his back as Peter stepped away from us. I followed his line of sight to the van, and I nodded, a knot building in my throat. Peter returned the gesture and pulled the passenger door open before going to the driver’s side, getting in. 

“Carter.” I said gently, lifting his head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m so sorry.” 

“I know. I know.” I slowly started walking us backwards as to not scare him. 

“I didn’t know how to live with all the pain. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“It’s okay Carter. It’s going to be okay. But I need you to get in the car. Please get in the car.” We were standing in the door opening at this point. I ran a hand through his hair and kissed him. “Baby, please get in the car.”

He hesitantly sat down in the seat, but he quickly looked up at me. “No-no wait. I can’t go. Can I please see Meghan?” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Evie, please let me see her.” Carter cried, shaking his head. “I need to see her.” 

“No, Carter, you need to go.” I said, pushing his legs inside the car and closing the door. “I’ll tell her you love her.” I curled my fingers over the partially raised window. “We’ll be okay. I love you. You need to go.” I looked at Peter. “You need to go.” 

Peter nodded and turned the car on, the engine roaring to life. “Evie, please.” Carter begged. 

“I love you.” I said, swallowing and stepping back from the car. “I love you.” 

And with that, Peter drove off. 

As the car disappeared down the street, I sunk down to the ground, holding my knees as I stayed there, frozen, unable to move. Puffs of breath left my mouth as I sobbed and shook right out there on the sidewalk. But I didn’t feel the cold. It was the last thing on my mind. 

Suddenly, a jacket was placed over my shoulders, causing me to flinch. I looked up, seeing the broken face of Luka. He bent down beside me, looking just as exhausted as I was. “Rough night?” I asked, my voice so uneven with emotion, I barely recognized it.

“Yes. You too?”

“Yeah.” I used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe my face. “I really don’t want to be here right now.”

He nodded and grabbed me, helping me to stand. “Do you want me to take you home?” 

“I really don’t want to go home either.” 

“I think I know the perfect place.”

I made it back to the mansion a little after 6 AM the next morning. Corrine thankfully took care of Meghan for the rest of the night, and I found my baby still asleep in her crib when I returned. So innocent and small. Luka had graciously taken me to get something to eat and proceeded to let me get really drunk before I slept it off on his couch. He didn’t pry about why I was upset, and I didn’t bother him with his reason. I was thankful for the chance to just be numb for a little bit; I probably wouldn’t get another one. But now it was time to face the music and the reality of my new situation.

I changed clothes, brushed my teeth, and headed down to the dining room, baby monitor strapped to my jeans. Both John and Millicent were already seated, enjoying their coffee and newspapers, none the wiser about what had happened the night before. I felt like I was going to puke, but I had to be the one to do this. I had to be strong right now for the both of us. 

“Good morning, Genevieve.” Millicent said as a plate of food and a glass of orange juice was placed in front of me. “Is John still sleeping upstairs?”

I took a deep breath and looked up at the staff. “Could we please have a moment?” I asked. They nodded and left the three of us alone. Both Millicent and John were concerned by this point, putting down their papers and looking at me. “Genevieve, what’s going on?” Mr. Carter asked. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself not to cry. “John isn’t upstairs. He’s in Atlanta.”

“Atlanta? What the hell is he doing in Atlanta?” 

“He never mentioned anything to us.” Millicent added. 

“It was not planned.” I said, gripping the dining table. “Mr. and Mrs. Carter, John is in Atlanta because he’s going to a rehab specifically for doctors.” 

 “Rehab?! What the hell is he in rehab for?”

“Carter was stealing fentanyl from work. A coworker caught him with a syringe, and I found another vial in a bed side table upstairs.”                   

There was a lot of yelling after that. 

[matrixbearer2024]

Subtlety

(TFOne Orion Pax x TFOne D-16)

A/N: Yes they're cute, yes they're stupid. It's one of my personal HC's that Orion likes shiny things because Dee is freaking SILVER there is no way that Orion sees a shiny rock and doesn't have neuron activation. Anyway have the two idiots being idiots in love because I had angst earlier let's have disgustingly diabetic fluff.

Synopsis: Orion Pax is typically a very silly bot, D-16 on the other hand— not nearly as much. Thing is, Orion Pax is also very emotionally obtuse. D-16 is emotionally constipated, but he's not blind. One of the times D-16 bothers to slam Orion over the head with his feelings expecting the usual reaction of it flying over Orion's helm. Imagine his surprise when it's the one time Orion finally gets it.

D-16 knew Orion Pax was many things.

Reckless. A dreamer. An unrepentant optimist. A chatterbox of the highest order— traits that D-16 had, over time, begrudgingly learned to tolerate. And then, with a bit more time, began to find… endearing. Charming, even.

But if there was one thing D-16 would never, ever associate with Orion Pax, it was emotional literacy.

On more occasions than he cared to count, it had nearly gotten them both into trouble. Not that Orion ever realized it— not until he was already knee-deep in slag and D-16 was yanking him out of another mess like a weary older friend with a patience quota rapidly running out.

Sometimes, it was endearing. Other times, it was downright frustrating. But most of the time? Dee just chalked it up to Orion being, well… Orion. It wasn’t harmful, not really. Just— exhausting, sometimes. But never unwelcome.

Like today.

Orion was off poking his helm into Primus-knows-what while D-16 trundled along behind, pushing a cart piled with their mining gear. By now, he had long since stopped counting the number of times Orion had used that very cart to hide away like some overgrown sparkling looking to avoid work or guards.

Trouble either found Orion, or Orion found it.

Whichever came first.

"Dee! Look at what I found!"

The shout echoed across the cavern walls with all the enthusiasm of a sparkling who had discovered a shiny rock— and with Orion, that wasn’t far off. D-16 let out a long, weary sigh— equal parts tired and amused. That was the fifth time this cycle Orion had called him over with the same declaration.

Earlier, it had been miscellaneous scrap, weird gears, and one mysterious cube that might have once been part of a ventilation unit. D-16 had begun preparing himself to be presented with a rusted servo or an ancient socket wrench next.

"What is it this time, Pax?"

"Look! Look!"

Orion bounded over with a grin that could only be described as dangerously eager, both servos clutched tightly around something small and squishy. D-16 braced himself.

And then he saw the color.

That very specific shade of violet.

"Is that—?!"

"Yeah! I found a Megatronus plushie! Here!"

Before D-16 could even react, the plushie was thrust into his hands like it was some ancient relic of untold value. And for a moment… maybe it was.

Dee stared.

It was Megatronus. Well, a stylized version. The detailing had been softened for its plush format— smoothed out edges, a rounded helm, little button-like optics— but it was unmistakably him. D-16 didn’t know how Orion had managed to dig something like this up, and frankly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask.

Truth be told, Orion had stashed the gift earlier with plans to surprise his dear friend. Finding it wasn't an accident at all, just well timed execution on Orion's part.

When he finally managed to look up again, Orion was vibrating with glee. Practically buzzing with secondhand excitement, as if he had just received the gift. Which— technically— he hadn’t.

Dee was still too stunned to process it.

"You… got this for me?"

"Of course!" Orion beamed. "Who else would I have gotten it for?"

A rhetorical question. One they both already knew the answer to.

Orion leaned in, grinning like a fool, and poked one of the plushie’s chubby cheeks. "It’s cute, right?"

"It’s—" D-16 hesitated. Then, without blinking, he said flatly, "I could kiss you right now, Pax."

Orion exploded into laughter.

He reeled back, a vivid blue flush coloring his faceplate, hands flailing slightly in comic disbelief.

"You—! You can’t just say things like that!"

D-16 raised a brow. He hadn’t even smirked. Deadpan delivery and all. Honestly, he had meant it… kind of. Mostly. Enough that it could be dismissed as a joke if needed. That’s how these things usually went.

He could say almost anything, and Orion wouldn’t pick up on the actual intention behind it. Or if he did, he never said anything. Never reacted. And so, D-16 had learned to expect absolutely nothing from these exchanges. He threw words into the void and assumed Orion would never realize what they were actually laced with.

Just like always.

"If I knew you’d be that happy," Orion wheezed through his fading laughter, "I’d have gotten it for you sooner!"

D-16 stared at him, unamused. He always said that. Every time he gave Dee something— especially something related to Megatronus. As if this was new. As if this wasn’t a trend.

"It’s a really cute toy, don’t you think?"

Orion patted the plushie’s tiny helm affectionately, still grinning. The toy sat, absurdly, in D-16’s powerful servos like it belonged there. Small, ridiculous, iconic. The coolest Prime himself, reduced to a soft, marketable figure carried around by sparklings and now— apparently— him.

And yet, D-16 didn’t let go.

"Yeah. It’s like you."

That single sentence derailed every functioning thought in Orion’s processor.

His entire train of logic screeched to a catastrophic halt. Circuits tripped. Cooling vents stalled. The mental equivalent of a twenty-car pileup unfolded in his helm.

He’d been fishing for a snarky jab— maybe a teasing, "Megatronus isn’t cute, he’s cool,"— but instead D-16 had taken his casual comment and launched it back at his face like a full-speed data spike to the processor.

It hit. Hard.

Because normally, Dee didn’t double down on comments like that. Sure, he teased. He was excellent at teasing— especially since he knew exactly how easily Orion could be flustered. But that? That was too pointed. Too clean. Too loaded.

D-16 continued thumbing over the seams of the plushie in his servos, completely casual. Gentle, even. Like the little toy had his full attention. Meanwhile, Orion stood there visibly overheating, steam practically hissing from his vents while his armor thrummed a shade too warm.

Was Dee doing this on purpose?

Or was this one of those freak accidents where he accidentally said something that sounded like a confession and then just… meandered on like nothing happened?

Orion couldn’t tell. He wanted to believe it was unintentional. But he also couldn’t breathe properly.

"Pax? You good?"

Orion blinked. D-16 was staring at him, expression unreadable, like he hadn’t just dropped a live emotional grenade directly into his spark chamber. There was no way— no way in the Pit— that Dee didn’t realize what he just said.

"Do I look okay?"

Orion rasped, voice cracking like a faulty audio chip. He suddenly felt like he’d been caught eavesdropping on a secret he had no business hearing.

D-16 tilted his helm, brow furrowing. He looked genuinely confused.

And Orion wanted to implode.

"Why are you overheating? Was it something I said?"

Orion had to resist the urge to take the energon drill from the cart and thwap Dee over the helm with it. Instead, he crossed his arms with a dramatic huff, cheeks glowing an unmistakable blue. The sheer amount of energon flooding his faceplates had him steaming like a freshly overclocked core processor.

"More like something you unknowingly admitted…"

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake.

Primus frag it. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

D-16’s optics widened in understanding— but before Orion could scramble for a backpedal, a loud, genuine, full-bellied laugh burst from Dee’s chassis.

Not a chuckle. Not a sly snort. A laugh.

A big one.

Orion stared, dumbfounded.

He had never been more confused in his entire life.

"You’re only realizing that now?" D-16 wheezed between laughs.

He looked like he was on the verge of keeling over— not because the situation was that funny, but because he was that embarrassed and trying very hard to hide it behind amusement. His servos half-covered his face as he tried (and failed) to compose himself.

Orion, meanwhile, was having a small existential crisis.

Of all the times for him to finally see the writing on the wall, today had to be the day he found it painted in bright bold purple ink. Blinking. With neon arrows pointing right at it.

So much for subtlety.

"W-Well! I didn’t know you thought of me like—!"

"I like you, Orion."

Dee’s voice cut clean through his sentence— calm, certain, and devastatingly direct. The laughter vanished as fast as it had come. D-16 wasn’t smirking anymore.

And Orion froze.

Before he could make a sound, Dee raised a servo— silent, but clear. Wait.

"No. I don’t mean that as friends."

Orion’s neural network flatlined.

His optics widened, a bright blue blush racing across his faceplates, heat seeping out of every armor seam like a boiling kettle about to whistle. Venting wasn’t helping. His cooling fans had already kicked into high gear, but the sheer magnitude of secondhand (and firsthand) embarrassment had him utterly glowing.

It wasn’t that he disliked the confession. He didn’t. Not at all.

But did Dee have to be so… so blunt about it?

He didn’t even get a moment to breathe.

"I— what am I even supposed to say?! How do you respond to that?!"

Orion finally managed to squeak, his audials flicking backward in sheer emotional distress. And that was saying something— he normally had impeccable control over those twitchy little things. Even D-16 blinked in surprise, watching them fold back like flustered wings.

He wisely chose not to comment.

Not while Orion was busy imploding like a dying star right in front of him.

"You can’t just— just say something like that, Dee!"

"Why not? It’s true."

Orion chucked a rock at him.

D-16 swatted it aside with all the grace of someone who definitely deserved it, but wasn’t going to admit that out loud. The whole situation had descended into chaos— cute chaos— but chaos nonetheless.

Still, the only thing that really began to concern Dee was the fact that Orion hadn’t said anything substantial back. Just a lot of flailing. And overheating. And squeaking. Which, sure, was on brand— but still.

"You know," Dee started gently, "you don’t have to—"

"ILIKEYOUTOO!!"

The sheer volume of the outburst sent D-16 bolting upright, optics wide, nearly dropping the Megatronus plushie in the process.

Orion stood there, fists clenched at his sides, faceplates glowing with enough heat to light up the whole damn tunnel. A couple of helms turned curiously in their direction, but Orion was too far gone to notice— caught in a spiral of panic, pride, and something vaguely resembling triumph.

"I’m not joking!" he added quickly, nearly tripping over his own words. "I just— I didn’t know how to say it… not really."

That made D-16 smile.

It was small at first— faint and a little crooked— but real. He gently set the Megatronus plushie down atop the pile of tools in the cart beside them. Then, without saying a word, he reached forward and pulled Orion toward him.

It wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t dramatic.

It was just— right.

Orion blinked once, twice, before realizing he’d been yanked into a solid, grounding hug. A warm, bracing kind of embrace. One that wrapped around him without pressure, without expectation— just… presence.

He hesitated, then melted. Arms lifting to return the gesture, burying his face into Dee’s shoulder with a breathy laugh.

"You really don’t do subtle, do you?"

Orion mumbled into the metal there, voice muffled by embarrassment and affection.

D-16 smirked.

Then, with the most infuriating playfulness imaginable, he flicked one of Orion’s audials.

"Hey!" Orion yelped, pulling back with a scandalized look— more startled than hurt, which was exactly what Dee had been going for.

Orion retaliated with a light kick to his pede.

D-16 snorted.

"Around you?" he drawled, looking entirely too smug. "Absolutely not, sweetspark."

Orion’s fans whined in protest— full blast, overclocked, shrieking their dismay as his cooling system struggled to recover from the emotional whiplash.

D-16 couldn’t help it. He laughed again— full and rich, spark lighter than it had felt in ages.

Primus bless him, but finally.

Orion Pax had gotten the fragging hint.

Even if it took a Megatronus plushie, five verbal landmines, and a confession louder than a collapsing mineshaft. Subtle? Maybe not. Worth it? Absolutely.

And if Orion’s helm ended up tucked under Dee’s chin for the rest of their break, neither of them said a word about it.

Because sometimes, the loudest confessions were the ones that left you standing in the aftermath… still smiling.

A/N: Your honor they're idiots. Also if you want me to write a certain prompt with these two or if you have ideas, HCs etc. that you want to share— feel free to drop it into my askbox!

[igotanidea]

Silly little human: Jason Todd x reader

AKA: the one when she's not perfect and it's perfectly okay.

(I think I might be a little too much into my own feelings today.)

***

„I am not too much.” She admitted proudly, the second the apartment door closed behind her.

Jason raised his gaze from the book he’s been reading on the couch.

“And that bright conclusion came from what exactly?”

“Observation?”

“Well then, good for you.” He was back in the lecture, paying no attention to her words whatsoever.

“Jason!’

“Yes, munchkin?”

“Aren’t you gonna – argue?”

Jason raised his gaze again, scanning her face and gestures, trying despereately to read between the lines.

“Do you… Want me to argue?”

“No?” Y/N half-whimpered finally letting her guard down.

“Okay.” His heavy sigh was followed by placing the book on the table and pulling her into his lap, alongside with wrapping arms around her. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to be human!” finally the guard was down and her voice lost the feigned confidence.

“Now, that is new…”

“Stop mocking me!”

“Wouldn’t dare. But do you care to elaborate? When did you suddenly start wishing to turn into robot?”

“Since I’m flawed!”

“Uh-huh…” He still didn’t understand a thing, but nodding seemed like a safer option at the moment.

“Humans are flawed! I don’t want to be flawed! Flawed means I’m imperfect! And if I’m imperfect than no one will like me so I don’t want to be human!” Y/N exclaimed pulling back to look at him, explaining her inner torment like she was talking to a five year old kid. Missing only the fact that her own reasoning was one of the kindergartener.

“So…. You don’t want to be human.” He put on his calmest expression, since laughing at her face would only get her more agitated and he desperately needed his girl back.  

“Yes! I mean – no! I mean – “

“So you want to be an AI.” The words came as such a surprise that Y/N was left speechless with her mouth open.

“Wait- what? I didn’t – “

“You don’t want to be human.” He started counting putting one finger up, the other hand still firmly resting on her waist. “You don’t want feelings. But you want to be perfect. You’re describing one of those AI girlfriends bots to me.”

“I – “

“How did it go in that stupid phone ad?” Jason scratched his head. “Oh yeah, she always have time for you, she does whatever you want, talk about whatever interests you –“

“Wait a second, that’s not – “

“Oh, that’s not what you meant huh?” he teased. “I think it’s just that. And did you even stop to think about me in this little ex machina scenario of yours?”

“What do you--?”

“I want real¸ Y/N. Damn, that bots scare the hell out of me! I want you to be flawed, I want you to be human. And most importantly I want you to be human with me!”

“Oh, but –“

“No.” he placed not just a finger but whole palm on her mouth. Way more effective way to shut her up. “Human.” He pointed at himself “Human.” Then he pointed at her. “Love.”

“Mhmhmp.” She muttered against his hand.

“No, you are not too much as you so eloquently put.”

“mhmmmhmh”

“Sorry hun, can’t hear you.”

“mmmm!”

“see If you were an AI app I would just turn my phone off and have some peace and quiet. But since I have a breathing, walking, talking 3D girl, I guess I’ll just have to hold  you until you turn into a cuddly cat.”

“That actually doesn’t sound half-bad-“

“See? It wasn’t really that hard was it? Next time, just tell me you need hugs so I won’t have to make it into a guessing game.”

He swiftly switched positions, rolling on the side and spooning her from behind.

“Jace?” she hummed, turning from a bad Stich to good Stich in a blink of an eye.

“Hush, terror. I’m reading.” His arm pulled her closer in both a sign of reassurance and a silent warning.

“You’re going to tease me about it forever, right?”

“Of course. I mean come on – I don’t want to be human? Next time you’re gonna tell me you regret not being a water flea or something. Now be quiet and maybe I’ll read to you in my voice and not some artificial substitute-“

[redhoodsdeer]

nonsense (in love!reader x bf!jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where when your eyes meet his, your mind goes blank with nothing but how much you lovingly adore every detail of the rugged, broken man who wakes up next to you every day. or, when jason admires back.

a/n: i'm back! i know i really really disappeared this time, but tbh, i felt absolutely no inspiration at all, i couldn't write one line without thinking it was awful, but i really like this one, it's one of my personal favorites, and i hope you enjoy reading just as much as i liked to write it, it's just the sweetest fluffest cutest thing ever, and has one my fav things ever, green eyes jason

english is not my first language

Even on the quietest nights, like a thursday night when he chose to hang with you, the streets were calm, at least for gotham, and the couch felt extra comfortable, his chest was like a cloud under your head after a day that was too exhaustive for someone who only had time for a cup of coffee before having to run off to work.

An old movie was playing on the tv, the movie sounding like background noise, because now, there, in the calm of your apartment, with his arms around you, your head on his chest and you curled up together, all you could think about was how you could have been so lucky. Jason was like the universe had decided to reward you for a bad childhood with the best thing that could have happened, with the person who understood you the most. And when your eyes met his focused face in the black and white scenes on the screen, everything seemed worse, because now your little head was empty, nothing but nonsense was going through it, it was just him.

Your eyes never got tired of admiring him, night after night going to sleep next to him, and before closing your eyes, knowing that the dreams would be good, because it was his arms around your waist.

And, damn, you could only think nonsense in moments like this, because his hands lovingly caressing the exposed skin of your waist always made you wander.

The laugh got out before you could hold it back, at the silly thought that crossed your mind, his eyes focusing on you almost at the same instant, mostly because it was a tragic point in the movie, the main love interest was dying or something, you stopped watching about forty minutes in when you got lost in how green his eyes were.

His confused expression stared at you with a silly smile, because your laugh would never stop being interesting to him.

"I was thinking about something so silly, did you know that sometimes I still get nervous when I see you? Like a teenager girl or something."

And of course she wasn't going to say that happened all the time, because in her eyes, every detail of him was angelic. "Like, it's stupid, but I can't help myself when you get close to me." She smiles through her laughter, which only brings a bigger smile to his face. "Jay, it's like my tongue goes numb, sounds like 'bleh-blah-bleh'."

"Oh, stop, I'm getting flustered," he teases, as he plays with your hair in such a nice way that it makes you want to sink deeper and deeper into his chest, until you two merge into one.

"No, stop, I'm serious, I might change your contact to 'don't leave me alone,'" she teased, laughing as she shifted so she was on top of him, your faces pressed together as she leaned in for a gentle kiss, you two only separating when the the air seemed to disappear from your lungs.

"I'm starting to think you're only with me for kisses," you hear him say, your face less than inches away, an arrogant grin on his face that you knew was anything but truly arrogant.

"Maybe, I might have started because of the kisses, but who knows, maybe I'll stick for the content." You smile almost against his lips, stealing a cheeky kiss, pulling away with your head tilted slightly to the side, as if you were analyzing him. "Nah, just the kisses." your voice comes out as if, at that same moment, he wasn't everything that was on your mind.

He rolls his bright green eyes playfully, turning you around so easily, as if you were a doll. You didn't think you were heavy, but he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, and that always left your cheeks burning.

He starts leaving kisses all over your face, intentionally tickling you in the process, your laughter quickly filling the room. "Then I better make it worth it, huh?" And there, all that was going through your head was how much you loved this man.

On a sunday afternoon that you two optionally spent hidden in jason's favorite bookstore, it was a small, cozy place, downtown, but hidden enough for only locals to frequent, the bookstore's coffee was terrible, but the friendly old man who always tried to convince you to buy dostoevsky, even if you had already read it a thousand times, and the warm atmosphere made it worth it.

Jason was sitting on one of the couches tucked away in the back of the bookstore, you two having been there so many times that you had already memorized the path to the comfy couch behind the sci-fi slash period romance section.

You were walking nearby, down the fantasy aisle, as if you hadn't seen each of those books twenty times and read at least half of them, coming back with a book that had everything to be horrible, but you were more than willing to risk it, and finding your boyfriend lost in the reading (thirtieth rereading) of some Jane Austen classic, his green eyes scanning the page, his leather jacket placed next to him on the couch as if he were saving your seat, his hair slightly messy, and a little wet from the snow that was now starting to melt, thanks to the heater, older than safer in the place.

And he looked so comfortable, like he belonged there, and like you belonged right next to him, that again, your mind forgot about the maybe traumatic fantasy book in your hand, and everything else as your eyes focused on the figure sitting in front of you, too focused on the book to notice his girlfriend leaning against a bookshelf staring at him with hearts in her eyes.

After a while, you recovered from the fog that take over your mind every time you stared too much at your boyfriend's sinfully handsome features, and slowly walked to the couch, as if you hadn't spent the last five minutes staring at him like a lovesick teenager.

He pulled his jacket almost without thinking when you arrived, placing it over your shoulders and waiting for you to settle down next to him, you settled down, you read for the rest of the afternoon, he noticed your stolen glances in his direction here and there, he didn't say anything, you knew he had seen you staring at him like a fool, you didn't say anything.

On a surprisingly calm monday morning, you were enjoying your few days off, and the even more limited, days that coincided with Jason's day off from patrol. At nine in the morning, when he got up (after you had turned off his alarm so he could sleep more, knowing how tiring the last night was), he found you in the kitchen, wearing an oversized band t-shirt that you had stolen from his things, and an apron that originally said 'Kiss the Cook', gifted to him as a joke by his brothers. After Dick found him making brownies (which you had taught him), they wouldn't leave him alone for a week, and in retaliation, he corrected the apron to a humorous 'Kill the Cook' with a red fabric pen, which caused more bleeding than writing, leaving the letters L bloodier than expected. You thought the t-shirt was hilarious, and since then you always wore it to cook.

He was leaning against the kitchen door, silent, only wearing his sweatpants, because last night was especially warm, Gotham's summer was always like a tease straight from hell, you were so focused on fervently mix the bowl full of cookie dough in your hands, that you didn't even notice him leaning against the door, just as you didn't notice the flour on your face, and covering a part of your shirt.

Your distraction gave him more than enough time for him to admire you this time, your hair messy from the long night of sleep, your flour-stained clothes, your flour-stained face, contorted and focused on stirring the heavy dough in your hand, because of course you didn't pick up the mixer, anyone else would have said you were a mess, but, God, you looked magnificent in his eyes, his shirt on you making something warm squirm in his chest, a smile taking over his face, because, how did he get so lucky?

He finally moved himself away from the kitchen door, his eyes still glued to you as he silently walked towards you, his head resting on your shoulder and giving you a slight surprise, which only made his smirk grow.

"You're baking cookies at nine in the morning on a monday?" he asks, his voice still thick with sleep.

Her previously focused face lit up the second his voice rang out "I remembered you saying you missed my cookies, I couldn't let that go" she smiled, turning her head to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, spiderman style, since his head was still on her shoulder and she had to turn her head slightly upside down.

"See, you keep proving that you're only here for my kisses," he says playfully, still on her lips, before pulling away from the kiss and her shoulder and taking his place leaning against the counter next to her, scrambling any coherent thoughts she might have.

"I never denied it," she shrugged with a small smile, placing the container in his hands and gesturing for him to start stirring as she walked away to look for the vanilla extract.

"You know, now I understand what you meant," he says, making her eyes meet his curiously, a slight 'hmm' murmured in a doubtful tone as she turns to open a cabinet, and coincidentally hide the blush that has taken over her face. "What do you mean, Jay?" She asks vaguely, trying to think of anything else to chase away the blush, and again, failing, because her head was full of 'jason jason jason', as it happened every time.

"I'll be honest, looking at you got me thinking nonsense," he says, his voice husky as he slowly mix the cookie dough. "It's like cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in," he says, a smile on his face that says it all, shows it all, how madly in love he is with her. And when she turns around, no vanilla extract in her hand, a blush on her cheeks, and a smile that says exactly the same thing, he knows she's the one.

"You're insane, Jay, and I love you for this."

[kokii-omii]

how would satomi react to meeting some of your twst ocs? i’ve been following since all the way back to the jjk era and i kinda miss the sillies 🥺

im gonna answer this in a way where Satomi is Yuu and got sent into twst (im also gonna be using pre Shibuya Satomi and not post cuz pre Shibuya tomi was low key funny as hell, she doesn't have Shiori with her here to make everything funnier)

im gonna list off the boys she'd beef with on a list of most beef to least: Ezmond, Viri , Leo, Peyn, the twins but more on Alfred, Lulu but in the way of "you're hot and a snob and i hate that you're hot"

she'd get along with: Pan , Maddie, Krohn, and Razi

in a more meta perspective she's crying screaming and punching the air cuz she got put on the shelf for these boys

the rest under the cut is just gonna be me yapping about how Satomi would be as Yuu

imagine being that one person in your friend group that low key has no abilities (we don't count maki cuz she got wack ass strength and Satomi doesn't)

and then you get isekaid to a place with magic and you STILL don't have any abilities? id crash out

her ass is fighting Riddle, you expect the girl whose older brother is Gojo Satoru, to follow the rules?? yeah no she's fucking shit up with her will and spite alone

will stick to trey a lot, the younger siblingism is real and gravitates to any older brother figure

Cater is big brother number 2

adeuce? yeah those are her boys, her stupid boys

her and jack would get along, cuz he'd see her determination to get stronger and they'd be each others homies

her and ruggie are food buddies

she'd beef with leona and vice versa cuz they both kinda have the same upbringing, the younger sibling to someone important and powerful in their society, and often be cast off as irrelevant, but the only difference is that Satomi perseveres and looks up to her brother instead of resenting him like leona does

beefs with all of octavinelle, next question

would get along with Kalim really well, they both have white hair and are very cheery , immediately besties right there, however in turn she'd beef with Jamil cuz he reminds her of a certain snake girl with an eye patch who can control people (she's not dating hime yet atp so they're still in their yuri rivalry)

Epel and Satomi are twins, they're literally the same person, tiny baby face and wants to be seen as strong, that's her bestie right there (who cares if she's like a year older than him)

idk how she'd feel about Rook tbh, he's weird but him being an archer would remind her of a certain bf she has/had

Vil and Satomi would beef because Satomi is naturally beautiful- her genetics blessed her- and worst part is she doesn't do much in terms of skincare or hair care, them gojo genes did her great, Satomi has what I would describe to be a face of an angel, like she had a fanclub in her middle school days

Vil's problem with her would be that her beauty is all natural for her , and also her chopped ass haircut

Idia would call Satomi an anime protag, cuz her hair , her personality her backstory etc, he'd try avoiding her hard but that's not happening cuz now he's gonna be her emo friend (she has experience in making emo friends)

her and Ortho would also be besties

she'd get along with the diafam honestly, well maybe not sebek cuz her ass hates his type

but her and silver are the real twins, white silvery hair and blueish eyes? people would think they're related

lilia adopts another kid hooray

malleus? another dark haired green eyed reptilian baddie for her to charm, kidding- but they'd be friends

[dinolich]

Hiro and Bea Fun Facts

HIRO

Favorite show is Ghost Scramblers, and idolizes it’s host Jak Zagans (based on one of MY favorite shows— Ghost Adventures hosted by Zak Bagans)

Runs a blog on paranormal incidents around town for a very tiny audience, it’s mostly BS and conjecture, but he’s passionate about it

First learned how to fight with swords at an anime convention workshop, and even took classes outside of that for a while.

Really into anime, especially in the vein of in-universe shows that would similar to Death Note or Paranoia Agent

Has a younger sister, and they are African-American (dad) and Japanese (mom)

He’s very much inspired by John Boyega in on of my favorite movies of all time, Attack the Block

Takes things extremely seriously, even if it seems silly to his peers, which leads to an off-putting personality to most

Bea is the only one who really understands where he’s coming from. They’re both too intense in different ways.

The two of them have a shared love of horror media (movies, anime, manga etc) but also stupid action movies like Fast and the Furious

After his flip phone was turned into a frog, he kept it as a pet. It’s name is T9.

BEA

Has an indeterminate number of rats. Some of them are named Neil, Ratatouille, Gonzo and Pockets

She also keeps treats in her pockets for rats she encounters in the streets.

Would you believe I designed her hair to look like rat ears

Her distaste for Halloween comes from her family taking it so seriously and usually needing to help with the yearly home made haunt instead of getting to run around the neighborhood as a kid

Despite this, she loves horror movies and has a big soft spot for puppetry and practical effects stemming from her dad and brother

Middle child in a family of three, Lucas is younger, Parker goes to a local college for theater tech. Hank is a single dad.

Really good at rhythm games

Perfectly content in keeping a select few friends. She cares immensely about her best friend Hiro, despite her cold demeanor. 

Reluctantly edits for Hiro’s blog, mostly to make sure he doesn’t make himself look TOO crazy

Bea's full name is Beatrix

Additionally— their dynamic is a blend of Mulder and Scully + Dib and Gaz + Ash and Misty

[sabxhere]

BWHWHWNNWNWNW I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME REPLYING TO YOU, BUT LIKE, I SAW YOUR TAGS AND I WAS LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET SO SO FAST AHHHHHHH, YOU GET THAT, YOU SO GET ITTTTTTT, SMILING SO BIG💖💖💖💖💖I wanted to give a bit of a better explanation of it, I fear I will YAPPPP so feel free to ignore if you want, just know your words made me really happy and I wanted to explain my thought process while making this, RIZZING UP A LOVE SHOT PETEY INDEED, HAHAHAHA

OHHHHH, NO FOR SURESIES, while making this animatic I wanted to portray two aspects of dogman: one, the need to save the city and turn petey back to normal, and the other the indecisiveness and hesitation he feels about doing so. If I made this entire song an animatic, I think I would have put a beginning scene, before the very first lyrics, with dogman being like "oh boy,,,I dunno if I can do this" but then looking at one of petey's wanted posters and steeling himself, knowing he wants to bring him petey to his normal, if not evil self.

I talked about this a bunch with nom, and our thought process was basically "ohhhh, they're both touch starved af huh" cause this takes place before lp's birth, so petey still has no one to rely on, and dogman is living alone without knight and alice. So they're both very lonely (and they both have their gay obsession with each other, what is WROOOOOONG with them!!!!) and petey while under the effects of the love ray is a pain in the ass, overly flirty and a general menace, but he...doesn't hate dogman. And dogman ofc doesn't want him to be love rayed forever, but he does wish things could be different, that petey wouldn't hate him and maybe even be something akin to friends, in a different universe. And, he does wish petey would care for him for real, because he misses being cared that much

Love rayed petey is THE WORSTTTT, such a menace and little shit, and only thinks of and flirts with dm obnoxiously 24/7, BUT!!!! When dogman seems to correspond his affection, in the appetite animatic, he's like "OH MY GOD, IT'S HAPPENING??? IS IT REALLY HAPPENING??? COULD IT BE??? I'M WINNING I'M WINNING WBHWHWHWJWJWJW" and while the way he expresses his emotions is obviously exaggerated and ridiculous, normal petey does have still a fixation on dogman, BRO BUILT A LOVE RAY AND WANTED TO HIT HIM, ummmm, that's hella gay, methinks☝️BWHAHAHAHAH/SILLY

So!!! While dogman is like "lemme try to distract him like this so I can do [Insert Important Plot Related Thing Here"], he feels a bit uncomfy cause 1. HE ISN'T A CHARMER, HE NEVER DID SUCH A THING, THIS IS WORKING???? HOW??? 2. cause he knows it's terribly ooc of petey, to act this way and 3. because he in part feels guilty about wishing part of it could be real (the care)

My shayla is feeling conflicteddddd, YEAH THE FINAL PART WAS REFERRED TO DM BEING LIKE "why did I do that??? what just happened??? OH MY GOD, WHY AM I BLUSHING???" GIGGLING💖💖💖💖

SMIRKING EVILLY, HAHAHHAHAA, YEPPPP, petey doesn't remember all the details of what happened, just has vague memories of some instances, BUT HE DEFINITELY LEFT A MARK. EVERYWHERE. CAUSE BRO COULDN'T STFU ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTED THAT STUPID DOG, we were imagining so many stupid scenarios of stuff he did, hehehe, I drew a few with him taking a lotttt of photos and doing ig lives or whatever cause he wanted everyone to see how much he loves him, BWHAHAHAHAHAH, AT THE END OF IT ALL, PETEY IS JUST LIKE "WHAT. THE FUCK. HAPPENED." but also definitely keeps the folder with all of dm's pictures in his phone, HEHEHEHEHE/SILLY

Thank you again, I had so much fun reading your tags!!! SORRY FOR KINDA PUTTING YOU ON THE SPOT, IT WASN'T MY INTENTION, hope you have a very nice day/night, cause you sure made mine, hehe!!! Thank you for the chance to yap about my silly animatic, giggling💖💖💖💖

Short animatic based on this AMAZING, HILARIOUS and extremely silly what if scenario made by @empressnom THAT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS OH GOD PLEASE SEND HELP BWBWHSNSNSJSSJSJ

I think this song would fit well a possible scenario where dm needs to do something to save the day, but needs to distract his stupid, lovesick ass, HAHAHAA💖💖💖

Some of my favourite images are under the cut + some bonuses!!!

+ bonus of the beginning of the song that I couldn’t fit in

Aaaand one more drawing for the lyrics “I spent my time mad at you” HAHAHAHAHA

[egophiliac]

I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?

I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.