#can't tag people for some reason but eh it's the thoughts that counts

[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

ThanCole stole SniperSpy’s wedding outfits >:3c

Bit o’ a cheeky bonus to the WoLCred week thingy and also a tribute to @kirame90​ ‘s SniperSpy comic series. Y’all should check it out, especially if you’re into TF2 and, most importantly, a fellow SniperSpy shipper like me.

I encountered that SniperSpy comic, like, 2 or 3 months ago as it’s coming closer to conclusion. Word cannot describe how I feel about the comic series, but it made me laugh and cry and feel all sorts of feelings. I admire how the story told, how the couple having to deal with their blooming relationship, the comedy that is the other mercs, Sniper’s parents, the exploration of Spy’s past and how it affects him till present day. Highly recommend you to read it. Be warned that it’s a long read, but I promise it’s worth the journey. You can start reading it from page one over here :3c

As for the glam itself, finding Spy’s tuxedo wasn’t hard as there’s a couple of good tux top in FFXIV and I managed to work out his corsage with a yellow hyacinth corsage for the yellow leaves and a purple carnation earring for the small flower. Alas, you can’t layer headgears so no baclava/ninja mask. As for Sniper’s, while I managed to find a good fit, it’s sadly missing the tie. On the other hand, I like the bracelet (iirc it’s a StormBlood dungeon drop) as his wristwatch.

Overall, I’m really proud of this getup. Might post it to Eorzea Collection if I feel like it uwub

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Feel like I wanna include this here as well. @miqomischief​ , I found you out from Biff and while I don’t know much about you just yet, I’m sending all my supports and positive thoughts at your direction OwO/ Hope your journey is a fulfilling one. ‘Tis ain’t much, just a self-indulgence, but I’d like to share you my WoLCred ship all the same. And, hey! If you want and you’re into TF2 as well, maybe you can check out the comic I linked above. Who knows if it can brighten your day or at least amuse you :3 ------

Bonus under the cut:

ThanCole demands a costume switch while implicitly roasting Sniper’s sense of fashion

*For context, a Gunbreaker’s weapon is a sword... that can shoot magic boolets

[seangelfish]

Our favourite items

Ritsu Sakuma x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, casual romance, really wholesome, INTRO IS REALLY LONG, SORRY!, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 2,215 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Meowsketeers scout story in which this card is featured in. I've been trying to read the scout stories since I never read them, and I thought that this one would be cute to add the reader in! Please note that this fic does not stay true to the story, but it has taken bits from it. A/N: There needs to be more Ritsu x reader fics.

Drenched in sweat, Ritsu slowly woke up from his nap in the ES gardens. His mind was still filled with thoughts of what happened the other day when Tsukasa confronted and withdrew some of the new members of Knights.

Ritsu pitied them, but what was said was the mere truth. That's the way Knights operated, it was never a unit to have fun with as an idol. But seeing those tearful faces did take a toll on him.

At that moment, Ritsu felt something heavy weighing on him. It wasn't what happened that day, but something physical that he could feel near his stomach.

'Who is it? Am I being attacked? It's not those pranks Tsukipi set up, right?' he thought tiredly. Unless it's (Y/N)...? No... she said she'd be busy today–

Ritsu was getting annoyed. "Hold on. You don't disturb people when they're sleeping!" he groaned. "Now I'm in a bad mood... Don't mess with me– Huh?"

Eyes wide open, Ritsu found that on his stomach was a black cat.

"Ugh, so it was this guy!" he fumed. "Get off! You're heavy and it's too hot...!"

Yet the cat wouldn't budge. It stayed lying on Ritsu's stomach as if he were a pillow. Ritsu wasn't having any of it though, no one dares disturb his sleep even if they were a cat! Getting angrier by the second, he decided to fight it off him.

"Hey! Ow! Don't dig your claws in me!"

"That Suo, he's late!" exclaimed Leo. "What a troublesome guy! I came early today since he gets angry at me when I come late."

"Unbelievable! He's wasting my precious time!" Izumi chided. "This is so annoying. Did your wanderlust infect Kasa-kun?"

Leo laughed. "Eh? What, what? Wahaha, that's funny, Sena! I suppose it's fate that Knights' leader is to be cursed by wanderlust!"

Frantic footsteps could be heard as Tsukasa barged into the studio panting. He apologised, mentioning to his seniors that he got involved in a little incident with Ritsu. That was when Ritsu entered the room, still arguing with the black cat he encountered outside.

"I told you to let go of me, didn't I?! Why can't you understand me, you stupid cat?!" Ritsu growled. "Do my clothes smell like catnip or something...?"

"A stray cat got attached to Ritsu-senpai and it won't let go of him," stated Tsukasa.

"Unbelievable. This was why you were late?" said Izumi. "There's got to be some way to pull it off. Just grab it by the neck like how a parent cat carries a kitchen– Owah! This guy tried to scratch me! If you were human, I'd have you pay compensation!"

Arashi suggested that they all calm down and get started on the retrospective – the reason why they were holding a meeting in the first place. If they ignore the cat, perhaps it would let Ritsu go!

But as Arashi started playing the video of their live, Leo noticed something. In the video, Leo pointed out the front row seats where beside a fan's feet, a black cat was seen.

"This guy, it saw Ritsu at Knights' live and came to meet him!" said Leo excitedly.

"Hah...? No way! That sounds so unrealistic," Ritsu replied before turning to the cat which started showing him affection. "Owah, what? Don't start licking my cheek!"

"Given its reaction, it probably did come to meet Knights," said Tsukasa. "Isn't it just the cutest? It probably fell in love with Ritsu-senpai's brave figure at the live!"

"What?! Don't say things so nonchalantly!"

But the other members of Knights had agreed to let the cat do what it wanted despite Ritsu's comments on how much of a disaster this was.

The cat didn't let go of him even during the retrospective. It lay sound asleep on Ritsu's lap. Knights had come up with a name for the cat too, 'd'Artagnyan', their 'newest knight that was drawn in by Knights.'

Ritsu didn't like this idea at all. He didn't see any resemblance between him and the cat that his fellow members were constantly pointing out too. Though, he didn't want to just kick it out. He wanted it to leave on its own volition.

"It clings to you like how you cling onto (Y/N)," stated Arashi causing Ritsu to erupt into a steam of embarrassment. "Maybe it finds your scent comforting~? If so, it might be satisfied with something that has Ritsu-chan's scent on it..."

"Something with my scent?" Ritsu repeated. "Ah, I just came to an unpleasant conclusion..."

He was talking about his favourite blanket – the only thing in this studio that had his scent on it. But there was no way that Ritsu wanted to give this unlucky cat his favourite blanket!

"Ah, wait! Don't suddenly pounce for my blanket, you idiot cat!" huffed Ritsu as he tried to yank the blanket away. He was now on the floor fighting with the cat. "Give it back! I don't want such an unlucky cat to use my blanket! Guys, please help me out here!"

"Oi, oi. There's no need to get so worked up over something like this, right, Ritsu?" said Leo. "I know it's annoying, but it'll be dangerous if you get violent in here, no?"

"But I really like this blanket! I won't allow it to use it! Ah, don't scratch it–"

"Please calm down, Ritsu-senpai...!" sputtered Tsukasa.

But before Izumi could assert himself to scold Ritsu, you had rushed into the studio. Arashi had texted you about the situation before they started their retrospective, hoping that you'd come to solve the issue at hand. After all, you solved a lot of their problems before, it became customary to ask you for help.

"Ritsu, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, bending down. "Hey, what's wrong? You're not usually like this."

"(Y-Y/N)?!" Ritsu blurted, perplexed at your sudden appearance. "W-What are you doing here?"

You answered that even though you were busy with your own assignments today, you couldn't just ignore what was happening with Knights, with him.

"Is this what's bothering you?" You tried picking up the cat, but it immediately started hissing at you. "Ah! Okay, I'm not going to pick you up then...! Anyway, Arashi texted me all the details already. Why don't you just give up the blanket, Ritsu?"

"N-No!" he cried. "I can't!"

"I don't understand why you like that blanket so much," said Izumi. "I'll buy you a new one if that makes you happy–"

"That's not it! (Y/N) bought me this one!"

Everyone had gone silent over that fact.

"Then I'll buy you a new one," you offered.

"No!" Ritsu protested. "You got this for me when we were first years! I can't just let that go!"

Ritsu usually wasn't this worked up, so you knew he was upset about something other than his blanket. But you also knew that he was a very sentimental person too, so you couldn't just force him to give up something that he truly loved. It was sweet that he had kept this blanket up until now though. It showed how much he loved you.

"I have an idea," you suddenly said. You rummaged through your bag and pulled out a white sweater. "This also has Ritsu's scent on it."

"Wait," Ritsu began. "That's my sweater."

"Mhm, my favourite one too!" you giggled. "If we give the cat this, then it'll give up on the blanket!"

"B-But (Y/N), you love that sweater...!" he said.

"I do, but you love that blanket too, right? I'll give this up so you can have your blanket back!"

With how selfless and thoughtful you were being, Ritsu had finally cooled down.

"N-No, it's fine," he said sadly. "I'll let it keep the blanket, you keep the sweater, okay? I'm sorry, everyone, I went overboard. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"Ritsu..."

He picked up his blanket with the cat still attached to it and left the building quietly. The meeting with Knights had come to an end. You sighed, apologised and thanked Knights for putting up with your boyfriend before following after him.

Ritsu was situated on one of the tables at the ES gardens, his head laid on his arms as he watched the black cat sleep in his blanket.

"It's my fault that Knights ended up fighting again... If only this cat hadn't been there. No, I should've been calmer..." he murmured. "It would've been better if I had analysed the situation calmly like I usually do, and brought it to a positive conclusion..."

"Ritsu~" you called out.

With the sound of your voice, his eyes immediately gravitated towards you. He didn't lift his head though, he was too tired for that.

"(Y/N)..."

"Here," you said, pressing a cold can of soda to his cheek. He cried at the coldness but quickly covered his mouth from being too loud. He didn't want to wake up the cat despite how annoying it was today.

"Ah, thank you..." he said, taking the can from you. He laid it in front of him, not opening it. "(Y/N), I'm really sorry about earlier. You were busy, and Nacchan had to call you over to deal with something so small."

"Eh, it's okay~," you said. From behind, you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. "I'm nearly finished with my assignments anyway. But Ritsu, are you really okay?"

Ritsu strained a smile, but he held your arm in a way to comfort himself. "I'm fine now. I'm going to sit here and reflect on my actions until this stupid cat wakes up. If I ignored the cat in the studio and it gets restless, it might be even more troublesome."

You laughed. "It's so cute when it's sleeping. It reminds me of you."

"Eeehhh? Why does everyone keep saying that?" he asked.

"Well, it's cute and you're cute! Also, it takes naps just like you, hehe~"

Ritsu sighed but laughed along. "Ah, you're wearing the sweater," he said, finally noticing the baggy look on you.

"Yep! I'm glad I didn't need to give it up in the end, but I do feel sad that you had to give your favourite blanket away," you said.

"It's fine. Maybe it'll let it go later..." he started. "Well, I hope it does anyway. I really do like that blanket..."

He chuckled, reminiscing the time you first got him the blanket. The two of you met just before entering Yumenosaki. You were Mao's friend initially, but he had introduced you to Ritsu during the time he had to repeat his first year. Ritsu had treated you coldly at first, but when you spotted him sleeping in the gardens, coming to know of his illness, you had decided to gift him a blanket for him to use.

It was a blanket you had bought at a shop in town, nothing special, but Ritsu thought the world of it. Even when he treated you so poorly, you were still so nice to him – to accommodate him in this way. He grew fond of the blanket, but he mostly grew fond of you.

After that day, he stuck to you just like the cat he was watching now.

"You know, I'm surprised it's still kept in good condition after all these years," you pointed out. "We're in our third year now... and it still looks brand new."

"I take good care of my things, (Y/N)~," he said. "And I'll be keeping that blanket for as long as I can."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the back of his head. "Anyway, aren't you going to tell me what got you so riled up? It can't just be because of the cat, right?"

"Ah, right..." he said. He opened the can that you gave him and began to drink the contents of it. "So, this is what happened..."

He explained everything to you, recalling what happened that day when they had to withdraw some of the new Knights members. He was honest with his feelings, how bad he felt when he saw those tearful faces, how bad he felt when he knew that those dreams were being crushed.

But after some reassurance from you, Ritsu felt a lot better. That's when Tsukasa showed up to check up on him too. A suggestion of finding foster parents for the cat was brought up which Ritsu agreed to.

By time, he grew fond of the cat albeit he still wanted it gone. But things had resolved themselves, and Ritsu was back to his calm, analytical self again.

You had come to say goodbye to the cat, d'Artagnyan, too. This time, it had let you hold it.

"Hehe, it really does remind me of you," you told Ritsu who immediately turned red. "Don't miss Ritsu too much, you hear me~? I hope you live a comfortable life."

Watching you be so gentle with the cat like that had Ritsu feeling some sort of way. He smiled gently to himself, appreciating that you were there with him, that you were there to console him and to listen to every word he had to say. There was nothing better in this world – even his favourite blanket – that would compare to you.

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[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Interview Tag!

Thanks for tagging me, @talesofsorrowandofruin (here)!

I'll do two interviews this time, one for Tarrant Kyresell from Song of Thorns and one for Jack Tithus from Supernova Initiative!

(SONG OF THORNS)

Are you named after anyone?

(Tarrant shrugs) "Eh. Not really, I think. At least not that I know of. My... so-called 'family' was never so considerate as to put any thought into stuff like that, they don't really care all that much."

When was the last time you cried?

"Last night, into my pillow when everyone else was asleep, it's almost a routine for me now. Don't judge me - if you worked for my employer you would do the same. No, I'm not going to talk about why I cried. Mind moving on to less personal matters, now?"

Do you have kids?

"I know how to take care of children, how to babysit and whatnot - and my cousins sure do act like little kids when they want to, even though they're both grown up. But no, I don't want to bring any children into the world I live in - it's far too dangerous for various reasons."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Not really, only amongst people I trust. Misunderstandings can prove deadly and I really can't afford to have my superiors accusing me of insubordination or of 'talking back' over some sarcastic remark or something. It just really isn't worth the time and patience."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"Noticing what people want in an interaction is the most important thing one can do. Once I know what people want from me - and trust me, everyone wants something - I can work my way around it safely and avoid uncomfortable situations. That I know what to expect and won't be caught off guard. It pays off after a while, and kinda became second nature to me."

What’s your eye color?

"I've got hazel eyes, though they're slightly more of a golden amber from what I've heard, due to alchemical sorcery potions I drink."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Life in the kingdom I live in is a scary story, there's no way around it. Ghouls, undead, the plague, dangerous people who want to use you, it's always there one way or another - I'd rather not have to face fear within fiction too. Happy endings are rare and few in between in real life, which makes me find them slightly unrealistic in tales. Either way, I don't have much time to spend reading - another luxury I've lost a long time ago - but personally I do prefer philosophy books and poetry."

Any special talents?

"It depends. What do you consider special talents? I can sing, dance, clean stuff, and I know how to use my words and guile to get people to accept my employer's contracts and deals. It's my job. I also know many ways to kill, even though I don't like to - in the place I live, you kinda have to if you want to survive for long. I know how to look pretty and say things people want to hear. I'm a 'Silver Snake' - a manipulator of underworld politics and fake diplomat for my employer. It's what I do. As for talents I personally consider special, I have taught myself many different languages - which I can now speak fluently - and I also know how to make some interesting potions."

Where were you born?

"A freezing piece of nowhere called Grymhaw, close to the single most dangerous and disputed roadway in the realm, the Reaper's Way. Lovely place - if you don't mind everything else about it. "

Do you have any pets?

"Not really yet, but, and I fear this may seem childish of me, I really, really want to adopt a cat one day! A fluffy one, with those adorable big eyes and which does little 'biscuits' with its paws on a pillow. They're just the best."

What sports do you play?

"I don't really have time for any specific sports, per se, at least not as a hobby. If you count carrying stuff around for my employer, fighting people I'm hired to defeat (with a dagger or rapier, I'm not that good of an archer though), dancing, etc, I'd say I'm quite fit and athletic."

How tall are you?

"5.9 ft tall, around 179-180 centimeters."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"Commoners don't attend academia in Grymhaw. I am a commoner, spent most of my childhood trying to survive, and then was trained to become a Silver Snake after that godsdamned contract was signed. As I mentioned before though, I have a special interest when it comes to languages and I do know quite a lot about Botany, Philosophy, Politics, etc."

What is your dream job?

"Haha, now that's a new joke. I never even was given that choice - my soul was magically sold and I had to become a servant and a spy. Being a stupid warlord's little plaything wasn't exactly in my plans, but here I am. I wanted to be an alchemist."

(SUPERNOVA INITIATIVE)

Are you named after anyone?

"Hint: my full name comes from a gemstone or a flower. For personal reasons, I don't like my full name - so I just go by my nickname, Jack, which is a shorter version of my actual name, just that. Not really named after any specific person though."

When was the last time you cried?

"Don't really remember, if I'm being honest. I'm a pretty happy person - I've got an amazing little sister, great friends, my spaceship. I'd say I'm pretty damn lucky. I think I did cry recently while being experimented on by the Director though - I was scared and in a lot of pain - but thankfully no one but me needs to know that."

Do you have kids?

"No, not really. I'm an intergalactic thief and my on-the-run lifestyle, while fun and exciting, isn't exactly suited for small children. If one day I meet the right person and settle down, which is highly unlikely, I would like to have children - I think I'd be a good dad."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"Yes. I'm pretty witty and I love making sarcastic remarks - I'm not rude to people who don't deserve it and am usually very polite, but sarcasm is like second nature to me. It's fun, gets the message across, and annoys the hell out of my uptight enemies. Overall, it's a win-win situation for me. Plus, I'm an older brother - I think sarcasm is pretty much one of the requirements, haha, especially when you got a chaotic little sister like mine."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"It depends. If I'm meeting someone in a regular social situation, I usually notice how they carry themselves, if their looks seem to reflect something of their personality, if they seem like a nice person to be around or a douchebag, that sort of thing. If I'm in a dangerous situation however, I try to notice if the person is armed or poses a threat - if so, I then try to figure out how I can keep my team safe from that person and do anything I can to minimize the danger."

What’s your eye color?

"Dark brown, just like Cassie's."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Oh, that's a nice question! I like both. Personally, I don't really like those extremely gory or disturbing horror movies, but I do like those cheesy teen horror flicks with a bit of comedy. Sometimes me and my sister try to find the worst possible low-budget horror movie and just watch it to laugh at the bad SFX and corny stories. As for happy endings, it's always good to watch a movie where everything works out in the end and gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling."

Any special talents?

"I'm a great pilot - I can maneuver my spaceship through an asteroid field or while being chased through a bunch of skyscrapers on a space station without much struggle. I'm also good at sharpshooting when I have the time to prepare and focus - though I'm admittedly not as good as Deimos or Vesper when it comes to striking moving targets, and I prefer not to hurt anyone, so most of my guns are set to just stun. I'm a good liar, I can make deals with anyone and I can get in and out of a high-security building with a priceless artifact without anyone noticing I was even there. So, haha, quite a few talents."

Where were you born?

"I was born in one of the three moons that orbit the planet of Ivion. It's a mining settlement, dusty, grimy, crime-ridden - forgotten by those highbrow Junction officers except in matters of exploiting everything the moon had to offer until there was nothing left. Basically, that place is just a big, bureaucratic space junkyard that sucks the soul out of you if you let it. I was never a big fan and don't want to go back any time soon."

Do you have any pets?

"Actual pets no, because they usually don't do that well in constant space travel and I would never want an animal to feel uncomfortable. But we do have a robot my sister built that helps around the ship - I believe Cassie named it Clank or something. The robot kinda acts like a big puppy and we love him."

What sports do you play?

"I do some workouts every morning - I need to be in top shape to continue making a fool of the Junction, plus I rather like exercising as a hobby, it's fun. I also stretch whenever I can, and I like doing some target practicing with my guns just to keep the skill sharp. I'm also good at running - which kinda comes with the territory of being a thief - and am good at streetfighting."

How tall are you?

"Eh, not sure. The Director's laboratory charts say I'm 173 cm, so around 5.7ft, I think? I haven't personally measured my height in a while."

What was your favorite subject in school?

"When I attended school I never really cared about it, to be honest. I was too busy being a rebellious little kid, and then our lives were thrown upside down, so I had to take care of my little sister, and ended up becoming an intergalactic thief, so not have much time to have a favorite subject. I do like astronomy and general science, like chemistry, though I never really was very good at maths - Cassie's the one who knows all the complicated equations and can build a robot from scratch. I'm really proud of her."

What is your dream job

"I'm pretty happy as I am now! I get to spite our corrupt government, take from the snobs, and help those down below. I get to see all those new planets and cool galaxies and have all these adventures alongside my team. I wish we didn't have to break the law though, and that we had a different life - but since that isn't really an option, we might as well enjoy the life we have!"

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

can you write something about greg helping somebody through having their friends turn on them? i’m feeling so alone right now and everyone’s twisting my words against me and I just feel ostracised. i thought I could trust these people but maybe I can only trust greg

Twisted Words

Warnings: Mentions of fake friends, crying on Greg, Greg being a sweet baby angel as always, not proofread, I think that's all.

Word count: 731

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x gn!reader

A/n: Yes my love🩷. I'm so sorry for what's going on and I hope things get better and of course you'd always be able to trust Greggie boy<3🥺🫶. I'm so sorry that I took so long to finish this! I hope you see it now and that it provides some comfort even if it's a bit late<3.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @cr1minalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh

Everything you said was turned around on you. Twisted from their original meaning to mean something else. It hurt. They were supposed to be your friends and they hurt you. You thought you could trust them but it turns out you couldn't.

Greg had found you crying and he didn't know what to do other than just hold you and rub soothing circles on your back. He didn't know how to help you because you haven't told him what was wrong yet. His mind is running through every possible reason that would have you sobbing on the couch when he walked through the door and it was coming up with some horrible things. He can't help it though. He wants to ask again about what happened but he knows you need time to just cry on him first.

"I'm right here, Honey. Whenever you're ready to talk I'll listen. I'm here for you." His voice is softer than ever. He places a kiss on your forehead and continues rubbing your back to comfort you.

After a little while you are able to calm down enough. No longer sobbing into Greg's shirt and instead letting soft sniffles escape you. When you turn your head to look at him he meets your gaze with his soft and concerned one. Gently, he wipes away the tears still streaming down your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your nose.

"Greg, they hurt me." Your voice is hoarse and small but he hears it. More concern flashes across his face.

"Who hurt you? What did they do?" You can hear his protective side coming out in his previously softer voice.

"My friends. Well, they're not really my friends anymore. If they ever were in the first place. They twisted my words around. I thought I could trust them. I thought they were good people that I had a bond with. But I guess I was wrong." You look down at your hands as you start to fiddle with your fingers.

Greg's expression has confusion and sympathy written all over it. Confusion because he doesn't know why anyone would do something like that to you. His eyes are sad and the frown on his face deepens more. He brings his hand up to brush a few strands of hair away from your face and then cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it.

"Honey, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that. If they hurt you they don't deserve to have you in their lives. You're too wonderful to have friends that don't treat you as well as you treat them. Do you want to tell me what was said?" His words are comforting and gentle. They always are though.

You shake your head no and he nods in understanding before placing another kiss on your crown.

"Okay. That's fine, sweetheart. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to or if you're not ready. If you change your mind I'll still be right here. Okay?" He uses the hand on your cheek to turn your head carefully to look at him again. You nod and he pulls you into his arms tighter now. Moving your legs to lay across his lap as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'll always be here for you, y/n. I love you and I will do anything I can to help you." He squeezes you a little as he speaks.

"I love you too, Greg." You sniffle again and your voice is still small. He only holds you tighter somehow. Trying to pull you closer even if it's almost impossible. He presses many soft loving kisses to your head. Wrapping you up in his arms is something that he knows will always help to some extent. It helps you of course but it also helps him because he knows you are there with him and safe with him. He knows he can at least provide some comfort to you this way.

He's always been there for you. You've always been able to trust him. You've always been able to count on Greg. He has never done anything to make you think or feel differently. You know just from this that he never will. He's your big love bear that just wants to keep you happy and safe and he always does a good job at it.

[singeart]

20 Writer Questions

Thank you @mytardisisparked for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

An astounding 20! I never thought I'd write this many haha

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

79,836

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Star Trek Voyager and The X Files! I always thought about writing for Once Upon A Time but never felt a strong enough calling- I'm pretty happy with how Captain Swan played out ;)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

+ A Flower for Everytime I Think of You (chlonath from Miraculous Ladybug, I miss how popular this ship was ;-; I feel like I can't find anything new for it on here)

(the rest are from Voyager~)

+ Two Shorten the Road

+ Suspension

+ Compote

+ Gold Rush

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah for the most part! Especially if people point out a certain part they liked I live for that!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am a happy ending girlie, all the angst happens in the middle of my fics lol. That being said, I think For That Which Ails You could be considered a little angsty at the end because Scully is still terminally ill, nothing has actually changed, and Mulder wasn't there when she woke up. There's a bit of melancholy to it!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Compote! Fluffy throughout and then they share a laugh and a Moment tm at the end of it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Writing kisses is hard enough lmao. I also just don't want to

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No I've never even thought about doing that! Voyager x X Files would be so fun though

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, though yeah AI has probably scanned some of my works

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nay

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, technically, but brainstorming with the bestie and mutuals is always great for inspiration!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't choose, Janeway x Chakotay and Mulder x Scully are both profound to meee

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well...I had this idea for a Admiral Janeway centered fic but I don't think it's going to happen. Also a couple of AU ideas for J/C but eh they don't feel original enough u_u

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue babey, I think!! And the little meaningful exchanges that come with? I also think I can write subtle funny stuff pretty well though maybe it's only noticeable to me haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing a scene, I never do I am relying on the reader's imagination LOL

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Never had a reason to, not that I'm fluent in anything else :/

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Miraculous Ladybug ^_^

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it's still Kathryn Janeway, PI because I loove the idea of her playing detective and writing from Chakotay's pov was a nice challenge for me, but Hastilude is coming in at a close second... I really enjoyed coming up with a case that Mulder and Scully had to solve and figuring out how all the pieces fit together, plus I got to put them in silly little outfits, what's not to like?

Tagging: the user reading this!! seriously I want to know :3c

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OC Interview Tag

My thanks to @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag! I promise I'll get around to the OC interaction one eventually, I just can't decide who to do it with!

I did Cellic and Maiph last time (and they spent the whole interview flirting very badly), so I think this time around I'm going to do Magrom and Lutian Karven.

Are you named after anyone?

Magrom: He shrugs. "Some ancestor a dozen generations back. No one of note."

Lutian: "My mother's dead best friend. I was going to be named after Father's mother, but a week or so before I was born Mother's friend died and they agreed to change my name."

When was the last time you cried?

Magrom: "Last time a con called for it. Last time I cried for real? I don't think I've ever done that."

Lutian: "When- when F- whenfatherleftandsaidhemightnotbebackforoverawholeentiremonthandhe'sstillnotbackandI'mworriedandIthinkhemightbedeadand-"

Magrom: *gestures furiously to move to the next question*

Do you have kids?

Magrom: "Rai, no!" He pauses. "Unless Lutian counts. She's Keidor's kid, but I did most of the raising."

Lutian: "I don't even know where I'd get one. I thought you ate them and then they grew in your stomach but when I tried to find one to buy Allor told me that's not how that works."

Magrom: *gives her a surprised glance*

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Magrom: "No, the wordsmith who has no problem offending people and rolls lies off his tongue like a river down a mountain never uses sarcasm! It's undignified!"

Lutain: "I learned it from him."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Magrom: "How strong their shame is. Figure out what people are afraid of, what they're ashamed of, and you can control them, or imitate them to a t. Everyone's ashamed of something, except me. That's why I'm a god among men."

Lutian: "Whether they can be trusted. It takes a right good liar to evade my watch, even Kar can't do it!"

What is your eye color?

Magrom: "Naturally it's brown, but I change it so often that I doubt anyone else could tell you that."

Lutian: "A light goldish color. Apparently my mother had this same color, and her sister, my aunt, has an even more angelic color."

Magrom: "That's the only thing angelic about your aunt."

Lutian: "Take that back, she's right nice!"

Magrom: "Fine, fine, I take it back! Angelic is a strong word anyhow."

Lutian: "HEY!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

Magrom: "Eh. I don't get scared easily, and happy endings are boring. Give me a good tragedy!"

Lutian: "I haven't seen anything scary or happy, he's taken me to most of my plays, so they've been tragedies."

Any special talents?

Magrom: "Lying. Anything I say after that can't be trusted, and a conman never reveals his secrets, so might as well stop there, eh?"

Lutain: "I'm naturally good at pretty much everything. Except animals. They don't like me for some reason."

Where were you born?

Magrom: "Dunno. Royal family's secretive like that. Raised in Knithren, though."

Lutian: "Same as him."

Do you have any pets?

Magrom: "That's the kind of thing that hinders taking on new identities. No thanks."

Lutian: "Lots! None of them seem to like me, though. It's a real shame, 'cause I'd treat 'em kind if I had the chance!"

What sort of sports do you play?

Magrom: "I'm more of a 'games' person than a 'sports' person. Only so many different ways to trick somebody trying to get a ball from here to there."

Lutian: "No one ever wants to play anything with me except Kar. They'll talk honest enough, but no one wants to beat me. I settle for playing tricks on my minders instead."

How tall are you?

Magrom: "Tall enough that I could feasibly imitate a tall person with thick enough boots."

Lutian: "Kid sized. I'm never going to be taller than Father and he's not getting me any siblings, so I don't care enough to keep track."

What was your favorite subject in school?

Magrom: "Politics. It's great to scam someone out of their coins and then learn later in the week that that was the duke of here or there."

Lutian: "Acanics. I can make things explode! For school! Also poetry, but none of that flowery stuff. I like the insulting ones. There's this really great kid from King Falder's kingdom who writes stuff for the People's Missives every month, and he has the most acerbic sense of rhyme I've ever read!"

What is your dream job?

Magrom: "Me? Honest work? Imagine!"

Lutian: "What Father tells me a queen should be- smart, kind, honorable- sounds a lot better than what my minders tell me a queen should be- prim, proper, minded- so if I could be the kind of queen Father wants me to be, I'd be that."

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @mysterygreentea thank you!!

I have two ao3 accounts I use regularly so I'll be answering for both!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On hcsf: 68

On stormoftara 215

2. What’s your total word count?

On hcsf: 362,281

On stormoftara: 1,185,425

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Too many to count, but currently Hermitcraft/Life series. Previously it was Undertale, Omori and Osomatsu San

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

On hcsf: A Game of Love, Distances and Lies, Scar is Oblivious, Truth or Dare, Dick Measuring Contest

On stormoftara: The Dreamer, If not you then me, The Heaviness of a Heart, Drunken Ramblings, UN//Forgotten

5. Do you respond to comments?

Oh how I try… but fail. I'm sorry.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhh. That's a good question. Maybe Missing, an Osomatsu San fic about Karamatsu dying. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard too. I write a lot of angst. Lots of my short fics are fluffy and have good endings. I can't think of one thats like super happy. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah. Some of my Omori fics for reasons I don't understand. At one point I had one person really harassing me about it. I don't know why honestly. 

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah. Most of my highest kudos fics on hcsf are smut, if the fuc title "Dick Measuring Contest" is any hint lmao

10. Do you write crossovers?

Sure do! Mostly Mob Psycho 100/Osomatsu San. But there are other, much stranger things 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really. I've had some really close plagiarism, in which someone took my exact idea, but thats not really stealing. I was mad that there were comments on the other fic saying it was the best thing they ever read when it was a copy of my work, but eh... On Wattpad someone stole my story from reddit, but that particular story has been stolen and it's everywhere. It shows up a bunch in those YouTube videos where people read reddit posts too. That's not a fic and I'm not that upset since they usually credit me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! One Undertale fic and one Omori fic. There might be others, but those ones I know for sure!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I wouldn't do that. I can't write like that.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I dunno. I like a lot of things. I guess TotoNyaa and Scarian 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have about 50. I don't think I'll finish any of them. There's an Undertale fic and an Omori fic I want to finish but I don't have time. Sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing fast. I have no lack of ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar. I write too fast and forget words. I get lazy and I don't edit things or polish them like I should 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Nah. It's confusing for the reader. If someone is speaking another language I either translate it in the text or if the Narrator doesn't understand I just say that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marble Hornets

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

A Game of Love. It's also by far my most popular fic so I'm happy that others like it too!

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tysm to @spaghettisaurusrex for tagging me!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 18

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 83,346

3. What fandoms do you write for? At the moment it's mostly Angel, with a bit of the Oklahoma revival as well! What a combo.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? From number five to number one:

A Series of Statements Regarding Sunnydale, California (btvs and tma crossover that I wrote the first four chapters of and then stopped updating over three years ago. sorry everyone),

looking up for heaven (vaguely angsty little women fic that I wrote in an afternoon bc I was In My Feelings about jo and laurie, but is honestly pretty good),

Those I Love, It Rends (really really angsty little women fic that I wrote in more than an afternoon bc I was In My Feelings about jo and laurie, and is also honestly pretty good),

Coming Home (little women fic about jo and laurie reconciling that's still a personal fave of mine),

sincere and honest conversation (tma fic about jon coming out to the archive team that I wrote in like a day for aspec archives week and it..... guys it sucks. it sucks so bad. can people please stop leaving kudos on this one i'm so sick of getting emails about it oh my god. not even linking this one fuck that

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to!! I'm always super excited to get comments and also have chronic won't-shut-the-fuck-up disease so I'll usually leave some kind of response, even if I have no idea how to respond to positive feedback half the time lol

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? probably triptych? feels like cheating since it's really just a character study of the actual ending to ok19, but surprsingly enough I don't actually have that much written that ends angstily

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? oooo I'm gonna say Coming Home - I probably have written fluffier fic but I find that one very cathartic and think the ending to it is just generally really strong

8. Do you get hate on fics? ehhhh I've had a couple of annoying comments in the past but nothing I'd call hate lol

9. Do you write smut? nope, and I probably never will! I wrote like. one vaguely suggestive scene for give them all that they can drink bc I kind of had to for story reasons and jesus it felt like pulling teeth. I simply do not enjoy it. anyway if like a year from now I've written myself into a corner where I have to do that again feel free to laugh at me

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I mean I'm currently in the process of trying to finish my Oklahoma/Magnus Archives crossover fic so I think there's your answer. Actually funnily enough all the crossover fics I've written have been something crossing over with tma. What can I say, I just really love the tma lore and enjoy applying it to other things!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not as far as I know!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! Closest I've come is Miles helping me out with editing to be a king of a ruined world and us bouncing off each other with our ok19 fic thoughts in general

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? I'm with you on this one El - can't answer this question my ability to have an all time favourite is hindered by my brain jumping from interest to interest like some kind of fucked up flea. also I mostly write gen anyway so. eh.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? oh dear lord there's so many. Like every couple of weeks I contemplate going back to this wishverse au I wrote where buffy and angel survive the battle against the master and proceed to have a deeply fucked up relationship and ruin each others' lives. It was vaguely inspired by the silt verses and the wolf 359 minisode variations on a theme. It was kind of about aromanticism. It was mildly unhinged. And it will probably never be finished because I couldn't figure out a good direction to take it in. Pour one out.

16. What are your writing strengths? Imagery!! People always tell me my imagery is super vivid and memorable and you know what? They're right! I think I have a knack for coming up with imagery and metaphors and motifs and weaving them throughout my writing. Doesn't hurt that I edit my fics like they're academic essays so even if they're not interesting they at least always have strong throughlines

17. What are your writing weaknesses? hmmmm I feel like pacing is something I struggle with. Also while I think my imagery and metaphors are strong I also have a really hard time figuring out how like, subtle to make them? Like I just Do Not have an intuitive sense of what's too heavy-handed or what's too oblique, so I feel like it can end up leaning a bit on the obvious side. it's something I'm working on!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? It's not something I've ever really thought about, to be honest! Probably not something I'd do myself, but that's really just because I'd be likely to mess it up lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Lost, which is truly something I can never live down. guys I really really like that one insanely underdeveloped ghost-talking guy

20. Favorite fic you've written? either give them all that they can drink or how ridiculous I was as a marionette. much as I clown on myself for writing not one but two ace cordy fics that were meant to be short and ended up being 9k, I can't act like I don't think they were both excellent. oh, and I'm also always very proud of what exists of to be a king of a ruined world, though I feel like I can't call it my favourite on the grounds that it's only like. a third done.

tagging @discocaptain @ramiroangel @beatriceeverytuesday and @jennycalendar

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☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more☽☽☽  

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Black!oc

Warnings: Explicit sex, it’s on the softer side(eh sorta) either way MINORS DNI

Tags: @cardierreh15 as Cardíerre Lane

Genre: Drama

Word count 3k

Chapter five

I couldn't believe my own sister is working for one of Gotham's biggest threats. It's only been a few hours since Batman left Selina, and I at my house.

"Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone Ms. Gordon." Were Batman’s parting words, as if he knew I wanted to go back to that club that night, and ask more questions.

"Please, will you sit the hell down, you're making me dizzy" Selina stretched out on my couch, Batman left her with me either as a means to keep eyes on me, or incase some crook from the party decided to follow me home.

"You have to train me." It was meant has a demand, but it came out sounding like I was begging her, and I was. Selina is the best fighter I knew, aside from the night prowler himself. And there is no way in hell Batman is going to train me to fight.

"I don't have to do anything." She turned over on her side so that her back is now facing me. My eye's then shifted to the hallway the connected to my bedroom. Silently I walk off in that direction, upon entering the bedroom I feel a sense of guilt bubble in the pit of my stomach. I really shouldn't be using my dead mothers jewelry as a bargaining chip, but I needed Selina's help. She doesn't do anything for free unless it directly benefits her, a quality that I hated most, but I choose to ignore Sel's selfishness.

"You like diamonds don't you Selina?" Like the sly cat she is, her head peaked up in interest, she watched me with one eye open.

"If you help to train me, and I mean really train me, I'll give you this diamond necklace as payment." I offered, Selina's eyes slanted as she watched me with scrutiny etched across her face.

"What makes you think I can't just swipe it from you without you knowing, and still won't help you?" She questioned me, and Selina is right. She could steal the clothes off my back and I wouldn't even know it was her.

"Because you don't like doing things the easy way, you like your challenges, and since I have zero athleticism. You'd have to train me from the ground up." I tried to reason with her, but her facial expression is unreadable.

"Batty won't like it." Selina stood from her seat on the couch, making her way over to me.

"I won't tell, if you won't." I whispered, though that in itself felt like a bad idea, and I always have this feeling he's always watching me.

"Ohhh, look at you already keeping secrets from your boyfriend tsk, tsk. It's a deal, meet me at this address at least 3 times a week. Make sure you're wearing Black, and heels. I have two rules: don't ask, and don't complain. Are clear on that?" Selina is already half way through my threshold when I nodded my head in reply. She waved a hand at me, then disapeard into the dark night,

Four days later-

If it's one thing I hated the most, it's public attention, and I'd rather be on a yacht sipping champagne. I'd rather be anywhere than here, but Bruce made me promise to come, and be his date for my fathers ceremony. Ten years as a police detective, and always protecting the people of Gotham.

My father deserved more than the trash talking his own force gave him, even the mayor would join in every once in a while to speak how passionately he disagreed with Jim Gordons way of doing things. In true Gordon fashion, he didn't give a damn what those people thought; if it were up to them, Gotham would have fallen to the deepest depths of hell.

"We want to congratulate Jim Gordon for always putting his life on the line, and being the hero this city needs. Today we give you the key to the city of Gotham, and declare this day Jim Gordon day." The Mayor spoke proudly into the mic, I sat next to Bruce, who would brush his knee against mine every now and then. He would continue the small action until I returned the notion, we would have held hands, but the media already swarmed us when we arrived together an hour ago.

We couldn't talk about anything other than the mundane topics, everyone had their ears, and cameras ready for anything to happen between me and Bruce. It's sad really because this day is supposed to be about my father, but like always the press want's something more drama driven.

"Alright, hold you applauds, I have another announcement to make. The votes have came in early this year, and I was going to wait till elections day to announce this. Congratulations Commissioner Chief Gordon!"

The whole room filled with gasp, and whispers at the revelation of this new information. For a moment my father, and I made eye contact. I knew something was wrong, most of the people in office hated him, why would they all of a sudden vote him in as Commissioner?

Instantly cameras started clicking away, reporters shouting on top of each other to get their questions answered. It was complete chaos.

"Are you and Bruce Wayne official?" One reporter jumped out at us as we tried to make an escape, on the other side of the room my father was being swarmed by more camera's and questions. I looked back at him, a silent question of me begging if I can leave now. To which he nodded his head, and turned back to the journalist.

"Yes we are officially...annoyed." I answered with a roll of my eyes, to my left Bruce coughed trying to cover his laughter.

"We heard from a source that you too are being seen going out to restaurants." Another reporter shouted over the crowd, I eyed her for a second, even I knew that was a fucking lie.

"Who are you? What's your name?" I asked, trying to get a better view of the woman, she pushed through the crowd of rowdy photographers, and made her way to the front. She had a fire in her eyes that is undeniable, but unfortunately for her I've been dealing with reporters, and journalists long before she had this job.

"Cardierre Lane, reporting from the Daily Planet ma'am." She spoke proudly, a man behind her with a button up shirt tucked neatly in his dress pants, and thick black framed glass. He looks a bit dorky, but according to Bruce, he seems to be more than what meets the eye. I’m not sure what he meant by that, more secrets, and lies Bruce tells me. He told me his name is Clark Kent.

"Well, I'm sorry you came all this way to Gotham to find out that your sources are wrong. Bruce Wayne, and I are friends. Our closeness that you may see is from having a camaraderie since childhood as most of you know, our parents knew each other well. Now I'll only say this once, the next time any if you decide to harass me or Mr. Wayne...I"Il suit." They all scrambled to write down my words, and then Clark stepped forward.

“Well, do you also speak for Mr. Wayne now…or is he still competent? And what about all the money that Mr.Wayne is spending on military grade weapons? I mean…is there something coming to Gotham that we should be worried about?” It’s Cardíerre’s turn to stifle a laugh as she stood beside her partner.

Bruce stepped forward, a small grin on his lips, and I knew he was going to embarrass this man.

“Competent enough to buy the Daily Planet so that you, and your pestering journalist may never report any of my personal life again…competent enough to go buy that old Kent farm so that every dime you make from all those husk of corn come straight to my pockets, and into Gotham city. I mean after all the orphanage could use some new paint.” Bruce spoke quietly so that only Clark could hear, and he said it all with a smile on his face. A dark look washed over Clark’s face when Bruce mentioned his home, though I know Bruce would never do something like that. Clark took the threat seriously, and chose to back off. The rest of the reporters had lost interest in us as they sped off to go find other positions to nag.

"Ms. Gordon, I didn't mean to offend you. It’s just you, and Bruce Wayne are the biggest names I’ve gotten in a while.

"You know there’s a new Commissioner up there, there’s all sorts of politicians. Don’t you ever get tired of the gossip column Ms. Lane? Here’s something about us to put in your paper. We both dedicate a lot of our time to this city, I volunteer all of my time to the children in the orphanage. Bruce helped to create rehabilitation programs for homeless veterans, and families. I’ve read a lot of your work…you’re better than this.”

When I was done, Cardierre's brown eyes had softened, regret flashed across her face. I turned swiftly, and walked off, I could hear Bruce throw her a sympathetic, "it's not you, she doesn't like anyone." He mumbled, and followed behind me out the doors.

"I really hate public events, they give me the ick" I huffed out, a soft downpour of rain, and cloudy grey skies to complete my mood. Bruce wordlessly lifted an umbrella over my head, as we stood and waited for Alfred to bring the car around. From the corner of my eye I could see how Bruce's lips had turned up at the corners, a faint smirk creeping onto his lips. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, I knew he was teasing me in his own quiet way. That's how close we got, using each other's mannerisms as code when around strangers.

Soon enough Alfred pulled around the corner, he got out to open the back door for me, and Bruce passed off the umbrella to Alfred so not a drop of rain got on me. Bruce ran to the other side of the car, and slid into the backseat next to me. We drove off in silence, Bruce reached for my hand once we were a few feet away, and my body instantly molded into his. I had been dying for more than a knee tap all day.

♛♛♛♛

Upon entering the Wayne home, Bruce pulled me in the direction of his room. It's been a while since I've been in it, it's dark as always, and the bed is untouched. I walked over to his dresser, some old toys from his childhood, a picture of him, and his family when he was a little boy, and a singular picture of me. I don't remember taking this, but I looked a bit younger, happier, more vibrant. I hadn't realized I changed so much, now I wear schemes of browns, tans, and anything flesh tone. I wanted to blend in, I had become depressed for some reason I cannot remember.

Bruce pulled me down on the bed with him, I kicked off my shoes at the door, and now sat on my knees barefoot in front of him. My fingers find their way to the back of his neck, and my fingers lace through his dark brown hair. He closed his eye enjoying the feeling of my nails scraping against his scalp. Finally after a whole day of strangers cramping our personal space, it was just us. Bruce's hands slowly crept around my waist pulling me in closer to him, he rested his forehead against my stomach.

"I'm sorry you had to be my human shield today." Bruce murmured, his breath hot against my lower abdomen. I sank down to his level, a smile finding its way onto my lips,

"Was I at least a good one?" I asked giggling, without warning, Bruce pressed his lips to mine, shocked at first, I soon softened when his unoccupied hand ran up my leg, past my knee, and between my thighs. My breath hitched in my throat, Bruce hadn't been this

bold in quite a while, only stepping onto the line, but never over it. I forgot how good it felt for him to touch me like this, to caress me with his fingers, and he always knew where to touch despite me never telling him.

"Bruce," I moaned, I was hungry for more of his touch, this simply is not enough.

I open my legs wider to grant him access he never needs to ask for, Bruce's hand moved up my thigh, and teasingly drew circles over the thin fabric that covered me. His thumb pressed over my aroused clit, and a low whine comes rom me as I wished to feel the pad of his thumb instead of the silk fabric between us.

"I love you Nina, I love everything about you, I've loved you since the moment we met in that police station, two unlucky kids, and on that darkest night, you were the light that shined my way home." Bruce quoted some poem I couldn't remember right now, especially not when his fingers had slid past my panties, and I could finally have that skin to skin contact I craved so badly.

His long fingers slipped into my rose, and his thumb simultaneously messaging my little bud in a circular motion. I moaned, and cried as his finger continued to work me, my hips flex against him, and when Bruce pulled his hand away I thought I did something wrong.

"You're perfect Nina, but I want to see your perfectness in the flesh, so that I can treat you properly." Bruce's voice still had a soft careful tone, as if he'd scare me away if he spoke too loud. I stood up in front of him,

and undid the buttons at the front of my dress. I pulled the top half past my shoulders, and down my breast. I had to tug a little to get it past my hips. It fell down the rest of the way, Bruce then stood, and kneeled on a knee behind me cutting his height down by half.

"Do they hurt to come off?" Bruce asked, his eyes flickering to my nipple covers I wore for the dress, and I shook my head wordlessly, suddenly forgetting how to talk.

"Um, they're the suction kind...y-you just pull them off." My breathing hitched as his fingers lazily grazed my wetness again, and with his other hand, he gently removed the rubber. His large hand reaches up to cup my breast in his palm, and brings it to his mouth.

Bruce's tongue flicks out, he licks over my darkened areola, and nipple all in one swipe. Soon after, he sucks my breast into his mouth, and enters two fingers into me.

"Yes, mmm huh, that feels so good baby." I tried not to moan too loud, Bruce did have maids working this afternoon, but the way he worked his fingers, and mouth on me...i'm not sure how much longer I could hold it in. I was on the edge of a much needed orgasm,

when he pulled away again, I stomped my foot in complaint, and whined a little.

"Don't complain, now be a good girl, and lay back." Bruce shushed me with a finger over my lips, and though I had the urge to argue back, I obeyed him anyway. I laid back, and rested on my elbows, my breast falling to opposite sides of my chest. I watched as Bruce unbuttoned his shirt, threw off his undershirt, and tossed them both carelessly to the floor. I bit my lip as my eyes studied his bruises, a habit my brain has yet to kick. He never tells me the stories behind those scars...not the truth anyway.

Bruce hovered over me, his breath fanning over my face, and his hands caressing me. There has always been such darkness to him , it usually looms in the background, but I can see it clear as day now.

“I want you to move in with me.." Bruce whispered, he was not asking, but I decided to refuse just to see how he'd react.

"No." I said, a playful grin on my lips, his own pink lips mirrored mine. His hand traced a trail from my thigh, up my hip, and between my breast. His hand comes to rest casually around my neck at first, but when my hips bucked towards him, Bruce took that as a sign to continue. His grip tightens around me, not enough to completely stop my breathing, but just enough to make me struggle. Despite his emotional softness, Bruce is quite capable of killing anyone with his bare hands.

"Move in with me Nina." Bruce commanded again. My back arched inward, and his thigh is nuzzling between my legs. The fine fabric is a bit rough in contrast to the velvet softness of my own vagina.

Bruce lifts me up by my neck, and brings my face closer. His eye's a stormy grey, and that's when an image flickers in my head. It's only for a second, but I could have sworn it was Batman's masked face that I saw. That couldn't be, it must have been from all the time that we spent together. The thought melts away, when Bruce slams me down into the soft blankets, and sheets of his bed.

"Do it again." I grinned, I burst out into a fit of giggles. It doesn't last long when Bruce pressed his lips to mine, and swallowed any laughter I had left. His lips then moved down to my neck where he pressed right over my main artery, and a rush of blood pulses through me making me feel temporally light headed. He continued his kisses down to between my breast as he places multiple kisses in between, and underneath my chest. He kissed my soft, slightly pudgy tummy, and kissed the stretch marks on my hips and thighs.

Bruce pulled back my legs, and spread my moistened lips with his fingers. His tongue flicks over my clit a few times before he digs his tongue, and face between my pussy lips. Every once in a while I could feel his nose bump against my clit making it throb a little; my fingers dug themselves into his chocolate loc’s, I'm now thankful he hadn't cut it, I look down to see those same stormy eyes looking back at me, a deep dark hunger I've never seen before now. Bruce pulls away, slides two fingers in me, and sucks my clit into this mouth.

"Fuck me Brucy please, fuck that feels so good.” I begged, my voice deep, and lustful. Without wasting a second, Bruce pulled away again, and pulled his pants down. Along with his underwear, he tossed them to the floor in a random direction. His long shaft hung a bit, and as he lowered himself over me again, his tip rubbed up against my belly button. My vagina clinched around nothing in response to this small action, it's been so long since we last had sex, but I wanted to be stretched just for him.

"Go slow...please." My arms wrapping around his neck, he took my hand bringing my knuckles up to his lips, and kissing them. Then he pressed his lips to mine, and at the same time he slowly pushed into me at my request.

My moans were muffled by his mouth, and my own natural juices making his entrance effortless. Bruce filled me up all the way to his base, and he stayed like that waiting for me to adjust more to him. He moans softly almost like a sigh of relief, as he continued to pump in, and out of me. His hips rocking in an upward motion making everything down between my thighs ache with pleasure.

I could no longer hold in my whines of pleasure, as I praised Bruce in his ear, his lips marking me wherever he could reach in the current position. His hips crashed into me a bit harder, and little by little we ended up on the other side of the bed. Having to switch positions, I climbed on top of him, his tip hitting in the perfect spot, and I swore I could have come right there. I held on as long as I could while ridding Bruce with every ounce of my energy. His hands gripped both my butt cheeks apart as I bounced on top of him, the weight of me coming down on him making his bed creak, but I couldn’t stop now when I was so close. Bruce's breathing ragged as he growled out my name, as we both came closer to our end, his voice had fallen to a soft moan, as if begging me to finish.

"Bruce.

"Nina."

We both called to each other in unison, Bruce, and I both released into each other. My own creaminess spilling all over me, and his thickness. Soon after his hot stickiness shot into me, and filled me up. Bruce flexed his hips upward into me a few times, mixing our natural nectars together.

"You know I'm on birth control right?" I joke, but still on top of him,

"Doesn't matter, there's always one." He smirks. It's not like we haven't talked about kids before, but we always spoke about future tense. There's no way in hell we could raise a kid in a city like this.

After he cleans us both up, Bruce cracks a window to let some fresh air in, a cool breeze dances through. A sign that fall is settling in, and summer is about to be long gone. We both lay there enjoying each other's space. Soon I fall asleep, dreaming of both Bruce, and Gotham's Prince of Shadows.

a/n: i just imagine battinson bruce wayne as a soft dom if that makes sense. i hope you all enjoyed this, and pls reblog and leave comments.

[albertasunrise]

It's Yours - Chapter 1

Summary: You and Javier have been sleeping together for almost two years but after his name was leaked by the papers, he is sent home for investigation. You remain behind with Steve to catch Escobar but when he’s finally dead, you decide to go after the man you’ve fallen for. You don’t like what you find when you finally reunite with him.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Unplanned Pregnancy 18+

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

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Your nails dig into the strong muscles on his back as he thrusts his hips at a maddening pace, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he chases his release. It was your last night together and you weren’t going to let him go without feeling him one last time and he couldn’t leave without one final taste of you. Pulling his head back his dark, lust-blown, eyes lock with yours and he lets out a primal growl as he feels your walls start to tighten around him.

‘You going to cum for me?’ He asks, in a low tone as he angles his hips so that he’s hitting that toe-curling spot over and over.

‘Yes.’ You moan ‘Fuck.’

You cum hard, screaming his name as tears leak from the corner of your eyes and you pull him right along with you. He collapses beside you, chest heaving as he fights to catch his breath and you chuckle as you roll onto your side to look at him. You both remain silent for a short while, revelling in your post-sex bliss as the sounds of the city drift through the open window.

‘You need to quit smoking.’ You say as you place a loving kiss on his shoulder.

‘I think you may be right Hermosa.’ He replied with a breathy laugh as he turned his head to look at you 'But I don't need to start tonight.' He sniggers as he lights one and takes a long toke, blowing the smoke away from you.

‘What time is your flight tomorrow?’ You ask, smiling sadly at him.

‘A little after 12.’ He replies, turning his head back towards the textured ceiling.

‘Do you need a lift?’

‘Murphy’s driving me.’ He replies coldly, not looking at you as he speaks.

‘Right.’ You roll out of his bed and start to collect your clothes, grabbing his attention.

‘What are you doing?’ He asks, his stomach sinking at the sight of you getting ready to leave.

‘Getting dressed so I can go home.’ You state plainly as you scan the floor for your shirt ‘Isn’t that how it works? We fuck and then go our separate ways?’

‘Can you stay?’ He asks and you look at him in surprise ‘Just for tonight.’ He paused as he gave you a wounded expression ‘Please.'

‘Okay.’

You left early in the morning, taking one last glance at his sleeping form before turning to leave. You knew it was wrong of you to just go, but your heart was aching at the knowledge that he was leaving you and you had to stay behind to finish what he's started. He deserved to see this to the end. Sure he'd made mistakes but he made them for the right reasons. Sometimes you have to do bad things to catch bad people as he would say.

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One month later…

Staring up at the departures board you see your flight listed just below Murphy’s and you glance at your partner who stood at your side, watching you curiously.

‘What Murphy?’ You grumble as you let out an exasperated huff.

‘You’re going to Texas?’

‘Yes.’

‘Because you felt like a change or because that’s where Javi is?’

‘I have family there. I have a ton of leave to take so decided to visit them.’ You lie, shrugging your shoulders ‘Since my parents died, my aunt and uncle are the only family I have left.’

Murphy looks away guiltily. You’ve fooled him. Good.

'What will you do when you get back to Miami?'

'Hold my wife and daughter.' He states as he smiles at the thought of them 'I've missed out on so much.'

'Connie loves you, Steve. She'll be overjoyed to have you back.' You say sweetly as you give him a genuine smile.

'I hope so.' He replies, giving you a slight nod.

You look at the departures board again and see that your flight's terminal is nowhere near your partners so you turn to Murphy and prepare to say goodbye.

‘It’s been a pleasure Stevo.’ You say with a smile as you hug him tightly.

‘Don’t be a stranger.’ He replies, giving your arm a friendly squeeze.

‘I won’t.’ You give him one last hug and then head your separate ways.

'Say hi to Javi for me.' He shouts over his shoulder and you can't help the smile that crosses your lips.

When you finally reach your gate, you take a seat on one of the thinly padded benches and pull out the address Javier had given you on your last night together.

‘This is where I’ll be.’ He’d told you ‘You know… If you wanted to come to see me.’

You’d chuckled at that and told him you'd consider it... Then you’d left early that morning before he’d even woken up because you hadn't wanted to face saying goodbye to him. You’d regretted that move but knew he wouldn’t have cared, you were just fucking after all.

The flight was long and you weren’t able to sleep a wink, your leg shaking nervously the entire time. They'd served the in-flight meal but you couldn't eat a bite, the smell making your stomach turn. When you heard the captain announce that you would be landing in Laredo airport you feel your pulse quicken, palms starting to sweat as your nerves got the better of you. It was late when you landed, gone 11 pm by the time you made it out of the airport and so you decide that you would find a motel for the night and drive to Javier’s father’s ranch in the morning. You rent a car at the airport and drive around the unfamiliar town until you find a semi-clean looking hotel, the vacancy sign flashing in the dim light of night.

‘That’ll be 100 dollars for the night with breakfast included.’ The lady at the desk states, passing you a key with a large wooden tag attached, 101 carved onto it.

‘Thank you.’ You reply as you give her a genuine smile ‘Is there anywhere around here that’s still open where I can get something to eat? Just had a long flight and the plane food made my stomach roll.’

‘There’s a bar down the street.’ She replies ‘Does the best nachos you’ll ever taste.’

‘Great. Thanks.’

You make your way to your room, dropping off your luggage before heading to the bar the girl had mentioned. It was painted a dark red, a neon sign flashing ‘Open’ hanging in the window and you push open the door and make your way inside. Taking a seat at the bar you raise your hand to grab the barman’s attention, smiling as he approaches you.

‘Not seen you here before.’ He says as he smiles at you and you can’t help but notice how attractive he is.

‘I’m visiting some family.’ You reply ‘I hear the Nachos here are the best around.’

‘You heard right. Can I get you an order of those?’

‘And a beer.’ You finish as you give him a genuine grin and he gives you a wink before going off to give the kitchen your order.

You let your eyes scan the bar. It’s fairly busy for a Wednesday night. Mainly men scattered around the various tables and booths, a few women in small groups giggling as they sip their cocktails and you suddenly feel lonely, but the feeling disappeared when your beer is placed down in front of you.

‘So, how come you’re here alone?’ He asks as he leans against the bar polishing a glass.

‘I only landed an hour or so ago.’ You reply as you sip at your beer ‘Noting it’s a favourite of yours yet you’re finding it bitter.’

‘And is there a boyfriend in the picture?’ He asks and you can’t help but blush.

‘There’s a guy.’ You reply, taking another sip of your bitter beer ‘But he’s not my boyfriend. Not sure what we are if I'm honest. We kinda had a -friends with benefits- situation going on but I fell for him. They never end well eh?’ You chuckle and he responds in kind.

‘Shame.’ He replies as he gives you a cheeky grin ‘Would love you take you out.’

Your nachos arrive and sure enough, they are the best you’ve ever had. You chat to the barman, learning all there is to know about Lurado. You talk for a few hours before you inevitably have to leave.

'If things with that guy don't work. Feel free to call me.' States the barman as he hands you a scrap of paper with his name and number on it.

'I will.' You reply as you suck on your bottom lip.

When you get back to your room for find yourself emptying your stomach. You put it down to being jet-lagged and decide that sleep will help but when you wake up in the morning you find yourself hugging the toilet again, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin as you lean against the tiled wall. You brush your teeth and head down for breakfast but every smell that greets you makes your stomach turn and you soon find yourself sprinting for the toilet again but all you can do is heave, your stomach completely empty now.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ You asked yourself as you rinse your mouth and face with water.

Then your mind starts to go over the facts. Your tastes have changed, smells are making you sick.

‘I can't be… can I?’ You ask yourself as you count back the days since your last cycle and your breath hitches.

You're two weeks late.

You practically sprint out of the motel, remembering that you’d seen a pharmacy down the road. You buy a pack of tests and make your way back to the motel, taking it a little slower as the Texas sun beats down on you. You happen to peer into a diner as you approach it and your heart stops when you see who’s sat by the window, smiling at a woman sat opposite. You stop dead in your tracks. Your heart in your throat, stomach twisting in knots as you watch him laugh at something she says whilst he strokes his thumb over her knuckles and he looks at her the way he used to look at you. A server comes to speak to the woman he’s with and he looks up and out of the window, his eyes then locking with yours. You don’t realise your crying but he can see it and his brows furrow as he tilts his head slightly. You can’t look at him a moment longer. You have bigger things to worry about and so you will your legs to move, practically sprinting down the sidewalk to get away.

‘Hermosa?’

You stop dead in your tracks but you don’t turn to face him. You’re shoulders shake as your sobs wrack your exhausted body.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asks and this makes you turn to face him.

‘Seriously?’ You spit, eyes red with tears ‘You should get back to your date Javier.’

‘Hermosa wait.’

‘Don’t you dare call me that!’ You growl ‘You don’t get to call me that. Not now.’

'You left me.' He states and you feel your anger explode.

Without another work you storm towards the motel, stopping by the front desk and asking if you’re able to extend your stay another night. You pay her and sprint back up to the room, pulling out the tests and heading into the bathroom. You're angry because he's right. You did leave him but as you look down at the box of tests in your hands you decide that this is more important right now. You need to know. So you follow the instructions and you pee on two of them, deciding that it's better to be safe than sorry and you place them facing down beside the sink, watching the minutes tick away on the clock opposite the bathroom door. You wait the five minutes it states on the box and turn to look at them, your hands shaking as you close your eyes and flip them over. Taking a deep breath you crack your eyes open and let out a sob at what you see.

Both of them are positive.

A million and one thoughts go through your head. You’re panicking as you think about what to do. Do you tell him? It’s his after all. You’d not been with anyone since he’d left. You sit there and stare at the tests, allowing your mind to think about the future. You growing round with Javier’s baby and you feel a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. What if he doesn't want it? What if he's serious with that woman? You don't want to be a homewrecker. Do you want to keep it? Are you ready to be a mum? You ponder all of these things for a long while as you stare and the two sticks of plastic in your hands. Yes. Yes, you are ready.

‘I’ll tell him.’ You say to the tiny being inside you ‘If he doesn’t want anything to do with you then that’s fine. We’ll be okay on our own.’ You pause as rest your hand on your stomach 'He's a good man your dad but he's complicated. Never one for settling down yet despite us not being an official couple he remained faithful to me for two years and I was to him.'

You shower and brush your teeth, needing to remove all evidence of your rough morning and head out a little after midday. Hopping into your rental car you pull the address out of your pocket, fingers brushing against the positive test you’d decided to bring and causing your heart to skip a beat. You sat there for a moment and imagined what they might look like. Would they have his expressive brown eyes and golden skin tone? Or would they have yours? Shaking your head you start up the car and pull out of the parking lot, following the signs for the area stated on the slip of paper on your lap. His father’s ranch is surprisingly easy to find. It sits a few miles outside of town and you feel your heart race as you make your way down the dusty drive. The house is a decent size. It's well kept with one large truck parked out front. To the left are some stables, two horses grazing in the field beside it and the nicker and whinny when they see you hop out of your car and head towards the house. You let out a shaky breath as pluck up the courage to knock on the door, your stomach doing somersaults as an older man answers and studies you for a moment before he speaks.

‘Can I help you?’ He asks, his accent much like Javier's Must be his father You think to yourself.

‘I’m looking for Javier Peña. Is her here?’ You asked, your voice shaking as you speak.

‘He’s up by the river mending fences.' The man states 'Follow that track up... You can't miss him.’ He states and you nod your thanks before getting back in your car.

'You're her aren't you?' He asks, stopping you dead 'He mentioned that he'd seen his partner from Columbia in town this morning. Also mentioned it wasn't a pleasant reunion.' You turn to look at him as he sizes you up 'He was broken when he left to fix those fences. You best not be going up there to break him more.'

'That's not my intention.' You state and he nods before heading back inside.

You get back into your car and make your way down the road you were told to follow and sure enough, you see Javier. He's adorning the same shirt he’d been wearing this morning, his signature yellow aviators tight jeans. He looks up when he hears the sound of tires on gravel and watches as you exit your car. His eyes follow you as you step towards him, gaze locked to his. He removes his shades as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing and you finally you come to a stop opposite him, your heart thundering so hard you’re sure he can hear it.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asks coldly with a stoic expression.

Your mouth moves but no words leave your lips. You think long and hard for a few moments about what to say to him but decide to cut straight to the chase. You need to get it out there.

‘I’m pregnant Javier.’ You state plainly as you pull out the positive test from your pocket ‘I'm pregnant and it’s yours.’

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Chapter 2

[inkandpen22]

Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea

Request: The first request is that the reader kinda is yawning a bit, but "oh, it's fine, I'm just studying a bit harder" but they're either lying and doing a bunch of work deep into the night (maybe translating old books or something) or it's insomnia, or actually studying til 4:00am or something (lots of "ors" I'm so sorry) and of course spike finds out and is like "I'm supposed to be the nocturnal one??" And I had a brief thought of somehow the reader being tricked to drink sleepy time tea or something that will make them sleep as much as they need, but idk if that would be weird 🤔 but anyway, I hope that made sense ^^;

Pairing: Spike x gender neutral reader 

Warnings: swearing 

Word Count: 1.3k 

Summary: Y/N is at Spike’s studying for a chemistry exam when Spike starts to worry for them. 

A/N: sorry for the delay!!! This was so easy to write because honestly it’s relatable. Enjoy X

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The words on the page start to blend and nothing makes sense anymore. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to process the words I'm staring at here. I have to pass this chemistry exam. I'm not even a chem major, stupid general education classes. I hear Spike move about behind me while his Passions episode comes to an end. Being one of the token full-fledge humans in the Scooby Gang means I'm sometimes dropped off at Spike's for safekeeping. Lately, there's a water demon terrorizing Sunnydale, so I've been instructed to come straight here after classes. Yet, Spike insists on meeting me right after the lecture. He went about finding out my course schedule so he can be thereafter my last class. Since I finish when the sun is still out, he has to use the tunnels on campus. He's the definition of smothering.

"Y/N, you need to go to bed," he advises, appearing beside the crypt I'm set upon.

My notes and textbook are laid perfectly on the crypt to study.

"Five more minutes," I yawn.

The candlelight is starting to radiate enough heat to feel it. They've been going all afternoon and well into the evening. Its light is starting to burn my eyes.

"You said that twenty minutes ago," Spike sighs, kneeling next to me.

"Oh bet, I thought it was only ten," I check my watch for the time.

Spike huffs in annoyance and snatches my textbook away.

"Hey!" I reach for the pages, but he moves it away.

"I'm so supposed to be the nocturnal one! Not you!" He reminds me with a fuss.

"Ever heard of insomnia?" I sass.

"It's not healthy," he preaches, setting my textbook down.

"Nor is being undead. That's a little pot calling the kettle black," I shrug while I reopen my book to the proper page.

"The more tired you get the more annoying you are," he grumbles, tossing his head back dramatically with a sigh.

"Dope," I nod with narrowed eyes.

"I hate you," Spike growls.

"Love to hear it," I mutter subconsciously as I continue reading.

"Ugh, oh my g-"

Absentmindedly, I read the chapter on proper chemical mixing. I can't even read the periodic table, how am I supposed to remember all of this?  

I start to sing a familiar tune under my breath without much thought. "Oh say can you see by the dawn's-"

"Stop!" Suddenly, Spike's hand is covering my mouth. "Stop while you're ahead!"

"I was just getting started." My voice is muffled by his hand.

Spike slips his hand around and brings up the other to make me stare into his eyes.

"You're getting delusional!" He accuses.

"What's life without a little bad trip? Adds some spice," I dismiss carelessly.

"You're psychotic," he determines

"Says the serial killer," I shrug.

"You're! Losing! It!" He emphasizes.

"You! Eat! People!" I fire back mockingly.

"I need to so I can exist. You don't need to study to exist," he takes my textbook away again and strolls away.

"I need to so I can get a good job," I reason.

"Industrial America is overrated," he declares monotonously.

"You're also an old English man," I grumble.

"Yeah, so I know a few things," he smirks proudly.

"You never took school seriously?" I climb down from the crypt to fetch my book from him.

"Well... I went if that's what you mean. I had a rather expensive education," Spike describes vaguely.

I reach for my textbook and take it back civilly. "A White, upper-middle-class, during the Victorian Era, given a well-to-do private education? Well, color me shocked!"

"I can hardly stand you when you get in this mood. You need sleep," he rolls his eyes annoyedly.

"I hardly tolerate you every moment of every day. I need coffee," I correct.

"I will kill you," he threatens as per usual.

"Oh yes, bring me the sweet release," I grumble as I head back to my spot.

"You sicken me, you know that?" Spike questions sarcastically.

"Glad to hear it," I laugh humorlessly.

"Normally, people aren't so keen on being threatened," he reminds.

"Fair enough, granted I'm not 'normal,'" I form quotation marks with my fingers.

"Clearly," he mumbles.

"'Clearly,'" I mock his voice. "You even sound old!"

"I'm only one hundred and twenty-six!" He states, yet again, this week.

"Oh my goodness! You're right! My bad! You're practically a new spring chicken! Now get out there young one, and seize the day!" I tease.

"I'm going to make you a cup of tea," Spike declares, heading over to his make-shift kitchen. In reality, it's an electric kettle he plugs into an extension cord that's connected to somewhere outside.

"Coffee," I request, returning to my reading.

"Tea! You don't need any more coffee," he ridicules.

"You're depressing," I insult under my breath.

After a short time, Spike returns with a mug. I've managed to get through the last paragraph I've been struggling with.

"Here," he hands the white porcelain object to me.

The warmth of the mug contrasts the cold of my hands.

"What kind," I ask as I go to sip it.

"Green," he nods.

"Oo, so you are giving me caffeine," I wiggle my brows right as the liquid hits my lips.

"Only to shut you up," he sighs.

"Always the charmer," I wink.

After a moment of consideration and pondering, I can determine that this is good tea. Spike stands around waiting for my approval.

"This is nice, what brand is it?" I go in for another sip.

"An old one my mother used to use, been around for a while," he stammers.

"Lovely, thank you."

I compliment and he grumbles some response. ______________________ The sound of a distant lawnmower wakes me up in a jolt. I gasp for air, having been so deeply asleep that I hardly felt alive. I must've been more exhausted than I originally comprehended. My blurry vision adjusts to my surroundings and I'm tucked into a bed, but not my own. No, I know this bed. I've seen it before. The bright red sheets are hard to forget. Spike.

"What the-" I scream, "Spike!"

The bleach blonde vampy appears from behind a pillar across the room.

"Yes, Pet?" He says slyly, as though it's just any other morning.

"You asshole!" I curse at him as I hurry to get up.

"Feel refreshed?" He smirks.

"Did you drug me?" I come to the realization as I stand up that I don't remember falling asleep or getting into Spike's bed.

"Eh, somewhat," he explains vaguely. "I gave you camomile tea and maybe crushed up some melatonin in it."

My jaw drops, "you're insane!"

"Knocked you out like a bloody babe," he snickers, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"What time is it?!" I shake my wrist to my watch.

"Noon," Spike answers before I have the chance to check.

My eyes go wide as the harsh reality that I'm late to my class sinks in.

"Shit! Shit!" I rush to gather my things. "Fuck me! I have my test in thirty minutes!"

Spike strolls about casually around me, not giving two shits.

"You'll be fine," he assures calmly. "The sleep will help."

"It better!" I growl at the vamp.

"I'll pick you up after your class. We'll get coffee," he suggests with a smug expression.

"You don't drink coffee," I glare as I pack up my backpack.

"Damn straight, but you do. My treat," he offers.

"Oh, so kind!" I remark sarcastically as I struggle to slip my arms through my backpack and get my shoes on at the same time.

"Have fun!" He waves as I head to the door. "Good luck!"

"Fuck you!" I bid farewell as I slam the tomb door behind me.

"Coffee!" He shouts from inside as I stroll away. "Four o'clock! I'll pick you up!"

"Okay! Fine! Fine!" I yell in agreement, despite everything that just happened.

God, I hate to love him. 

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JUAN CARLOS ‘JUICE’ ORTIZ x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon asked: I want to request prompts 35 and 42 with Juice, if it's not taken. Where they are at the clubhouse and the Juice is talking abt a croweater, that the reader can't stand but see's regularly at parties and is always all over Juice. Then she makes the comment under her breath and he pulls her to his dorm and they have a heated argument and the reader tries to leave but he stops her and kisses her after figuring out she's jealous? ❤❤

Prompts:

35. “Fuck that bitch”.

42. “I can’t watch you with another man/woman”.

Word Count: 1k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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“Come to the party, the guys wanna see you. And I wanna see you too”.

You didn't want to. For just one reason. But those words changed your mind, thinking that for the first time in months you could enjoy it. So there you are, parking your car next to the Teller-Morrow huge door, stepping out of your car and putting your dress on well under the leather jacket. The front yard is full of Sons of Anarchy from different cities and states, making a lot of noise between laughs and loud rock and roll playing through the speakers. When Chibs sees you, he walks to your position with a big smile on your face and quickly steps.

“Lass!” He holds you into his arms, lifting you up some inches. “We mess' ya!”

“Ouch, sorry. I had a lot of work”.

“It's time ti' rest!”

You want to believe him, until you spot Juice among the multitude sitting on a chair with that croweater on his lap, caressing his head and his neck as if she was something for him, more than an amusement. Having a deep breath and letting Chibs leads you to the crew, you end up greeting everyone there. With a special emphasis with jax.

“What's up, trouble? Were you hiding?”

“Yeah, I know how much you like to play hide and seek”. You joke with him, having a seat close to Juice and his whore.

“Baby! You came!”

“I thought you won't notice my presence”.

“Why I—?”

“I'm kidding, genius”. You lie, narrowing your eyes, avoiding at all cost to look at the girl's face. Or you will punch her.

“Anything you wanna say to me, doctor?”

You completely ignore her, laughing at some shit Tig said and you didn't hear actually, grabbing the beer that Kozik is offering you.

“(Y/N)”. Juice tries to call your attention, twisting his neck.

“Juan Carlos”.

Rolling his eyes exaggeratedly, he palms the bitch on his lap to urge her to get up. Of course, that angers her, but you don't care. She's been the last four months trying to turn herself into Juice's girlfriend, because apparently she could leave the pornography and live from Juice's money. Another gold digger. But before you can complain, he's already pushing you inside the clubhouse by grabbing your left wrist, guiding you through the place to his room. The one you know better than yours.

The puerto rican closes the door loud, resting his back there and crossing both arms above his chest. If he's waiting for some words from you, he's pretty wrong. You just sit on the edge of the bed, putting a leg over the other, having one look around you as if you didn't know what you were doing there.

“What's wrong with you?”

“Hm?”

“Stop playing fool with me!”

“Eh, don' shout at me, Juan Carlos!”

You quickly get up, facing him and pointing his chest.

“Is it because Lorraine?”

“Fuck that bitch!”

You can't help but finally saying what you think, with your breathing shaking a little upset.

“Why do you sound like you're jealous?”

“Yeah, that's what you would like”. You lie again with a fake laughter, giving him your back.

“Yes, I would like it”.

Your blood freeze. Raising an eyebrow even if he can't see you. Then, you hear his heavy feet coming a little closer. You close your eyes unconsciously, hoping to feel his hands on you; on your shoulders, on your back, on your waist, somewhere. But nothing happens.

“I made a fool of myself with a lot of people, I don't wanna do it with you too. So… if you're not jealous, if you don't feel anything… leave this room”.

Licking your lips, you try to make a decision. You don't want to lose him, but you don't know how to recognize your feelings about him. The pressure is wrapping your body, making you feel so nervous that you don't know what you are doing, when you find yourself closing the door behind your back. Some tears fill your eyes, hitting your forehead with a fist and cursing yourself in silence. If you ever have had an option with Juice, is now. You can't simply keep silent.

“I can't watch you with another woman”.

You just say opening the door again, focusing on Juice sitting on the bed with his head down and both hands tangled on his nape. He raises up his gaze to yours, surprised because of your words.

“I can't… fucking watch you with that… bitch around you all the fucking time. Touching you as if you were her fucking man. Marking a territory that doesn't belong to her”.

That's it. Saying it makes you feel as if the weight you've been carrying since some months ago is finally gone. You come into the room, closing the door but keeping a security distance between both.

“That's what I am to you? A territory to be marked?”

“Fuck that, Juice. What a… fucking mistake open my fucking mouth”.

Seeing how he just got that sense of the words you were keeping to yourself for months, it hurts. It hurts a lot. You had a horrible week and that's why you didn't want to come to the party. You knew perfectly that you would end up arguing again. Turning around you're about to grab the doorknob when an arm, with a grim reaper tattoo on it, holds your waist. Your back finds the wooden door so fast that it dizzies you, but you can't even complain, when Juice crashes his lips on yours.

It takes you some seconds to react, with your arms curled among your chests, raising them to both sides of his neck. Your lips correspond to each of the movements that the others make, deepening the kiss when you welcomed his tongue into your mouth. His hands hitch up your ass, urging you to surround his hips with your legs. A soft and uncontrollably moan escapes from your throat when he thrusts you against the door with a dry noise.

“What if I take you home? What if we watch a movie or something?” He asks, biting your lips at his whim.

“What if you take me home and fuck me for a damn time?”

“Yeah, that's what I was saying, but trying to not sound too desperate for fucking my girl”.

“Well, I'm fucking desperate for my boy”. You chuckle, closing your legs around him a little more tight, enough to feel that he's hard. So hard.

“Let's go home, baby”.

[punkscowardschampions]

Junior & Nancy

Gay nerds

Junior: Nance, how on earth are you tackling this art project? To say I'm discombobulated is an understatement that isn't getting me an A any time soon! Nancy: 😕 sums it up in a way. Obviously I can fall back on the twin thing but is that too safe? 😩 But we couldn't be more different Junior: 😖 Like, I love how vague and open to our own interpretation it is...but also I fucking hate how vague and open to our own interpretation it is! 😢😂 No one would blame you; least of all me, 'cos I was tempted- being the sore thumb I am when counting our ten- and I've not even got the twin angle everyone is so about in all areas of art tbh Junior: If nothing else, Buster is a willing participant in a photo op always? Junior: Ooh, you could get something matchy match from your childhood photos (I know they exist) and splice it with portraits of you now...Think that elevates it Nancy: You've put your finger on it. Nancy: But I don't think you're so right about the lack of blame 🤔 even with the boy/girl straight/gay redhead/brunette angle it still feels ??? Nancy: Basic 😒 Junior: I get you Junior: Meant to become the next Magritte in just 4 weeks, like !!! Junior: Well, I've heard at least 4 girls from class saying they're going to do a heavily made-up portrait next to a #nofilter #naturalbeauty one so Junior: We'll do better than that by default but I'd like to come up with something vaguely original still Junior: Miss' sanity relies on us lowkey, no pressure 😷😜 Nancy: I had that passing thought let it go though 😜 Nancy: You could text her Nancy: 😕 yes pressure Nancy: What to do? Junior: I like to keep it in professional hours Junior: for her sake, she gets a bit amorous when she's had a glass o vino after work Nancy: 😮 she does? Nancy: can I bribe my way to top of the class by raiding the cellar Junior: That was my second suggestion 😏 Junior: Take one for the team please 🙏 Nancy: but she's straight STRAIGHT Nancy: couldn't be enough Nancy: back to the mindmap Junior: Damn straights 😒 Junior: if all else fails, we can put this grade next to our last Junior: break the fourth wall, v meta Nancy: our school gets the one bohemian who is Nancy: put her next to the sterotypical art teacher Junior: did you mean my mother? 🤔 Junior: her, the engineer, hilarious 😂 Junior: Mum'd be up for it, you may borrow her Nancy: I might yet Nancy: when's this due again? Junior: we've still got 3 weeks, don't worry Junior: just trying to get it over and done with here Nancy: I should Nancy: The Tempest essay is due soon Junior: Don't remind me, even the gayness can't make it enjoyable, like many a teen show 🤷 Junior: Could combine? Somehow? Umm Junior: The supernatural characters and the humans...why yes, I am clutching at straws Junior: This term is killing me Nancy: If I'd get away with handing in some shots instead of an essay I would Nancy: not happening Nancy: 😩 Nancy: What ideas have you had? For the juxtaposition...forget the tempest Nancy: burn that Junior: If only, 1000 words=1 photograph, no contest really Junior: again, if only Will had 💀 Junior: The idea I can't get out of my head, even though it has been done to death so is BEYOND basic, is mashing up a classical art piece with something modern and pop culture...to say something about me (eww!) Junior: Tbf, they usually use Renaissance or very very famous art pieces so I could win points by using some relevant surrealism/ going beyond calling Mona Lisa #flawless Junior: Its all I've got Nancy: I think it's good Nancy: Let's both run with overused concepts and make them not basic in our way Nancy: act like we planned it Nancy: nobody has to know we had no other ideas Junior: Absolutely 😎 Junior: Total confidence is key, comes so natural to the both of us, like Junior: I think worrying about being 'original' is the true hack thing to do here anyway 💅 Nancy joined the chat 13 hours ago Nancy: 😖 yes Nancy: stealing that all Nancy: now if you could keep it going and give me some thoughts on shakespeare to plagiarize 😜 Junior: If I could, I would but even SparkNotes isn't helping me Junior: shall we peruse the best film/stage adaptations? maybe tomorrow night if you're free Nancy: I've seen the 2010 version a few times for obvious reasons Nancy: but yeah the others not so much Nancy: we need to do something that isn't me asking my mum for help Junior: Oh, babe 😂 that's the real tragedy here, you doing that to yourself Junior: maybe I'll borrow her and she can do mine for me Junior: still down for a movie night obviously Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Lead female character Nancy: Shakespeare should've Nancy: Please do take her Nancy: mum swap 😂 Junior: As much as Bill LOVED any excuse for a drag show darling... stick with the evil queens and witches 😘 Junior: Let's do this, full family swap! Let them drive you insane for a bit whilst I live the life 😬 Nancy: Switch that around both my parents are so type A Nancy: Plus you've got all the brothers and sisters to dodge behind Nancy: Buster takes more heat off than most but he's still just one boy Junior: well, mine would refuse to be bound to a type, just as annoying I promise Junior: Its true I can mostly fade into obscurity with all their shenanigans, yet it still somehow isn't the case, just 12 nosy people in your business instead of the usual 2, with a disinterested brother flexing off in the background Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: I'm not having kids Nancy: Don't care if the future wife is frantic Junior: It is an issue that divides all of us tbh Junior: I don't think I'd mind one, to put all my efforts into Junior: but unlikely Junior: unless I co-parent from the sidelines with your wife Nancy: weirder scenarios have come about Nancy: I'd prefer a kitten Junior: steal one when you come over Junior: Ma'd probably notice but really, do we need so many? Nancy: Gran's such a dog person can I get through the door Junior: True, true Junior: Always living on such extremes this fam Junior: I don't know 😏 Nancy: look at me and my brother ultimate homo and hetero Nancy: embarrassing Junior: 😂 Junior: I'd love to suggest he doth protest too much but lbr Nancy: dad's never been prouder 😂 no teen pregnancies for his little girl Nancy: shakespeare would write that Junior: Who are we putting our money on to go first Nancy: that's harder than it sounds Junior: Rio is obvious choice but I sometimes think Grace might go insane and come along and take the claim Junior: *Shudders* Nancy: change the subject I beg you Nancy: I'd rather hear about your attempts to avoid your secret admirer who's a girl and hopelessly 💘 Junior: well, I would rather pretend that was not a thing 😬 Junior: as your brother once eloquently put it, when he was very pissed, 'i could clean up and get untold amounts of pussy' Junior: and that's that on that Junior: considering getting a face transplant 'cos my off-putting demeanour is not doing enough 😒 what problems to have, eh? the privilege of it all! 😂 Nancy: maybe we should go under together Nancy: moral support and potential discount Nancy: if I get told I don't look gay one more time I'm returning my badge Junior: well, where is your crewcut and tank top, like? 🤔 Junior: out here confusing the masses like that, idk Nancy: 🙉 Nancy: Not an identical twin playing tricks either how dare I Junior: why can't you just get in your box and like it, god damn it Nance! Nancy: unrelated except about boxes but should I get some new kit for this project or am I just stalling Nancy: a memoir Junior: any excuse 😜 Junior: but yes, do it Junior: i'm using it as excuse to go 'round all the best art galleries in town again so Nancy: Can I tag along Nancy: they're so quiet it's everything Junior: Naturally Junior: We're art students, we've gotta act like it, I'll keep the pretentious commentary to a minimum if you keep the equally as pretentious 'grams down too 😘 Nancy: I'll try Nancy: The feed wants what it wants though Junior: Can't argue, just leave the real money outta the shot Junior: Gotta leave my fangirls wanting more, like 😂 Nancy: That I will promise Nancy: Not trying to be mobbed by straight girls Junior: You mean you resist the lesbian stereotype of LOVING that too?! Nancy: Somehow it's managed Junior: no mean feat, one of the few gays in the village Nancy: Don't clap it's too loud 😂 Junior: *Finger clicks like this a slam poetry night* Nancy: Thank you Nancy: [sends a selection of childhood pictures] how early years can I go before everyone's rolling their eyes Nancy: Thank you too mum for these. Why did you do this to us? 🙈 Junior: Awww what 👼 Junior: This is how I like to remember Buster, before it all went wrong... 😉 Nancy: 👶🥕 Nancy: The glory days Junior: Weren't they just? Junior: At least you didn't have an extra older sister to dress you up, that's worse...the photos I could bring out, good lord 🙄 Nancy: 😜 And I wasn't that sister. You've welcome Buster Nancy: 🍀 Junior: *Whispers* Can we agree he needs SOMEONE to give him a makeover tho Nancy: I volunteer you as tribute Nancy: I've tried Junior: Maybe next family gathering Junior: if he shows Nancy: Bide your time Nancy: birthday present failsafe idea Junior: the amount of birthday celebrations in this fam is unholy Junior: We have a better social life than I would ever wish for, ugh Nancy: don't make me think about it Nancy: I'm sharing and it's made no difference Junior: wouldn't want you to miss out on all that good good attention we all crave 😂 Nancy: 🙈 Junior: Speaking of attention, have you heard the latest gossip that has piqued our peers? Nancy: You tell me Nancy: I can't think of anything off the top of my head Junior: Mark Colm Junior: a massive gay? Junior: I can't make up my mind if they're just hysterical and he's just a bit camp Junior: or there's something in it Nancy: He's one of us Nancy: Definitely crushing on the headboy I've seen him looking Junior: Isn't everyone? Junior: Even the teachers, complete popularity contest got him that position Junior: Interesting, though... Nancy: Besides me in my minority of one Nancy: And Sian would never Junior: Sian Gaffney? She's never gay! Thought you didn't do straight girls, you're reaching there Nancy: 🙉 not her she's dating the oldest Keenan lad Jake? Blake? idk Nancy: She'd love to ride half our class anyway Junior: Ohh you mean Mrs Kelly, duh Junior: yeah she's one of the only decent teachers about, doesn't seem like she goes in for all that popularity politics Nancy: No she doesn't Junior: Seems like a good place to while away a lunchtime Nancy: don't tell everyone how fun it is there'll all wanna join me Nancy: not ready to say goodbye to my happy place Junior: I think your secret is safe from the masses, even if I suddenly got uncharacteristically chatty Junior: Even the ones that don't take the piss and are relatively decent human beings Junior: still rather go get a nandos or whatever it is they do Nancy: Yeah I'm an open book if anyone asks 😂 Nancy: I'll stick with the one stereotype I'm okay with embracing, my eager vegetarianism Nancy: No offence lads Junior: Its all kale and charitable acts with this one Junior: No ulterior motives at all 😏 Nancy: just a rich girl with more wealth than she can give away 😜 Nancy: nothing else to see here Junior: mhmm okay 👌 Junior: we'll pretend I don't know you better than that Nancy: Hey you don't know everything Junior: True Junior: are you in the mood for telling? Junior: 🤔 Nancy: Sometimes Nancy: Can't put it all in my art Junior: not if you don't want Miss to think you're trying to tell her something Junior: flattered but straight, like Nancy: She's not the one Nancy: She'll be flattered to hear Junior: Indeed Nancy: When there is someone it'd be nice to talk about it Nancy: Sometimes like I said Junior: Well, you know where I am Junior: When there is someone Nancy: But I wouldn't know where to start Nancy: I can't put words to it ?? Not the right ones Junior: That's not just you Junior: If I'm to understand all the songs and poetry professing they too have no words Junior: Can but try 🙂 Nancy: Helpful Nancy: What about you? Headboys to one side. Any crushes? Junior: No, no Junior: No point, is there Nancy: Doesn't mean there's a way to stop yourself Nancy: Wish I could just No at myself Junior: I don't know, I don't find it too hard Junior: but you're out so its different Junior: I wouldn't want to go out with anyone...even if Mark is a gay Junior: what would he want with me Nancy: You're a catch Nancy: Out or not he'd be punching above his weight to have you Junior: I don't think there's any point being with someone if you can't be open with it Junior: Being a dirty little secret isn't going to feel good for either party Nancy: For some people it feels worth it Nancy: Just to be with, or around them Junior: Perhaps Junior: Safe to say I don't feel that deeply for any lad here so yeah Junior: keeping on my shelf for now, like Nancy: There's a junxtaposition, us on our respective ledges Nancy: I can't remember what being happily single is like Nancy: Another lesbian stereotype for the list Junior: Don't, how depressing 😂 Junior: I am not about that angsty teen art life Junior: How do we get you a lady? Junior: Do we have to hit the clubs? Nancy: 🙈 Nancy: No no no Nancy: Give that up for a bad job and worse idea Nancy: I'm too picky Junior: You're speaking to me Junior: vowed a celibate here Junior: we can do this for you Nancy: We can't Nancy: Leave me in my rut Junior: Fine fine 😋 Nancy: I'll be in my dark room angsting 😂 Junior: Noted Junior: I'll drag you out for museums and Tempest film marathon tomorrow, yeah? Junior: 'Til then madame Nancy: Looking forward to it Nancy: Stay inspired 💚 Junior: Stay golden 💛