#each time i say 'i got it figured out' the story slaps me in the face

[the-blind-geisha]

Me: I'm just gonna write a small King Boo thing. No biggie. 5 chapters, maybe at best.

Weeks later:

[ikarakie]

after eddie introduces a demogorgon to one of his hellfire campaigns, the kids get a little squirmy. they're nervously looking at each other and aren't engaging as excitedly as they usually do. when he calls time, he watches dustin rummage through his backpack and produce a walkie talkie.

he watches, a bit dumbfounded, as the kid demands a 'check-in'. all at once, multiple different voices come over the channel. stating a name and then saying 'safe.' ("nancy, safe." "robin, safe." "max, safe.")

"steve?" dustin demands. there's only static. "steve!" a little more frantic this time.

"he left to pick you up." a female voice replies, "he's probably fine. you'll see him soon."

none of the kids look particularly pleased, and pack up hastily. eddie and the other hellfire members all share confused glances. he, more morbidly curious than anything else, follows the little sheep as they hurry out of the school.

dustin is fucking restless as they all stand in the empty parking lot. he won't stay still and none of them are answering any of eddie's questions. and he only gets more confused when a brown beemer pulls in, windows down and playing depeche mode through the speakers. dustin goes to sprint towards it, and he has to hold him by the collar to stop him getting run over.

the beemer pulls up and steve harrington, in all his glory, steps out, frowning. dustin wrenches out of eddie's grip and all but bodies the guy, wrapping arms tightly around his midsection. steve, still looking puzzled, hugs back. lucas and mike trail after dustin.

"we called a check-in." dustin says, a bit muffled from where his face is smushed into steve's shirt. steve goes sort of pale, and- and presses a goddamn kiss to the top of henderson's head before tightening the hug.

"shit, i'm sorry." and eddie believes him. he sounds so guilty. "i meant to replace the batteries before i left. sorry, i'm okay." dustin pulls back and scrubs at his eyes. lucas takes his place, though the hug he gives is more like one of those bro-hugs jocks seem to love. steve smiles regardless. he just ruffles mike's hair, who pouts in response but looks relieved nonetheless.

"asshole." he mutters. "rule four, walkies on at all times." steve nods as the kid half-heartedly waves goodbye to eddie and hops in the backseat of the beemer. lucas follows. dustin seems reluctant to walk around the car, to take his eyes off steve for even a second.

"you wanna stay over tonight?" steve asks, warm and gentle. he folds his arms and in that moment eddie thinks they look sort of like brothers. "robin and me were gonna watch some films. we can call your mom from mine."

the kid nods, looking a bit happier. steve slaps him on the back and motions him to get in the car. dustin swivels to hug and say goodbye to eddie (who sort of forgot he was physically present in this moment) before doing as he was told.

steve turns to eddie. which- whew! hi pretty eyes.

"sorry." he smiles and eddie can't for the life of him figure out what he's apologising for. "they, uh- yeah. them." he gestures vaguely at the car and eddie just chuckles.

"hey, man, no worries." he says, a little breathless that he's having a conversation with the steve harrington. "they okay? never seen henderson look so rattled." steve nods, then seems to think better of it and just shrugs. cocks his hip to the side (stop fucking staring at his hips, munson, lord!)

"they will be." he glances back at the beemer, which is now full of childish bickering. pauses to think and then asks, "you using demogorgons in your campaign right now?"

eddie blinks at him. "yes? yeah. what the fuck- how do you know what that is? what-" steve just laughs.

"long story." there's a haunted look in his eyes before he continues, "just, uh- that's probably what upset them. demogorgons and us- them, i mean-" he waves his hand. "bad memories. hard to explain, but... if you could..." he doesn't need to ask, seems like he doesn't know how or even if he's allowed.

"got it, ill tweak the campaign." harrington smiles at him, something small and genuine, and murmurs a thanks. offers him a fucking lift, which eddie declines, motioning to his van. harrington just nods, tells him to get home safe and then clambers back into the car, yells at the kids to put seatbelts on with all the exasperation of a single dad, and pulls away.

eddie watches them go, having seen a side of harrington he'd thought dustin had been lying about. steve harrington, the caring babysitter, everyone's older brother, a changed man.

he starts escorting the kids to the parking lot more often.

[b2cute]

After Hours | Matt Sturniolo

authors notes: hi guys! i’ve been really busy but i want to try to be more active on this app because i love you guys so much! reminder that requests are open!

warnings: y/n (don’t kill me), fem reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, sex, no pull out, wrap before u tap!!!!, cussing?, lmk if i miss anything

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It was 12:40 am and Matt still hadn’t arrived to pick me up from my friend's house. I was there all day and the night before, helping her prep for a big final coming up at our university. We met each other at a bar freshman year and now spend our late teenage years together. I found Matt through her when she invited me to her birthday party early into our friendship. I got to meet Nathan, a close friend of Matt’s and later found Matt because of him. Through the years of my relationship with Matt, we share plenty of memories and stories. He is sweet and takes good care of me. It took time for him to open up to me which is something I found interesting considering his now bubbly persona. Matt would start by shaking my hand and guiding me to his car. Now, he sprints to me and picks me up like a feather while carrying me to the car for our weekly dates.

Considering our different lifestyles, it's hard for me and Matt to see each of her as much as we desire. His love for YouTube and my constant studying made it impossible to get alone time, so when we were together he made the most out of it. For others, Matt is kind and shy with a friendly personality, but for me… well it's safe to say he hates my guts after hours.

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“Yeah just like that” she screams out. Her face was shoved into the plush silk pillows in his room. The lights were dim and the only sounds were y/n’s moans and slapping through the bedroom, maybe even the whole house. Matt continues pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. Even though she couldn't remember how many times she finished, y/n was still feigning for more. The way her tight walls hugged Matt's thick member made the two weak for each other. “Gonna be a good girl and give me a couple more right baby?” the sweaty brunette calls out. His figure was almost invisible in the room with nothing but a dark silhouette showing his lean body.

Matt continued fucking himself onto y/n, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body became numb and her legs gave out a long ago now being held by Matt's tattooed arm that snakes throughout her waist as he slowly bent down to place harsh kisses onto the girl's back. “Please mmph… can't take it anymore” the girl cried out. She was attempting to crawl away from the boy when she suddenly felt her body shift. Matt turned her limp body around so her head was on the back of the pillows. “You got it, almost done love just hang on” he grunts. Matt brings his arms to the backs of y/n’s thighs and lifts them back to her knees. The new angle brought a wave of pleasure as his head kissed her g-spot over and over. “Matt oh my g-god!” she moans out but the boy tuned her out long ago, only focusing on making her finish.

He slowed down his pace, pulling out until just the tip was in her, then slamming back in, repeating this over and over. Soft groans escaped the boy's lips as he held onto the girl, not letting her leave the state she was in.

“Matt seriously, no more” she cried out, “I'm done.” This only made Matt needier, bringing a hand lower to her puffy clit, rubbing hard circles with the pads of his fingers, occasionally leaving a light slap. Y/n jerked up from the pleasure, holding onto the boy's hair as a familiar knot in her stomach formed for the 3rd time. “C-close” she warned the boy as her eyes screwed shut from the sensation she felt. “M’ too, come with me babe” the boy growled fastening his pace. He left out numerous amount of thrusts before releasing his sticky seed inside y/n’s swollen cunt. “Matt!” y/n screams out, her back leaving the mattress as her hands grip the silky sheets underneath her. She squirmed underneath the boy and created the perfect “O” shape on her mouth. A series of cusses left Matt’s mouth as he panted hard after coming.

Trying to not hurt her, Matt slowly pulled out, the sight of their releasing oozing out of the girl. Wasting no time, Matt dips his head down legs y/n’s legs shoving the muscle in his mouth into her. “Too sensitive!” she cries out, her hands finding a home in his damp hair trying to pull him away. “Can't leave a mess, can we? Nick and Chris will notice” he smirks before diving back in. His tongue dances around the girl's cunt, cleaning everything up before light sucking her swollen clit. Y/n was a moaning mess, moving around and squirming at every little touch. When Matt felt satisfied, he pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy and standing up.

The girl was lying down on the bed, her body almost paralyzed. Matt stood up, walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a damp towel to clean up anything left behind. After throwing it away, he went into the bed pulling Y/n into his arms, kissing the top of her head. He could feel her heart beating out her chest and he stroked her hair. “I love you, baby, you did so good for me” he cooed, planting kisses on her forehead. The girl let out a soft hum as she drifted into bed. Not being able to sleep, Matt grabbed his phone to see 40+ notifications from his group chat with Nick and Chris.

| For god's sake please shut the fuck up

| Matt you hooligan I can hear you over my music

| I give up.

The boy let out a soft laugh before shutting his phone off and bringing y/n closer to his chest, slowly drifting off to bed himself.

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[mxiaogod]

— 16. [AGNUS] SUKUNA AU X FEM AFAB! READER

WARNING : VERY CRUEL, CANNIBALISM REFERENCES, PENETRATION, BITING, MANHANDLING, CUNNILINGUS, JUST PLAIN HATE FUCK? LMAO IDEK HOW TO TAG THIS ANYMORE, DARK CONTENT! NSFW, (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N : Y'all I’m back after a year omfg, thank you for 437 followers! I’m grateful for the recognition. I got lazy halfway writing the rest of the smut, sorry y'all.🧍‍♀️

— Sacrifice of the self is noble, sacrifice of others is cowardly. A life forlorn while doom is in your blood. There is no room for terror of demons if you were born for one.

“You are our salvation, my beautiful, beautiful daughter.” Lithe fingers thread through the strands of your hair, intertwining with frail and bony fingers. Your mother coughs, each sound scratchy like a record player but each syllable lulling you in a state of tenderness.

“Why me, mother?” You asked, your voice betraying your heart. You are stuck in a state of confusion, thoughts spiraling as to why out of all, you?

“My darling, we aren’t made to last forever and there will be no peace in eternity.” As her words spill from her chapped lips and sharp tongue, so do the tears that kiss the bone of your cheeks. 

A sacrificial lamb, agnus. That’s all you were ever destined for. Destined to be nothing but ruins sedimenting until the depths of your soul, a divine offering to a god like him. 

They say that fear is a common reaction to the divine and that does frighten you. A chill suddenly hugged your frame, bones shaking from trepidation. You are born and you blossomed from the land of death, a doomed faith filled with nothing but misery and wisteria. 

A booming knock sounded from the wooden door, along with the crash of thunder storm and the rise and fall of the seas. “It is time! You must hurry, he is angry! The god is getting angry!” accompanied by screams of terror, the children, the people, you thought. The water level rises up along with your constant sobs and tears of panic.

Your mother scurries, holding you up by the sharp points of your elbow forcing you to stand and face your fate. A wretched and noble flavor leaves a bitter taste in your tongue. Your lip curls as to why? A constant question in your mind. You bite your lip in pretense of bravery.

You walk slowly out of the door, facing the unforgiving seas with only a dagger clasped within the calluses of your hand. You walk up until the tips of your toes kiss the foam of the waves, drawing a big breath, a gust of wind fills and expands your lungs, feeling like something is caught in your throat. You close your eyes, wispy lashes caressing your cheeks as tears still escape the tight bindings. You remember all the lives lost and the safety of others, engraved in your mind and forever a resolve.

“Where are you! Show yourself, I am not a coward! I come here to face you.” You shout into oblivion, your saccharine voice echoing through the waters.

“Reveal yourself! Don’t waste my fucking time!” Your shouts are getting angrier, feeling like there’s gravel stuck in your throat. All the while your palms clutch the blade harder, drawing cardinals from the crevices of your palm. 

A swishing sound caused your neck to snap forwards, heavy steps slapping against the salty waters. “Ah, what a sweet lamb, eh?” A Shadow makes its eldritch dance, telling stories of terror in the buoyant breeze. His gravelly voice reaches your ears, it’s depths like a punch in your gut. 

“I can feel your misery sweet lamb.” He taunts, his voice echoing and teasing your mind. You squint through the haze, trying to make up his figure but he blends well with the fog and the raindrops mess with your vision.

You finally get a clear view of his hauntingly beautiful face, a scream making it way past your lips in shock and terror. Your whole life was dedicated to this, but nothing could have prepared you for Sukuna, the god of the unforgiving seas.

“I get that reaction a lot, more than you know.” He says unfazed, walking slowly and unforgiving towards you. You blink to get a clear view of divine masculinity. Blushed hair with markings that tell tales, kissing all over his sinewy form. A man that is not like mankind with four arms and a profusion of faces. 

He is so hauntingly, and devastatingly beautiful.

All the while stunned by the creature, he suddenly shocks you by stabbing his trident with great force and speed, caging in your neck, sharp claws burying in the sand. You let out a sharp cry as your body falls, embracing your impact while your downy skin clashes with the rough sand. Your hands immediately grip the sharp claws of his weapon while trying to find yours. “Do not even try it.” He says with cruel eyes and a sharp smirk.

“No– NO!” You cry out in defeat, your mind spiraling into hysteria. What a fool you thought, your whole life was dedicated to fight and achieve victory against this wretched god, but you were left with defeat in seconds without even a single slash on his scarred skin. 

He kneels down beside your form, caressing your cheeks affectionately. You were dumbfounded and you found yourself leaning into the touch. 

A man you were taught to despise your whole life, was the only man who showed you what affection felt like in a slither of a second. 

You stare at his peculiar face with betraying eyes and lashes wet with tears. “Little lamb, you are an instrument of war.” He says, confusing you even further.

Your chest heaves in confusion, wondering whether to kiss the man or slit his throat. You try to swallow in attempts to relieve the dryness of your throat.

“I don’t understand–” you shake your head, “We’re supposed to, I’m supposed to-” You were interrupted with a feral kiss, his winter lips as cold as stone. It felt like a loving rub to your back, a mother’s affection and a friendship that you missed out on your whole life. His kiss was ferocious and unforgiving, but he has given you nothing but beautiful madness. Your pale white dress clings to your skin, hugging your figure. Baring the sharp points of your nipples due to the coldness of the cruel storm.

His angry, roaming hands make their way to every inch of your body, sanctifying your soul. He reaches your pussy, baring your soul to him. The waves smash around the rocks in the shallows, their foam crests creating a chaotic lace on the blue. 

“What a sweet, sweet lamb, all for me, right?” He asks in a tauntingly soft voice, you can’t do nothing but agree, like a dumbstruck whore. 

Your hips lift in an attempt to chase pleasure as his fingers circle your clit. He grips the skin of your hips in a bruising clutch as his tongue darts out to lick the length of you stomach in a maddening path up and down, sealing his cruel intentions deep into your skin. Open mouthed kisses placed in your lower abdomen as you moan sweetly at the foreign sensation of pleasure and sentiment. Still confused at the fact that you were taught to hate a man who has so far shown you nothing but pleasure and cruel affection.

Sukuna lifts your dress that sticks to your skin angrily, like it was blasphemy for anything to touch your skin other than him. Lush and plump thighs greeted him, along with the sweetest pussy ever bared to him. He parts your pussy lips with his thumb, opening you up in the most sensitive way.

“I love the sounds you make, so sweet, so saccharine.” He says, while his thumb plays with your clit. 

He grips your thighs and lifts your hips, holding you by your iliac crest and greedily covering your cunt with his mouth.

“Not even the sweetest fruit on earth could ever hold a candle to the taste of your pussy.” He murmurs as he eats you out unforgivingly, his tongue stretching you in sweet agony.

“Oh gods, it feels so good.” You moan breathily, he stops momentarily, his hands gripping your face while his sharp nails dig into the plush of your cheeks. 

“I’m here, and I’m the only god you’ll address while you’re bared to me, and only me.” He says with enough force for submission, you could only nod your head in response.

He sits on the soles of his feet as he admires the beautiful picture you paint for him, his cock throbbing while the scent and sweetness of your pussy still lingering on his tongue. 

“You could drive a god crazy and wonder what their fingers did before they held you.” He says in admiration as he fists his cock, veiny and throbbing, dripping with pre-cum.

Your hips twitch in desire and terror, wondering how you’re ever going to take him in your pussy.

His mouth roams around your breast, his incisors driving down and biting on the soft flesh above your left breast, drawing crimson blood and marks all over your body, marking it as his temple.  

You release a cry from the pain and pleasure, the only two other sensations you’ve ever felt other than doom and terror. He shushes your cry by licking on the wound as he releases sounds of pleasure from the taste of your blood and flesh. 

You no longer believe in anything other than the way he holds your flesh between his teeth, as it starts to taste like religion to him.

His hands cage your hips, pinning them down to the sand leaving no room for protest. He aligns his cock to your pussy, driving in full force with no mercy. You cry and cry out from the pain until it turns into pleasure, blood covering the premises of your thighs and his hips. His eyes close from heaven on earth and he looks so beautiful with you all over his mouth.

You moan his name until it is no different than a prayer. You begin to think you’re sick in the head for committing such acts of crime that everyone would shame and frown upon but god you wanted him, in some primal, wild way, full of teeth, blood and flesh.

Because after all, cruelty was the only love you’ve ever known. 

[pedrithink]

pedri and y/n doing the tiktok trend where they tell each other their icks 🫶

icks ✩ pedri gonzález

summary: you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

requested: yes/no

“So…today we are going to talk our icks about eachother." You put the phone in a way that you and Pedri appear on the screen. "Who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Pedri takes out his notebook and speaks seriously. "When you speak in a baby voice."

You widen your eyes and point accusingly at him. "You do that too."

He makes a derisive look and shakes his head in denial at the camera. "Too much." He nudges your waist. "Go ahead, say yours."

"When you make fun of my eyebrow after I've had my henna done." You say, turning to face him, and Pedri holds back a laugh. "It hurts my feelings." You can't hold your laughter after looking at him.

"Okay, second…" You open your mouth pretending to be disappointed by his lack of reaction and interrupt, "Hey, we're still on this. It hurts my feelings."

He turns to you again and speaks with an arched eyebrow. "When you talk like a baby, it gets annoying sometimes."

"Okay, live with it." Pedri lets out a broken laugh and shakes his shoulders. "Okay, live with my chirping then."

"Oh my God, I hate you so much. Tell the second one." You close your face jokingly and he leaves a kiss on your shoulder before continuing.

Pedri straightens his posture. "Doesn't have an inside voice at the gym, I'm trying to help her and I'll everybody starts staring at me in the gym after hearing 'fuck off, Pedri.'" He says with an expression of false anger and you let out a loud laugh after remembering this event.

"It was a one time thing." You try to defend yourself and he raises his arms to express his indignation.

"And it only took one to traumatize me."

You jokingly push him away. "OH MY GOD, this is such a big one." You turn to say it looking into his eyes. "When you call me 'mami' when it's not sexy time." He starts to laugh and you continue, "That's not okay, it's gross." You point to the camera. "It's a turn off."

"Shut up, you literally like it." He tries to defend himself. "Everything I do is a turn off to you." The indignant tone of his voice and the way he rolls his eyes, you can only laugh at the situation. "Anyways, when you tell a story and it's not right."

You open your mouth indignantly and look at the camera while denying with your head. "Like she will literally tell a story like it happened and I'm like that's not how it went." He says as he waves his hands. "Like, that's so annoying. Tell how it is like."

You grimace at the camera. "My 3rd point, he's not mature." You say it with the intention of teasing him and smile when you see his surprised reaction. "I'm 1 year younger than him and I'm more mature than him." You say with a pout. "He acts like he's 5 years old."

He looks at you and lets an indignant laugh escape his lips. "My 3rd point, she always thinks I'm mad at her and that's annoying as fuck." He says this while facing the camera and you let a light slap on his head. "My 4th point…"

You interrupt him and face him with a shocked expression. "What? This is the other thing." You turn to the camera again. "How is he…he literally just got the notebook and just started writing." You make an expression of writing. "I'm sitting there for 20 minutes trying to figure it out. I only have 4 points down and you're going to the 5th." He turns his notebook to the screen to show that there are actually six and makes a fond face while you get even more indignant. "Like, mine are nice. My 4th one is 'you say sorry for no reason'. Like that's so nice and you're over here ripping me up."

You say all this with an angry expression and he stares at you, holding his laughter. "This is why I told you I didn't wanna make the tiktok because now you're gonna be all mad and upset."

"I'm going to break up with him." You point your thumb at him and say it with a serious expression.

Pedri just grabs you and kisses your cheek, "I love you even with all those flaws." He says it in a funny tone of voice.

"I love you too, idiot." You leave a kiss on his mouth and turn to the camera again. "Now you're going to go without sex for a month to see if you can stop fooling around."

Pedri shuts his mouth immediately and stares at you with his expression extremely shocked. "Love, we don't joke about sex."

"Who says I'm joking?" You turn to him with your most serious expression and control yourself not to laugh at his desperate face.

"I'm never recording Tiktok with you again.' He stands up abruptly and walks out of the video with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

[wrestlingwithlife]

Hot Showers And Steamy Kisses

After training showers turn out to be a bit to steamy for Soap to handle.

Soap x Male!Reader

Warnings : Suggestive Content but nothing explicit

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Y/n ducked out of the ring, rolling his neck as he made his way back to the wall where is Soap was awaiting him. Soap offered his boyfriend a grin, eyes trailing his frame.

“You look hot.”

Y/n snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, hot and sweaty.”

“That’s just how I like you~”

“You’re nasty.” The s/c male complained as he slapped Soap’s hands away, but he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips at his lovers antics.

Soap went to lean on his boyfriends shoulder, but Y/n stuck an elbow out, keeping him from coming any closer.

“Absolutely not. We are both soaking wet and smell. Wait until after we shower.”

Soap grumbled a bit, but the invitation was there so he didn’t complain to much.

The Scott’s eyes suddenly got a mischievous look to them. “You should let me shower with you.” He begged, tilting his head in the way he knew Y/n wouldn’t be able to say no.

The e/c eyes male looked down at his boyfriend, seemingly weighing his options. The two had seen each other naked plenty of times, but they’d never really showered with one another.

Well they had, but it went much further a simple shower.

“Fine, but I’m tired, so we’re only showering. Understand?”

Soap huffed, a small whine bubbling in the back of his throat, but Y/n stood firm on his demands.

“Fine.”

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Soap slipped into Y/n’s room quietly, the sound of water running from the shower head already present. Soap had made a stop by his own room to grab a pair of comfy sweats, that had originally belonged to Y/n, to change into after he showered.

Y/n had gone a head to get the shower ready, already stepping in as he awaited his boyfriend’s arrival.

Soap tossed the sweats onto the bed before hurrying towards the bathroom, eager to join his lover. In his haste he ignored the suspicious amount of steam that filled the room as he stripped or the overwhelming heat he felt as he pulled back the curtain a bit to step into the shower.

The mow-hawked male slipped between Y/n and the water, only to let out an undignified yelp as the scalding liquid poured down his back.

“What the fuck!?” Soap shrieked, scrambling to stand in front of Y/n and clinging to his chest as he used his boyfriend as a shield.

The e/c eyed male quirked a brow, his hands resting on Soap’s hips to steady him. “What’s the matter?”

It dawned on Soap that his boyfriend was just casually standing under the scalding stream of water, seemingly unfazed.

“What the hell are you?” The Scott muttered under his breath, pressing close to his boyfriend so no stray bits of water would attack his already red skin.

Watching as Soap practically hid away from the shower head it was easy for Y/n to figure out the issue. “Is the water to hot for you?”

Without waiting for the other male to answer the h/c haired male reached back to turn down the water’s temperature. After a moment Soap stuck a tentative hand out, letting out a sigh of relief as he found the water much more bearable.

He leaned his head back a bit, giving his boyfriend a skeptical look. “I’m convinced you’ve burned all the nerves in your back off.”

Y/n chuckled, e/c eyes gleaming as he leaned down close to Soap’s face. “Maybe.” He hummed before capturing the males lips in a steamy kiss. Y/n pushed back on the smaller male until he was pressed against the wall of the shower.

Soap let out a surprised grunt at the feeling, gasping for air when Y/n finally pulled away. “I thought you were to tired?” He puffed, looking up into Y/n’s needy gaze.

The male hummed, hands trailing down Soap’s backside. He leaned in close, leaving playful nips along his ear.

“I just got my second wind~”

Soap was in for a long night.

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Sorry it’s a bit short, I’m currently working on a Ghost story and I hit a bit of a writers block so I decided to give y’all this to hold you guys over lol

Also I wanna know if you guys would be interested in the occasional spicier stories as well 😏

Man’s a bit of an update on Cowboy!Reader, I’ve got two stories planned out for him so I hope you guys will like them when they come out! They’ll be a bit longer than the normal ones so they may take a bit longer.

Anyhow, sorry for dumping all that information lol

- Author~Chan out ✌️

[darks-ink]

Welcome back! I saw you are taking story ideas so I wanted to submit two of the prompts I wrote for Phic Phight.

1) Danny's excuse when someone notices the resemblance between Fenton and Phantom and comes too close to his secret: The ghost is his dead twin who he ate in the womb. This might have more truth to it than he originally thought.

2) Long ago Clockwork had and lost a child, the young Ancient of Space. Even with his Sight of time, he could never see what became of them, only that they disappeared. Now another being that evades his Sight has crashed into his existence. Another child, and this one a boy with the stars in his eyes and the cold of space in his veins.

I hope you like either of these!

Thank you! I went with #1, but admittedly it turned out a little short.

Duplicity

Rating: Gen Warnings: focuses on vanishing twins & the formation of ghosts, especially in connection to each other Words: 770 Additional Tags: Post-reveal, Good Fenton parents

[AO3]

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“You know, one thing still confuses me about ghost cores.” Danny resisted the temptation to fidget when three pairs of eyes turned to him. “Or, uh, the cores of half-ghosts, at least?”

“Do tell, Great One, and perhaps I can answer.” Frostbite turned further to face him.

“Well, um.” Danny’s eyes darted over to his parents, briefly, before returning to Frostbite. “Isn’t it kinda weird that my core is more stable than Dani and Vlad? Like, I thought Dani was just because she was a clone, so she was destabilizing, but apparently Vlad got really sick as he was developing his powers? But I was, well, fine?” He shrugged, unsure of how to put his thoughts into words.

His mother hummed thoughtfully, but didn’t say anything. Neither did his dad, though he did frown.

“Of course not. Both other half-ghosts you refer to had to develop their own cores, growing them from scratch. You, on the other hand, absorbed yours from another ghost, thus stepping past the initial growing pains.”

Danny felt his heart stop. His core freeze. Thoughts grinding to a halt.

“Excuse me?” he blurted out, automatically, incredulously. “Are you telling me I killed another ghost?”

“No, no.” Frostbite lifted his hands, voice dropping into a soothing tone. “Although it is not unheard of for proper ghosts to fuse together into one, this sort of core-binding is only possible with blob ghosts.”

“And blob ghosts aren’t truly sentient, right?” Maddie hummed in thought, saving Danny the effort of trying to figure out what, exactly, Frostbite meant. “They’re barely more than free-floating ectoplasm, which is common here in the Ghost Zone.”

Frostbite nodded. “Indeed. A more developed ghost couldn’t have been absorbed in such a manner, so there is no need to worry, Great One.”

“That’s a relief.” Danny heaved a sigh. It still felt weird to imagine that his core wasn’t originally his, that it had developed separately, but, well. At least he hadn’t killed someone in the process.

“Although,” Frostbite suddenly started, interrupting Danny’s thoughts. “It is very unusual.”

“Oh?” Danny felt like slapping himself. Why did he ask for more information? He regretted asking in the first place. Knowing more wasn’t going to make himself feel better, was it?

But his parents would probably have asked if he hadn’t. Right? Yeah, definitely.

“Typically, ghosts require some form of connection to be present to bind together. Two fully-formed ghosts can fuse over shared goals or other such traits, but such a thing isn’t possible with a blob ghost. To absorb one of those, a more tangible connection is required.”

Frostbite eyed Danny, but he couldn’t quite read the emotion in his eyes. “Obviously the power of the Ghost Portal let you bypass the part where you weren’t a ghost yourself—” or perhaps he was dying and turning into a ghost anyway, “—but that connection would’ve still been necessary.”

But how. What? Who? The blob ghost must’ve come from somewhere, something, someone, but Danny couldn’t imagine, couldn’t think—

“Oh, that makes sense,” Maddie said, voice casual. “Danny absorbed his twin in the womb, so it makes sense for him to do the same thing with his twin’s ghost.”

“What?” Danny blurted out, turning to her in shock. “I had a twin? A twin I absorbed?!”

“Well, yes.” Maddie nodded, looking at him in confusion. “Of course, it happened fairly early on, so he wouldn’t have become a real ghost. But the impression of it, the potential of a twin gained and lost, that would’ve been enough form a blob ghost.” She turned to Frostbite. “Right?”

“Right.” Frostbite nodded back. “And yes, a connection like that would have worked quite well. A connection of blood and spirit, an action repeated. An echo between life and death.”

Danny shook his head. Well. Jerked his head side to side. “Are you serious? Why are you all acting like this is—this is normal, totally expected?”

“I thought you knew, honey.” Maddie was frowning at him now, confusion deepening. “Weren’t you the one who started using it as a cover?”

“What?” He blinked at her, then realized. Yes. Yes, he had been using that as an excuse for the resemblance between Danny Fenton and Phantom. A dead twin, a ghost which looked just like the living Danny. “I didn’t—I didn’t think it was real.”

“Oh.” She shot an uncertain look at Jack, then Frostbite, then turned to him. “Well. You know now?”

Danny stared at her, incredulous. Then shook his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do now.”

But what the hell was he supposed to think of all this?

[merrybloomwrites]

Beast of Burden

Summary: Y/N is dealing with a rough relationship in which her boyfriend forces her to distance herself from friends and family. When she finally breaks free she bumps into her old friend, Damien, who helps with the fallout from the relationship.

Word Count: 3.9K

CW: abusive partner, verbal abuse, manipulation, name calling, physical abuse, threat of self harm, sexual abuse (nothing intense, he doesn't force himself on her or anything; I can clarify if anyone wants that before reading)

None of these warnings are about Damien! They're all about the ex

AN: Based on this anon request ; Might have changed details a bit but tried sticking close to the ask!

To clarify before you read, Y/N does not work at Smosh.

It's a heavier story, with some sensitive topics so please read the content warnings. If I missed anything please let me know, but I tried to include everything I could.

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Making the decision to end your relationship with Seth had been easy. Actually following through and breaking up with him, however, was the hardest thing you’d ever done. 

Not because you were sad to end things. But because you were scared. Scared of him and how he would react. 

Seth was not a nice person. Sure he started out nice. He was sweet when you’d matched on Tinder, asking questions to get to know you and sharing facts about himself that drew you to him. He was a gentleman on your first date, taking you to a restaurant he’d correctly guessed you would like and bringing a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

The relationship progressed, and he treated you very well. At first. 

And then things started to change. It started subtly, and you hadn’t realized what was happening. He’d ask you to hang out with him all the time, and you thought it was nice that he wanted to spend time together. He didn’t want you texting people when you were with him, and you figured that he just wanted your focus to be on each other. 

Things started to escalate, and little by little you became cut off from your friends and family. Seth changed, his kind exterior giving way to show the cruel man underneath. 

It started with words, him breaking you down mentally. He’d tell you that you’re lucky to have him since no one else wants you around. 

Then came the emotional neglect. He no longer asked you about your work or how you were feeling. Sex was just about him. You were there for his pleasure. It didn’t matter if you reached your climax, and cuddling after was out of the question, leaving you unsatisfied and feeling used. 

He’d asked you to move in with him multiple times, but you always declined, much to his chagrin. At first you told him you weren’t ready and since he was still nice Seth, he accepted that. When he continued to ask, you told him you didn’t want to break the lease on your apartment since that would cost a huge amount of money. Which was true at first, but you’re now only a couple weeks from this lease ending and you moving to a new apartment, though he doesn’t need to know that. But still, the excuse worked, and you’re extremely grateful that you have a place of your own. 

Because tonight, Seth had harmed you for the third time. The first was over a month ago. You’d been out with a group of his buddies that night. He’d gotten drunk, and when you got back to his place he yelled at you for embarrassing him in front of his friends. You had no idea what you’d done wrong, but he was livid. When he slapped you across the face your ears rang and your eyes filled with tears. You ran out as quickly as possible, drove home and burrowed under your covers as you sobbed over what had just happened. 

He was apologetic the next day, saying he had too much to drink and deeply regretted his actions. He bought you flowers, something he hadn’t done in months, and promised it would never happen again. 

That lasted three weeks. You were spending the night at his place and the two of you were watching a movie. It was nice, his arm wrapped around you while a romcom that he’d let you choose played. Later you’d yell at yourself for being so naive, for thinking he really just wanted to spend quality time with you. It shouldn’t have been a surprise when he started pressing wet kisses to your throat and placed his hand roughly on the inside of your thigh. 

You pushed him away, and that’s when things got ugly. 

First was name calling, him saying you’re a bitch, a cunt, somehow both a whore and a prude. When you’d had enough you stood up to leave. He followed you down the hallway, grabbing your wrist in a vice grip and shoving you against the wall. In just one second he’d bruised your arm, caused a bump to form on the back of your head, and knocked the wind out of you. 

The tears fell before you could leave his grip, and rather than realizing that he’d hurt you, he’d  sneered, annoyed that you were crying. 

That was the moment you had finally decided to end the relationship. You just weren’t sure how. 

And then tonight. You’ve been dreading seeing him, but you still don’t know what you’re going to do so you have to keep up appearances for the time being. You go over to his place, bringing take out that you pick up along the way. Which is apparently the wrong move. 

“What the fuck is this? I thought you were making dinner,” he says as you walk in, not even greeting you or giving you a kiss hello. 

“I was finishing a project at work and knew you’d be hungry so I grabbed your favorite instead of making you wait for me to cook,” you explain, hoping he’ll accept that. He doesn’t. 

“God you stupid woman! You can't do anything right. I should be your priority. Not work. You know what? I think it’s time you stop going. I’ll provide the income, you stay here and be the homemaker.”

“I don’t even live here, Seth.”

“That’s another thing. Enough with this living part. You’re getting rid of your crummy apartment and moving in here with me. End of discussion.”

Everything he’s saying is so grossly misogynistic that for a second your rage overrides your fear of him. 

“You don’t get to make these decisions for me!” You yell. “I’m not giving up my apartment and I’m sure as hell not quitting my job. I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I am. Oh, and you providing for us? On your income? I’d like to see that miracle.” 

You regret the words as soon as you say them. While true, it’s obvious that you’ve just poked the already aggressive bear. 

“You shut the fuck up, right now!” He yells as he slaps you across the face. “Maybe I’d better help you,” he says and his hand goes to your throat. Your eyes are wide in terror as he attempts to choke you, but you fight back, scratching your nails in his arm and forcing him to let you. 

Grabbing your bag you run to the front door. “We’re done, Seth!” You shout, voice coming out scratchy. “You will never see me again. We’re through.”

As quickly as you can, you rush back home. Your mind is spinning, and you’re afraid he’s going to come for you so you pack a bag of essentials and leave again. You find a hotel and check yourself in for the night, figuring you just need to be safe and you’ll make a plan in the morning. 

After a night of restless sleep, you have a half cooked plan ready. You don’t feel safe in your current apartment, so you just need somewhere to stay until your new lease starts in just two and a half weeks. It’s a Wednesday so you still have work to do, and that keeps you focused for the morning. Then you send an email to the manager of your new building to inquire if you can move in any earlier. After that you try to find any short term rental solution that won’t bankrupt you. The hotel is nice, and you booked it for a couple of nights, but the price is way higher than you can do for more than that. 

Plus, you had somehow managed to book a hotel fairly close to the Anaheim Convention Center. During Vidcon. You don’t know how you missed that fact when you were checkin in, but you were pretty damn stressed so you figure that had something to do with it. 

At lunch you decide to leave the hotel to find some food. Checking your neck, you’re happy to see Seth hadn’t left any marks on your skin so you don’t need to worry about covering anything up. 

You grab your essentials and brace yourself for the crowd you’re likely about to see. The hotel itself isn’t too busy, but once you walk out the front doors you’re greeted by hordes of people. Your heart rate increases as the thought that Seth could be in the crowd forcefully enters your mind. The rational part of your brain knows that he has no reason to be in this part of town, but you’re still on alert. 

Which is why you jump when you hear a male voice call your name. Instead of turning towards the person, you ignore him and keep walking. But again you hear someone calling for you and because you don’t want to be rude, you stop and turn. 

You’re relieved to see it’s not Seth, but rather your friend Damien. It’s been over a year since you’d seen him at the last D&D campaign you’d done together. You both had kept in touch, but calls and texts had obviously stopped recently due to Seth’s intervening. 

Damien smiles, his face friendly as always and he says, “It’s been ages! How have you been?”

Plastering on a hopefully convincing happy smile you say, “I’ve been good! How about you?”

“Yea, nothing to complain about. What are you doing here? Are you going to Vidcon?”

“No I uh, just happened to stumble over here by accident,” you answer with a laugh. It’s a terrible excuse but you think he accepts it.

“Well a couple of us are headed to grab some lunch. Want to join?”

Truthfully, your answer is no. You want to quickly pick up food and retreat back to your hotel to continue searching for places to stay. But he looks so genuinely glad to see you, and so hopeful that you’ll say yes. You don’t want to disappoint him, always trying to keep everyone else happy, that you find yourself answering, “That sounds great, I’d love to come with you guys.”

And that’s how you find yourself with a group of Damien’s friends/coworkers sitting at a local casual restaurant. It’s nice, would even be fun if you didn’t have so much to worry about. 

You chat with everyone, but Damien is most excited to catch up with you. When lunch is delivered you’re handed a Greek Salad by the server who swiftly moves away. 

“Didn’t you order a Caesar salad?” Damien asks. He’s right, and it intrigues you that he was paying close enough attention to notice that. 

“Yea, but Greek is fine too,” you reply. You scan the table to make sure you didn’t get someone else’s food by accident, but everyone seems happy with their meals. Looks like you were simply given the wrong thing. 

“Are you sure? I can ask the waiter to get you what you actually ordered,” Damien says. 

“I’m sure. I was debating getting this one anyway so it’s okay,” you answer. It’s a lie, Greek is one of your least favorites, but you don’t want to make a big deal. It’s just one meal. Plus you’re used to eating things you don’t love since Seth had different tastes and you often cooked what made him happy. 

As plates are being cleared away your phone dings with an incoming email. Not believing your luck, you read the message multiple times. It’s from your new building manager, letting you know you can move in as early as Saturday and they’ll adjust your first month's rent to reflect that. 

It’s a miracle, knowing that you’ll be able to move somewhere Seth can’t find you in just a couple of days. It’ll be insane trying to pack and get everything to the new place so quickly, but the peace of mind will be worth it. 

“Who’s that?” Damien asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“What?” You say, not having heard what he’d asked. 

“Oh, you just looked happy so I was wondering who it was. Special someone?”

You laugh uncomfortably, unsure how to even explain your relationship status. “That was my new building manager saying I can move in this weekend, which is exciting news.”

“Congrats on the new place!”

“Thanks. Just trying to figure out how I’m going to get everything there since I don’t have time to hire anyone.” 

“I’m around this weekend. I could help you. I’ll see about getting some people together,” Damien says. 

Even though he has always been one of the nicest people you know, Damien’s kindness and offer to help you move at the last minute still takes you by surprise. 

“I really can’t ask you to do that,” you say. “I’ll be fine. Moved myself before.”

“Nonsense! You didn’t ask, I offered. And you shouldn’t have to do it yourself, even though I’m sure you are more than capable. Just, give me your current address and we’ll be there Saturday with at least one pick up truck.”

“Thank you, Damien. Thank you so much, really, that is a huge help.”

“Not a problem!” After settling the bill the group all stands to leave. 

“We have to head back, but I’m so glad I ran into you,” Damien says. 

“Me too,” you reply, and you’re surprised how much you mean it. 

“Don’t forget to send the address and let me know what time you want us there.”

“I will. Thank you again!”

“Any time. Can I give you a hug goodbye?” He asks. It’s so Damien, asking consent for a simple hug from a friend, and you wonder why not everyone can be as caring as him. 

“Of course,” you answer, lifting your arms and meeting him in a quick, gentle embrace. 

You finish your goodbyes and head back to the hotel so you can do a little more work. 

The next few days are busy. You’re still spending nights at the hotel, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep at home where Seth could find you. 

You do go to the apartment during the day, packing as much as you can between work projects. Friday night you pick up the keys to your new place. 

On Saturday morning you’re loading the first set of boxes into your car when three pickup trucks pull up, two people hopping out of each. 

With all of their help, the move goes incredibly fast. You’re officially in your new place by lunchtime and you treat everyone to a meal to thank them. 

It’s fun hanging out with Damien’s friends again, so when Courtney asks you to come over for a chill paint and sip night on Friday you quickly agree. 

Over the next couple weeks you slowly get used to being around other people again. It’s weird at first, and you get anxious that somehow Seth knows you’re with friends and he’s going to step in and drag you away, but you remind yourself he’s out of the picture for good. 

You spend time with just Damien as well, getting coffee or lunch a couple of times. It’s lovely, and there’s never pressure with him. He cares about your day, asks where you want to go, and you try to actually have your own opinion rather than just saying what you think would make him happy. 

Of course, when things are getting better, Seth comes back into your life. 

You’re out at a bar with Damien and his friends. It’s a Friday night, and you’re actually having fun. Nothing feels off, as you chat with Amanda, but then you see something out of the corner of your eye. 

Turning to look closer, you see someone all too familiar. Seth is there, across the room, and luckily hasn’t seemed to notice you. 

You excuse yourself and go to Damien. Since he drove you there you need to let him know you’re leaving. 

“Hey,” you say to get him attention. “I’m going to head out.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll grab my stuff,” he replies. 

“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ll get an Uber or something. You stay and hang with your friends.” As you say this you look over to where Seth is. Your blood runs cold when you see he’s spotted you. 

“Y/N, I promised to drive you tonight. If you’re ready to go, then I’m ready to go,” he says, just like that, like it’s so easy to go with what you want. 

He starts saying his goodbyes and you notice Seth making his way over. When Damien turns back to you he picks up on your anxiety. 

“What’s wrong?”

You don’t want to tell him, really you don’t want to talk about it, don’t want to admit your faults. But you need his help right now so you reply, “That guy is my ex. I don’t want to talk to him and I’m afraid he's going to follow us.”

“I’ll handle it,” he says. He leans over and says something to Shayne and Ian, and you see him subtly point to Seth. 

“All set,” Damien says to you. “Cmon, let’s get out of here.”

He puts a protective hand on your back and leads you outside. The air is refreshing, but you’re still on edge. 

It’s silent as you both get in the car and put on your seatbelts. It isn’t until you’re on the main road that Damien says, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. It would be good to let it out and tell your story, but you don’t want to burden him with it. 

“That’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. But I’m here to listen if you want to.”

His kindness is what sets you over the edge, and tears spring to your eyes as you say, “We were together almost a year. Started great but it got bad. It, uhm, really didn’t end well.”

You subconsciously stroke your neck where he had attempted to choke you as you think of that last horrible night. The move doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Did he hurt you?” Damien asks quietly. 

“Yea. He did,” you reply, your voice so low you're surprised he could hear you. 

Damien doesn’t respond, just reaches out to hold your hand in his. You continue to cry as he drives, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand. 

The rest of the drive is silent, but Damien’s presence beside you keeps you calm. Once you pull into your building's parking lot he checks his phone and says, “Shayne texted a minute ago. Says that guy is still there.”

“Seth,” you whisper. 

“What was that?” 

“His name is Seth.”

“Well, can I just say I’m happy that you got out of that situation. You deserve better than him.”

You try to believe Damien’s words, but you just can’t. Not after months of Seth telling you that you're useless. Worthless. 

“Thanks,” you say, a simple enough word to hide the turmoil within. 

“Do you want me to come in for a bit?” He asks. 

It almost makes you cry again, how this person you’d basically ignored for nearly a year was willing to give up his time to make sure you’re okay. But instead of that you smile and say, “No, I’m good now. Thanks again. For everything.”

“Of course. If you need anything let me know.”

“I will,” you say, even if it is a lie. You can’t ask him for anything more than he’s already done. 

You say goodbye, leaning over the center console for a brief hug. 

The next morning Seth texts you for the first time. You ignore him but apparently he doesn’t get that. Because he texts again the next day. And the next. He calls. Leaves voicemails. DMs you on social media. 

He goes from being sweet, apologizing, telling you he was wrong, begging for you back, all the way to yelling at you, telling you that you made a mistake and that no one else wants you, that you’ll die alone. 

It’s all awful. 

It goes on for over a week. He reaches out at all hours of the day and night. 

You’re hanging out at Damien’s apartment when another text comes in. He can tell it’s bad by the fact that all color drains from your face. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“It’s nothing. Everything’s fine,” you reply. 

“Y/N, please don’t lie to me. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Something is obviously wrong.”

“Seth just texted me again.”

“Again? How long has he been texting you?”

“Since he saw me at the bar.”

“Have you answered?”

“No! Not at all but he keeps messaging and calling. And he just said-”

You cut yourself off, unable to read it out. 

“What did he say, Y/N?”

You hand him the phone so he can read it himself. You're mortified by the message, by Seth saying he’s going to harm himself if you don’t get back together with him. If you weren’t so scared, you’d realize he’s using your caring nature to manipulate you. 

“Can you look at me?” Damien asks gently. 

You turn and meet his gaze, his expression serious. 

“First of all,” he begins. “His actions are not caused by you. Whatever he does, that is on him. That’s his decision. If he were to harm himself it would not be your fault. It’s important that you know that. Second, do you have any way to contact his family?”

“I have his sister's number,” you answer. 

“I’m going to call her and explain the situation. Let his family know what he’s saying and they can take care of him to make sure nothing happens. And when that’s done, we’re blocking him. On everything. So he can’t reach you ever again. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You open your phone to her contact and hand it to Damien. You watch as he takes charge of the situation. He does exactly what he said he would, and shortly everything is taken care of.

After it’s all said and done, he takes your hands in his and said, “I don’t exactly know what happened in that relationship, and I don’t know everything he said and did to you. But it wasn’t your fault. He is not a good person. But you are. You are a wonderful person, and I’m so grateful that I have the privilege of knowing you. And I understand it may take time for you to heal from this, but I promise, you will heal. And I’ll be here to help you.”

Without hesitating you pull your hands from his in order to throw your arms around his neck. His wrap around your waist and he pulls you in close, holding you tight to him. You can’t think of the words to even begin to thank him, to explain how important he is to you, but you hope this gesture communicates some of those thoughts. 

It’s going to be quite a process to recover from everything Seth did, but you know that it will be alright, so long as you have Damien by your side.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I have a Protective Spencer story coming out in two weeks!

[ripleyresonance]

Some Things Never Change

Hello, lovely Moshers. I have Mami brain rot so I figured I would put these thoughts out in the world. I hope you enjoy it.

Rhea x Fem reader!

“7…8..9…and 10” Rhea grunted setting the weights down. 

“That was…great.” You mumbled behind the camera. 

“Hey, thanks for coming along today princess. I don’t really do the whole “social media” thing so it helps that you’re here.” 

“WWE really wants me to post and…blah blah” is what it started to sound like to you as you watched Rhea wipe her sweat with her towel. 

It was insane how even the slightest movement made her look like a Greek goddess. You had always had a crush on her but she had only gotten more gorgeous over time. 

Rhea was your older sister's friend. You were only one grade apart so you basically grew up together. She always was kind to you. All you had to do was say please and she would spend her allowance on you as quickly as she got it. She even beat the shit out of one of the boys in your grade after they pushed you on the playground once.

High school was a different story though. Over the summer you turned sixteen everything changed. Your braces were off and you learned how to dress you had a newfound confidence. And you were determined to use it to be with Rhea. But no matter how much you flirted she would just say “Very cute princess”. 

She was always interested in wrestling. Your sister, Iris, and Rhea would try out moves they saw on the last episode of RAW and Smackdown on each other so it was no surprise when she started taking wrestling more seriously. She started coming around your house less and less until she was gone. She didn't even say goodbye, no note or anything. Iris said she dropped her off with her parents at the airport and she left. 

You were so happy she finally got everything she wanted, but you had to admit it stung a little that that did not include you. 

You finally became content watching her shine from a distance until your sister called you out of the blue. 

“You have to come by the gym tomorrow I have a new client for you to shoot some social media content for.” 

And while you got ready throwing on your most average gym set and no makeup you were applauded when that client was your very own Rhea bloody  Ripley. 

“Is my work life that boring to you… Princess.” She winked at you. 

You grit your teeth at the nickname not knowing whether to blush or slap her. 

“Can you just go throw some heavy things around so I can quench the thirst of your fans?” You said, sounding more annoyed than you meant. Rhea noticed, giving you a soft smile. 

“Hey I know we did not leave off on the best terms but I still-” Rhea said rubbing the back of her neck before your sister approached interjecting.

“You’re almost done muscles, I got to pick up the kid from school.” She said distracted by her phone. 

“...I’ve only done one circuit of my workout, Ris. I got four more to go.” Rhea told Iris. 

They both stared at each other until Iris busted out laughing.

“You're a freak, Ripley.” 

She threw a set of keys at you barely managing to catch them.“Close up after ‘Mami’ is done with her workout.” Iris laughed at the nickname making Rhea flip her off as Iris headed for the door. 

You ran after her grabbing her arm. 

“Hey, you never said it would just be me and her.” You said kind of nervously. 

“Awww still have that schoolgirl crush on her?” Iris said too loudly making you sush her. 

“I do not! She chose her life after all and I wasn't part of it.” You said lowly. 

Iris frowned a bit “This is a good chance for you to talk to her then. Maybe let go of the past?” She said smiling at you before her phone rang. 

“Shit okay im late make sure to lock the back door too!” she said running to the door. Before you could stop her again she was gone and then it was just you…and Rhea. 

You sighed turning back around as Rhea looked like she was moving to the free weights. 

“Thank god she's gone now, it's only the cool kids.” Rhea joked with a smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood. 

You gave a polite smile in reply but kept it professional. “I'm going to record your back while you lift it seems like your fans like that the most.” You said grabbing your phone. 

“Uh yeah sure,” Rhea said slightly defeated. 

You recorded a few more clips of Rhea working out. It was hard to be mad at her when she looked this good working out. You needed to get out of there and take the coldest shower of your life. 

“All the footage looks good so you can pack up and I'll lock up behind you.” You said grabbing your bag and walking past Rhea. 

“Princess wait–” Rhea said grabbing your bag and getting your attention. 

“You know you could drop the nickname, we are not five anymore,” You snapped coldly. 

“Listen I know you're mad at me,” Rhea started.

“Mad? No, I passed mad a long time ago I'm furious Demi.” 

“Uh oh, the legal name.” she nervously laughed as you dropped your bag. 

“Cut the shit, do you want to talk or are you just going to keep trying to joke to make me forget you left without a word?”  You questioned, walking closer to her.

“Listen it was more complicated than that,” Rhea said gritting her teeth. 

“Complicated? No taxes are complicated saying goodbye to me was easy and yet Iris was the one who came home to tell me you were gone. I know I wasn't your best friend but I thought you thought of me better than that.” you said a tear rolling down your cheek

“Of course not I-” Rhea said 

“You what!? What was such a good excuse that you would move continents without even saying a word-”. 

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU OKAY?” Rhea shouted stepping closer to you. 

You froze knowing she could not have possibly just said those words out loud. 

“I loved you okay…and it hurt too much to say goodbye…” Rhea said gently cupping your face and wiping your tears. 

“You….you loved me.” You were barely able to say above a whisper.

“I never stopped..” Rhea whispered back tilting your chin upward as she moved so her lips grazed yours. 

You gasped before your lips collided. It was soft and sweet. It's like she was apologizing over and over every fiber of her being went into your kiss. You moved your hands to her neck deepening your kiss trying to find any way to ground yourself. You have had dreams like this before and if this was one too you didn't want to wake up. 

The longer the kiss went on it felt like all the words unspoken between you both came spilling out in one rush. The kiss got needier and sloppier until you felt Rhea back you into a workout bench causing you to lay your back against it. 

Rhea leaned over you her lips traveling to your neck making you let out an embarrassing whimper. 

“God, do you know how long I have wanted you?” Rhea questioned her eyes fluttering to meet yours.

“God you were always flirting with me, batting your pretty eyelashes up at me like I was the only thing you wanted,” Rhea grunted moving her knee in between your legs and causing you to gasp. 

“And Ris noticed too. She said she would kill me if I ever even thought about taking you out on a date. So I pushed it down, dated other women.” Rhea said moving her hands underneath your shirt. 

“But I could never get you off my mind princess.” 

She whispered pinching your nipple. You moaned at her touch. Her callous hands massaging your breast her thumb grazing over your nipple over and over. Between that and her knee rubbing against you it was embarrassing the sounds you were letting out. 

“I never left your mind huh?” You caught your breath to ask. 

Rhea stopped looking up at you. 

“Then show me what you were thinking of all this time.” 

Rhea smirked immediately getting on her knees in front of the bench. 

You sat up going to protest until she grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge her mouth dangerously close to your heat.

“Anything for you…princess.” 

You opened your mouth to protest the nickname but a moan came out as you felt Rhea spread your legs exposing your core in your pink leggings. 

“Fuck I barely even touched you and you're soaked. Did seeing me flex turn you that much?.” Rhea mocked, using her thumb to rub over your clit. 

You hissed at the feeling.

“I can be mad at you and still think you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen.” 

Rhea laughed in appreciation at the comment. 

“So sassy even when you need something from me,” Rhea said pressing into your clit harder. 

You whined obviously wanting her to eat you out but she wouldn't fold so easily. 

“Good girls use their words, don't they?” Rhea raised an eyebrow looking up at you. 

“I--fuck you know what I want.” You bit your lip looking down at her. 

“Oh right, you're mad at me you probably want me to just stop rubbing right here–” 

You jumped a little as she pushed her thumb harder against the growing wet spot. 

“Fuck please eat me out, Rhea.” you moaned earning a hum from Rhea as she slowly pulled your leggings down. She made sure to kiss every inch of your thighs leaving light bites in some spots. 

You thought you would go crazy if you didn't get some friction and fast. As you opened your mouth to complain you finally felt her tongue on you. 

It was embarrassing the sounds that started escaping you but at this point, you didn't care. Mad or not at her she knew just the ways to move her tongue to make you forget all of that. 

She started off slow, moving her tongue in a light figure eight right on your clit. The warm sensation only built in your stomach as she started circling one finger around your hole. 

“Think you can take my fingers, sweetheart? “ She managed to mumble between your legs. You excitedly nodded as she slowly pushed one finger into her entrance your hands immediately flying to her hair. 

It was like she knew every spot by the way she curled her fingers up and flicked over your clit so well with her mouth. That warm feeling inside you was getting stronger and stronger. 

“Fuck me harder.” You blurted out catching Rhea by surprise. 

“Harder?” she questioned seeing you nod quickly before laughing. 

“Your wish is my command.” Rhea smiled before thrusting her fingers inside you so deliciously hard. 

Your eyes started to roll back and your legs began to shake. Just as you were slowly rushing to your peak Rhea made you dive as she began sucking on your clit, making you grip her hair and moan in ecstasy as you road out your high. 

Rhea put down your legs letting you rest for a moment while you tried to catch your breath. 

She smiled down at you softly helping you stand. 

“I know somewhere we could go to cool down.” You whispered in her ear.

The warm droplets of water bouncing off the tile echoed through the shower although that light and delicate sound was drowned out by the moans and wet sounds coming from the two of you. 

The sight was truly something sinful as Rhea stood under the water. Her hair glistened as the droplets ran down her toned abs hitting your face. 

You were on your knees with one of Rhea's legs over your shoulder eating her out like your life depended on it. 

Her raspy moans were honestly enough to get you off again but if that didn't it was her words. 

“Fuck you look so pretty on your knees for me princess.” Rhea moaned grabbing your hair in a tight fist.

Your eyes rolled back from that motion as she fucked her face on your tongue. 

“That's it, good girl, let mami fuck that pretty mouth.” She grunted as you hummed against her clit. This must have been the motion that set her off as she bucked her hips three times harder and harder and let out the most gorgeous sound you had ever heard.

You swallowed every drop of cum you could get as Rhea grabbed your neck to pull you up gently to kiss her. 

You both panted with your foreheads resting against each other as you both looked for the right words to say. 

“I meant every word I said,” Rhea whispered. 

“And I am so sorry I never said goodbye no matter how painful it was to me.” Rhea looked into your eyes searching for your emotion.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe you.” You whispered back seeing the hurt in Rhea's eyes. 

“Buttttt” You quickly added. 

“I may have a few ways…and positions you can make it up to me in” You smiled kissing her cheek and turning away from her.

You gasped as she quickly smacked your ass as you walked away. 

“I could do this all day princess.” 

[y2kmcblingirliee]

“I guess Y/N likes her kisses down low..”

cw: dom!kate kinda mean!Kate Oral(reader receiving), Fingering (reader receiving), degradation, praise kink ~ sub!reader

pairings ~ Kate Martin x Black Fem reader

Y/N was alone in her & Kate’s shared home. Just waiting for her girlfriend to come back from basketball practice. Y/N was braiding her hair, while wearing a cutsie little outfit & giving herself some bohemian braids. She was up to her last few. She finally finished which felt like hours. In her excitement, she sent Kate a cute photo of herself. Y/N started to watch YouTube. Until she heard her phone ring. So of course she checked it. The name was “baby 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼” Kate messaged said “Baby, you look so good. Why are you trying to tease me while I’m at practice babe?” So of course Y/N messaged back saying “Baby, I just miss you.” Kate texted back quickly saying “baby I’ll be home in a few. I love you.” I messaged back saying “Okay baby I love you.” 45 mins pass by and I heard the door open. I go to the door and jump on Kate holding on her shoulders & Her holding me by my ass. Y/N starts to kiss from Kate’s jaw down to her neck. Kate starts to put her hand in-between Y/N’s legs. Kate says “omg.. Y/N, what’s got you this wet?” & She starts eyeing Y/N up & down while biting her lip. Y/N starts to hide her face in Kate’s neck, as Kate continues to carry her and puts her on the bed. Kate starts to take Y/N’s top off while putting her hand under her skirt. Y/N starts to moan as Kate starts to put her hand & rub figure 8s on her clit. As she kisses her. Y/N starts to whimper & say “Baby, let me kiss you please.” & Kate slaps her across the face & chokes her. As Kate has her hand around Y/N’s throat. She starts to go down & lift up Y/N’s skirt while kissing on her thighs. Kate let’s go of Y/N’s neck to pull down her underwear. Y/N says with tears filling her eyes “Baby, why are you being so mean to me.” Kate starts to flick her tongue around her clit to tease her even more. Y/N starts to try to move away from her tongue by trying to lift up with her elbows. Kate brings her hands & grabs Y/N’s thighs & continues to eat Y/N out. Y/N starts to feel like she’s about to come. Kate senses that so she speeds up her movements & adds her fingers. Y/N nuts in Kate’s mouth & on her fingers. Kate takes her fingers out & puts it in Y/N’s mouth. Kate starts to make out with Y/N while sliding her hand up & down her waist. Kate starts to sit up & puts Y/N on her lap. Kate starts to take off her clothes leaving her in her sports bra & underwear. Kate starts to kiss on Y/N’s neck again while putting her fingers inside Y/N again. While with the opposite hand slapping her ass. Y/N says “mm-m Kate it’s to-too much.” Kate slaps her across the face again. & Kate says “Well if you think it’s too much then start begging me to stop then.” Kate continues her finger movements if not even faster. Y/N says “mommy, please stop it hurts.” while crying. Kate kisses her tears away & gets close to her ear & says “baby what did you just say?” stopping her hand motions. Y/N repeats & says “mommy, please stop it’s too much.” & Kate starts to kiss her while Y/N comes on her fingers a 2nd time. Kate licks her fingers off & lifts Y/N off her lap. Getting up to kiss Y/N on the forehead. & gets a towel & some water to clean Y/N up. & asks her if she’s okay which Y/N responds with yes. Kate starts a bath for Y/N & they both get in the bath, talking about each others day. & Y/N massaging Kate’s shoulders . Kate whimpering a little at the relief. Y/N starts to kiss on Kate’s neck. Kate turns off the bath and drys the both of them off. Kate carries Y/N to the bed & puts Y/N in her IOWA hoodie. While Kate kisses on Y/N till she falls asleep. Kate eventually falls asleep right with Y/N.

this is my first ever smut / story I hope you guys enjoy!!

[seravphs]

losing faith —

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — SUNA x FEM READER

You and Suna reminisce on your adulthoods.

wc — 1k

tags — angst about everything but each other, Suna and you comfort each other

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Kita's getting married," you both say in perfect unison.

That breaks the awkward tension of Suna finding you crying your eyes out at a random bar in Hyogo. He sits down at your booth as if you haven't been zero contact with each other for five years.

"Didn't you have a crush on him in high school?"

"Suna, honest to god, what is wrong with you?" You snap.

He lifts his hands defensively. "Well, didn't you?"

"Even if I did, why would you ask me that right after we acknowledged that he's getting married?"

Suna makes a face like he's suddenly come face to face with his own insensitivity and doesn't like it. You suppose it's an easy slip up for him. He was always easygoing, even in high school, and he seems like the type to be able to pick up right where he left off. You wouldn't know, since you haven't talked to him, but you can imagine him acting like nothing's changed.

"It's fine," you tell him before he can apologize. "I don't have a crush on him anymore."

He makes a doubtful face. "You were really obsessed with him in high school. Remember when you made me sneak chocolates into his locker?"

"That was more than ten years ago," you laugh, secretly touched he remembers. You're warmed by the memory of him actually agreeing to do it, even though he got caught. "I'm over it."

"So what's this about?"

"I guess I'm just a little sad about marriage in general. Kita's always been the best of us, you know-"

"Understatement," he snorts.

"I feel like I'm behind."

"Oh, me too. In general, right?"

"I just broke up with my ex."

He gives you a piercing look. It makes you uncomfortable, like he's forcibly trying to peel back the layers of all the ways you've changed since he's last seen you.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea. You're a pretty girl, what are you worried about? You'll find someone eventually."

It's too soon after just meeting him again to tell him what you really think, that you're broken. That you're unlovable. That you just passed your thirtieth birthday, and you haven't been able to keep a partner for more than two years. Instead, you redirect the conversation towards him.

"What about you? What are you trying to distract yourself from?"

"Got scouted for the national team again," Suna says.

"Fuck you."

Halfway through lifting his glass to his lips, he gives you an affronted look. "What for?"

"You tried to make me feel like we were comrades! Whole time I'm crying about my wasted life and you're at the pinnacle of success for you career. Fuck you for making me feel like you understood."

You're half joking, half not. It sucks to scroll past your Instagram feed and see Atsumu jetting across the world or Osamu's third restaurant opening while you can't figure out what you're going to make for dinner that night. Suna's life is also a sore spot for you, in that way. It's hard not to compare yourself to them.

Suna rolls his eyes. "If you let me finish, I was going to say that I'm thinking about turning it down."

You're too shocked to remember you're thirty, not thirteen. You reach across the table and slap Suna across the shoulder lately, like the old friends you could have been if you kept in touch. Or like the friends you had been, the specter of the past reanimating itself through you.

"You can't! You've always wanted to play on the national team. Suna, that's your dream! Do you know how many people would kill for that opportunity?"

"Mama really wants grandkids," he says, playing with the napkin on the table. "I want to give her that before she goes. She wants to see me settle down with a nice girl, and I can't do that if I spend all my time on the court."

"But your career..."

Adulthood feels like heartbreak after heartbreak. Not just yours, but Suna's too. Every story you hear from your friends feels personal, because it is. Those same sorrows will come for you soon enough. They come for everyone.

The worst of it is knowing that you aren't special. That every single generation has experienced this pain. That your misery is monotonous and tedious and overdone. It doesn't mean anything. It's just painful for the sake of it.

"You don't have to give up on nationals," you say. "Is there nothing else you can do?"

Even saying the words, you feel awkward and stupid. You're sure Suna has already calculated every possible scenario that would let him keep playing. He loves the sport more than you can understand, after all.

"I'm kinda resigned to it, honestly," he says, so you immediately think he's lying and he's actually not resigned to at all. "It was going to happen eventually."

"Me too," you tell him. You've felt this way for a while, aching for the dreams that were once in the palm of your teenage hand, and are now impossibly out of reach. "I've been feeling this way for a while."

"Yeah," Suna agrees, a wry twist to his smile. "See, I knew we understood each other."

"It's a shame," he says, his head lolling against the cheap plastic of the table. You want to tell him to get up, that his hair will get sticky with the residue of the cheap beer every other miserable bastard has spilled here. How many other sob stories have been shared over this table? "I was just starting to feel like I was getting somewhere in life."

You had felt that way, too. Potential is always, in the end, just an empty promise. The older you get, the more you can feel all of the different futures you could've had slipping away from you.

Suna clinks his glass against yours, even though he can barely keep his head up now.

"Cheers to what could have been."

[used-to-love-her-06]

"And You Did It At My Birthday Dinner!"

author’s note: this one was actually so fun to brainstorm to write the sex scene for omfg?? not to take away from my other requests obviously but this one just hit a little different y’know? also i wrote this in one sitting i was so fucking excited lmao, i hope y’all enjoy!!! (and yes if you know what the title is referencing you know lol)

summary: running into izzy unexpectedly, then running late to a dinner with your friends.

contains: degradation, smut, angst, unprotected sex, piv, ex!izzy x f!reader, f!pov, smoking, drug mentions, slapping, spitting, kissing, semi-public sex, oral (m!recieving), throatpie, mean!izzy, dumbification if you squint, some aftercare

story under the cut! MDNI. word count: 1,527

It was my first night out in the city. Two of my college friends, Lisa and Kathleen, moved to Chicago after graduation and got an apartment together, and this year was the first year I could afford to fly out of Indiana to see them for Lisa’s birthday. She’d constantly been talking about this band from LA called Guns N’ Roses and wanted front row seats at their next gig, it was only natural that I sent Kathleen some money for us all to get tickets for Lisa’s special day. Unfortunately, the show was the day after her birthday, but that didn’t mean we weren’t going to celebrate tonight either. We had reservations at a restaurant that was a few blocks away from my hotel (they offered to let me stay at their place, but I couldn’t accept the offer without paying them and they refused my money to stay there), and I just walked out of the lobby, on my way to the restaurant. The sky was painted with shades of pink, purple, orange, and yellow as the sun began to set and the night was being born, the sounds of cars passing by and the city lights were a contrast to what I was used to back home, but it was growing on me.

After walking two blocks, a large alleyway caught my eye. I shouldn’t, but it would cut through the next two blocks and I’d be right there at the restaurant! I did walk through it despite my instincts telling me to run and go the normal path. I was too excited to see my friends for the first time in years. I walked a bit further into the alleyway and saw the figure of a man who appeared to be smoking. I clutched my purse closer to my chest and had my keys ready in my hand to use as makeshift brass knuckles in case I was attacked. I walked closer, finally able to see his face…Izzy?! What the hell was he doing here? He was supposed to be in LA and never returning to the midwest. In my fit of rage, I completely forgot about my plans with Lisa and Kathleen, and now that he was finally in front of me again, I was going to give him a piece of my mind.

“What in the actual hell are you doing here?! Did you seriously just dump me to come here and do who the fuck knows what?!” I screamed, glaring up at him. He remained expressionless as he took the next drag of his cigarette.

“Are you tryna buy something from me? Who are you?” He knew damn well who I was.

“Izzy, it’s me. Y/n.” His eyes glazed over as he eventually figured me out, still mostly expressionless.

“Either you buy a joint or fuck off.” That was when I slapped him. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to show him just how much anger I’ve been holding in for the past few years. I hadn’t even realized I wasn’t completely over him until I saw him in that alleyway. I spent most of my time trying to study my feelings away I didn’t even notice I still loved him. “This is what you have to say to me after all these years?! Not ‘How have you been?’, ‘Haven’t seen you in a while?’, or ‘Are you holding up okay?’ To think I even let you into my life is sickening. I fucking loved you with every fiber of my being and the only thing I got in return was you running off with Bill to fucking LA and acting like we were absolutely nothing when we finally see each other after so long! I understood you leaving, I understood us breaking up, but to be treated like this when I’ve done nothing but love you pisses me off!!”

I couldn’t even explain my next move as I grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him. Just like it did the last time, he tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed him to at least remember what we had. My tongue slipped inside his mouth, and to my surprise, he reciprocated. Our tongues danced together once more as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. His body still fit perfectly in my arms as we kissed for another few seconds. He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting us together, and he licked it up, a glimmer in his eyes that somehow never failed to have me swoon.

“It really is you…” He smirked before kissing me again. Tears were streaming down my face as I got the Izzy I knew personally to come back.

“I missed you, you asshole…” I cried once he broke the brief kiss. “And I’m sorry I slapped you…”

“I could tell. And it’s alright, you kinda have every right to be mad at me. I kinda did ditch you and in a high state of trance forgot who you were.” I looked into his eyes again and noticed how red they were. He definitely was high. “Is it okay if we do a little more…?” My hands trailed from his waist to his ass, and one hand was on his chest. “I had no idea how much I missed you…” “Fuck yeah…” I could see the hard-on that was forming in his jeans, and floods of memories of him fucking me flashed right in front of me. “Can we do it just like old times?” My crying had stopped at this point, and I smiled up at him timidly.

It really was like we hadn’t broken up. His cock slid right into me and I was the wettest I’d been since he left, my juices were smeared all over my thighs. Izzy had one hand wrapped around my waist to stabilize me, and another pushing my face into the wall. “Holy shit you’re tight.” He grunted as he continued to slam into my pussy. “I bet you haven’t fucked anyone else since I left, hm?”

“HaaAhh!! Yeah…just youuu….MHHhhh…!!” Having his cock rubbing up against my g-spot and his balls slapping my clit felt infinitely better than the dildo I had at home. I came as he drove his dick deeper into me, soaking him in the process.

“You really are a fucking slut for me.” He pulled my head back by my hair and spit right on my face. “I bet you’ve been rubbing that pathetic cunt for me every night hoping I’d come back to you. Or maybe when you were in some fucking lecture instead of listening, you’d just put a pencil in your mouth and suck on it like you would my dick. I knew you were too stupid for a chemistry degree anyway.” His words were only turning me on further, driving me over the edge again. Sure, I was fairly smart and had a master’s, but with every stroke of his cock inside me, my brain went silent and the only thing I cared about now was pleasing him, even if, and especially if, I was only going to get degraded for it.

“You actually liked me calling you dumb? Jesus fucking christ you’re hopeless. Spending all that time and money to try to prove you’re worth more than being used by a fucking stoner when we both know that’s all you’re good for.” My head was spinning as I came for the final time that night, and Izzy shoved me right down on my knees.

“Suck.” I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could before he thrust his hips. I looked up at him as I gagged, no longer used to taking anything down my throat, and he only moaned and groaned louder. “You better fucking swallow.” He grunted as he thrust a few more times before I felt his seed coat my throat. Once he took his cock out of my mouth, I swallowed and caught my breath. He was catching his breath too, looking down at me and smiling.

“I hope you know that I don’t actually think you’re dumb.” We were now adjusting our clothes and I stood back up.” “I figured you were either just angry about something or it was all just an act. I was literally in the top 10 of our graduating class.” I laughed before I hugged him again. “Will I ever see you again?” I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “I do have a show tomorrow night with my band, are you coming?” “I might be, actually. What’s the name of your band?” I asked curiously. “Guns N’ Roses. We just released an album not too long ago.” My face turned bright red as I nodded. “My friends and I were going to celebrate one of our birthdays there…we even have front row seats….” “Then I better see you backstage. Your friends can come along too, I guess. I know the other guys’ll appreciate it.”

And that was when I realized I was soooo late to Lisa’s birthday dinner.

[boundbyeclipse]

Hi! I loved your story, I hope it's not too soon to request another one but I was wondering if you could do a Kai x reader where reader is in a secret relationship with him, the rest is completely up to you, your doing a great job keep it up!

-🐦‍🔥

hi, angel! it’s never too soon or too late to request. feel free to drop something in my inbox at all times! it is my pleasure to write for you all. i will try my best to write this down, might not be my best work, probably won’t be too interesting, but i’ll do it. and thank you, it means the whole world to me to have your support ♡ ps. i got a little carried away with this one, oops 🫢

tags : female!reader, witch!reader, heretic!Kai, minor cursing, small mention of alcohol, Damon mentioned, Stefan and Elena as special appearances

"Stop staring, it's very creepy, you know" you rolled your eyes at Kai, who stood by the doorframe, arms crossed, a smug smirk on his face.

"Well, being creepy is a part of my daily activities. In addition to that, why would I not stare? I mean, look at you, looking through the spell book, so invested in it, I doubt anyone would disagree when I say you're the prettiest girl on this earth"

"Kai! Shut up before I throw something at you" you sighed, unable to stop the smile from curving on your lips.

He uncrossed his arms and shoved them inside the pockets, pushing himself off the doorframe as he straightened his posture. A faint laugh escaped from him, his eyes looking down for a moment before looking back up at you.

"I mean, you could, it would leave the perfect impression of us fighting. We `hate` each other after all"

"Not before I do this" you looked at him, closing the book and making your way to your boyfriend, grabbing his face as you stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips. His hands held your waist firmly, pulling you against his form, chuckling lowly.

"This is why I love you. You're not afraid to take risks"

You smirked.

"And I can very quickly make it look like we're arguing. Considering Stefan could be back any minute now, we can keep on kissing while we still have time"

Kai snickered, "Showtime", brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned in for another kiss, enjoying the moment before the both of you get interrupted by Stefan swinging the door open, a confused look on his face as he sees you standing super close to Kai. He frowns, tilting his head in question.

"Mind telling me what's going on here?"

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder with Kai's as you walk away, making it look like you two just fought.

"Nothing unusual. Tell him to stop intervening with my private time, it's getting out of hand" you tell Stefan before you make your way to the kitchen to grab some bourbon.

The two males follow your figure as you leave them both to be. Kai shrugs, plopping on the couch where you just sat with the spell book in your hands. He opens it, with the intention to rile one half of the Salvatore brothers up. And it works, he hurriedly walks over to the heretic, grabbing the book and smacking his side with it.

"Ouch!" Kai winces.

"What is up with you? I thought me and Damon already warned you to not get in her way. Of course, unless you wish to have your ass kicked out to sleep on the streets"

Kai snorted, his palm flying to his forehead as it makes a slight slap sound. He sighs heavily.

"How can I not when she's under the same roof as me? It irritates me, I hear her practising spells all the time! And she never shares cupcakes with me"

Stefan grabs him by the collar, pulling him up from the couch.

"Listen, I am not putting up with this stupid behavior of yours, so you either sit your ass down and leave her alone, or I'll make sure you end up homeless. Am I clear?"

Kai nods, raising his hands up in surrender. Stefan lets go of him, his body falling back on the couch with the small push on his chest.

It was a dangerous game you were playing. Being in a secret relationship with Kai was a very big risk, especially knowing everyone around you despised him, and you had to play a part in that too just to cover up the truth. If they found out about your little secret, Kai would probably end up dead and you would have the whole novel read for you about being insane for loving the leader of a gemini coven. But you could not control your feelings. You loved him, you cared about him, you adored him. He’s the one who’s helping with learning magic, after all. When he first met you, he knew you were special. It was love at first sight for the both of you, may you believe it or not. It all led to being each other’s secret, hiding behind closed doors, running away from home from time to time just to have time for yourselves. Maybe it was tough hiding your feelings, but you somehow loved the thrill of it. It’s even a bit funny, because there have been times when you nearly got caught - like just now. The face Stefan made nearly made you laugh out loud.

But really, what would everybody do if they eventually found out about this hidden romance? You were always so curious to know, yet scared, because what if they took him from you and you never got the chance to see him ever again? They only see him as a threat, as someone who’s going to harm you by taking your magic away, but that is not who Kai is. He has always wanted affection, acceptance, and most importantly - love. And you were the only one who saw it. This boy might be different, but it wasn’t an obstacle for you.

As clock striked eight in the morning, Stefan and Damon had taken off to take care of business, leaving you, Elena and Kai at the house. Being the foodie that you are, you wanted to cook breakfast, so you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients you needed from the fridge. Humming along with the song playing in the background, you got to work.

Unbeknownst to you, Kai stood at the doorstep, admiring your little dance moves that were adorable. He was praying Elena wouldn’t show up, because he truly wanted to enjoy the sight, without having to put on an act.

Turning around to grab a wooden spoon, you caught him staring with a smile on his face, and you flashed one back at him.

“You’re up early” you said, thoroughly mixing the mixture in the bowl.

“I heard the music so I had to check out what’s going on downstairs. What are you making?” he went over to the kitchen land and took a seat. Your cheeks began burning, you suddenly felt shy around him. Not that you usually do, but something about Kai being present while you’re cooking made you all giddy.

“Pancakes” you pressed your lips together, trying to hide your flushed cheeks as you turned away.

“Yum, will you share?”

You turned your head sideways to avoid eye contact with him, “if we won’t get caught flirting”

Kai chuckled, leaning back in the chair, hands in his lap as he fiddled his fingers. He loved seeing you like this, all carefree, happy, cooking food, shy in his presence. The butterflies were dancing in his stomach, you were way too cute.

“Right. Elena” he whispered, inhaling deeply and sighing, continuing his observation of his girlfriend who was busy flipping the pancake in the pan.

“Mmm, something smells very good” there she was, coming in the kitchen with damp hair, most likely just out of shower. She had a towel thrown over her shoulder that she used to scrunch her brown locks in order to dry them. To be honest, you trusted her the most, because she was never too judgmental about you or your choices, so if one day you had to tell somebody about you and Kai, she would be the first one to know.

“And you’re here because?..” she looked over at Kai before grabbing a blood bag from the fridge.

“I’m hungry, okay?” he answered, shuffling in his seat.

“Ah, the stubborn Kai Parker. Thought you were forbidden from speaking to her”

You looked back at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Who said we were?”

She shrugged her shoulders and took a seat next to Kai. He tensed up immediately, cursing her in his head for yet another interruption. Great. Now you two have to avoid any dialogue with each other.

“What’s up with you two? You keep fighting and avoiding any interaction. I know the Salvatores think Kai is only bugging you because he wants to steal your magic. Well, I kind of do too. But, guys, you need to at least be decent and have normal conversations. Unless, Kai actually has some bad intentions”

You huffed, “I have nothing to say to him”

Kai licked his hips, swallowing thickly as he began to nervously move his leg up and down. God, if only Damon and Stefan thought the same. At least the simplest ‘good morning’ and ‘how is it going?’ wouldn’t hurt much, would it? It would be something that could at least allow him to speak to you. And he wanted to make it come true. So. Much.

He hopped off the chair and vanished from the kitchen, frightening Elena with his sudden walk out.

“Woah, is he alright?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care” you said monotonously, placing the place with pancakes in front of her, also handing her a fork.

You two sat in silence eating breakfast, not even looking at each other in the meantime. You really wanted Kai to come back in here so he could eat, but the way he fled the scene made you wonder what’s gotten into him. Understandably, he was fed up with the whole ‘rules’ thing, he probably couldn’t bear being there with you while Elena stated some facts. She’s right. Why can’t you two at least have a few words in front of everyone? It’s not like it’s going to hurt you. Heck, why can’t you just tell everyone what’s actually happening?

Your phone buzzed and you opened the text message from Kai, telling you to meet him on the Wickery Bridge.

“Um, I have to go out for a bit. I’ll be back” you excuse yourself, leaving Elena in the kitchen as you hurried to your room to change. On your way to the location, you kept wondering why Kai wanted to meet up with you. It wasn’t a date after all, it sounded like a serious situation. And usually he doesn’t just tell you to meet him somewhere, Kai always leaves smiley emoji’s and tells you to wear a cute outfit. Is he up to something?

You found him leaning over the railing of the bridge, staring into the distance as he looked pretty rough. It worried you.

“Kai?”

“Hey” he showed you a smile, but it didn’t look genuine. It didn’t look real. It looked forced. Fake.

“Why are we here? Did I do or say anything wrong?”

“No,” he took a deep breath. “Elena’s right. Why can’t we get along at least a tiny bit? We’re allowing them to control us, tell us how to behave, we’re not even able to look at each other at this point. And I’m tired of it. I’m sick of it. I know we agreed to keep this a secret, but for how much longer can we pretend? Eventually, it’s either they’re going to begin suspecting whatever is going on, or we’ll have to tell them before they do”

“Baby, calm down. I know how much you want us to be exclusive. I want it too. I want the whole world to know how happy you make me. But you know how dangerous it is and I am scared of the outcome. What if they kill you? I’ll be left with nothing then. You’re my everything, Kai, and I don’t want that to be taken away from me. If I see you laying down on the floor lifeless, I won’t have a purpose to live”

You choked up with tears in your eyes, taking his hand in yours, pulling it close to your chest.

“Feel my heart”

Kai’s eyes lazily blinked as they became watery, your heart beating so loud and hard that he could feel it on his skin. It was hurting him. He hated everything about this situation.

“If I have to die for you, I will”

“No, no, no, Kai. No. Absolutely not. You’re not going to leave me, you hear me?” with a shaky tone you looked in his eyes, grabbing him by the jacket, crying out loud in pain. You rested your head against his chest, your entire body aching as you fought the tears that just couldn’t stop coming out.

Kai cups your face, lifting it up so he can look at you.

“I love you. I’ll do anything for you. But I cannot do this anymore, I cannot keep listening to Stefan lecture me about staying away from you. I cannot keep letting Damon lock your bedroom door at night just so I don’t come in. What am I supposed to do? It’s not like it would be easy for me to leave you either. Tell me, what the hell should we do? I can’t lose you”

“I love you, too, Kai,” you whispered, grabbing his soft face, “you know what? Fuck this. If they kick you out, I’m going with you. If they try to kill you, I will make their skin burn with the spell you’ve taught me” a light giggle of yours reached his ears, so contagious that it made him break into a smile.

“Are you sure you want to tell them?”

“Yes. I’m sure. No one can take you away from me, okay? Our love is stronger than their hatred for you. We should not let anybody step in and tell us what’s right and what’s wrong. Let’s do this, together. No matter the outcome, I will not let them hurt you. It’s time, Malachai”

He nods, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting your salty tears off of your lips. He hugs you, holding you close to himself as he holds the back of your head.

“Let’s do this”

You take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together as you both walk into the distance, no more hiding. No more doubt, no more fear left behind. With the way you look at each other as you approach the house, nothing scares you anymore.

Because you know,

Love is the strongest weapon of all.

[nebbyy]

Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo!reader - Last date

A/N: guys I’ve still got a few pics that are coming out in this weekend, after those are out I’ll probably create a first masterlist!! Also, there are two series that are going to start in the near future, one for king Baldwin and another one for Countess Nadia so if you’re interested stay tuned!

P.S.: this time I don't know where the paining is from, so if you know whose artist is this from please tell me, I'd really appreciate the help☺️

Warning: angst, mentions of betrayal, SPOILERS for the PJO story (whether it’s books, series or movies). Oh and reader is described as female

I think Luke would’ve been restless for weeks trying to figure out what to say to you when the time would’ve come for him to reveal his secret alliance with Kronos, what words would be best fit to make the idea sound more appealing, to increase the chances of you joining him against the Olympians

But as much as he pondered his words, as much as he tried to convince himself that in the end you’d choose him, there was this feeling he had that you wouldn’t follow him this time. And that made him spiral even further, made him try to push down the dooming feeling and focus instead on how to sound even more convincing, how to just get him to listen to him… or more precisely, listen to Kronos

But deep down, he knew that his choices were gonna make him lose you

Although at some point Luke finally seemed to realize that he got so lost in his own thoughts that he started neglecting you. Well, he didn’t really realize it on his own, it was Connor who made him snap back to reality with his dumb jokes

“Hey Luke you keep ignoring your girl and I’m just gonna steal her away. Bet you wouldn’t even notice huh.” Yeah he got a few slaps on the back of his neck for that

But Connor’s harmless words were not so wrong. He didn’t even realize how long it’s been since he even talked to you properly other than kissing you good morning and goodnight

He didn’t even realize how close the end of summer was getting, which, if he didn’t succeed, might’ve been the last months the two of you would spend together

After a little pause to just panic and frantically walk around the Hermes’ cabin trying to make out what to do, he got an idea

You’ve always love theaters, not only to watch the plays, but also to bask in the atmosphere of it all

And he remembered that when he stumbled upon an abandoned theater in a town not too far from Camp

He knew right then and there that he was gonna take you there that night, so that you could forgive him for his absence and he could forget about the rest on the world and focus on you. Nothing else but you

It didn’t take long for him to steal find a necklace that he knew you would’ve loved to wear, a little trinket that would make him be always near to your heart, even when he wouldn’t have been by your side anymore

He left it in a nice little box on your pillow, along with a little note…

I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ll make it up to you I swear. Meet me at the forest tonight I’m taking you to a place

Your mild disappointment in Luke’s absence quickly morphed into curiosity as you held the note in you hand, holding the necklace close to your heart as you tried to fight back the smile at the thought of his mysterious surprise 

Once you reached your rendezvous, he was already there, impatiently waiting for you, holding his hand out to you with an apologetic smile

The walk to the theater, which you still didn’t know was your last stop, was about two hours long, and you mostly spend that time walking silently hand in hand, exchanging very few words

Silence wasn’t anything new between you two, it was actually quite common for you to spend some silent, quality time in each other’s company, with no sound but the world around you

But this time felt different, you could feel that his silence had ulterior motives other than the comfort of quietness

You asked him about it, and he brushed it off saying that his counselor duties have worn him out lately. It was the biggest lie he could’ve told you, but you didn’t question the truth of his words

Because you’d trusted him completely since day one

It broke his heart even further to see how blindly you believed his excuses, so oblivious of the true reason behind his weird behavior. It made him wonder, how broken will you be when you’ll find out the truth

For a moment though, even if brief, all his sorrows disappeared when you finally reached the grandiose abandoned theater, whose splendor still made it stand out despite years of neglect, and your eyes lit up like two new stars to be added to the night sky

You basically rushed him in at that point, earning a laugh from him as he followed you inside

Once you were right before the stage, he swiftly got on top of it before turning around and charmingly offering you his hand to help you up as well

He looked at you for a second, almost entering in a trance as he got lost in the sight of you. But once you called him out, he sheepishly laughed before moving to grab his phone in his pocket, putting some music on before placing it on the ground and turning once again towards you

He knelt before you dramatically, speaking with a mockingly resounding tone, "My lady, would you do me the immense honor of granting me this dance?" You just laughed and nodded

You both danced together, slowly swaying around the stage while holding each other close

You noticed that, as he smiled fondly at you, his smile didn’t really reach his eyes

You wanted to believe what he’d told you, you really did. But there was this gut feeling in you that told you that there was something else going on

“You sure everything’s fine? You don’t look like you’re just tired babe..”, “No no I’m fine, I swear it! I just… I need to be with only you right now.”

You spent so much time there together, that in the end it would’ve been too tiring to go back to Camp straight away, so you opted to spend the rest of the night there

Well, more than opting to it was Luke who begged you to spend the night there with him, forget the rest, you’re both old enough to not have to respond to any of your godly parents

Thinking back to that day, you wonder if you should’ve gotten worried at his bitter words against the gods, instead of simply taking it as his natural aversion to the Olympians

You fell asleep first, lying on the dusty, hard pavement, while Luke stroked your cheek lovingly, staring at your body with a look that he’d spared you the sight of

His heart was about to shatter into a million pieces, all because he knew that this might’ve been his last time spending the night with you, being this close to you

In less than a week, Percy and Annabeth were coming back to Camp, and if they’d succeeded than it wouldn’t take much for them to find out the truth about the theft of Zeus’ lighting 

And as much as he wanted to believe his own delusions that you were going to stay by his side through the whole things, he knew that would never be

And he tried, he really tried so hard to keep in his true emotions for the whole evening, but he couldn’t take him anymore when he saw the necklace he’d gifted you just hours before around your neck

And the promise ring he’d given you on your first anniversary

And the little heart he drew on your arm the day before to annoy you

All little things that brought back the memories of almost four years he’d been with you. All memories of something that will soon end

It makes him wonder if you’ll keep all his little gifts, or if you’ll burn and rip and break everything that reminded you of him

He barely registered the tears that fell from his eyes as he held on to you for dear life as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you firmly enough

His cries became more intense as time passed, but he remained careful not to be loud enough to wake you up from your slumber. It was a mixture of unintelligible declarations of love and apologies, that he repeated like a prayer

Because in the end, he was indeed praying

Praying for you to see the reasoning behind his actions, for you to realize that he was in the right and that you had to follow him in this revolution 

And if you wouldn’t grant him this wish, then at least he prayed you’d still harbor the same love that you felt for him for all these years, that you will someday be able to forgive him, leave a place for him into your heart

[atinylittlepain]

A High Price - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

Joel Miller masterlist

She's been with Joel and Ellie since the beginning. When she finds out Joel's plans for Tommy to go with her and Ellie the rest of the way, she decides it's time to end whatever closeness they had shared. But a change of plans and a brush with death forces both of them to come to terms with just how much they’re willing to pay to hold onto each other.

warnings | 18+ angst, smut, canon-typical violence

a/n | this fic follows the events of episode 6 verrryyy closely, but I fixed it :) but also, it's a doozy folks, you've been warned

The town of Jackson is making her nervous. Mostly because she can see how uneasy Joel has been since they got here, how he wearily eyes the children that seem to be everywhere, his dismay at the sight of Christmas decorations . She can’t help but feel much the same, it’s like they’ve found the one place in the world where time paused before everything went to shit, and after months on the grizzled road, it’s far more than just a shock to the system. Ellie seems equally perturbed, and her hackles have been up from the start. 

She softened a bit after a shower and a clean change of clothes, had laughed at the gift Maria had left for Ellie. She had to explain to the girl how the menstrual cup worked, the humor of it quickly rolling over into sorrow when she realized that she herself hadn’t needed to worry about that for twenty years, her body too flooded by a constant stream of cortisol. It made sense really, her body knew there was no use trying to create life when the whole world had rolled over in death. A streak of pain shot through her when she saw that Maria was in fact pregnant, followed quickly by a stark anger that she smothered out before it got the better of her.

Joel had skulked off to try to resole his boots, leaving her and Ellie under Maria’s charge. She had offered them both haircuts at her house and while it was nice, to be taken care of, her heart was stinging with the sight of Sarah’s name on that chalkboard. She didn’t know much, but she knew enough for it to be like a slap to the face when she saw it.

Maria had taken Ellie along to a town movie while she had returned to the house they were staying in to get some sleep, and try to shake off that uneasy feeling that had settled in her spine. She finds Joel’s pack in what she supposes is the master bedroom, slipping into the large bed and waiting for the warmth of his body to tangle with hers. They had picked up some habits along the road, falling into something with each other that she knew would never be called anything other than comfort. It was fine, she figured she’d take him anyway that he’d let her have him.

She must have dozed off, because much later she’s startled awake by the sound of shouting coming from down the hall. It sounds like Joel and Ellie, but she still grabs her gun before creeping down the hall towards where all the noise is coming from, light seeping through the crack of the ajar door. She shoulders up against the doorframe, tucking her gun into the waist of her jeans and listening in to the pair’s argument. Her head spins at the information that Joel has asked Tommy to take Ellie the rest of the way, the harsh words he spits at the young girl. Ellie shouts back at him.

“Well, what about her, Joel? What’s she gonna do?” Ellie says her name like a broken question and Joel huffs.

“I don’t know. She’s better off without me too. Can do whatever the fuck she wants for all I care.” His words take her breath away, and she doesn’t have time to catch herself before Joel is turning heel and storming out of the room with a slam of the door. He runs straight into her in the hall, grabbing her elbows to steady them. She wrenches out of his grip, stumbling back. His face goes slack at her pained expression.

“How much of that did you hear?” She scoffs, muttering “heard enough” before shuffling back down the hall to grab her pack from the bedroom. She’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Joel is hot on her heels, following her into the bedroom, a hand tugging at his hair in seeming frustration. She wordlessly grabs her pack, shoving her things back into it as he watches her. 

“Will you talk to me?” She lets out a bitter laugh at his words, finally turning and looking at him.

“What the fuck, Joel? What the fuck was that? You making decisions for us now, huh? Think you know better than me? Well newsflash, that was the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard!” She’s gotten up in his space and shoves hard at his chest, making him stumble back.

“Look, you may be mad right now. But eventually you’ll see that I’m right about this. I-I can’t protect her. Can’t protect you, it’s–” “That’s such bullshit. I don’t need protection, Joel. And maybe you can’t protect her, but we can. Did a damn good job of it these past few months. God, but now you’re gonna be a fucking coward?” She thinks briefly that she sees the glimmer of tears in his eyes, but she’s too mad to care. She shoulders her pack, going to step out of the room, but he blocks her path. He swallows hard under her steely glare.

“I’m sorry, but I–” she shoves at his chest again.

“I don’t want your fucking sorrys! Finish the job, you coward, or get the fuck out of my way.” She finally shoulders past him, and he doesn’t follow her this time. He seems to have made his choice, and she’ll have to live with that.

…

She spends the night, restlessly, on the couch downstairs, waiting for Tommy to come pick up her and Ellie. She’ll go with them to the university, it hadn’t even been a question to her. And after that, well she certainly won’t be coming back here, back to Joel. 

She manages to sleep a few hours, woken up by the sound of Tommy coming inside. He waits at the front door while she goes up to get Ellie. She’s surprised when she passes the master bedroom to see the door ajar, Joel and his pack nowhere to be seen. That bastard must have skipped town. Good fucking riddance.

They head out to the stables and she’s once again surprised when they find Joel there, saddling up. He’s changed his tune, and when Ellie says she wants to go with him, already foisting her pack into his arms, he tries to catch her gaze over the top of the girl’s head, but she refuses to look at him. She promised Tess she’d finish this job, and she’s going to, regardless of whom it’s finished with. But whatever closeness she had with Joel has withered in the course of the night. She decides that this will be the last time she works with him.

The trio sets out, Joel and Ellie on one horse and her following close behind on another. A week’s journey, and then she’ll never have to think about Joel Miller again.

Days pass in a frozen blur. It’s not lost on her how their roles have been switched. In the past, it was always her job to keep Ellie’s constant conversation entertained while Joel silently scowled. Now, Joel keeps up the talk, occasionally trying to draw her into the chatter, but she remains steeled against his attempts to get her to thaw, only answering the questions Ellie asks her. She knows it’s dangerous, how much she’s come to care for the girl. It was Joel who had told her as much, that the price for caring about someone was one you just couldn’t afford in this world. She figures it’s too late to pull back from her, having already sacrificed so much to get her across the country, because she knows she’d do a whole lot more for her too.

When they reach the university campus, it’s a relief and a shock. The last time she had been somewhere like this was when everything went to shit. Like every other survivor, she remembers the day all too well. She woke up that morning in her boyfriend’s dorm room, and by the end of the day she was getting hauled to a quarantine zone in the back of a military truck. 

She’s quiet as they ride through the campus, but can feel Joel’s eyes on her as he answers Ellie’s endless questions about what college was like. His voice is a bit gruff when he next speaks.

“You should be asking these questions to her, kid. She was actually smart enough to be somewhere like this.” She can’t help how her eyes widen at his words and when she glances at him, she thinks she sees the hint of a smirk there. Ellie immediately shifts her attention to her, asking her all sorts of questions about what she did at a place like this. For once, she’s happy to talk about the past. She feels the anger she’s been keeping bubbling start to roll over, finding ease in rejoining the conversation, but she still keeps her attention on Ellie, only barely glancing Joel’s way.

The campus is desolate and when they find what must have been the science building with a golden firefly emblem on above the entrance, disappointment lays thickly over them when they see it’s been deserted. On the third floor, however, they manage to find a map, with all arrows leading to Salt Lake City. They must have moved shop. Joel looks at her, both their faces set in a stern resolve. This trip is going to be a bit longer than they planned. Just then, they hear voices coming from below. She sidles up to the window and sure enough, a group of raiders are traipsing across the campus. Joel looks at her and she just nods, a silent confirmation that they need to move quickly and quietly. 

They get outside, and she tries to clear her mind of the way he keeps a hand on the hilt of her spine as she peers behind the wall. It’s clear, and they scurry over to the horses, trying to hastily saddle up. Ellie freezes where she stands, looking behind them. She whips around and sure enough, two of the men they had seen are rushing at them. She doesn’t even have to think, pulling out her knife and running at them. She handily slits the one man’s throat, but the other grabs her shoulder and lands a punch that sends her jaw singing in pain.  She doubles over, trying to shake off the ringing in her ears. Joel’s right behind her and grabs hold of the man, struggling a bit before snapping his neck. The sound makes her stomach churn.

When she finally collects herself and gets a look at Joel, she blanches. He’s been stabbed low in the side, the handle of the weapon protruding still. Joel looks down, seeming to realize at the same time that he’s been hurt. She doesn’t think quick enough to stop him from pulling it out, and when he does blood quickly begins to puddle in his cupped hand. Her mind is going a mile a minute, but Ellie shakes her out of it with a low curse. There are two more men coming towards them. She has to get them out of here and fast.

“Ellie, get on that horse, now!” She grabs Joel by the shoulders, shoving him towards the other horse and helping him up. He lets out a broken shout as he swings his leg over the saddle and it sends a streak of panic down her spine. She hauls herself up behind him, taking the reins and kicking off. Ellie follows alongside them, firing warning bullets at the straggling men. 

They manage to lose them, following train tracks out of the town and in the general direction of Salt Lake City. She keeps pinching Joel’s thigh, trying to keep him awake, keep him talking. But he’s fading fast, and she doesn’t know what to do. Suddenly, his head slumps forward and she curses.

“Joel? Hey, Joel, c’mon, stay with us here– shit!” His body goes slack and he slips right off the horse into the drifting snow. She immediately dismounts, Ellie following suit, and kneels down beside him. His eyes are flickering, rolling back up to the sky. She presses the heel of her hand down into his wound, trying to stop the bleeding that has persisted since they fled. He whimpers under the contact and it makes something in her shatter. Ellie is calling his name, lightly patting his face. But it’s not enough, and he slips unconscious, his face ashen in the gray winter light.

“Fuck!” For a moment, she just panics. No clue what to do. Her hands are shaking as she quickly shucks off her coat, Ellie watching her like she’s crazy. She takes off the flannel she had been wearing and rips it up into strips, tying them together and then wrapping the makeshift tourniquet around Joel’s wound. She doesn’t know if it’s the right thing to do, but right now, it’s the only thing she can think to do. She takes a deep breath, a wisp of a plan slowly coming into mind.

“Alright, Ellie, we gotta get him back on one of the horses. We gotta find shelter.” Ellie looks bewildered by her command.

“He’s not gonna make it if we–”

“Don’t, kid. It’s the only shot we have. Help me move him.” It’s a struggle, getting his slack body back up onto the saddle, but they manage and she slips up behind him again. She wraps her legs around his to keep him in place. The only comfort as they ride is the short puffs of breath she feels him letting out into her collar where his head has slumped down. As long as he’s breathing, I can be ok.

She was never religious, not before, and certainly not now. But, as they continue riding, she starts to pray to someone, anyone. She knows that Joel would’ve told her to leave him. Would’ve wanted her to leave him. But now, it’s become quite clear to her that leaving him is something she’s incapable of doing.

His breathing is getting slower, even more shallow. She counts the space between each exhale and feels panic rising as that space gets longer and longer. They need a fucking miracle.

They get a fucking miracle. 

A farmhouse appears in the distance, in a thicket of frozen trees. She can see smoke coming from the chimney. She’s too panicked to make any real plan, telling Ellie to hold back while she rides up. She doesn’t care if the people are hostile, she’ll kill them with her bare hands if it means Joel will have a shot at surviving.

She stops right in front of the house, and it’s a rather awkward maneuver to slide Joel off the saddle and lay him out in the snow while she sidles up to the front door. She cocks her gun and shoulders through the door, and finds herself both relieved and embarrassed when all she meets is a rather shocked looking older woman standing by a wood-burning stove.

A fucking miracle indeed.

…

The woman’s name is Maggie. She tells her to bring Ellie and Joel in. They lay him out on the musty couch in front of the stove and Maggie immediately takes to treating his wound. She moves with an unexpected precision, getting Joel out of his jacket and layers, cleaning the gash with rags that they boiled on the stove and then taking to the wound with bandages she pulled out of a rusted first aid box. Joel remains unconscious, but color starts to come back into his face as he lays in the warmth of the stove. Maggie offers soup to her and Ellie, but her stomach is still rolling as she watches Joel’s unconscious form so she gives her bowl to the girl as well. 

She sits on the arm of the couch, keeping a hand around Joel’s ankle as Maggie talks to them. She tells them that her husband’s name is Rod, that he’s out hunting and he’ll be home soon, but that she’ll deal with him. She can’t help but think that they’re much like that couple they had met only a week or so earlier, another pair that lived quietly enough for the end of the world not to notice them. The older woman seems to sense the tension in the air, seeing both her and Ellie still anxiously watching Joel. She asks Ellie if she’d like to help her dress a few rabbits out back and the girl’s eyes dart between the older woman and her. She offers her a small smile and a nod to go ahead, that it’s ok, and Maggie leads her out to show her how it's done.

As the door shuts behind them, she lets out a long sigh, sinking down onto the floor and resting her head back against the couch. She shuts her eyes, a wave of exhaustion finally washing over her now that the adrenaline has worn off. Her brain kicks up a chant of he’s ok, he’ll live that lulls her into a sleepy daze, only being startled out of it when she feels him start to stir behind her. She whips around, kneeling in front of the couch, her fingers itching to reach for him, but instead just watching as he slowly comes to. He looks shocked to still be alive, eyes darting around the room before landing on her. He goes to sit up but immediately winces in pain and she presses her palm into his chest to keep him laying down.

“Joel, just stay down. You’re ok. I’ll get you some water.” She grabs her own water bottle that Maggie had filled for her and brings it to his lips, coaxing a few sips out of him. He’s looking at her like she’s grown a second head, entirely perplexed. His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“You should’ve left me.” She scoffs, shaking her head and forcing him to take another swig to shut him up.

“A thank you would be nice.” He only gives her a steely scowl at her words that she just rolls her eyes at.

“Joel, can you try to not be an asshole after we just saved your life?” She gets up to get him a bowl of soup but can still hear his grumbling words.

“Surprised you’d want to save my life. Thought you’d washed your hands of me.” She sighs, choosing not to respond to his murmurs as she kneels back down beside the couch with soup and a spoon. He raises an eyebrow at her. She gives him an unamused look, holding a spoonful of soup out to him that he begrudgingly takes. Surprisingly, he lets her feed him more of the soup, not moving his utterly confused gaze from her face. She thinks to herself that he must still be pretty out of it to be letting her do this.

He finally bats her hands away with a grumble, once again trying to sit up. Though he successfully gets upright, swinging his legs down so his feet are planted on the floor, it’s not without groans of pain with each movement, his bare chest heaving once he finally sits back. She instinctively goes to smooth her hand over the gauze they laid over his wound and he shivers under her touch, her eyes immediately darting up to his.

“Does that hurt?” He huffs, grabbing her hand in his own and giving it a squeeze before resting their entwined fingers on his thigh.

“Sure don’t feel good. Where’s Ellie?” Just then, the back door swings open, Ellie walking in ahead of Maggie, brandishing two dressed rabbit carcasses in her hands. When she sees Joel upright and lucid, first relief washes over her face, and then a very smug grin. She holds up the rabbits like shining trophies.

“Welcome back, old man. Told ya I could do it.”

…

Rod comes home soon afterwards, and while it’s tense at first, it’s clear quickly that he answers to Maggie, and what she says goes. They sit in the main room of the cabin, the three of them pressed together on the couch while the couple sit in two thread-bare armchairs, asking them all kinds of questions. Rod keeps looking between her and Joel and then glancing at Ellie, seeming to try to figure something out. He finally clears his throat.

“You don’t often see families out on the road, where are y’all heading?” Her and Joel practically trip over each other to correct him, speaking on top of each other.

“We’re not–”

“That’s not what this is–”

Ellie just laughs, telling the old man that they’re not her parents, just two people getting paid to transport her to her real family. She’ll have to thank the kid later for the smooth save. The couple seem to accept her explanation, but Rod continues to look between her and Joel over the top of Ellie’s head. It’s only just starting to make her uneasy when Maggie invites her and Ellie to help get dinner going. They leave Joel and Rod lowly murmuring about directions to Salt Lake City. 

As she chops potatoes, listening to Maggie explain to Ellie how to carve up the rabbits, she gets that same sickening feeling she got in Jackson. For a moment, there’s a sliver of normalcy that makes her shudder. They roast the vegetables and meat over a fire that Maggie sets on a small stovetop. She leans back against the doorframe, watching the older woman show Ellie how to cook the food. Her ears prick into the conversation in the other room, Rod saying something in a rather severe tone.

“Son, you do realize that young woman saved your life, right?” There’s a long hiccup of silence before Joel speaks.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. Believe me, I know. Saved me in more ways than one.” She’s not given too much time to ponder his words before Maggie and Ellie are whipping by with a huge skillet of food. They all eat in the living room, serving themselves straight out of the pan. She’s surprised by how hungry she is, though she figures it’s been nearly a whole day since she last ate. 

Finished with dinner, she asks Maggie for the first aid kit, taking Joel out to catch the last light of day in order to redress his wound. The old couple had offered to teach Ellie how to play gin while she takes care of him. He sits down on the bench out on the porch, already moving much better with some more food in his system. 

Relief floods through her when she removes the gauze and sees that the gash is already starting to clot, hardly any more blood coming through and the angry redness calming under the salve Maggie had rubbed in. She kneels down in between his thighs, trying to as gently as possible clean the wound as he stifles whimpers under her touch. She lays another square of gauze over the wound, letting her palm wander up his side before squeezing his shoulder and sitting back on her haunches. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Thank you, alright? Thank you.” She just nods, but Joel isn’t done talking.

“I figure we sleep here tonight. Rod showed me how to keep following those tracks to get to Salt Lake, we’re looking at three, maybe four days of travel.” Her head is spinning, not really believing his words.

“Are you serious right now? Joel, I don’t know if you noticed, but you almost fucking died. You’re not gonna be ready to travel tomorrow, and hell, probably not the next day either. Maggie told me they’d let us stay on a bit longer, if Ellie and I help her out with stuff around here. But you’re not fucking traveling anytime soon, not on my watch.” His fists are clenched in his lap as he listens to her speak, finally shaking his head in frustration.

“Look, I just need some sleep. I’ll be good to travel in the morning, you don’t know–” She’s on him in a flash, standing up to tower over him, right in his face.

“Don’t you dare tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sick of you trying to call all the shots, Joel. This time? You’re gonna listen to me.” He tilts his chin up at her defiantly.

“And why should I?” She practically seethes with anger.

“Because I saved your life, that’s why. Don’t make me fucking regret it.” She whisks away from him, storming back inside and slamming the door behind her. She finds Ellie and the couple playing cards and mutters at the girl to go help Joel inside. She’s done playing nurse for the night.

Unfortunately, Maggie and Rod had different plans. When it came time to turn in, they offered the couch to Ellie, while giving her and Joel the loft upstairs. The loft with only one bed. She did her best not to balk at it, not wanting to seem ungrateful to the couple as they closed their own bedroom door after saying good night. 

She mutely helped Joel up the stairs, guiding him to sit down on the edge of the bed while she got to work unrolling her sleeping bag onto the floor. She heard him scoff behind her as he watched her movements.

“What the hell are you doing?” She glances at him over her shoulder.

“I’ll take the floor and you’ll take the bed. You need it more than I do.” He lets out a breathy laugh at that.

“Oh, come on. It’s not like we haven’t slept together before.” She finally turns to fix him with an icy stare. He just crosses his arms over his chest.

“Joel, don’t. I can’t argue with you anymore.” She sighs, fully sitting down on the ground, staring at her hands in her lap. She’s got no fight left.

“I don’t want to argue, but I don’t want you sleeping on the floor. Please.” Her head whips up at that, a word that doesn’t usually come out of Joel’s mouth. There’s something in his eyes that she can’t quite place. Something that makes her give in to him. She stands with another sigh, starting to toe off her boots.

“Alright, fine. We’ll both sleep in the bed.” She’d like to smack the smug look that slides across his face, but it’s quickly replaced by winces of pain as he moves to take off his shoes and pants. She helps him shuck off his jeans all the way, ignoring his grumbles that he can do it himself, and helps him under the covers. She quickly peels off her own jeans before getting into bed, hugging the edge of the mattress and turning her back to him. He huffs behind her.

“Not how we normally sleep, is it?” She scoffs at his words.

“You’re injured. And I’m still pissed at you.” 

“Look, I-I’m sorry.” “What for?”

“Jesus christ, can’t you take a damn apology?” She chooses not to respond to that and Joel sighs.

“I’m sorry for what I did in Jackson. For not talking to you. Trying to cut ties. I just, I really thought it’d be better for everyone.” She swallows thickly.

“Well, I don’t get that. I thought we had a good thing going, thought we were a team.”

“We did have a good thing. It’s why I was trying to set you two loose from me. I’m getting older, weaker. A-and the price was getting too high.” She finally turns over, looking at him with her brow furrowed. He glances at her before letting out another sigh.

“I care about you, more than I should. I care about the kid too, but you– if I ever failed you? Out there? That’d be the end for me. I know I couldn’t go on then. So I figured it’d be better to let you go, without me, no chance of letting you down then.” They fall into a heavy silence as she studies his profile. Those were not words she was expecting to hear out of him.

“Joel, I– the price is high for me too. Think I realized it when you collapsed off that fucking horse. But sometimes I feel like you don’t take me seriously, and it drives me insane. I may be younger than you, but I’ve been out here just as long as you.” He draws one of his hands down to tangle with hers.

“I know you have, darlin. And I’m sorry. I’m an ass, but I’ll listen to you, I’ll really try.” She squeezes his hand.

“We’re a fucking team, Joel. I need you on my side.” His eyes soften in the dimming light.

“Fuck, need you too.” For now, it’s enough for them both. They manage to sleep that night, neither one letting go of the other’s hand.

…

They’ve spent three nights at the farmhouse, and Joel continues to heal. Ellie and Maggie are sitting on the porch, playing gin. Ellie has gotten wickedly good at the game, even giving Rod a run for his money. She’s out front, helping the old man and Joel chop firewood. She’s just glad that Joel feels well enough to be swinging an ax, but would be hard pressed to admit that her gaze lingers on the sliver of skin above his waistband that slips into sight each time he throws his arms back in a swing. 

It’s been decided that they’ll leave tomorrow and start the journey towards Salt Lake City and whatever it may entail. As such, Maggie had declared that they’d need to have a proper meal tonight, like she hadn’t been feeding them like kings all week. Rod had brought a deer back from his hunting yesterday, and Ellie had, very proudly, helped him dress the carcass. They’d certainly eat well tonight.

She and Joel had settled into a sort of closeness again, something more tentative, something heavier with meaning. They hadn’t really discussed what had been said that first night any further, but each night since they’d fallen asleep pressed close to one another. She had however noticed the way his breath would hitch as she checked his bandages, and had maybe started to trail her fingers a bit aimlessly just to see how worked up she could get him before cruelly stepping away. He was due for some payback anyways.

Dinner, as expected, is rich and near coma-inducing, and Ellie promptly flops onto the couch face first. She and Joel help the old couple clean up before saying their goodnights. Joel no longer needs help up the stairs when they head up for bed, he hasn’t for two days now.

They dress down in silence before slipping under the covers, settling into the middle of the bed. She rests a leg over his hip, turning into his chest as he wraps her into his non-injured side. He looks down at her.

“You ready to head out tomorrow?” She snorts, burrowing her cheek closer into his chest.

“Pretty sure I should be asking you that.”  His arm draws her in a little tighter.

“I am. Almost back to a hundred percent, thanks to you.” They settle into a simple silence. She breaks it with a hoarse whisper.

“Joel? You gotta know how glad I am that you’re not dead.” He just hums at that, but she tilts her head to rest her chin on his sternum, looking up at him.

“I mean it. Christ– when you were splayed out in the snow– I panicked– didn’t know what to do– just knew that you couldn’t die or I’d lose whatever is left of my mind.” He brings his fingertips to skate across the arc of her cheek, carding his fingers through her hair before pressing his thumb under the hilt of her jaw to draw her face up to his. It’s a shivering little thing of a kiss, their lips just ghosting together before breaking away. It’s a low thrumming whisper that breezes across her lips when he speaks.

“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere, darlin, not without you.” She presses forward this time into an entirely different kind of kiss. It’s a kiss that takes and demands that something be given. He brings both his broad palms to cup her face and she huffs as she tries to press closer to him without hurting him. He seems to notice her frustration, pressing her to lay down as he shifts to lean on his good side and dip back into a kiss. She pulls away with a sigh.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, not when you’re healing so well.” He huffs, tracing her lips with his thumb.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. Just let me have you.” She can’t even protest, not when he’s already licking into her mouth and fumbling with the buttons of the flannel she still has on. She swats his hand away to get the shirt off herself and he moves his now idle hand down to her hip, giving the plush swell harsh squeezes and drawing her closer to him. Her shirt draws open and he nudges away the fabric with his nose, lips smearing across her chest and laving over her peaked nipples in a way that makes her keen up into his touch. She runs her hands easily through the buttons of his own shirt, laying open-mouthed kisses in the middle of his chest. They’re a mess of mouths and hands and sighing breaths, finding whatever bare skin they can to mark as their own. She lets out a whine that he quickly shushes as he bites harshly at the soft skin at the juncture of her jaw.

“Joel, please, I want you now.” They press their foreheads together for a moment, swallowing each other’s ragged breaths before Joel nods. He shifts until he’s hovering over her, kneeling between her spread legs and caging her in between his arms. 

She presses the sleeves of his open shirt down his arms and he breaks away just enough to shrug it off entirely. She takes him in, fingers grazing down his chest and skating over the bandage across his side before he grabs her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips and laying a kiss in the middle of her palm. He brings his own palm down between her breasts, rough fingers splayed out below her sternum before dragging his hand down her torso in a way that makes her shudder. His fingers deftly slip under the band of her underwear and he doesn’t even have to ask her to lift her hips for him to slide them down her legs, tossing them off to the side before dipping back down to meet in another kiss. 

Still in his boxers, he presses his hips forward into hers and they both groan at the contact as his hardness ruts against her center. She tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t fucking tease me right now, Joel. Need you.” He shushes her with a smacking kiss.

“I know what you need, I’ve got you. I’m yours, I’m all yours.” She draws her hands down to the waist of his boxers, shrugging them down his thighs just enough for his cock to come free and rest against her hip, smearing pre-cum across her skin. They move fluidly. She draws her knee up to his waist, opening herself up for him as he fists himself and draws the head of his cock through her folds before pressing into her. They both let out broken sighs when his hips press against hers. The roll of his hips is slow but harsh as he finds a pace in his thrusts. He dips his head into her collarbone, muffling his groans into her damp skin as she rakes her nails down his back. She’s entirely wrapped up in him, whispering little gasps of his name each time he presses impossibly deeper into her. Suddenly, he takes in a sharp inhale that sounds less like pleasure and more like pain, she draws his face out of her neck and can see the wince in his eyes. Panic seeps into her spine.

“Hey, hey. Is it hurting?” He sighs, trying to ignore her searching gaze but she presses a palm into his chest to stop him.

“Baby. Lay back, ok? Wanna make it feel good for you.” He sighs, but does what she says, untangling from her and laying down. She carefully straddles him, the wet heat of her cunt dripping over the throbbing underside of his cock. She leans in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“S’ok, Joel. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He brings his hands to the swell of her hips, fingers flexing into her dimpled skin as she lines his cock up with her entrance, stifling a moan as she takes him all to the hilt. Joel’s eyes are darting everywhere as she sets a gentle rhythm, the crease of pleasure between her brows, the golden dampness in the hollow of her collarbone, the obscene bounce of her breasts with each swivel of her hips. All he can do is sigh.

“You’re perfect, darlin. So perfect for me. You’re mine, right? Fuck– tell me you’re mine.” He presses his palm between her shoulder blades to press her forward and she hovers over him, brushing her lips over his in something far too messy to be called a kiss.

“I’m yours, Joel. All yours.” He bends his knees and plants his feet into the mattress, starting to meet her weakening thrusts with his own. She can feel herself at the edge of pleasure, ready to tip over into oblivion. She buries her face into his neck as he fucks up into her, letting out broken whimpers with each thrust.

“Need you to come for me, darlin. Know you can do it. Let go for me.” His words send her hurtling right over the edge, pulsing around his cock as she comes with a silent cry. He fucks her through it, his thrusts starting to falter as he feels his release creeping up on him. She reluctantly pulls off of him, nuzzling into his side and bringing her hand to wrap around his throbbing length. She brings her lips to his ear.

“Come for me, Joel. Show me you’re mine.” With one more pass of her fist he’s painting his stomach with his spend, letting out ragged whispers of her name as he comes. They lay entangled for a moment, but she’s quick to check his bandage.

“Was that too much? Are you ok?” He lets out a whisper of a laugh, brushing her hair out of her face and looking at her in a way she hasn’t seen before. His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“I’m fucking perfect, darlin.” It makes her laugh, and she dips her head to press a kiss into his collarbone before getting up to find something to clean them up with.

They settle back into bed after getting cleaned up. He falls asleep before her, with her temple pressed right over his heart. She knows that it’s all hers, and that she’s all his, no matter the price.

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The Better Robin, the better lover.

Pairings: Batfam x batsis, batsis x Roy Harper

summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and the Batbros are fighting over who is most likely to get a flower arrangement.

warning: fighting, mentions of death.

a/n: And the Cupids Fourteen love stories continue. Hope you guys are enjoying the series! Lots of love

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Dick Grayson walked down the stairs in the Wayne Manor heading towards the kitchen to sneak some snacks but his little trip stop when he spotted a beautiful flower arrangement neatly placed on the kitchen counter. Before he had time to pick the card of the flowers his actions where interrupted by Jason Todd entering the room.

“Don’t get near my flowers” he said emphasizing on my flowers.

“Your flowers? Who even got you flowers?” He said inspecting him up and down.

“ I have many lovers, Grayson. So they obviously sent me flowers. Now keep your dirty hands off it” Jason exclaimed, slapping his hand away.

“You can’t just assume these flowers are yours. It’s obvious that the flowers are for me, they are literally f/f, my favorite flowers. So I highly doubt that those flowers are for you. Now step aside and let me thank the person who got me those”

“Answer me this Dick, when have you had a stable relationship that your partner would send you flowers? Exactly, now move”

“Why do you find the need to offend me? I’m not the one that had commitment issues, look at yourself ” Dick said looking at Jason knowingly.

“Die and then you can judge my commitment choices” He muttered, pushing him slightly.

“I already did, asshole. That’s why I’m judging, you can’t use getting brutally murder as an excuse for everything, ” Dick said, pointing his chest several times.

“Dick, listen to what you just said because right now you’re really living up to your name” he said even louder face to face to him slapping his hand away.

“My names not Dick you ass. It’s Richard so joke on you” he said pushing him back. Both of them started pushing each other back and forth each time being harder.

“Oh! They look beautiful” Tim Drake said entering the frame and pushing past his brothers to look at the flowers.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jason and Dick said at the same time looking down at their brother. Tim turned around to them, glaring at them.

“Please, Jason. I don’t want to get personal but you never leave this house and if you do, it’s for your vigilante bullshit so they wouldn’t know you live here and you, none of your situation ships are giving you such expensive flowers so move and keep on walking” Tim said smelling the flowers leaving two angry guys to stare him down.

“I’m sorry that you are so in love with your little boyfriend. But you literally couldn’t say it better, they are too expensive for you boyfriend to buy it” Dick responded.

“Are you trying to assume my boyfriend is poor?” Tim said, turning towards him.

“You said it not us” Jason responded, making Tim yell at him. The three of them yelled at each other making a huge ruckus. Bruce passed by watching them fight which made him quickly turn around back to his room. A few minutes later Roy Harper walked into the kitchen standing near the three boys.

“Guys?” Roy said but none of them answered after a few minutes of trying to get their attention.

“What!” The three of the yelled at Roy.

“Why are you guys fighting right now?” Roy asked separating them.

“We are trying to figure out who got us these flowers” Dick responded agitated, looking at him.

“Oh, that’s what this is about? Easy, I got the flowers” Roy responded with a shrug.

“See! I told you guys it was mine! Thank you so much Roy” Jason responded, giving him a side hug.

“You’re welcome? But just so you know this isn’t for you” Roy responded confused.

“What?!” Jason exclaimed, pushing Roy out of the hug.

“Ha! I knew you would eventually come through” Dick said, hugging Roy.

“It wasn’t for you either, Dick” he muttered.

“You disappoint me, Harper” Dick said, letting him go.

“I’m flattered Roy” Tim said walking towards him to walk him but before he did Roy spoke.

“Guys, it’s not for any of you guys. Did you even read the card?” Roy asked, looking at the trio. All three of them shook their heads, not making Roy roll his eyes.

“Well for who isn’t then?” Tim asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, hi Roy!! I just wanted to thank you for the gifts” Y/n said walking in with chocolate covered strawberries in her hand.

“Y/n?!?” The trio exclaimed looking between the pair. Roy quickly blushed covering his face.

“What?” She asked, confused taking a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries.

“The flower arrangements are for you?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The flowers, the chocolate covered strawberries and the plushies are for me, why?” She said looking at her brothers.

“I just can’t believe you and him or even better, you with anyone” Tim said looking at the flowers.

“What can I say, I got the romantic genes in our family” She said winking at them.

“You did not” Jason glared at her.

“I’m the only one that got a gift, so..” she said with a laugh making them roll their eyes.

“Just wait until you read the card” Roy responded with a small smirk. The three of them leaned into the flowers picking out the card reading the little note. All three of them angrily gasped at what they read.

“To the better Robin! That’s just insulting”

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