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FIISSHHY I FIOUND FISSHY I LOVE FISGH!! I stylized him.
Close ups ,,, đ
secret fishy,, the song is not related at all. I was just listening to it
#roblox#pressure#roblox pressure#sebastian solace#pressure sebastian#digital art#pressure fanart#my art#art#blehhh#get him a bandaid please#eats him#Spotify#I have been playing this game for so much that I have sores (mobile player)
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After School Ghost Theory 101 with Professor Fenton
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[Image ID: A four page comic that starts with Danny Fenton standing in front of a whiteboard holding up a white cat. "Question: Do ghosts purr?âÂ
Tucker: âDanny when was the last time you slept?â Danny: âIrrelevant.âÂ
Danny info-dumps: âThe answer is yes, but also no. Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations. Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different. Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the âHeebie Jeebies.ââ
Danny, wiping off the whiteboard: âAny questions before we move on?"
Dannyâs audience consists of Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Dannyâs clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter in a classroom. Wes is seated at a desk at the front taking notes. Tucker is sitting on Samâs lap playing on a Switch, Ellie is sitting on a desk behind them. Dash is asleep at the back of the room.
Ellie, now holding the cat: âIs this Vladâs first cat!?â Wes: "Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting." Danny: "What eyes?" Wes: âPlease stop gaslighting me.â
A transparency trick on the last page reveals dark shadows and eyes all around Danny when viewed in dark mode. /.End ID]
An Extended Image ID is available under the read more because itâs over 1k. Side by side light and dark mode versions of the transparency trick is also available under the cut.
[Extended Image ID: The post contains a four page comic. The first page shows two comic panels with white borders. The top panel features a bedraggled looking Danny Fenton from the waist up holding a disgruntled fluffy white cat. There are bags under his eyes, his hair is messy, his arms are covered in bandaids and cat scratches, and his nails are painted black. Heâs wearing a white shirt with red sleeves and a red oval on the front. In a large green text bubble he says âQuestion: Do ghosts purr?â A small orange text bubble under it asks âDanny when was the last time you slept?â âIrrelevantâ Danny replies.Â
In the bottom panel Danny is standing on the far left side of the panel in front of a whiteboard in a classroom with the cat under his arm. Heâs wearing baggy jeans with holes in the knees and his classic white and red Converse shoes. The whiteboard behind him has partially erased doodles around the edges including some flowers, stars, and Phantomâs DP symbol. There are a few balls of paper on the floor. Partially out of frame on the wall behind Danny is a poster of Einstein and above it a clock. Pointing at the whiteboard with a marker Danny says âThe answer: Yes but also noâ His words are written on the whiteboard. Under the words is a drawing of a stick figure and a green bedsheet ghost with a circle between them. The circle is surrounded by green squiggly lines radiating out from it. Under the circle, an arrow is drawn pointing to it with the words âcore vibrationsâ written on the board. A green text bubble in the space under the whiteboard says âTechnically, all beings that possess a core are constantly "purring", a.k.a. Core Vibrations.â
On the second page there are two blocks of text, each followed by a drawing. The page background is a pale, greenish-grey with subtle scuff marks imitating the look of a whiteboard. The first block of text at the top of the page reads âCore Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people's voices are different.â Under the text, imitating the look of dry erase marker, is a drawing of two simple ghosts smiling and waving to each other. They both have a small green circle drawn on their chest area with green squiggly lines radiating out from each ghost. Between the two cores, two parallel arrows are drawn, facing opposite directions. Under the arrows is the text âcore to core communication.âÂ
Under the ghosts is a second block of text reading âHumans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the 'purring' sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the âHeebie Jeebies.ââ Under the text a red arrow points from the words âheebie jeebiesâ to a simple drawing of Dash Baxter holding a flashlight and looking scared. There is a cobweb with a dangling spider drawn to his right and a bunch of green blob ghosts behind him to his left. In blue text the blobs say âyou forgot to update your mailing address with the IRSâ and âyou filed your taxes incorrectly.â
The third page once again shows two comic panels. In the top panel Danny takes up the centre. Heâs stretched across the whiteboard in a dynamic pose erasing the drawing of frightened Dash with a big swipe. One hand is braced on the board as he looks over his shoulder and asks âAnyone got questions before we move on?â If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are five, messily drawn eyes of varying sizes surrounding Danny. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent.Â
The bottom comic panel reveals Dannyâs audience to be Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Dannyâs clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter. In the bottom left corner, Wes sits slouched at a desk at the front of the classroom with papers and an open notebook spread out over his desk. Heâs wearing a red zip up hoodie with white sleeves. His hoodie is unzipped showing a green shirt underneath that matches the colour of his eyes. At the desk beside him Tucker and Sam share a chair with their focus on Tuckerâs Switch and not Dannyâs presentation. Tucker is sitting in Samâs lap with her arms around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. Tucker is wearing a red beanie with short dreads, goldenrod yellow turtleneck sweater, green cargo pants, and white shoes. Sam is wearing a black crop top with a fishnet layer over top, purple pleated plaid skirt, artistically ripped purple leggings, and black combat boots with bright green laces. Tucker has the tips of his dread dyed green and purple. Sam has streaks of purple, green, and orange in her hair. Ellie is sitting cross legged on top of a desk two rows behind Sam and Tucker. Sheâs wearing a cropped hoodie with the same colours as Dannyâs shirt and black track pants with white and red shoes. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail and she is holding the squirming fluffy white cat up in the air. At the very back of the classroom behind Wesâ left shoulder Dash can be seen asleep slouched over his desk. Wes has one hand resting on his desk holding a mechanical pencil the other partially raised with his hand open. In a beige text bubble with red text he replies to Dannyâs question with an unimpressed look on his face âCould you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They're kinda distracting.â Under his text bubble a small blue text bubble from Ellie asks âIs this Vladâs first cat!?â If the image is viewed in dark mode, there are three visible floating eyes off to the side of the panel. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent.Â
The final comic page is a single, full body shot of Danny standing in front of the blank whiteboard. Heâs looking over his shoulder, slightly turned with his back mostly towards the classroom and the eraser in his hand. He has an incredulous look on his face. If the page is viewed in dark mode, the background looks dark and Danny is surrounded by dozens eyes of in all different sizes. If viewed in light mode, the eyes are absent. In a green text bubble Danny asks âWhat eyes?â In the bottom left corner Wes replies âPlease stop gaslighting me.â /.End ID]
#Danny Phantom#Danny Fenton#Wes Weston#DP#image id#Scopophobia#tw eyes#transparent#transparency trick#stove on fire#43393#long post#extended image ID long enough to post on Ao3
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The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.
The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.
We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.
I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant Iâd done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.
Not because I wasnât good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.
If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows heâd ask why I hadnât managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and heâd never bothered to learn a different way to coach.
It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldnât get my sales numbers up Iâd be let go.
His actual phrasing was, âWhen you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?â
Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.
He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.
I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasnât succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.
My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, âJust leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.â Belated and begrudging I added, âPlease.â
He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but Iâd gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully heâd meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because Iâd demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.
The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said Iâd taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when Iâd stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.
My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If youâre ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.
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you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock whoâs really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you twoâ a little over a month maybe.
you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. itâs a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night andâ you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.
you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something youâve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.
you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cockâ whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.
you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practiceâ or maybe the team lost the game. just all âoh no! đ„ș would a blow job help you feel better? âĄâ youâre so genuine about it too, he thinks itâs sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like heâs taking advantage of you. heâs all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.
you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. âdonât talk to other girls.. iâll kill them.â itâs a breathy little remark and you say it as youâre about to cum. if anything, it gets him offâ turns him on even more.
you were shy but who would have thought youâd turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. youâre his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.
#â â¶ ïœĄË Â° bria writes!#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#choso x female reader#choso x reader#choso x you#jjk choso#jujustu kaisen choso#fem!reader#female reader#choso smut
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missing spencer x stripper reader these days
âSpencer visits the strip club unannounced. fem, 1.1k
Spencer canât be clinical about it forever. Youâre a sex worker. He doesnât care, but he canât ignore it when you look like that.Â
Youâre standing by the bar slouched backward, your abdomen bent forward, an unsexy position if you were to ask a patron, but weirdly endearing from where Spencerâs standing. Your heels are completely clear. He can see your toes, their painted nails, and the bandaid on the back of your foot where you twist. âCan I have another water, please?â you ask.Â
The lingerie is blue. Spencer loves blue. Three pieces, a bra, underwear, and a suspender belt holding stockings the colour of your skin. He knows this is just work, that heâs not being a good friend thinking about how pretty you really look, but itâs not just pretty. His ears start burning the longer he sees it. You shift your weight from one foot to another and your thighs looks soft.Â
You take your new glass of water and press yourself flush to the wall. Then you level your gaze and see Spencer watching you, expression jumping from happy to confused to knowing.Â
âHey, Spencer,â you call, hard to hear over the music pounding and the sound of men jeering at to the left near the big stage. âAre you here to see me, or is it a pleasure trip?âÂ
He clears his throat as discreetly as possible and makes his way to you. The heels make you taller, your legs longer, and the lingerie reveals simple things he doesnât often think about, the shapes of your breasts, the curve of your sides, your hips leading down⊠Oh, god, he thinks, feeling sorrier than sorry.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âI came to ask you that.âÂ
You frown, perturbed. âWhy?âÂ
âYou didnât answer your phone. I just wanted to make sure everyone was still being nice to you.âÂ
Your frown softens but doesnât fade. âItâs broken.â
See, heâd believe you, but you used to wear this Tiffany necklace with a soft bevelled heart around your neck until recently, when you told Spencer you lost it, and showed him your second tell. When youâre in pain, your hands tend to strain from you, pushed out and fingers curling. When you lie, you smile too soon, and your eyes catch on the freckles on his nose.Â
He pulls open his messenger back and sorts through papers for the black and silver mobile. Itâs his emergency phone; should something ever happen to the first, he still wants to be able to contact the outside world. âHere,â he says, offering it to you.Â
Youâre still. âI canât take your phone.âÂ
âItâs a spare. A burner phone? I bought it for emergencies, and this could be one.âÂ
âSpencer, I canâtâŠâÂ
âPlease, will you? Iâll get another one.âÂ
You need a phone. Maybe ten years ago you could get by without one, but you need a phone to arrange bills, talk to your landlord, your boss, your doctor, whatever. Being without one in an emergency could mean bad things.Â
You take it, biting the inside of your cheek.Â
âItâs not very fast,â he says. âThereâs a prepaid sim in there for now, but I can get you a real one.âÂ
âI can do that. Thank you, Spencer. Iâll pay you back.âÂ
âI donât want you to pay me back,â he says with a real smile.Â
âI could pay you back⊠with a dance?â You lean across to tap his elbow. âI saw you looking at me, Spencer Reid. We can go somewhere private.âÂ
Suddenly, itâs like the air in the room is being sucked out, leaving him, and you, and your beautiful bare skin alone in a tight space.Â
He raises the arm youâve tapped to tap you back. âYouâre beautiful,â he says, sure you can see the blood in his cheeks, âbut I donât need anything from you. I want you to have the phone because I know you walk home by yourself most nights, itâs not so you owe me. You donât owe me anything.âÂ
He shouldnât have added that last part. Heâs worried youâll be angry with him for saying something that might embarrass you, but you give him a softer smile. Real, and nothing like the playful fire youâd held when you were offering a dance. âYou sure?â you ask quietly.Â
âI thought we were friends?âÂ
âI think so too.âÂ
âCan I ask you something unrelated?âÂ
You squint with mock suspicion. âThat depends.âÂ
âAre you cold?âÂ
You laugh, grabbing his arm as you do to steady yourself on your precarious footwear. âIâm surprised I havenât got hypothermia,â you say, face tipping gently to your shoulder. âBut I donât think Iâd make any money in a hoodie.âÂ
Spencer doesnât see how that could be true. You're one of the prettiest girls heâs ever seen, if not the prettiest, and even if you were in a hoodie that would still leave your legs to make money. Heâs sure they could. Heâs also sure that he shouldnât say that aloud, instead digging through his bag for the real thing heâd brought you. âHere,â he says, handing you a chocolate chip and strawberry protein bar, âfor your rumbling stomach.âÂ
Those few nights youâd stayed with him, youâd been a little shy and more afraid, probably worried heâd hurt you while you were vulnerable, though he had no intention, but youâd start to let pieces of you through the cracks. You like dancing but not men. You like fresh fruit, the smell of a new car, and buying new clothes. Stripping isnât, like, easy, youâd said once, sitting cross-legged on his couch with a bowl of soup and that awful shiner, It probably looks easy. People think that the hardest part is being pretty, but itâs not.Â
Whatâs the hardest part? heâd asked, sympathetic and curious simultaneously. The hardest part statistically would be the high rates of femicide and assault.Â
It makes you so hungry. Itâs like constantly working out every night.
âThatâs for me?â you ask.Â
âSo you can survive your workout.âÂ
âSpencer, I think youâre the most romantic guy Iâve ever met.âÂ
He presses the protein bar in the same hand as the phone, ducking his head just a bit, just to see you clearly. âThatâs awful. Iâm so sorry.âÂ
You seem to think this is the funniest thing he couldâve said, pressing your face briefly, heart-achingly to his shoulder, before pulling away to beam at him. âDonât be sorry. Youâre the best guy ever. And I had this investment banker come in a few days ago who gave me a hundred dollars to listen to him talk about his new kitten.âÂ
âIâm surprised I beat that.âÂ
You spread a hand over his heart. âI wouldnât worry about competition, Dr. Reid.âÂ
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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window pains | jason todd
Summary: He's got a habit of coming in through the window. You want him to start staying... and using the door.Â
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!readerÂ
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings/tags: injured Jason Todd (he's okay dw), angst, pining, mentions of Jason's death.
A/N: sooo.... i guess i'm a dc girlie now. just a reminder that every character i write will always be 18+!!! this is probably canon divergent but we make our own canon.
If you like this fic and want to see more, please let me know through reblogs âĄ
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"Can't you enter my apartment like a normal person?"
"You know who you're talking to, right?"
"You're getting blood on my carpet, Todd."
It doesn't really matter. He'll come back and scrub it out as soon as his ribs are whole. And fuck if he's not good at getting blood out of surfaces. Jason Todd ought to start a housekeeping column.Â
You catch his limp as he climbs over the windowsill. It almost topples him, but he gets to the couch before it does. He doesn't make a sound.Â
That had freaked you out the first few times he'd stumbled through your window. Once, he came with part of a windshield wiper impaled in his shoulder. He'd lain on your couch so still and so quiet, you'd thought Red Hood had croaked in your apartment. Which would not have been a good look for you. Or maybe it would. Depends on who you ask.Â
Sometimes you want to tell him to make sounds. To hiss and grunt and complain. To grab your wrist so you'll slow down as you pull thread through flesh.Â
But it's not your place to request such a thing. You don't know where you reside in Jason Todd's life, but it's not somewhere where you can request to hear him hurt.Â
Outwardly, his injuries aren't bad-looking. He takes off his helmet and tosses it somewhere under the coffee table. You offer a hand to help him lie down on the couchâhe doesn't take it.Â
"Jesus Christ, Jay." You suck in a sharp breath and peel back his bloody suit. "What'd you do?"
"Took a midnight stroll in the Botanical Gardens. Why, what'd you do?"
You frown, eyebrows pinching in the center of your forehead. Jason's stomach is mottled with purple and red bruises. There's a sticky gash right above his hip. A knife. Or a sword, maybe. Apparently, swords are commonplace in Gotham.Â
"How'd they get you?" you ask.Â
It's a rule-break. Jason's number one policy: don't ask questions.
You always do. Even when it was new, this⊠thing between you two, you'd ask. Who were they? Why did they hurt you? Did you hurt them back?
The last one, you always know the answer to.Â
"There were, like, ten of them," he says. "Cut me some slack, will ya?"Â
He has a cut across his lips. A ringed finger that caught on his skin, you guess. You wonder if he'd wince if you kissed him. If he'd wince at the pain or the kiss itself. If you'd know the difference.Â
Rage suddenly cuts through you. It makes your hands careless, cruel; you pull the bandage around his waist too tight. Jason coils up slightly.Â
"Jesusâever heard of bedside manner?" he asks, looking at you through his lashes.Â
"Ever heard of not breaking into someone's apartment and making them patch you up?"
"I don't make you," Jason says easily. "You wouldn't do it if you didn't want to."
That only increases your rage. Because he's right. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be. You'd have kicked him out four first aid kits ago if you minded.Â
You yank down his shirt and pack up the kit. Jason shifts on the couch. A sliver of skin above his waistband is still exposed. You have to turn your head to force your gaze away.Â
"No bandaids?" he asks. "All my cuts'll be exposed to the elements."
"You can put them on yourself."Â
His cheek could use one. And his eyebrow. You're not in the mood.Â
Jason doesn't say anything in response to that. You get up to put the kit back under the sink.Â
"Can I crash here?"Â
"Do what you want," you say, suddenly exhausted. Like it's you who just went six rounds with Gotham's scumbags.
You peek over the kitchen counter when you hear rustling and the couch springs squeak. Jason leans heavily on the arm of the couch, reaching for the window. You walk over and stand in front of him.Â
"What're you doing?" you ask.Â
"You want me to go," he says flatly. "So I'm going."
"I didn't say that, I saidâ"
"I can read between the lines."Â
"If you could read between the lines as well as you think you can, we wouldn't be in this situation," you say.Â
"What situation?"
You turn your head. "Nothing."
Jason steps towards the window. You block him again.Â
"What is the matter with you?" you ask. "You're injured. Lie down."
"I'm not your responsibility," he says, glaring. "I'm leaving."
"No, you're not. And since you're allergic to using the door, you don't have a choice."
Jason's eyebrow rises. "Are you saying you'd physically prevent me from leaving?"
You lift your chin. "If that's what it takes."
"Hm. Can't tell if your confidence is stupid or brave."
"Lie the fuck down, Todd."
His lip curls. "I don't stay where I'm not welcome."
Sometimes you forget how young he is. Not that you're not also young, but, well⊠you don't feel your youth as acutely as other people your age might. It's something you two have in common.Â
Here, in the gritty glow of Gotham, you are reminded that Jason Todd died once. Before he finished school. Before he fell in love.Â
Your stomach churns every time you see that Y-shaped scar on his torso, strapped over him like a chain.Â
"I didn't say that you're not welcome," you say.Â
"Yeah, well, you didn't have to."
He sags against the couch and it occurs to you that he's as exhausted as you feel.Â
"Can you justâ" You touch his bicep. He winces even though there's no injury there. "Can you just lie down?"Â
You stare at each other for another minute. Slowly, Jason lays down. His eyes are alert instead of heavy with sleep. Instantly, you feel guilty for making him think he has to be cautious around you. His hand curls protectively over his stomach.Â
"Do you want a blanket?" you ask.Â
He squints. "It's August."
"I know, I⊠I thought maybe the blood loss made you cold."Â
"'M fine. Perks of being risen from the dead."Â
You watch him get settled for a minute. He shifts his weight to his uninjured side and meets your gaze. His eyes are gray in the weak light.Â
"You're tired of me," he says.Â
Your head snaps up. "No, I'm not."Â Â
"You are."
"I'm not tired of you, Jay."
You see it. The fear. He thinks this is the last time you'll let him in. He doesn't know you can't lock him out. You won't.Â
You get up and go to get the kit from the sink again. Jason follows your movement the whole time. His face scrunches in confusion when you sit in front of the couch and unzip the kit.Â
You pull out the tiny red bandaids. You'd bought them as a joke, initially. It had made Jason laugh and that had been reason enough to keep buying them. And then he let you actually put them on.
You peel the adhesive off of one and gently stick it on his cheek. He blinks at you, thick, dark lashes kissing the corners of his eyes.Â
"I'm not tired of you," you say softly.Â
"I'd be tired of me."Â
"You keep this city safe. How could I be tired of Gotham's defender?"
Jason scowls and turns his head into the cushion before you can put the second bandaid. Â
"I'm not its defender. The others protect this city a hundred times better. Nightwing does it with a smile on his face."
"I like that you go out there even when it's hard, Jay," you say.Â
He doesn't respond. You lean in, so close that you can count the freckles on his neck.Â
"Can I finish putting the bandaids on?" you ask.Â
"I don't need 'em."
"You do. You need another on your forehead."
"It'll heal fine without it."
Your shoulders bunch like a cat on defense. You grab his cheek (gently, always gently) and his head whips to yours in surprise.Â
"Jason Todd, I am not tired of you. I'm tired of the fact that you only come by when you need fixing."
He scowls. "I never asked you to fix me. If you want me to leave, I'll leave."
"I don't want you to leave, I want you to stay!" you burst.Â
Jason scoffs. "No, you donât. I'll overstay my welcome real fast."
"Maybe I care about you on purpose!" you say, voice rising. "Maybe I didn't stumble through a window; maybe I walked through the door and bought the bandaids and learned how to stitch wounds because I wanted to."
He suddenly looks overcome by grief. The agony in his face startles you.Â
"I don't know how to use the door anymore," he says quietly. "All I do is stumble through windows."
Your hand slips off of his cheek. Jason closes his eyes; they fly open when you stick the second bandaid above his eyebrow.Â
"You can come in any way you want to," you say, face an inch away from his. "As long as you come back to me."
His gaze darts to your mouth. You don't kiss him hard. He breaks anyway.
You avoid the right side of his mouth entirely, not wanting to pull at his cut. Jason shudders into your mouth. You cup his pulse through his neck and it quickens.
His eyes are wet when you pull away. His chest heaves like he's been swinging through the city.Â
"I wanna try to use the door," he says.Â
You touch the bandaid on his cheek, humming.Â
"Then I'll leave it unlocked."Â
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Feel free to reject this request since itâs kinda heavy, but maybe Hugh kissing the readerâs sh scars but itâs like friends to lovers? Preferably f reader but gen is fine too
YOUâRE BEAUTIFUL âË°
in which logan draws stars around your scars
warnings: HEAVY MENTIONS OF SHâ ïžâ ïž DO NOT READ IF THIS IS A TOPIC YOU CANNOT HANDLE, angst, blood
i actually love this request as someone who struggles w sh themselves so pls donât be afraid to ask smt like this!
i also switched it to logan instead of hugh bc i feel like he just fits the part better and this isnât friends to lovers itâs just loversđ sorry
âyou drew stars around my scars. but now im bleeding.â
you couldnât help it, the burning sensation of the blood dripping down over your old scars was a feeling you couldnât resist.
for 2 years now youâve told yourself that youâd stop, thay youâd get better. especially since logan came around and made you want to get better. but you couldnât, no matter how hard you tried.
more sooner than later did the tears of guilt and regret begin pooling your eyes, the hot liquid dripping down your face as you held the cold towel to your wrist harder.
you knew logan would be up here any minute; his class was coming to an end soon. the last thing you needed was him walking in on you cutting yourself after you told him youâd stop.
you took a deep breath, drying your wrist and slapping a few bandaids on it before looking at yourself in the mirror; you were a mess. your face was flushed, covered in streaks of dried tears as the new ones kept coming. your hair was a ruffled mess, you were drowning in your hoodie and fuck did your wrist burn.
ây/n/n?â you heard from afar, shit. surely logan was in your bedroom, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.
you sighed, praying that your voice would be strong. âiâm in here, just a minute!â you called out, cursing yourself for your voice cracking at the last second.
immediately loganâs concern grew higher, slowly approaching the door and leaning his head against it. your nervous sobs were hard to miss, especially from right against the door.
ây/n,â logan called firmly, âopen the door fâme please.â
your eyes widened, noticing how loganâs voice grew louder. it didnât take you long to pick up on how close logan was to you.
âi canât,â your voice cracked, you looked down at your hands that shook rapidly, afraid of what was to come.
loganâs brows furrowed, heâd had enough. you heard one of his claws retract as he picked the lock.
quickly, you took out your box, shoving your blade into it and throwing it god knows where into the drawer just before logan barged in.
âare you okay in here?â he asked, glancing down at your exposed wrist, covered in bandaids.
you followed his eyes, yours widening when you noticed you forgot to roll down your sleeve.
logan felt like he could physically feel the pit growing in his stomach, realizing what you had done. logan had never understood why you chose to hurt yourself like this. but he did understand what it was like to endure so much pressure and emotion that you donât know how to contain it. and so he never screamed, or yelled, or frankly even asked âwhy?,â because not everyone has a âwhy.â
your tears were flowing once more as you moved closer to logan, âiâm sorry,â you sobbed, burying yourself in his arms.
he immediately welcomed you, wrapping his strong
arms around your shoulders, rocking you back and forth in hopes to calm you down.
he looks down at you, his own eyes glossed over slightly, he hates seeing you like this, especially when he knows he canât do anything about it.
soon logan loosens his grip, reaching gently for your left wrist and bringing it up to his lips, planting a soft and gentle kiss on one of your old scars.
âmy baby,â he mutters, kissing another one while ensuring he leaves your fresh one alone, âmy sweet baby.â
you can do nothing but sob harder. youâd expected numerous reactions out of logan but this definitely wasnât one of them.
âi love you,â kiss. âiâll always love you, doll.â kiss. âyâknow that? iâll never stop loving you.â kiss.
your eyes dart down as you feel a drop of water on your wrist as logan continues kissing up and down your arm.
he was crying.
his confidence wavers, âyouâre beautiful,â kiss. âso, so beautiful,â his voice begins to crack as he leans a head down on your shoulder.
logan takes a deep breath before dropping your wrists and instead taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. âyouâre always gonna be beautiful tâme, alright? the most beautiful girl iâve ever seen.â
it was the first time youâd ever seen logan cry this hard, the hot tears pouring down his face at an unbelievable pace. youâd be a monster to say this didnât make you tear up in the slightest.
you place your hands on his wrists, his hands still holding onto your face. slowly he leans in, closing the space between you two. kissing you in such a gentle, loving way that it makes your legs feel weak.
âi love you, logan.â
âyouâre beautiful, peach.â
this is so sadâčïž
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teeny tidbits: jungkook gets hurt during practice and the only thing y/n has in her backpack are miffy bandaidsÂ
âșÂ pairing;Â quarterback!jungkook x librarian!y/n
âșÂ genre;Â university!au!!! sfw!! soft soft fluff!! jungkook and y/n are so fond of each other wowowow it actually makes me physically nauseous please get a ROOM
âșÂ wordcount; 1k
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âow!â jungkook hisses, wincing as you dab against the scrape on his arm with a cotton ball thatâs been drenched in a generous amount of warm water, âowâŠâ
âsorry, i knowâŠâ you mutter, trying your best to be as gentle as possible as you reduce your pressure (you were already going feather light but jungkook has always been a big baby with cuts and scrapes) and toss the soiled cotton ball aside before reaching for another one in the big plastic bag, âi canât believe you guys donât have a proper first-aid kit.âÂ
âitâs taehyungâs fault, coach asked him to restock it and apparently he completely forgot.â jungkook snorts, glancing down at the rusty tin box sitting on the counter next to him - you managed to find it after about fifteen minutes of searching the changing rooms but you were more than disappointed when you opened the rusty old box to find practically nothing but dustÂ
but if this were a real emergency, jungkook would be bleeding out on the ground and all youâd have to try to save your boyfriend is a single q-tip and one dried out packet of rubbing alcohol
luckily, you always carry a mini first aid kit with you in your backpack - last winter you slipped on a rogue patch of ice and ended up falling to the ground, your poor books sliding across the sidewalk and your palms all scraped up and bloody, so ever since then, youâve been carrying your little pouch with you in case of emergenciesÂ
gauze, bandaids, cotton balls, surgical tape, and some hard candies - you have it all!!Â
âexplain to me again what the hell you guys were trying to do out there?â
âtaehyung said that when one sense goes dark, the other ones become way stronger and we wanted to test that theory out-âÂ
âso you did this on purpose-â you pause, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion, âyou blindfolded yourself and ran around the football field on purpose.âÂ
âi thought i had better instincts than this!â jungkook gestures to himself, his kneecaps all scraped up along with a few scratches on his arms, âand my head hurtsâŠâÂ
watching jungkook run into the goal post full force wouldâve been comical if it werenât for the fact that that was literally what happened - he ran full force into a damn goal post and thank god he was wearing a helmet otherwise he probably wouldâve knocked himself clean out
âi donât wanna study anymore.â jennie huffs, leaning back against the benches behind you guys as she props her elbows up on them, âcanât we do something else to pass the time while theyâre practicing?âÂ
âi donât wanna study anymore either, but weirdly enough this is the only time i can really concentrate.â you shrug, keeping your eyes on your laptop as your fingers continue to dance across your keyboard, âis this the only google presentation the professor shared with us this week? i swear thereâs another one-âÂ
âall you care about are google presentations and taking notes-â
âitâs coming up to finals season, of course all i care about are google presentations and taking notes-âÂ
KONK!
âoh, shit-!â you look up when you hear taehyungâs loud laugh travel over to where youâre sitting, your eyes squinting slightly when you notice that jungkook on the ground, âwait, that was kinda sick, actually, we should do that again-âïżœïżœ
âaw, gross!â jungkook gets up from the ground and shakes himself off and thatâs when you notice crimson smeared across his legs as he hobbles towards your general direction, taehyung trailing behind him, âyuck, thereâs dirt and shit in my cuts-â
âoh my god, jungkook!â you slap your laptop shut and set it aside, grabbing your backpack and practically sprinting down the steps, âare you okay?! what the hell happened?!âÂ
and thatâs how you ended up here - patching up your idiot boyfriend with nothing but miffy bandaids because thatâs all the store was selling (it was miffy or hello kitty, and youâve always loved miffy) - and youâve practically used up the entire pack at this pointÂ
âi just think that you have to think about whether or not an idea sounds stupid before deciding to do it.â you huff, tossing another soiled cotton ball into the bin before peeling open the thin wrapper for the bandaid
âwell, how am i supposed to know if an idea is stupid or not?â
âyou didnât think blindfolding yourself and running around a football field was stupid?â
âno, i thought it was an innovative training technique thatâs been undiscovered by coaches in the world of football!â jungkook perks up, sticking a finger up into the air before shutting his eyes so that you can tend to the little scratch above his eyebrowÂ
you settle in between his legs from where heâs sitting up on the counter and he instinctively reaches down to place both his hands a little above your waist before giving you a squeeze, âthank you, by the way.â he says softly, and you canât help help but smile before leaning forward to press a little kiss to the corner of his mouthÂ
âyouâre welcome. iâm gonna need a new box of miffy bandaids because you literally used up the entire thing.â you canât help but frown as you place the last one on his brow bone, âon the bright side, you look really cute with miffy bandaids, so i donât regret giving them all to you. but you seriously have to stop trying to kill yourself during practice.âÂ
âiâm more of a hello kitty guy, to be so real.â jungkook opens his eyes, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before pulling away, âand you worry too much about me.â
âyou worry too little!âÂ
đïž ask y/n what kind of candy is in her first-aid pouch (talk to my characters!)Â
đ why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai, they miss you!)Â
đ« or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)
đ or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!)Â
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FEELING FRISKY â m.jh
you had always found your best friend attractive, who wouldn't? but perhaps, him being so close to you when you were ovulating... wasn't the best idea. after all, a harmless crush can lead to being dangerously close to toeing the line of friendship.
GENREâ porn with little plot, friends to ???
WARNINGSâ unprotected sex (don't!), reader is extremely horny, reader is so down bad for jaehyun it's almost embarrassing, reader isn't as subtle as she thinks, jaehyun is a cocky little shit, fingering, mirror sex (?), pussy slapping, cum eating, missionary, bondage, let me know if i missed any!
WORDCOUNTâ 3.6k
NOTEâ this was written when the pictures of jaehyun sucking on a lollipop with a bandaid on his cheek dropped. yes, this is extremely self indulgent. also, this was originally going to be named "feeling đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ" but I changed my mind cuz... yea, i think it's self explanatory.
P.Sâ this had been rotting in my drafts for so fucking long, it's embarassing.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A SOFT GROAN FELL FROM JAEHYUNâS LIPS, as you continued to read your book, despite him being literally two feet away from you â that too on the same bed. What could that stupid book possibly contain, that you were completely ignoring his presence?
He groaned again. âCan you please put that damn book aside and pay attention to me instead? We were supposed to hang out, not be busy reading stupid booksââ
You rolled your eyes. âWe werenât âsupposedâ to do anything. You came to my apartment of your own accord, went straight to my bedroom, and plopped down on my bed, expecting me to entertain you â itâs not my fault that you canât find the entertainment you wanted from me.â
Yes, maybe you were being a little harsh. But then again, he deserved it. You were ovulating â really bad at that â and were peacefully watching certain⊠videos on twitter, when he suddenly rang the bell to your apartment. Of course you were gonna be mad at him. Guaranteed, he had no idea. But that canât stop you from being petty, can it? Not to mention that the book you were reading was one of the best smut books ever, so you had at least had something to distract yourself from the current dilemma with â but he was hellbent on trying to get you to ditch that as well, just to make you pay attention to him.
Distract yourself from what, exactly? Why, itâs your best friend, of course.
You had always found him attractive, who wouldnât? But now that you were ovulating⊠the images in your head starring him were⊠unholy in the least.
You needed the distraction. Everyone knows that a girl ovulating, while being in the presence of a guy who she is even slightly attracted to, can be very, very dangerous. Especially if said guy is a good friend. Toeing the line of friendship is never a good idea, especially with Jaehyun. You weren't willing to lose him forever, just to satisfy your temporary needs⊠even if he was making it really difficult for you to not pounce on him.
You never thought a band aid on someone's cheek could be that attractive, combined with his all black outfit and the lollipop in his mouth. The way he kept swirling his tongue over the candy? God, you were definitely going to hell from the thoughts you were having about him.
A scoff from your best friend snapped you out of your daydreams. âOkay, maybe I came uninvited. But isn't it common courtesy for you to not blatantly ignore someone right in front of you? Or is that book of yours so engaging that you forgot basic etiquettes?â
Oh, how you wished to yell at him and say that yes, the book really was that engaging. How you wished to recreate the absolutely mouth-watering smut scenes in the book with himâ
Okay, you really needed to get a grip over yourself.
You cleared your throat. âFine, I'll keep the book down, but I don't know how to entertain you.â True to your word, you kept the book down, the uncomfortable heat that had been long since pooling into your lower stomach, not fading in the slightest. In fact, the more you looked at him, the more the heat intensified.
He rolled his eyes, speaking in an irritated voice. âItâs not like you aren't enjoying yourself right now, is it?â
You couldn't understand if it was because you were ovulating, or if he was doing it purposely â but something about the tone of his voice was so fucking hot â you could feel even more heat starting to pool into your lower stomach, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. You spoke in a slightly shaky voice. âW-What is that supposed to mean?ââ
Jaehyun took the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud âpopâ, before speaking with an accusatory tone. âDonât play dumb with me. You know exactly what Iâm talking about.â
âŠThere was absolutely no way you were growing wetter at his tone. Since when did he sound so⊠hot while accusing you? And why were you enjoying it?
You didnât even know what he was accusing you of. All you could concentrate on was his slight smirk and the cocky gleam in his eye. You couldnât tell why he was looking at you the way he was, but you knew he was up to no good.
But even when you predicted that, his next few words still managed to make your blood run cold. âStop pretending like I can't see you rubbing your cute thighs together. I'm not blind, you know.â
Your jaw dropped, staring at him with eyes that were wide open in horror. He noticed?! God, so now he thinks you're a pervert â which, given your behavior, wouldn't be wrong â but stillâ
You didn't know how you still had the audacity to play dumb, but you did. âI-I don't know what you're talking aboutââ
You were cut off with a loud scoff from him. He gave you an incredulous look, speaking in a condescending tone, paired with sheer disbelief, letting you know that he didn't buy your bullshit. âYou don't know what I'm talking about?â
You gulped, your thighs unintentionally pressing together even harder to prevent a fresh wave of slick from trickling down your hole. âN-no?ââ
He let out a disappointed sigh, which seemed to be more of a mocking gesture than a genuine reaction of disappointment. âSo you aren't going to admit it on your own. That's okay, I can always make you admit it.â
Without a warning, he wrapped a hand around your ankle, yanking you towards him. You screamed out loud from utter shock. Before you could say anything, he pulled you up, wrapping a hand around your waist so that you were pressed flush to his chest. He spread his legs, settling you in between them, before turning you, pressing your back to his chest. Jaehyun grabbed your chin, pulling it up, so that your eyes stared right into your own in the mirror on the far end of your room.
Your eyes trailed to his own in the mirror, shocked to see his expression. His eyes had darkened, slightly hooded eyes staring straight into your soul. You had never seen your best friend like that, but today⊠safe to say your thighs clenched again, your panties surely drenched by now.
You gulped, noticing a slight smirk on his face. He brought his lips closer to your ear, whispering softly. âTell me princess, are you still not going to admit it?â
His tone sent chills down on your spine. You wanted to admit it so bad, wanted to let him know exactly how you needed him to rail you within an inch of your life â but then again, you wanted to find out what he would do if you didnât give into his demands. What you guys were doing had already crossed all lines of friendship, it didnât matter now if you guys went all the way anyways.
So you proceeded to lie. Again. âI- I seriously donât know what youâre talking a-aboutââ
He let out a disappointed sigh, â which sounded really condescending instead â before speaking again. âSo you really have no idea, hm? Youâre telling me you arenât wet right now? Hm?â
Your breath hitched. Fuck, this was really happening. âI- Iâm notââ
You were cut off with a loud gasp, when he suddenly pressed two fingers right over your clothed cunt, the nearly drenched fabric soaking up more of your wetness. You couldnât help yourself, letting out a choked moan, when he pressed them in even harder, effectively pushing the fabric deeper inside your puffy lips, even more slick dripping down out of you.
Your best friend â could you even call him that anymore? â bit down on the lobe of your ear, before speaking again. âNasty little slut, arenât you? Soaking up your panties right in front of me, and yet you have the gall to lie to my face? Acting all innocent too⊠was this what you actually wanted? For me to force an answer out of you? Fuck, look at the way youâre clenching around my fingers, and they arenât even inside you yet â weâre gonna have so much fun together princessâŠâ
His last few words turned you on even more, â if that was even possible â falling out of his lips like a dark promise, a promise that he intended to keep. You still needed to answer him, so you did â only this time, all hesitation, all the âacting dumbâ was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated, lust. âIâm s-sorry please â please, fuck me Jaeââ
You couldnât even complete your sentence, before he pulled his hand off your pants, opting to push the waistband of your shorts down instead. You didnât even realize that you were lifting up your hips for him to shove them down your legs, your underwear following suit â only, instead of throwing it far away randomly in the room, he brought them to his nose, screwing his eyes shut and taking a deep inhale.
His action caused your jaw to hang open in pure shock, eyes as wide as saucers â you were so unbelievably horny, all you wanted was to push him down to lie down on your bed, and ride him till the two of you were spent beyond salvation â but you knew he wouldnât let you do that. He always liked to be assertive, which you were fine with â although right now you were growing impatient. You needed him, did he not understand that? You needed him so fucking bad, you would let him take you raw, breed the fuck out of you, fuck a baby into youâ
At this point you didnât even know if these were your own thoughts, or your ovulation fucking with your head. Either way, you were filled with the thought of him, your mind chanting âJaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyunâ like a mantra, imprinting his name into the walls of your brain â which was funny, because he hadnât even done anything to you yet â properly, that is.
Speaking of, you just noticed him stuffing your soaked panties into his pocket, his hand coming to grip your chin again. He raised it to make you look into the mirror. You made eye contact with him in it, gulping at the look in his eyes. It was purely predatory, lust swimming in his irises like an insatiable hunger.
If you had any doubts about him not wanting you as much as you wanted him, your doubts were certainly all cleared now.
His hand left your chin, coming down to your impossibly wet cunt instead. He slid a finger over your slit, rubbing it up and down, collecting your abundant amount of slick on it. He watched in the mirror, completely fucking mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little pussy fluttering around his finger. He decided to use another finger, using both of his digits to part your folds, watching even more slick dripping out of your needy cunt. It was truly a sight, causing his bulge to strain against your back, a loud moan escaping you at the feeling. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your eyes screwed shut from the feeling of him playing with you so lewdly â it was like a scene straight out of your dirtiest fantasies, one that you never imagined would actually happen in reality â but fuck, you were definitely not complaining.
You suddenly gasped out loud, your head jerking up, staring directly into his eyes in the mirror. Your eyes were wide open in shock, from the impact of his slap on your impossibly wet pussy. Your breathing had fastened, staring at him in pure shock. He scoffed at your expression, glaring at you through the mirror. âWhat? Surprised? If you want me to continue, you better not remove your gaze â youâre going to watch as I make you fall apart on my fingers. If you avoid eye contact even once, Iâm going to edge you the entire day â yes, the entire day. Iâm not kidding in the slightest, princess, so you better keep those pretty eyes of yours peeled open if you want to cum at all.â
You swallowed thickly. This, this was what you needed. He was what you needed, he was all you needed. His tone, his words, everything was so fucking hot â you craved everything he could offer, and more.
But, in order to get a little bit of literally anything he had to offer, you needed to obey him. So you decided to comply, not removing your gaze even once from the mirror.
He plunged his fingers inside you without a warning, fucking them into you at a rough pace, drawing out loud squelching noises from your pussy. You let out the loudest moans and whimpers known to mankind at his rough pace, whining slightly, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. You arched your back to the best of your ability, letting out a loud whimper, when the calloused pads of his fingers rubbed oh-so-deliciously against your walls. Your breath hitched as he rubbed that spot on your walls, his other hand holding you down tightly to stop you from squirming. He had noticed immediately, making sure to hit that same spot over and over again, using his thumb to rub on your clit simultaneously. You let out a choked gasp, the band in your stomach tightening at alarming rate; a telltale sign of you being brought to your fastest â almost embarrassingly fast â orgasm yet.
Jaehyun watched your expressions with his lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes hooded, as you fell apart on his fingers. The little shudders and loud whines were music to his ears.
God, you knew exactly how to drive him crazy.
He kept on thrusting his fingers shallowly, until you were squirming from the overstimulation. He then withdrew his fingers from your soaking cunt, giving your clit a last pinch, eliciting a whimper from you. He brought his fingers to his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror, as he licked them clean, a soft groan leaving him as your taste hit him.
He licked off every last drop from his fingers, before harshly grabbing your chin. He turned your face halfway towards him, smashing his lips on yours, for the very first time â which was a little funny to think about, given that he had already made you cum on his fingers; that too at such an embarrassingly fast pace.
The kiss was sloppy and messy, spit mixing and dribbling down your chins, tongues clashing with each other. But neither of you seemed to care, too engrossed in trying to memorize the feel of each other's mouth.
He gripped your waist without breaking the kiss, pulling you backwards, before shoving you down on the bed. You fell on your back with a light âoofââ, your head hitting the pillow. You barely had any time to gather yourself, before Jaehyun was crashing his lips into yours again.
He kissed you at a feverish pace, one that you could barely keep up with. His hands roamed about your body frantically, desperately trying to memorize every inch of you. He started to fiddle with your clothes, trying to take them off you, almost tearing them off in the process.
You barely processed it when your shirt went flying in some corner of the room, your bra following suit. Your nipples harden almost instantly as they come in contact with the cold air, causing him to immediately pinch them, drawing out a loud whine from you. He sucked on one of them harshly, using his hand to pinch and twirl the other nipple. He alternated between both, biting and sucking on the skin around your nipples too, until your entire chest was covered in red hickeys and bite marks.
You were starting to find it a little unfair because of how you were the only one unclothed between the two of you, causing you to take the matter into your own hands. You tugged at his shirt impatiently, causing him to give in and take it off. He tried to immediately kiss you again, but your hands that were tugging at his pants stopped him. He stared at you with a slightly impatient glare, before taking his belt out of the loop.
Instead of taking his pants off like you hoped he would, he grabbed both of your hands, before tying them with the belt, attaching them to the headboard. You gasped loudly, trying to free your hands, in vain. He laughed at your state. âPatience is key, darling. Didn't you know that?â
He pressed another harsh kiss to your lips, swallowing your whines, as he slowly grinded on you. You could feel the outline of his rock hard dick through his boxers, pressing insistently against your clit. You let out sharp gasps and moans at the sensation, but it was quickly ripped away from you.
You were positively drooling when he shoved his boxers down, his cock standing proud and tall. It slapped against his stomach, leaving a trail of precum on it. He grabbed your thighs, shoving them apart, before aligning himself with your eagerly awaiting cunt.
He rubbed his angry red and leaking tip on your clit, before gliding it up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. You arched your back, your eyes rolling into your head, a loud moan practically ripping out of your lips. You looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him to hurry up.
He smirked down at you, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip, before finally pushing himself inside. You let out an even louder moan, feeling his bulbous tip stretch you out, before he thrust himself fully inside â earning a choked gasp from you. He groaned, barely giving you time to adjust, before pulling himself almost completely out, leaving only the tip in, before thrusting back in.
He set a brutally fast pace, the continuous âfap-fap-fapâ sounds ringing loudly in your ears. The squelching sounds from your pussy were almost equally as loud, as more and more of your wetness trickled down his length. Your bottom lip was pulled in between your teeth, eyes screwed shut. You subtly bucked your hips up, trying to match his pace.
He noticed it quickly enough, grabbing your hips to still you, before stopping as well. He gave you a stern look, before changing his pace. Instead of the brutally fast pace he had set earlier, he switched to a slower pace, focusing on hitting every single spot perfectly.
You clenched around him tightly, a breathy moan of his name leaving your lips. His pace stuttered, before he grabbed both of your legs, folding them to your chest. The new position helped him pound into you even deeper, reaching places you never could on your own. His mushroom tip collided with your cervix every time, making you see stars.
He was deep, so so deep. He felt so fucking good, like you were in cloud nine. By the looks of it, he thought the same.
He let out a deep groan, breathy whispers leaving his lips. âP-Pussy feels s-so â fuck â sâfucking good â fits like a gloveââ He cut himself off with a moan, feeling you clench around him harder. âKeep s-squeezing me like that I'll cum.â
You could barely hear him, your brain completely fogged up. You could barely formulate a single coherent thought, the completely unadulterated pleasure leaving you dizzy. You let out a soft gasp as you felt him sucking on your neck, just above your jugular. It felt good, too good.
You could feel the band in your stomach start to tighten, signalling your impending climax. He could tell it was close too, by the change of pitch in your moans. He focused on hitting your g-spot with every thrust, bringing his hand down to rub circles around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.
The added stimulation was all it took for the band in your stomach to finally snap, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him.Your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm washed over you, coating his dick in a layer of white.
Your orgasm triggered his own, causing his hips to stutter. He tried to pull out, but your pussy was clenching so tightly around him, he simply couldn't. He grabbed your hips, pushing himself even deeper. His eyes rolled back, a groan escaping him, as he came in you.
Spurts of cum erupted from him, shooting deep inside, your pretty cunt clenching around him even harder, milking him for all he was worth. He came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore. He pulled his softening length out of your spent hole.
Your ruined pussy clenched around nothing, globs of cum dripping down your thighs. Jaehyun scooped them up with his fingers, pushing them right back into your sensitive folds. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pushing your hair out of your face. âYou're still with me?â
You nodded tiredly, too spent to speak. You were still in disbelief of the entire situation, but it was as real as real could get. You felt him untie your hands, before scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style, carrying you to what you could only hope was the bathroom â before you passed out in his arms.
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More of my diabetic Steve verse!
Steve, who doesnât realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.
Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:
Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out
Steve obviously says yes.
Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesnât want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.
Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.
They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.
âDoing some homework?â
Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.
âOh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.â
âWhatâs your⊠number, is that the correct term, now?â
Steve nods enthusiastically. âYes! And let me check.â Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. âI just changed my CGMââ At Eddieâs confused look, he says, âMy glucose monitor. Itâs not completely synced yet so I canât rely on my pod to tell me what level Iâm actually at.â
After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.
âYikes. Iâm gonna have to give myself a correction or two.â
Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.
âWhatâs a correction?â
Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.
âI just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. Iâm flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.â
â
The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.
âI made this for you!â Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. âI made you a âdiabetes guide!â Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.â
Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.
Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become âpermanent.â
âHey, are you okay?â Steve waves his hand in front of Eddieâs face. âI understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.â
Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. âWe only met a week ago, Stevie.â
Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. âI know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.â
âYeah?â A pause. âCan I kiss you?â
Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddieâs cheek.
âI thought youâd never ask. I hope you donât mind the taste of hamburger.â
Eddie laughs before lunging forward.
â
As they head back to Steveâs apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.
Steve just laughs and says, âIâve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.â
Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.
#diabetic steve harrington#Steve being crazy and head over heels for Eddie is my favorite trope ever I need more of it#Eddie just doesnât know how to respond he wants to propose right then and there#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#strawb writes#they get hitched a month later#the tabloids never stop talking about how healthy their relationship is
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My whiteboard drawings I did with @clydimos and @arloington :3!! Find their drawings on their blogs (if they post them)
The first character is my oc Peevixos (peeve) and the second is Vex :D (1 out of 6 of his erasâŠ)
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ak!jason craving his back alley surgeon (ftm) so much that it physically hurts not to just fuck him right in the middle of their session ,,
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[ă»:ăauthorâs note ! ă âïž ăă»đ àŁȘË ] i do NOT know how to write endings ;-; but omg anon, i RAN to write this the moment i saw this request! ak!jason todd lives in my head rent free :<
he forgot what normal touch felt like, if it even existed in the desolate gotham city.
and you canât blame him, the last thing he ever felt were the jokerâs ghostly white hands tearing at his skin with any rusty metal he could get his hands on. the burning hot iron engraving a capital J on his cheek.
getting shot on camera in a snuff was somehow the least worst thing that happened to the knight.
naturally, the acidic lake of the lazerous pit only harden his outer shell, rendering him mentally cut off to the concept of affection. hell, he wouldnât even let the nurses within militia grounds even touch him. grumbling that he can take care it himself with a simple twist of a broken limb or a faulty cauterized wound.
or a visit to your back alley clinic.
after a hellish night of shockwaves and stitches, jason properly met you after you saved his life from a particularly lethal mission. unlike the kind nurses though, you were cold and a little vile. spouting exhausted quips about how âbraindeadâ and ârecklessâ he was, and how he was a pain in your ass. ah, a vile little bitch. the arkham knight thought.
yet, he couldnât bring himself to hate you. oh no, despite the sharp tongue, your shockingly soft hands revive a need jason thought he abandoned after his death. he found himself looking forward to the checkups, to your palms resting against his scarred chest and broad shoulders. fingers pressing against his more delicate spots, allowing his mind to wander to the nastiest places.
how delicate was the rest of you?
a question that got him gripping the metal table as you did another checkup on him, making sure he didnât measly tear off any of the wrapping or bandaids.
jasonâs breath hitched once your fingers ghosted over his abs, his chest and his thighs. it didnât help that with every slight move, he grew harder and harder in his pants. you were fucking teasing him, even if it wasnât intentional. his boner was growing more obvious and it was like you were purposely playing dumb, agitating the knight.
âshit..fuck it.â
he uttered, sitting up despite your failed attempts to keep him down.
âmister todd, what are you?!- HEY!â
a harsh push threw you far back, stumbling onto the dirty sofa chair while jason quickly followed. you could barley process what was going on when the sound of a belt buckle made you freeze.
âsorry doc, got a problem i canât fix on my own..â
jason muttered as his pants dropped to his ankles along with his boxers, revealing his âproblemâ. you couldnât think of anything to say, only stare at his ridiculous girth and his swollen tip leaking precum as it ran down to the base.
âmister todd..ââ
âplease. câmon doc..â
he was practically begging, a tone that went straight into your soaked cunt. you had to hold back from straight up palming yourself through your pants. a defeated sigh left your lungs as you leaned forward off the couch and onto your knees. a risky kitty lick snapped the rope of control in jason, a heavy metal hand clasping the back of your head, forcing his dick into your jaw.
he was too big, way too big. your poor mouth was practically stuffed with cock as the knight didnât let you pull back for a moment. ânose, doc..breath through your nose.â jason sighed, slowing pushing further and further until he was nestled into your throat. a static groan leaked through his gritted teeth, a sound that made you flinch with anticipation.
with eyes screwed shut, you couldnât even look at him as he pulls his length back only to shove it right back into the jugular, slowly picking up his already relentless pace. the sloshing noises of your spit and his cum mixing filled your ears until your patientâs groans practically drowned out.
gobs of the nasty mix spilled off his soaked dick and through your swollen lips, along with tears that blurred your vision and salted the taste of the knightâs girth. it was all humiliating in the best way possible, you were fucking getting off to it. made you wonder how long he was imagining this very scenario.
âget up.â he suddenly commands with a booming tone, pulling you off his cock with a handful of your hair. âw-wha..?â
âyou fuckinâ heard me. get up or iâll fuck that cunt of yours.â
barley a promise, knowing how fickle the knight is. yet you still followed his command, standing up as he pushed you down onto the metal operation table with your front facing the ceiling. jason, dick still hard and bobbing around as he walked to where your head hung off the edge.
âgonna make you extra useful doc, if youâre okay with that..â he asked with a ragged breath. you were too fucked out to give a proper answer other then a pathetic âuh huhâŠâ with your tongue stuck out. you couldnât even get another sound out before he stuffs your mouth full once again, this time, with a desperation for an orgasm.
gripping the sides of the metal table, jason thrusts his dick in and out of your throat, a small bulge forming yet visible enough for him to admire.
âatta boy, youâre not bad fâ a doctor..shit..!â
he laughed, listening to your whines and gagging as you rub your thighs together for a source of friction. all this time, you were left neglected as jason used your throat as a free fleshlight. with shaking hands, you reached down through the band of your pants and ran your fingers through your needy little pussy.
âmmm..mister todd..â
you muttered, fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. he was gonna cum.
âmouf..cum in mâmouf..!â you weakly uttered, earning a mocking coo from the knight. âyeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? âcourse doc..â he panted, his pace growing more relentless somehow.
âconsider this returning the favor, fâ being so good to me.â
with a couple more thrusts and some jerkinâ off, a white hot liquid spurted in your mouth and down your throat. heavy and salty was all you can taste as he practically bred your throat full.
jason pulled himself out, watching as gobs of his cum and your spit spill out from your lips and all over your fucked out face. he wished he could take a picture of it just to have something to jerk off to when he canât sleep.
âso..see you next week?â
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A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)
MASTERLIST
Part 1 â Temporary Baby Acquisition
Part 2 â HE POUT ????
Part 3 â The Babygirl Agenda: Origins
Part 4 â Stuck in a Bookstore
Part 5 â Dior Bruce Wayne Supremacy
Part 6 â Please Sleep
Part 7 â GALA UNDER ATTACK
Part 8 â Stuck in an Elevator
Part 9 â Bruce Wayne is scared of bats?!
Part 10 â Lex Comes to Town
Part 11 â HIT THE DECK
Part 12 â Career Day in Gotham
Part 13 â Bruce Wayne is GAY????
Part 14 â The 30th Annual Wayne Business Convention
Part 15 â Monday: Puppies!!
Part 16 â Tuesday: Protecc Him
Part 17 â Wednesday: Crafts
Part 18 â Thursday: KIDNAPPED
Part 19 â Friday: The Seminar
Part 20 â Gotham's True Cryptid
Part 21 â Temporary Baby Acquisition II
Part 22 â Valentine's Day <3
Part 23 â "I'm used to it"
Part 24 â Weird Bruce Wayne Pics
Part 25 â Permanent Baby Acquisition
Part 26 â Richard "Dick" Grayson
Part 27 â Who's Batman?
Part 28 â A Baby!!!!
Part 29 â Magical Girl Bruce
Part 30 â A Kid on the Roof
Part 31 â Grounded
Part 32 â Bruce Wayne doesn't blink?!
Part 33 â Gotham Bingo Cards
Part 34 â A Secret Third Thing
Part 35 â Q&A with Bruce Wayne
Part 36 â Bat-Themed Bandaids
Part 37 â Bruce Wayne is MOTHER
Part 38 â Be Gay Do Crime
Part 39 â PLOT TWIST
Part 40 â No Bruce?
Part 41 â Permanent Baby Acquisition II
Part 42 â Bruce Wayne Should Punch Someone
Part 43 â Vigilante Discourse
Part 44 â A Wild Superguy?
Part 45 â LexCorp Goes on Strike
Part 46 â Gift Shop Shenanigans
Part 47 â Be My Valentine
Part 48 â BRUCE WAYNE PUNCHED SOMEONE
Part 49 â #BlockBruce
Part 50 â Bruce v. The Horrors
Part 51 â Monday: Lost in NY
Part 52 â Tuesday: The Tonight Show
Part 53 â Wednesday: amFAR GALA
Part 54 â Thursday: Ice Cream Kidnapping
Part 55 â Friday: SUPERBAT
Part 56 â Saturday: Night Live
Part 57 â Caleb Gets Fired
Outtakes: Part 1 Part 2
Updates Whenever I Feel Like :)
#a wild battinson#battinson#bruce wayne#batman#the batman 2022#the batman#batman 2022#battinson needs a hug#dc universe#gotham#soft bruce wayne#batdad#batfamily#social media au#gotham city#only in gotham#social media#gothamite#babygirl bruce wayne#give battinson a child 2k23#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#jason todd#superman#selina kyle#catwoman#dc joker
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the gang with a soc!reader
authors note: sorry the last one was kind of all over the place. i tend to ramble when i write so ill try to stay more on topic this time. in this preference, you and the characters will already be a couple :3 im also wondering if people are clicking the hashtags then they see my posts?? so if thatâs whatâs happening and you can see my posts when you click the hashtags please tell me because i have no idea if itâs working LMAO
includes: ponyboy, johnny, darry, soda, dally, two-bit and steve
word count: 2.0k
warnings: mild cussing, mentions of fighting/getting jumped
PONYBOY CURTIS
you both are academic BEASTS so youâre somewhat rivals and trying to get to the top of the class
but youâre still together, itâs a healthy relationship
most of the time, youâll actually walk him home from wherever you are since itâs safe for you to walk home on your own, but since heâs a greaser itâs not safe for him
when you met the gang they taught you how to fight in case some greasers or even some socs tried to fight you
by walking him home, youâve actually prevented him from getting beat up
you like to take him out to get food or something he wants when he gets a good grade since he gets happy when theyâre high
sometimes youâll get lower grades than him and you two will study together, or reversed
youâll get him a new book every time he finishes another one, by the end of the year he has a new shelf just filled with books youâve given him
you occasionally read him to sleep when heâs having a hard time, or again reversed
he falls asleep pretty quickly when you do this and he really appreciates it
you always sit together during assemblies and choose to be each others partner in the classes you have together
if you donât decide to do track one year youâll go to his meets, and after you always take him out to eat since youâre proud
if heâs extra tired then heâll ask to go home so you will
you learned how to cook so he can have big nice meals, along with baking chocolate cake when soda and darry arenât there to make it
pony thinks you make it better than darry but will never tell him that
he really loves spending time with you and feels like youâre the first person besides johnny to really understand him
you made him think about socs in a different way too, in a good way
yall are just humans doing what you know best, some in different environments and had different parents with different parenting styles
you like to bring him to the best places in tulsa to watch the sunsets
you also get the best polaroids of the sunsets and the colors are so beautiful
JOHNNY CADE
as soon as he told the gang that he was dating someone they were excited for him, then they found out you were a soc
dally told him to break up with you without even knowing you, johnny told him to give you a chance
when johnny invited you to the curtis house to meet his friends, you brought presents for all of them since you wanted to make a good impression
you had your ways about finding what they like and donât like
they immediately took a liking to you when you gave them presents and a kiss on johnnys cheek
youâd patch him up and give him bandaids to take home after getting beat up by socs or his parents
sometimes youâd give him money and he would use that money to get you something youâve been wanting for a while
heâs always so thankful for everything you do for him and everything you give him
since your parents donât really care about the differences between greasers and socs, they let johnny stay over since they know things are rough at home
sometimes theyâll take you and him out for dinner with them and you think itâs so cute
he was nervous your parents wouldnât like him since most of the socs parents would think heâs gross
heâs always proud of you for naturally getting good grades and seeing the smile on your face when you get your report card
sometimes when heâs upset you two will cuddle in your bed or youâll drive him to a restaurant or fast food place
he always feels bad about spending your money but you tell him not to feel bad about it since you have more
DARRY CURTIS
things got more financially stable when you came into his life
youâd help him pay groceries and the bills if he was struggling, you also helped around the house
sometimes heâll wake up to the smell of bacon, waffles, eggs, etc and suddenly its like he doesnât have to be the responsible one 24/7
having you in his life has improved everything, and his brothers are so thankful to have you there too
youâre like a mother to them and theyâre comfortable enough to open up to you
sometimes youâll ask him out on cute little dates randomly just so he can get a break of hard work
heâll take the day off and get all dressed up since you told him you were taking him to a really fancy restaurant
occasionally youâll get your nails done just for your dates and he always notices
youâll ask him âwhich color is betterâ and heâll say âarenât they the same?â then you have to explain to him that one is darker than the other
he still doesnât see the difference but chooses one anyway since he likes to see you happy
heâs literally so in love with you and how youâll do romantic and domestic things for him
youâre so beautiful and perfect in his eyes, and sometimes heâll stare at you and his brothers will tease him
he really loves being around you and having you by his side
you also helped him become calmer, that pony and soda have their own problems and darry yelling at them probably just makes them scared
he starts to actually communicate with them and youâll give him gifts for completing or succeeding because why not
heâs always like âhon, you didnât have to get me thisâŠâ but you can see heâs happy with whatever you give him
he just loves you so much and his brothers love you too but obviously not romantically
SODAPOP CURTIS
people actually think the both of you are socs, i mean theyâre half right
they think soda is a soc since heâs so handsome and think youâre a soc because of your mannerisms and how youâre very beautiful
youâll always visit him at the DX just to hang out with him
your parents love him and how he treats you so they also let him stay over at your house
sometimes when itâs sodas turn to get groceries from the store, youâll go along with him
he just wants to be around you whenever he can
youâll offer to pay for the groceries plus stuff he doesnât need but instead wants
once he got a pimple and he freaked the fuck out
you bought him some cleanser, moisturizer, sunscreen and pimple patches
you taught him how to use them and when, and in which order to use them in
his pimple went away in a few days
since youâre so smart and get good grades, youâll help pony with his homework sometimes
soda will stare at you helping him from far away, he thinks itâs adorable that you two are bonding
when the two of you are in your room, youâll play frank sinatra and the little dippers while having a home-date with sweets :3
you two have so much fun and he even opens up to you about his problems
you offer to get him a therapist but he says itâs that bad, you tell him to talk to you if he wants to talk about it again
he legit treats you like a princess and you love it
yall are the most attractive couple EVER no one can tell if they wanna be you or be with you
DALLAS WINSTON
when he realized he liked you he knew he had to protect you with his life
he needed a break from loud and annoying girls, then he found you
you could get quiet at times and you werenât constantly screaming and acting like an annoying 12 year old boy
you got him to steal less since you could pay for things on your own
he didnât really listen and still stole money from other people so he could get you things
whenever he got put in prison you could always bail him out due to the money you have
if he had to serve time then youâd give him money so he could spend it and get necessities
youâll also make diy crafts for him on your guys anniversary and his birthday
he brings you to meetups with the gang, and they love you being there with him
you spoil him rotten and he loves it
makes him feel like a princess, weirdly enough
heâll steal money to spoil you too, pays for your nails sometimes
you told him you wanted specific flowers once and he got you flowers sometime the next week, he acted nonchalant about it but he loved the happy look on your face
TWO-BIT MATTHEWS
sometimes youâre quiet but he always finds a way to bring you to tears after laughing so hard
heâs literally the funniest person youâve ever met
he never really expected a soc to get so loud since they were normally reserved and didnât talk to many people
anyway you brought him to fucking disneyland once and he LOVED it
you booked a hotel and everything so yall saw mickey mouse
two-bit kinda laughed at him but he seemed happy so he didnât care
he loves traveling with you and brags about it to the gang all the time
they say itâs cool then act like they donât care but theyâre kinda jealous he gets all that stuff
theyâre happy for him though
sometimes youâll get him little mickey figurines and heâll put them on his nightstand, sometimes even carry it with him if itâs a keychain
he never wouldâve expected a soc to be so nice to someone like him
heâs really glad that you love him and you show it
STEVE RANDLE
before you two started dating he tried to avoid you at all costs
he kinda thought youâd beat up him and his friends so he just stayed away from you
anyway when you guys started dating youâd drive him to the DX
youâd give him tips just for fun even if you didnât buy anything from him
youâd buy him all sorts of little trinkets and such just so heâd have something to mess around with
i donât have a lot of knowledge on him bro pls bear with me LMAO
heâs almost always with soda so you kind of became his best friend naturally
youâll buy steve food on his breaks and drive him to restaurants or fast food places and youâll eat on a bench or in a field together
you talk about some shit that happened at work while he listens
heâll occasionally get you some food since he knows you like sweets
then you repay him with something heâs wanted for a while that heâs been asking for
whether itâs a book or food or a trinket idk
he loves you so much and is glad soda gets along with you so well
sorry this oneâs shorter! iâll try to make the preference longer next time. iâm gonna try to post at least twice per week but if im feeling good ill try to post more đ thank you for reading!
#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders dally#the outsiders sodapop#the outsiders darry#the outsiders johnny#the outsiders ponyboy#the outsiders#the outsiders two bit#the outsiders steve#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis#ponyboy michael curtis#johnny cade x reader#johnny cade#sodapop curtis#sodapop x reader#darry curtis#darry curtis x reader#dally x reader#dally winston#dallas winston#dallas winston x reader#steve randle#steve randle x reader#two bit x reader#two bit matthews x reader#two bit the outsiders#winstonsns
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Yandere's meet their Darling.
Satoru Gojo
Satoru knows he's amazing and incredible, he doesn't need to hear it to know it's true. Everybody loves him, except you. A person who denies any feelings towards him, enamoured or otherwise.
So naturally, Satoru is drawn to you.
Initially, he just observes and wonders what makes you so different and why you never fall in line like the rest of them. His infatuation first begins as an inconvenience. You inconvenience him. He can get any person he likes and toss them away like trash in a landfill whenever he pleases. But you do not allow that.
You are not interested in his subtle advances, you don't even allow him to catch you staring in his direction. Because you do the opposite, in fact for a moment, it's like you try your hardest to ignore him.
Satoru does not like being ignored.
The little signs of his interest soon become stronger and the inconvenience morphs into an odd interest about you. You're pretty, that's for sure, funny too, everything he looks for in a person he'd want to speak to on a more intimate level.
But Satoru can't stand the fact that when he expressed his feelings about you, in an appropriate manner too, you turned him down. It was pure madness. Whoever disregards his feelings are utterly insane and stupidly stupid. Well, other people, but not you.
Despite your protests, he will never think badly of you. Ever.
Satoru sees this as a game now. You don't want him, but he wants you and it's certain that you are his object of affection. He will find out how you are immune to his pretty face, his lovable charm and his outstanding morals.
You don't know it just yet, but he will have you.
Whatever Satoru wants, he gets.
Suguru Geto
Suguru daydreams over the first time seeing you. Your bravery and insensitive cursing that left your lips without batting an eyelid. You still do.
Your spirit is strong, overwhelming to those who donât know you because you cannot be broken. Suguru takes that as a challenge, to break you down bit by bit in anyway he can, while still remaining faithfully at your side just like his other fellow sorcerers.
Before Suguru decides to leave the side of purity and defending the weak, he wants you to join him. Thereâs no way you ever will whilst your ideals remain as pure as Satoruâs hair.
Suguru would rather just rip off the bandaid and take you away, but thereâs plenty to do before he can even do it. He wants to use his cursed spirits and get rid of the vile monkeys, but he waits. Another agonising year to be correct.
Suguru waits until heâs past the age of eighteen, heâs an adult now, as are you. That means that no one can tell him what to do and you are capable of making your own choices. The last year has been torturous for Suguru, silently filling your head with nonsensical bullshit and at first, it doesnât work, but then it does.
At first you prefer to sit next to Suguru, then study with him and then allow him to walk you home after the winter nights get darker for longer.
Then because of Suguruâs well ingrained methods, you even go to kiss him. He receives you and knows now, that itâs time to indoctrinate you.
You are the only person Suguru wants next to him when he steps foot into the new world.
And now he's moulded you just for that.
Kento Nanami
Kento canât believe his luck when he sees you at the gates of Jujutsu high. He already sees you outside of work in the little convenience store you work in, your shifts being every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and every second Saturday. The storeâs bread is currently the top on his list of regular items.
Thereâs just something different about you. There is indeed, a magnetic pull that keeps Kento coming back despite how terrible the other food items are.
You serve him with a smile, always a smile and it never falters. Sometimeâs Kento is lucky enough to get a brush of your fingertip across his own finger during the exchange of money.
Imagine his surprise when he sees you, wandering up to the red Torii gate with a little piece of paper in your hand, you smile faded away and eyes so tired. Kento hates it that your smile has gone and later learns that itâs in fact a cursed spirit hurting you. And by chance, Kento was recommended to exorcise it.
You donât know itâs a cursed spirit of course, just that Kento is apparently a masseuse and the lady who recommends her is the very same from that sandwich shop Kento used to frequent.
Fate has its way.
Kento knows this was meant to be and will do his best to give you comfort and continue to be the gentleman he always is. To be the respectful and trustworthy man you will call in a time of need, in fact you already have.
Accept now, you know his name. You also accepted an invitation to dinner.
Now that Kento is in your life, itâll be rather difficult to have him exit it.
That wonât happen as long as he has a pulse.
Ryomen Sukuna
Roman Sukuna has never experienced shock, or surprise before, not until you waltz into his field of vision. Practically a carbon copy of the only person he loved during the golden age of Jujutsu.
Love is a weak emotion, but then again, it's an emotion all the same.
During the Heian ear, that person was a witch, a trickster, perhaps that's why he admires that person and it's entirely possible why he eats his words the second he spots you. Watching from a distance is all he can do for now until his brain resets itself and allows him to collect what a drooling mess he is.
Of course, he never admits it.
You by lineage, obviously a descendent are his to claim without protest from your lips. He watches you whilst he inhabits Yuji Itadori's body, noting your facial expressions, how you talk and they way you fiddle with your hair just right.
He will have you even if you don't agree, if you turn around and fight him because for the first time since his reincarnation, Sukuna senses a shift in his priorities. He hates it, shedding even a scrap of vulnerability, but that's how the world works.
Vulnerability makes people weak and he does not show it, not even allowing that punk to go through those types of memories he holds close. They are his alone and that's that.
Ripping out this body's heart could prove a useful tool to prove to you how high his affections lie, what better way to show it than giving you a still beating heart? But you strike him as the type of person who would not be that way.
You seem to be the type who enjoyed the rougher side, the raw energy of his intentions, forcefulness and unwavering perseverance.
Either way, you're coming with Sukuna when all is done and he fulfils his role as the king of curses and takes his rightful place burning the world.
With you right by his side whether you like it or not.
Toji Fushiguro
Toji Couldn't care less when he saw you.
You were nothing. A weak person with not much going for you besides having Jujutsu high as a security blanket. He originally had been watching Satoru Gojo, waiting for him to drop his guard, he noticed you too and thought nothing of it.
Then, he stands no more than six feet in front of you, you're hurting, breathing erratically with so much blood up your arms yet still standing there to face him. Even though you just watched Satoru Gojo die by his hand, he was still there on the floor with the gigantic laceration in his neck.
Still, you didn't take your eyes off of Toji, and for the first time, it stirs something up inside him. Why are you, an upperclassman even doing with these kids? Toji does his homework and you have four years on them, is it to lead by example?
You aren't setting a very good one, picking a fight with someone much stronger than you in every way, but you still remain there, ready to take Toji on. He wants to ask you, why? How can someone be so stupid to see a man, who is your cocky underclassman and much stronger than you by far get his shit pushed in and you still want to take him on?
You just stand there, trying your best to control what little hope you have left. But it isn't enough, it never is. Toji overpowers you like a butter knife to soft flaky fish, holding you in his grip whilst you struggle to make things inconvenient for him.
You don't make a dent though.
Toji has other plans than killing you like he did Satoru Gojo, he just isn't sure what those plans entail, but he'll find out soon enough.
Choso
Choso's head is splitting as he wanders through the train station, trying his best to input the new information and store it somewhere without frying his brain. He's overwhelmed and unsure of where his footing lies. A hole to crawl into seems like the best idea, until he can mull over this sense of horrid sickness.
That's until he turns the corner and sees you running past him, almost colliding into each other. You stop and look at him as he holds fast and tries his best to keep the tears from falling over his cheeks.
He looks at you and you him, and if it isn't bad enough that his head threatens to explode, images of you plague what little brain space is functional, tripping his entire head.
What Choso does not know, in this moment, was that he was imprinting on you, filling the blanks of his memories and slotting you right where you should be. He needs to protect you at all costs, because if he doesn't you are sure to die just like his brothers.
You are special. Despite what side you are on, you even ask him if he is alright. What person on the opposing side does that? You do that. You are the saving grace amongst the sorcerer's and showed him kindness.
Choso must keep you safe and not allow anyone to touch or harm you. He was not there for his brothers and he will be damned now if he doesn't protect you in their stead.
Little does he know, that he is just on the first step to becoming obsessed and infatuated with you, and will stop at nothing to keep you right where you are.
Even if it kills him.
Hiromi Higuruma
Hiromi first meets you as one of his clients, accused of murder you did not commit.
He knows you're innocent, he just knows it, the look of your innocent features as you walk through the door to the two way glass to ask for help. So innocent and doe eyed as you sit there across the desk practically begging him to help.
Of course he'll help, it's what he does best when his clients are against the odds. Conviction in Japan exceeds ninety nine percent for a reason. So he decides to help and offers his services pro bono. It's for the greater good of the public after all. Putting your pretty face behind bars is a travesty.
Your aura is simple, dainty and warm. Hiromi wants nothing more than to protect you, to look after you and nurse you from the legal system that has targeted you.
Because there is no way that you are hiding anything from him. He can just tell.
Whilst the prosecution builds a case, Hiromi does everything he can to make your stay where you are kept as comfortable as possible. Soon, he doesn't just come to see you to speak about the case, he also regularly comes to see you just to spend time before returning home.
It should never be a case that he fell for you while accused of such a horrible crime, but he can't help himself. He can never help himself. His thoughts on how you'll jump for joy and have no choice but to stay with him after out of a sense of duty for pulling off the impossible are continuous.
Either that of he will just ask you out himself until you do.
After all, as an attorney, it's his job to push for all the facts to get the outcome he desires.
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deja vu - part 2
planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.
little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.
too bad you didn't remember any of them.
stan x fem!reader/ford x fem!reader
choose your own ending / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)
(if you would like a link to the playlist i created for this series, lmk!)
part one | part three
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It was a tense interaction following your question.Â
Fordâs eyebrows raised in alarm and he carefully approached you, âOf course, weâve met before, itâs me, Stanford.â
You pause, glancing between Stanley and his twin before replying hesitantly, âSorry, the name doesnât ring a bell. I just learned your name a few seconds ago from your brother.â
Fordâs lips narrow into a thin line, vexation written all over his face, âI know we parted ways on less than ideal terms, Y/N, but thereâs no reason to pretend like you donât recognize me.â
Your eyebrow raised at Fordâs firm stance, crossing your arms, âIâm sorry to say but I truly donât. Maybe you have me mistaken for someone else perhaps?â You canât help but get defensive, feeling accused that you were blowing off this complete stranger.
âOh, Iâm not mistaken. I know you very well, Y/N. I know that you got your Masters in Geology at Backupsmore. I know that ammolite is your favorite gemstone. I know that you learned hamboning from Fiddleford just to get on my nerves.â Ford counters you with facts, his own stubbornness coming through as you stare each other down.
Your eyes widen at the amount of detail Ford seems to know about you, âHow do you know all these things about me? How do you know Fiddleford? Did you help him with his research out here?â
Ford sighs heavily, âI know I messed up back then and I know you must hate me but can you please drop this childish charade?â His low voice raises slightly in volume as his frustration mounts as he finally snaps at you.Â
âFord!â Stan cuts in between the two of you, catching both of you off guard, âLay off her⊠I genuinely think she doesnât⊠remember.â He sighs, putting the pieces together surprisingly quickly compared to his brother. He grabs his twin by the arm, pulling him off to the side, âGive us a second, weâll be right back.â Stan says to you, giving you an apologetic stare.
You nod slowly as you decide to take a seat on the steps, watching as the sun slowly begins to set in the horizon. This new information perplexes you as you try to wrack your brain if Fiddleford had ever mentioned working with someone during his time in Gravity Falls.Â
Meanwhile, the Pines twins walk off into the distance, just out of ear shot. âSo who is she?â Stan questions, needing answers from his brother before he can present his finding. Ford bristles at the question, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looks off into the distance before answering, âRemember when we were out at sea commiserating on past romances⊠and I told you how I had met someone during my time in college but she left after I had gotten too deep into my involvement with Bill.â
âYeah, vaguely, I thought you were just making that up to try and relate to my stories about my ex-wives. You never were smooth with the ladies.â Stan admits with a shrug to which Ford rolls his eyes at. âWell, thatâs her. The age old cliche of the one that got away.â Ford summarizes, âBut she was never this petty before. I know I hurt her immensely butâŠâ
âSheâs not being petty, poindexter. Havenât you figured it out yet?â Stan sighs, running a hand over his face in exasperation. Ford stares back blankly at him, unsure how to respond. âGod, youâre supposed to be the smart one here. Remember your old friend McGucketâs invention? You know the one that can literally erase memories? The one that erased all my memories?â Stan spells it out for his brother.
It all clicks in Fordâs head, âYou donât think⊠Fiddleford wiped her memory, do you?âÂ
âDing, ding, we got a winner!â Stan says sardonically, âTook ya long enough.â
âWhy would he do that? I need to get to the bottom of this, StanleyâŠâ Ford looks over his brotherâs shoulder, staring at you. Despite the time that has passed, you look just as vibrant as he remembered you, your features highlighted in the orange glow of the sunset.Â
Stan notices the longing look on his brotherâs face and places a hand on his shoulder, âYou know sheâs supposed to head out tomorrow morning? Got a whole road trip planned ahead.â
âWell, letâs see if sheâd at least be willing to stick around to talk to Fiddleford.â Ford says with steely determination as he begins to walk back towards you, Stan following at his heels.
You look up as the pair walk up to you, able to see them side by side. There were distinct differences in terms of style but they were nearly identical, only just now picking up the cleft in Stanfordâs chin and their different glasses.Â
Ford mulls over his choice of words. Despite being the more logical twin, Ford had to admit he was perhaps just as stubborn as his brother. âMy apologies for my directness. I know you may not remember me, but please trust me when I say that we have an extensive history together. What if we were to visit Fiddleford tomorrow to perhaps quell your doubts and clarify some things?â He offers, hoping in the back of his mind that youâll say yes.
You pause at the offer, thinking it through. You had the urge to decline, still on the defense. After all, this man pretty much accused you of acting like a child when you didnât recognize him.
However, you did wish to see Fiddleford again, so curious about what happened to him after all these years.Â
âAlright, Iâll stay another day in Gravity Falls to see Fiddleford. But I want to know a little bit more about you.â Your eyes narrow in on Ford. Stan clears his throat, very aware of the tension between the two of you. âWell, Iâm gonna go take care of⊠the broken thing inside...â He grumbles out the last part, making an awkward escape as he walks past you up the steps before pausing at the door to address you, âCome back inside whenever you and Sixer are done talking, Iâll clear out one of the rooms so you can stay for the night.â
Before you can protest, Stan closes the screen door behind him, giving you and Ford some privacy.
âSo you had some questions for me?â Ford sighs, deciding to take a seat next to you. It felt so strange to be so close to you physically after all this time yet so distant due to your loss of memories, wishing that he could pull you into a tight embrace and apologize for everything that happened in the past.Â
âWell, Iâm assuming if you know Fiddleford and somehow know that I got my Masters in Geology that you went to Backupsmore as well.â You start there, knowing the common thread that connects the two of you is the university you all attended, âThatâs correct, not my first choice obviously.â Ford replies with a nod.
âIs it anyoneâs first choice?â You comment which pulls a chuckle from Ford who shakes his head. âVery true, I know it wasnât either of ours. Fiddleford was just elated to be the first in his family to even go.â
âSo what did you major in?â You ask with a tilt of your head, âAnd how did you meet Fiddleford?â
âWhat didnât I major in is the better question. I technically have 12 PhDs but my main focuses were Physics and Molecular Biology.â Ford admitted with a sense of pride, your jaw almost dropping at this information. âAs for how I met Fiddleford, I had proposed a theory in class one time that immediately got shot down by my professor. But Fiddleford shared my passion for pushing boundaries of existing theories and knowledge and we spent the whole night trying to prove it had validity.â Ford said, smiling at that particular memory.Â
You note the admiration in Fordâs voice as he speaks of Fiddleford, knowing that their relationship must be close. âIâm so confused⊠how do I not remember you if you and Fiddleford have such a close relationship?â You sigh, second guessing your own memories at this point. All this information felt like it made sense logically but it was difficult to suspend your disbelief. You hesitate to ask the question, âHow... did we meet?â
Ford pauses, staring out into the forest, unable to meet your gaze as he recounts your first meeting. It seems so distant but it was a simple time before life got complicated.Â
Before he made your lives complicated.Â
Before he can reply, you cut him off, seeing the pained look in his eyes and realizing you may have gone too far. Whoever you were to him, something must have happened between the two of you that led to this reaction. âActually, donât answer that⊠It's getting late and I know weâll have all of tomorrow to go over this with Fiddleford.âÂ
âRight⊠we should probably call it for the evening.â Ford lets out a sigh of relief, getting up from his spot on the steps. He offers his hand, your eyes flicking towards it and noting the six fingers that were facing towards you. Realizing what youâre staring at, he is about to withdraw his hand, an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, but you take it, your warm fingers wrapping around his palm, as you stand up.Â
âAre you heading inside?â You ask, still holding into his hand. He realizes you have yet to let go and basks in the moment, fighting the urge to intertwine his fingers with yours. âIâm going to stay out here for a bit longer. I should probably fix that invention that I was working on beforeâŠâ Ford admits, almost waiting for you to scold him like you would in the past.
But you donât.
Instead, you nod in understanding, squeezing Fordâs hand one final time before letting go. âAlright, Iâm gonna head inside and see where Iâm sleeping for the nightâŠâ You begin to walk towards the doorway before pausing at the door.Â
âHey⊠Iâm sorry I donât remember you. I really hope tomorrow something sparks my memory.â You say, âGood night, Stanford.â You disappear behind the doorway, not waiting for him to respond.
Ford stares as he watches your frame retreat from behind the door, âGood night, Y/N⊠my dear.â The old pet name feeling heavy on his tongue but he canât help but let it out.
-
As you stare up at the ceiling, you wonder how you even ended up in a storage room inside a tourist trap, laying on an air mattress.
Your trip - at least for the next day or so - is derailed. Youâre thankful that Stan had offered to let you stay in the Mystery Shack as you were planning on sleeping in your car underneath the stars, drained from todayâs turns of events and too tired to drive into town to try and find some sort of accommodation.
Yet your trip isnât even the most pressing thing on your mind.
Who is Stanford Pines?
Your eyes shut tightly, trying to mull over the potential possibilities of how you might know this man who vehemently claims to know you. You knew you were getting older but thereâs no way your memory was this shot, especially considering the fact that Ford had shared that he and Fiddleford were close friends and went to Backupsmore.
Your mind continued to draw blanks, unable to pinpoint a single memory that involved him.
Yet something about him was so familiar. Maybe thatâs why a sense of deja vu had hit you the moment you met his brother and walked through the Mystery Shack.
Finally, fatigue hits you and you are able to fall asleep, slipping into a new dream.
You find yourself back at Backupsmore, walking through the quad and making your way to the library. The campus is decorated in hues of orange and yellow, autumn leaves scattered across the grass. Your boots crunching against the leaves as you weave through the bodies that mill around to and from class.
A gust of wind hits your face, wincing as the harshness against your skin as you had forgotten to bring a scarf on your trek. You finally make it to the library, opening the heavy doors to be greeted to the warmth and scent of old paperback books.Â
You walk past the front desk, making your way directly to the back of the library to the stacks. You pass the mostly empty study carrels one by one, looking for someone specific.
You get to the very end of what seemed like a never ending maze and see a table tucked into the corner, surrounded by bookshelves. A broad-shouldered figure, wearing a sweater vest, sits facing away from you, their head buried in the pile of books around them.Â
Your lips begin to move, calling out a name to address the person before you.
Stanford.
You wake up in a startle, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you feel a sudden pressure on your chest. Your eyes adjust to the sight in front of you, seeing a blur of pink, thinking youâre still dreaming. Rubbing your eyes vigorously, you realize thereâs a pig sniffing your face in curiosity.
âGod, what have I gotten myself into?â You groan out groggily, laying back in defeat as Waddles begins to lick your cheek.
-
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Ford sits awkwardly in front of an audience of his great nephew and niece who are gaping at him in awe, just having explained the whole situation to them as they questioned whoâs car was parked in the front of the Mystery Shack.
Stan sips from a mug that spells âWorldâs Greatest Grunkleâ that Mabel made him, a slightly amused grin spreading across his face. The look on their faces was priceless, he thinks to himself, wishing he could take a photo of it. Though, he was in their shoes just last night, still processing that his poindexter brother actually landed someone after all those years of fearing girls and that she somehow ended up stranded on the side of the road just as he was driving back home.
He was just grateful though that his brother wasnât around for the parts where he was clearly smooth talking to you, unaware that you were his twinâs ex-lover.
âOh my god, Grunkle Ford, this is amazing!â Mabel exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief, âSee, Iâve been trying to figure who the ideal candidate would be to match you with but I couldnât think of anyone in Gravity Falls. Maybe you two can rekindle your romance! We just need to do what we did with Grunkle Stan and show her things to remind her of your time together!âÂ
âOr maybe her memories are stored where the Society of the Blind Eye held Old Man McGucketâs memories? There were a ton of Gravity Falls citizensâ names in there, Iâm sure sheâs somewhere in that pile.â Dipper offers as a suggestion, more invested in understanding how to restore memory loss from the Memory Gun than Mabelâs romantic plans for her uncle.Â
Though he had to admit that there was a sliver of him that was rooting for his Grunkle Ford in the romance department.
âThose are excellent suggestions, kids. Iâm hoping perhaps talking to Fiddleford today will be one of the first steps into getting her memory back. There is one issue though with your suggestion, Mabel.â Ford admits, slightly crestfallen, âI donât really have anything left from our time we were together. When she left, she took all remnants of her, photos of us together, letters she wrote to me. What I do have left Iâm not sure if it will be effective in bringing those memories back.â
âWhat is it, Grunkle Ford? Maybe we can still use it, you never know if you donât try!â Mabel said in reassurance.
Ford hesitated, feeling Dipper, Mabel and Stanâs eyes trained on him, waiting for a response.Â
Thankfully, your presence saved him in the nick of time, clearing your throat awkwardly. This catches everyoneâs attention, Dipper and Mabelâs head whipping around. You stand in the entrance to the kitchen, still clad in your pajamas and your hair tousled from sleep, holding Waddles in your arms.
âSorry if Iâm interrupting, I just wanted to make sure this pig is supposed to be in here. He somehow got into my room.â You say, noticing how Waddles squirms now in your arms as he sees Mabel. You put him down and watch him scurry to Mabel who eagerly scoops him into her arms, nuzzling his pink cheek.Â
âYouâre all good, we were just having breakfast. Need a cup of coffee?â Stan says nonchalantly, grabbing the coffee pot that was by his elbow. You nod eagerly, walking towards him and taking the mug that he poured you. âThese are me and Fordâs grandniece and nephew, by the way, since you didnât get to meet them last night. Theyâre staying here for the summer.â Stan gestures to the two twins that are staring at you like you had a second head.
âNice to meet you, Iâm Mabel! Sorry about Waddles, he kinda wanders around the house if Iâm not awake yet.â The energetic brunette introduces herself. âNo need to apologize, he was very sweet. If anything, he got me out of bed to get my day started. Iâm Y/N, by the way.â You say with a relaxed smile.
âIâm Dipper, nice to meet you. Grunkle Stan was just telling us how you ended up staying here.â The more relaxed male counterpart to Mabel chimed in, trying to move the conversation away from the topic discussed prior to you entering the room. Ford let out a slight sigh of relief, grateful that he was no longer in the hot seat.
âWell, your Grunkle Stan saved me from having to spend a pretty penny on a tow truck and a place to stay so Iâm very grateful for that.â You chuckle, getting used to the term âGrunkleâ.
âSooo, Y/N, mind if I do a little Q&A with you? Since youâll be staying here, I wanna get to know you better!â Mabel said eagerly, mentally mapping out her questions already. You blink owlishly before your eyes flick between Stan and Ford in amusement, âFire away, Mabel. Though I hope your Grunkles didnât put you up to this as a little payback for when I interrogated them yesterday?â
âShe questioned you too?â Ford says in surprise to his brother who scratches chin mindlessly. âA little bit after finishing up the tour I gave her of the Mystery Shack. This oneâs ruthless, no wonder she works for the government!â Stan taunts, causing you to roll your eyes.Â
âWait, you work for the government?â Dipper asks, his eyes slightly narrowing in skepticism. You blink at his almost defensive reaction before elbowing Stan in the side who almost chokes on his coffee, âI literally asked you three questions. Donât listen to him, I work for the National Parks, not the CIA.âÂ
Dipper visibly relaxes and Mabelâs eyes linger on where you elbowed Grunkle Stan, picking up on how relaxed you seemed around him compared to Grunkle Ford. In fact, you had barely acknowledged Ford this morning, standing by the counter next to Stan. Mabel decides to take matters into her own hands, playing matchmaker as she gets up from her chair.Â
âWell that answers one of my questions. By the way, take a seat, Y/N! Youâre our guest and Iâm finished with my pancakes!â She walks over to you, pulling you by the hand as you plop onto the chair that is coincidentally right next to Ford. âThanks Mabel..â You roll with the situation before looking over at Ford who stares at you with what seems to be pride.
âYou really made it to the National Parks, huh? That was your dream since freshman yearâŠâ Ford says though immediately regrets it as you stare back at him in surprise. âYeah.. I did. No one really knew about that.. Not even Fiddleford.â You reply, running your thumb over the print on the mug bashfully. âWell, um... Iâm really happy for you. I know you must have worked hard to get there.â Ford offers, not sure how else to respond.
You smile warmly, taking a sip from your coffee, âThanks, I appreciate it. It means a lot coming from someone with 12 PhDs.â You tease at the end to which Fordâs cheeks redden in embarrassment and flattery.
Mabel hops up on the counter next to her Grunkle Stan who mutters under his breath, âSmooth move, kid.âÂ
You turn to look back at Mabel, âAny more questions for me?âÂ
Mabel taps her chin, deep in thought. Her eyes flicker over to great-uncle Ford who continues to stare at you in admiration. She snaps her fingers, putting her match-making skills to use once again, âWhat would you say is your type in a partner?â
âMabel! What kinda question is that?â Dipper groans, shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
âWow, weâre getting to the real hard-hitting questions.â You say in amusement, slightly caught off guard but amused. You ponder the answer yourself, wondering if the kids would understand what you mean by this.
âWell, does your generation know what a silver fox is?â You ask with a sheepish grin and a flush to your cheeks, rubbing the back of your neck.
Your answer causes a chain reaction of different responses.
Mabel squeals with an eager nod, looking over hopefully at her Grunkle Ford.
Dipper and Stan both end up spitting out their milk and coffee respectively.
Ford sits at the table, blinking in confusion.
âWhatâs a silver fox? Is that a new type of species?â
-
After cleaning up the mess that Stan and Dipper had made, you finally start getting ready to head out with Ford to visit your old friend. You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing your outfit before reaching to grab the hairbrush Mabel graciously lets you borrow after you realize that you had forgotten yours in the car.
Stan walks down the stairs, having changed out of his white tank-top and pajama pants into clothes more suitable for going out. He pauses at the open bathroom door, leaning against the door frame, âHey, while you and Poindexter catch up with McGucket, Iâm gonna swing into town later tonight to get you a replacement battery for your car.â
Placing the brush down, you address Stan, âYou sure? I can always ask Ford if we could stop by the auto shop on the way back to pick it up.â
Stan scoffs, âPlease, my brotherâs smart and knows a ton about science-y stuff but heâs hopeless when it comes to cars. Besides, I know a guy, Iâll get you a discount.â
âAlright.. Just let me know how much I owe you, Iâm for sure paying you back.â You say hesitantly as you make your way towards the door. Stan steps aside to let you through, âYeah, yeah,â he says dismissively.
Technically, that guy was Bud Gleeful and that discount was five-fingered but you didnât have to know that.
âYou found your way around the Mystery Shack pretty easily, by the way. Didnât even have to show you where the bathroom was, I sometimes have a hard time finding it and Iâve lived here for over 30 years.â Stan comments. You realize that even this morning, you walked directly to the kitchen, almost like your feet knew where to go through pure muscle memory.
âAre you ready, Y/N?â Fordâs deep voice calls out, walking down the hallway to approach you and Stan.Â
âYeah, as ready as Iâll ever be, I guess.â You say, slightly nervous to see Fiddleford again. What if he didnât want to see you? What if he didnât even remember you just like you couldnât remember Ford?
Ford could see the furrow in your brow, a sign he had picked up through the years you had been together that you were overthinking. He hesitates for a second but places a hand on your arm, snapping you out of your rumination. âHeâll be elated to see you, Y/N. Though to give you a fair warning, he looks a lot different than how he did during our college days.â He says reassuringly.
You nod, smiling up at him, your nerves calmed down for now. âThanks, Ford. Iâm gonna go grab my bag and Iâll meet you outside.â You make your way back down the hallway, leaving the twins by themselves.
âThink she might already be starting to getting some of her memories back just by being hereâŠâ Stan muttered, following his brother outside. Fordâs eyebrow raises in confusion, âWhat makes you say that, Stanley?â
âShe knows how to get around the house without even thinking about it. I know I gave her a tour but that was just the showroom and the gift shop.â Stan shares his observation, holding the door open for Ford as they step out into the front yard where Stanâs car is parked.
âFascinating⊠maybe her memories may come back more organically than we had thought.â Ford muses before placing his hand out, âThe keys, Stanley?â
Stan sighs, rummaging through his jacket before placing his keys in his brotherâs hand, âYou know I could have just driven you two up to the mansion but someone insisted I give you two alone time to bond.â
Ford squeezes the keys in his hand before smiling at his brother, âI should probably say thank you to Mabel then⊠and thanks Stanley for bringing her here.â
Stan punches his twin in the arm affectionately, âWhatever, I just better not see a scratch on El Diablo when you two get back.â Ford winces but grins, rubbing the spot on his arm.
Right on cue, you close the creaky door behind you, bag slung over your shoulder as you walk over to the pair, âAlright, Iâm ready to go! Sorry, Mabel stopped me on the way out to ask my opinion on what sweater she should wear to the roller rink. Apparently, none of you guys have the taste to give her a valid opinion.â You chuckle.
âRoller rink? I swear these kids turn thirteen and think they can just go around without telling their Grunkle where theyâre going.â Stan sighs in exasperation, calling out Mabelâs name as he walks back inside. You follow Ford to the car, sliding into the passenger side. âSorry if my driving is a bit rusty, Stanleyâs usually the one that drives us around when weâre in Oregon for the summer.â Ford apologizes in advance, pulling out of Mystery Shack and onto the open road.
âI mean as long we come out unscathed, Iâm not complaining.â You say nonchalantly, taking in the sight of the massive trees that tower over the two way road in front of you.Â
The two of you sit in silence for a bit, neither one of you knowing how to spark conversation. There lingered an unspoken heaviness, mostly due in part the intensity of your exchange the previous night. Ford desperately wanted to talk to you and yet he was drawing a blank on what to even talk about.Â
As you make your way up the winding hills, Ford finally speaks up, deciding to ask you more about your work, âSo you work for the National Parks? Are you a research scientist or did you go the natural resource conservation route?â He asks, remembering how you were torn between pursuing further research or honing in on your love of preserving nature.
âYouâre pretty well-informed about the geoscience field. I just tell most people I look at rocks all day.â You admit, toying with the necklace that you had tucked into your shirt, âI started off in research but I realized that most of my time was spent in labs and studying specimens rather than actually out in the field. I love the parks so much, I was itching to get back out there so I switched to conservation.âÂ
âMakes sense, just studying concepts and theories in a controlled environment isnât nearly as fun as getting hands-on experience.â Ford chuckles. His eyes flick over to see your fingers rolling around the vibrant orange gemstone attached to your necklace, almost choking on his spit. Your eyes meet his and your eyebrow raises as Fordâs expression is like heâs seen a ghost.
âYou okay? Do I have something on my face?â You question, pulling down the sun visor to check your appearance in the mirror. Ford shakes his head vigorously, clearing his throat, âNo⊠I⊠do you remember where you got that necklace?â
You pause at his query, putting the sun visor back into its original position and glancing down at the sunstone that dangles from the simple gold chain. âOh this? I honestly donât remember, Iâve had it for quite some time. Why do you ask?â
Ford takes a deep breath before looking back onto the road, âI⊠well⊠gave it to you. We drove up here from Backupsmore to start my grant research. Along the way, we stopped near one of the parks and you found that piece of sunstone. You carried it around everywhere so one night, I took the time to fashion it into a necklace so youâd never lose it.âÂ
Thereâs a pause before you speak. That pause felt like eternity to Ford.
âYou knowâŠI think you were in my dream last night...â You say, staring at the necklace with a newfound understanding. âI was back at Backupsmore and walking to the library. I ended up walking up to someone with their head buried in the books and I called out your name but I woke up after that.â
Ford was not expecting that response, looking over at you in alarm, âThis may be a stretch but was there indication in your dream that it was fall?â You nod slowly.
âThat was the first time we met. You were struggling with the section on seismic refractions in a physics course that I had taken a semester prior. Our professor recommended me as a tutor.â Ford recounts, his fingers gripping the wheel slightly tighter.
âJeez⊠could all my dreams⊠just be memories?â You mutter to yourself but loud enough for Ford to hear it. âYouâve had other dreamsâŠ.?â Ford questioned, his mind reeling with this discovery. âYeah, Iâve had them for years. Thereâs always someone else in them⊠but before I can figure out or discern who it might be, my body wakes up.â You admit, rifling through your bag before pulling out a small leather bound journal.
âThis is a bit embarrassing to admit but Iâve been keeping track of them here.â You say hesitantly as you hold up the leather bound journal. Ford stared between you and the journal in awe. He had always found preparation attractive and he thinks he may have fallen in love with you all over again.
âPerhaps we can go through some of them and see if it correlates to any memories I have.â Ford attempts to say with a steady voice but thereâs a hint of excitement in his proposition. âI honestly would love that⊠I feel like Iâve been trying to crack the code of these dreams without any key.â You reply eagerly.
Ford makes the final turn up the hill, approaching the massive gates to what was formerly the Northwest Manor. Your eyes widen, staring at the impressive estate before you. You watch as Ford presses on the intercom, âFiddleford, weâre here.â before the gates open to let you in.
âThis.. is where Fiddleford lives? Did he make a breakthrough with his personal computers or something?â You question to which Ford chuckles nervously. âYou could say that. Honestly, itâs quite a long story that we can talk about inside.â After parking the car in front of the fountain, Ford gets out of the car before opening the door for you.
You two make your way to the wooden front door, which bursts open soon after Ford raps his knuckles against it. Youâre greeted by your friend, who looks considerably older despite being the same age as you and Stanford that you almost didnât recognize him. Fiddleford embraces Ford first before stepping back to assess you. You gulp, anxiety filling up your system once again.
Youâre quickly enveloped into a tight hug by Fiddleford, which you return. âMy god, Fiddleford, itâs been too long. I thought you disappeared off the face of the Earth.â You said shakily. You two pull apart as Fiddleford grasps your arms, âSweet sarsaparilla, look at you, Y/N! You make me and Ford look like old geezers! Iâm real sorry I hadnât reached out until nowâŠâ
âThereâs no need to apologize, Fiddleford⊠Iâm just glad we reconnected.â You say, a wave of nostalgia hitting you. âCome on in, you two! We got a lot of catching up to do!â Fiddleford says, ushering you into the massive home with his arm before closing the door.
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