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allthesethingswillendsoon · 16 days ago

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SUMMER LOVIN'

CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRST SUMMER

SUMMARY: It's the summer of 2019 and everything in Azzi's life has changed in a matter of months. But when she meets her new neighbor in Cape Cod, summer might just start to be her favorite time of year.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k PAIRING: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd WARNINGS: None (just Azzi being a little ball of anxiety) (Be warned this is barely proofread)

NOTE: Okayyy new series alert!!! Sorry for being MIA for so long I just wasn't feeling motivated etc etc. This series is gonna be a lot more fun and upbeat, I tried to match the banter and back and forth of some of my favorite writers on here. Also this is mostly just backstory, kinda like a prologue, so the rest of the chapters will mostly be set in the summer of 2024 or maybe 2025, idk it doesn't matter that much. I hope everyone likes this and isn't too disappointed that it isn't a Long, Long Time update. Thanks so much for reading and for all the support!!! I love getting feedback and comments and inbox stuff so feel free to leave that!!! Okay I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

WORD COUNT: 2.8k (whoops, so short) PAIRING: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd WARNINGS: None (just Azzi being a little ball of anxiety)

JUNE, 2019

CAPE COD, MASSACHUSETTS

This was a new level of weird, like a whole new one. Actually, scratch that, not only was it a whole new level of weird it was a whole new plane of weird existence.

The Fudd’s didn’t own a ‘summer house’, that would be crazy, that couldn’t be real. When they went out for dinner, once in a blue moon, they got tap water and kids meals, and maybe a dessert if it was someone’s birthday. They owned one car, a worn-down, beat-up people mover, which smelt like a mix of vomit and jelly belly air fresheners. Their house was well loved and rent controlled, something they were thankful for each and every day. They were content with what they had. They were happy and they loved each other.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the case anymore - well the last bit was still definitely true. But ever since her mom got a new fancy job at a law firm and her dad got a promotion, a lot had changed.

Her family’s yearly income basically quadrupling had been the craziest thing to ever happen to anyone in the history of forever. With all the new money her parents were at a loss with what to do, so they went to a financial advisor person, who told them to ‘invest, invest, invest’, which they did.

One stock market thing after the other and suddenly her family had new cars and houses, and she could do twelve out of state college degrees debt free.

But it still didn’t feel real, it felt like a dream, or a mistake. Every day she expected for the IRS to come knocking down her door, taking all their money and belongings and locking all of it in a freezer - she still wasn’t sure what ‘frozen assets’ meant, but she swore it would happen to them.

Her parents had tried and tried to explain that they wouldn’t spend money that they didn’t have, that they were as secure as anyone could be, but Azzi wouldn’t hear a bar of it.

So of course, the existence of a ‘summer house’ had to be fake. But as her family pulled up to the massive, gated, shingled two story it started to feel quite real.

She stumbled out of the car, unsure of herself, the gravel of the driveway crunched under her squeaky-clean sneakers. Her dad handed her the baby pink suitcase she had picked out before they went to Europe - Holy fuck, she went to Europe.

She dragged her suitcase down the driveway and made her way towards the entryway. Her mom was already standing on the front porch unlocking the door, her squealing brothers behind her, eager to see the house. Azzi felt like she had been removed from her body, like she was simply a floating entity, watching from afar.

When the door swung open Jon and Jose sprinted inside, their footsteps and laughter ricocheting off the vaulted ceilings. Azzi stepped in slowly, she needed to be careful, what if houses in Cape Cod had floors that fell out beneath sceptical girls named Azzi, how was she to know?

After a few calculated steps inside she finally dared to look up.

Holy fuck.

It was beautiful, all of it, everything.

The front door opened into a hallway with two doors. On one side, an ornate doorway led to a fancy dining room and the other led to an office, both had big, solid oak tables, and nice chairs and glittery chandeliers.

She walked down further and was met with the biggest windows she’d probably ever seen in her entire life. But it was the view that struck her, the pool in the backyard, the sand dunes and the ocean, the sunrise settling on the horizon. It was beautiful, it looked like it had been plucked straight out of a postcard. Azzi wasn’t even that religious, but if you had told her God had spent his day off building that house, she would’ve believed it.

The living room had big, white, plush couches with mountains of pillows. The kitchen was decked out in white marble and gold appliances. It was a dream come true.

Azzi turned to her parents, who were standing behind her, anxiously awaiting to see what she would say. They were half-convinced she’d beg them to return the house, to save their money in case of an unforeseen complete economic collapse.

Instead, she squeezed them as tight as she could and through a few tears, said, “I love it.”

They went to bed a few hours later after eating chicken caesar salad for dinner. Her mom made them eat on the deck, she said it was called dining ‘alfresco’. Azzi knew that just meant to be snobby and eat outside, but she was happy to go along with whatever her mom wanted.

It turned out that eating alfresco really took it out of her - or maybe she was drained from the extreme levels of unnecessary anxiety she had been operating under for as long as she could remember, either or.

So immediately after dinner she went up to her room. It was a solid half the size of her room at their real house -god saying ‘real’ house felt so pretentious- but at least triple her room at their old house. It was on the left side of the house, her window right across from a window of their neighbor’s house. It had a white-tiled ensuite with a shower and a bathtub, something she planned to use everyday if she could. She even used the bath salts she brought, letting the warm water and rose scent relax her muscles and her mind.

At last she was ready to sleep. With her sleeping mask and bonnet on she tucked herself into the five billion count duvet and started to drift off. As sleep finally began to take over she heard something.

It was quiet at first, a subtle tapping. She rolled over, trying to get the sleep she so desperately needed.

Then it got louder, she realised her window rattling was causing the sound. What the actual fuck was making her window rattle?

She squeezed her eyes shut in annoyance, trying to ignore the impending sense of doom that had settled deep in her stomach.

Of course this would have to be how it ended for her. The universe couldn’t just give her one single thing. She was going to be murdered by some Cape Cod born-and-raised, white linen wearing, birkenstock loving freak who would use her guts as garnishes for acai bowls eaten alfresco; and there was nothing to be done about it.

Accepting her fate, she got out of bed and walked to the window, the freshly varnished hardwood floors cold underfoot.

She braced herself, opening the shutters, only to be confused at the stark lack of creepy murderer person at her window, and the bountiful amount of tiny rocks in her flowerbed.

What was most surprising was the teenage girl standing in the windowsill of the house next door, her arm out and ready to throw another tiny rock.

How was she going to be murdered from so far away? Bow and arrow? Gun? Was she actually going to be stoned to death? Like 1800s style?

Maybe she would just see where the moment took her.

Azzi knew that the shock was clearly etched onto her own face, but she knew that the expression on the other girl’s face showed she was more surprised than her.

They stared at each other in silence for a minute, the girl’s arm still locked in place. It was then Azzi realised she would have to speak first.

“What are you doing?” She whisper-shouted to the girl, wondering if her voice would make it past the seven metre gap between the houses.

“Uhhh trying to talk to you?” The girl whisper-shouted back, seemingly very unsure of herself.

“Why?” Azzi questioned, genuinely confused. Why would this random girl be interested in talking to her?

“I wanted to?” The girl responded, her voice pitched up at the end.

“Why are you saying everything as a question?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

The girl responded, frazzled to the max, “I dunno! Why are you?”

Okay. Maybe she had her there. Whatever.

Azzi answered honestly, “Um, actually I don’t know.”

Then she remembered the whole conversation started because her brand new neighbour was trying to kill her with a plethora of tiny stones, “Why were you throwing rocks at my window??”

The girl paused, looking slightly confused, “To talk to you. I said that, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But like, you don’t even know me. Also it’s the middle of the night, unless I die in the next like seven hours I plan on being here tomorrow.”

She contemplated Azzi’s statement, “Hmm… yeah, I didn’t really think of that. I just wanted to talk to someone my age.”

“How do you even know I’m your age? I could be like thirty-five or something? We’re in Cape Cod for god’s sake doesn’t everybody here drink botox for breakfast?” Azzi interrogated.

She went silent for a moment before a smile broke out across her face, “Yeah, I don’t think a lot of thirty-five year olds sing along to Ariana Grande to unwind.”

Azzi stiffened, she felt her face flush a deep pink despite the slight summer breeze cooling her skin, “You could hear that?”

The girl’s smile grew a little as she crossed her arms across her chest, “I’ll just say that you’re a very talented singer.”

��Oh my god I wish you actually were going to murder me.” She whispered to herself.

Well, she thought she whispered to herself, but she realised she must’ve said it a lot louder when the girl’s face contorted with genuine confusion, “What?”

Azzi tried to regain her cool, “Nothing”

She shrugged, seeming to accept Azzi’s mini soliloquy, before she asked (stated really), “Okay, well, meet me on the beach at sunrise.”

Azzi raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Why would I do that?”

She shrugged, her smug smirk never leaving her face,“Cause I’m oh so charming?”

“Hmm I wouldn’t classify tiny pebble window assault as a particularly charming thing to do.” She retorted.

“I guess you could argue that. Sleep tight, see you on the beach nice and early!” With that the girl gave a quick wave before closing the shutters and her window.

What just happened?

Azzi had had some weird interactions in her nearly seventeen years of living, but none had been able to match the incredibly niche awkwardness and confusion of her interaction with-

Wait.

What was the girl’s name? As a matter of fact, what did she even look like? The warm glow that had been coming out of the girl’s room had only allowed for Azzi to get the slightest idea of what she looked like, and the expressions that she was making.

The questions swirled through her mind at a thousand miles per minute. It was overwhelming, the amount of information she lacked about the girl she was apparently meeting at the beach for sunrise.

She steadied herself.

What was she thinking? Going to the beach to be alone with a complete stranger before the world would even wake up, and also without asking her parent’s permission?

Had her brain been completely scrambled? Had the girl thrown rocks at her so hard the force of it had sent her into a topsy-turvy dimension?

Azzi shut the windows and blinds before walking back to bed and taking a double-and-a-half dose of her melatonin gummy bears.

A little voice told her it was mean not to meet the girl on the beach, then she remembered she never even agreed to do it in the first place, and also, murder was still on the cards, maybe she was just biding her time.

Then at last she fell asleep.

Azzi didn’t even mean to wake up when she did. She didn’t set an alarm, she shut her blinds, she took more melatonin gummies than what was good for her. So when she woke up wide-awake and refreshed at quarter to six, she had no idea why.

She turned back over, trying to lose some of the day to sleep. After what could have been many gruelling hours, but was actually five minutes, of unsuccessfully squeezing her eyes shut, she acquiesced to the sleep gods and rolled herself out of bed.

There was a light chill in the air. Summer was not yet in full swing, with it only being early June and all. So she pulled on denim cutoffs, a purple tank top and an old quarter-zip.

She plucked her phone off her nightstand and put on her sandals. She slipped out of her room, closing her door as quietly as humanly possible.

Padding downstairs, she silently thanked the universe for allowing her to live in a house without steps that creaked under the lightest amount of pressure.

Azzi searched for a set of house keys before she found them inside a shell trinket holder on top of the hall console.

She unlocked the back door, wincing as the lock made a slight scraping sound.

It was still dark, but the sun was beginning to poke out above the sea horizon.

Only when she reached the back fence did she remember all the reasons she thought of the night prior as to why she shouldn’t go.

Then she figured, if this was how she was meant to go, she might as well just let it happen.

So she powered on, trying her hardest to ignore the grains of sand slowly filling up the soles of her sandals as the ground beneath her changed from grass to sand.

When she properly reached the beach she scanned the area, looking for the girl from the night before. She finally spotted her, or at least she spotted the only other person on the beach and figured that was good enough.

“So what’s your name?” Azzi asked as she plopped down next to the girl.

“Well Good morning to you too, sunshine.” She smiled, looking a bit amused by Azzi’s greeting in the form of interrogation.

They fell into silence, Azzi waiting for the girl to respond, and the girl waiting for Azzi to greet her.

Azzi looked at her, studying her face and all the details of her existence she had missed the night before.

She had long blonde hair, cascading over her shoulders, covered up by a big USA basketball hoodie. The lines of her face were sharp and soft at the same time, the curve of her jaw and cheekbones defined. What struck her most about the girl’s appearance were her eyes. They were a bright blue, and reminded her of the waves lapping against the shore only a few feet away from them. The girl was really, really pretty.

After two minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence the girl finally answered, “I’m Paige.”

She smiled at her, at Paige, “Cool, I’m Azzi”

Paige smiled back, “Nice name.”

“Thanks.”

They fell into pleasant chatter. Paige asked a lot of the questions and listened intently as Azzi answered. She laughed at the funny stuff, making witty comments as she listened. It kind of surprised Azzi how charismatic she actually was.

The sun had risen halfway when they fell back into their silence. In the process of their conversation they had unconsciously shuffled closer, sitting shoulder to shoulder as they watched the starburst-colored sky.

“It’s so pretty.” Azzi said in awe, eyes glued to the horizon.

“Yeah it is.” Paige agreed from beside her.

It was nice, just sitting there together, the both of them watching something beautiful happen at the same time.

They talked and talked and talked as the cool morning air gave way to the warmer summer heat, and the sun rose high into the sky.

Azzi learnt that Paige had been born rich, that her dad was the son of a big investor who grew up to become a crazy successful software engineer. She learnt that she was from Minnesota, that she had three half-siblings that she adored. She learnt that she wanted to play basketball at college, but that she wanted to help people in some way when she graduated.

“Well I should probably get back, lots of unpacking to do.” Azzi said, realising it was almost eight-thirty,

“Yeah of course,” Paige paused in contemplation before she added earnestly, “I’m glad you came down Azzi.”

“I’m sure you are.” Azzi quipped, then she bumped her shoulder against Paige’s, rolling her eyes good-naturedly, “Yeah, I’m glad too I guess.”

She stood up, brushing as much sand off of her as she could as she made her way off the beach.

“See you later!” Paige called, waving her arm, smiling.

“See you!” Azzi yelled back, her smile bigger than it had been in a long time.

NOTE: I hope you guys enjoyed!! Thanks so much for reading!! As always feel free to leave reactions and feedback and questions in my inbox!

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 24 days ago

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Hi can I please a platonic dream bbq ena x reader from the human world but when they wake up in that strange digital world they find themselves in a different body. Perhaps they are now a wyvern hybrid somehow, like their head and torso are the same but everything else was changed. Anyway they somehow end up working with ena to help take down the boss and she tries to help them adjust to their new life. Thanks!

One moment, things seemed perfectly normal for you. It was just another mundane afternoon.

And the next...you passed out and woke up somewhere completely foreign. Nowhere near your home, workplace, or anywhere familiar.

It seems you were on some island, with unusual structures, a patterned ceramic floor, and mysterious arches in front of blue entities. And tiny people in paper lanterns strung over your head.

Even the sky looked most unnerving as you flinched at the sight of a massive hazelnut brown eye peering down upon you, like it was some god.

When you tried getting up, you're quick to realize that your arms aren't exactly, well, arms anymore.

Instead they've somehow become dragon wings. They were made of cloth, as though cut from a flag of Wessex, but the claws on them were made of the hardest stone.

Yet as you flapped them, they generated an unusually strong gust of wind that not only propelled you upright, but made you hover at least three feet in the air.

You were startled as you dropped back down to the ground, discovering your legs were also dragonlike, too. They appeared as though they came fresh out of a 3-D printer, but the claws on your feet were also made of stone.

How strange...

And of course, you had a barbed tail that was disconnected from the rest of your body, but it floated behind you. It was covered in scales, resembling that one dragon from that one fantasy video game you recently played with the highest graphic settings applied.

Or....was it the dragon from that one dark fantasy movie you saw in 4K?

You couldn't remember.

The only normal parts about your body were the head and torso, and you still retained the same articles of clothing as before.

Despite all of this, you're not as freaked out as you definitely should have been.

You distinctly remember having arms and legs, but your head was still fuzzy and you couldn't quite make sense of where you were or how you even got here-

"My, my...what big claws you have! Tell me, newcomer, what's your profession? Do your wings help you climb the ladder and attain a well-deserved promotion?"

You see somebody approach you. She definitely wasn't human, but looked humanoid enough to be a familiar sight. Her body was split down the middle, her smile trapped to the red side.

"Um...actually I am-"

"STOP RIGHT THERE!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA SAY!!!" Suddenly her jagged paler side dominates the conversation, frowning deeply. "You're not the Boss!! So let's cut the crap!!"

"Boss? What?" You frown. "I was gonna say I'm not....erm...from around here..."

".....oh--well isn't this a treat? You've arrived from somewhere beyond our business scope! I smell great potential!" Her red half returns to lighten the mood, clasping her mitten hand against her geometric one. "Ena's the name. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I don't...think you could help me. But I'm not from this world. Like at all." You try to explain. "I was somebody else one moment, and the next I woke up here as this...weird, wyvern thing."

She's quiet, taking in all this information, before she chuckles. "Ah. Wyvern! Such a charming name! I concur that your visage may intimidate future clients, but worry not! I can teach you excellent strategies for coping with the ups and downs and works of the trade!! Of course, though, I don't offer my services for free." Her smile falls flat for a moment, her triangular eyes piercing through you. "...you have to agree to the following terms and conditions...."

There's a long pause, and you realize she's waiting for your response.

Even though you had a feeling your name wasn't "Wyvern", you couldn't exactly tell Ena that now---as she's 101% convinced that's your name and wouldn't accept anything else.

"Okay, so what do you need from me? Money?"

"Oh nononononono! No, no, no!! I am not one of those sleazy contractors who entangle poor souls in sign-up fees and cancellation fees!" She huffs, almost sounding insulted. "YOU, my dear draconic associate, are gonna help me find the Boss. You see, he's our next target, and I just know you can put those claws and teeth to work!! So let's shake on it."

Extending her clawed hand, she waits in anticipation, but you were rightfully hesitant.

"That's a kind offer, but...why help me? We just met not even-"

"So what?" Her meaner side grunts, fingers twitching with impatience. "My job sucks, so I might as well have someone else to share in my misery. Besides, I'm the best you got. So what's it gonna be??"

"Yes. Yes..I'll go with you." Sighing, you awkwardly stretch your wing out, your stone claw coming to rest in her palm, and that seemed to suffice for a handshake, as the salesperson half of her smiled. Just a little softer.

"Bless you for your business, Wyvern. I promise you won't regret this. Now let's review the job description."

#the moment i saw 'wyvern' i locked in #clanask #anonymous #ena x reader #ena joel g x reader #ena dream bbq x reader #dream bbq x reader #dragon reader #wyvern reader #hybrid reader #headcanons #platonic

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momo-minomo · 3 months ago

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Fic Fairy Friday: Dick and Tim being brothers

I want to start regularly posting fic recs with one larger rec post of at least 10 recs centered around a theme, trope, or relationship every Friday. Since this is the first one I'm gonna go with my favorite: Tim and Dick being brothers! And as a bonus, a couple of playlists I made for these two on Spotify to listen to while you read if that's your thing. ❤️

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Good Fellows by thatcuriouscat

Summary:

After rescuing Bruce from floating around the past, Tim is Not Okay. What comes next after losing everything that really matters? Tim’s got some thoughts. So do the rest of the family. And Ra’s al Ghul. …And the Joker. Jason looks murderous. “God DAMN it, Tim, this was not the situation I had in mind when I generously taught you how to be a younger brother out of the kindness of my heart!” Even more shocked by this, Dick asks incredulously, “You, Jason Todd-Wayne, tried to give younger brother lessons? Where did you even get the audacity?” Jason rounds on him hotly. “Bitch, you wish you knew how to be a younger brother!” “FOCUS,” Tim demands. “We’ve got like, an hour to pull this off.”

Momo's Notes: Starting this off with my all time favorite Batfam fic. It plays fast and loose with comic canon but the actual characterization for everyone in the Batfam is so freaking perfect. This fic focuses on all of the Bat boys (in this fic Cass hasn't met them yet) and Bruce in the immediate aftermath of him being saved from the timestream but a big part of the plot is the reconciliation between Dick and Tim. Unlike a lot of Tim-centric fics set in this time no one is being unfairly bashed and Tim's stubborness and avoidance of his problem is just as much of a stumbling block in their relationship as Dick's actions in Red Robin. And Dick isn't demonized for making Damian Robin so much as he's criticized for HOW he did it.

tiptoes by thirdgleam

Summary:

Tim wakes up in an alternate dimension. One where he's eleven and living on the streets. One where Batman really does work alone, no Robin by his side. One where Dick is eight years old and the Flying Graysons are still flying. It would all be much easier to deal with if he remembered how he got there. or Tim: Older Brother Extraordinaire (eventually)

Momo's Notes: God this is one is heart-wrenching. Tim struggling with his grief over the family he's been separated from even as he slowly grows to love the versions of them who are adopting him here just shreds my heart. His internal war over wanting to go home but knowing his new little brother Dickie NEEDS him is just SO good. And bonus: if you REALLY want your heart ripped out of your chest check out the side stories from the point of view of Tim's original Batfamily as they struggle with their own grief over losing him. I was in tears SO FAST.

Five Times Dick Was Tim’s Safety Net and One Time Tim Was Dick’s by PrinceJakeFireCake

Summary:

“Tim forced his gaze away from his phone, took a moment to breathe deeply, then tried to figure out the best way not to die anytime soon. For Bruce. For Alfred. For his friends. For Dick.” Dick has always been there for Tim, even before they knew each other.

Momo's Notes: Inspired by the Young Justice comic with the suicide prevention hotline number. One of the things I love most about Dick and Tim's brotherhood is that they lean on each other as equals. When Tim needs help to keep going he calls Dick. When Dick is in over his head, he calls Tim. I love them.

Code Cryptid by SummerKnight717

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson and Tim Drake tag team to make both Bruce and some very unfortunate kidnappers regret all their life decisions. Jason Todd is definitely not the only theatre kid in the family... Dick really doesn't like putting on the Batsuit, thank you very much. So when he has to, he is at least owed some fun in it...

Momo's Notes: How about something short and cheerful after how heavy the last two were? This is in Bruce's pov and is a perfect showcase for how similarly unhinged Tim and Dick are when they work together lol

only you will have stars that can laugh by silverwhittlingknife

Summary:

You coming over is possibly the only thing that’s gonna stop me from wanting to punch your dad in the face, Dick doesn’t say. My current Christmas Day plans are 1) pace around at home, and 2) try not to obsess about what Bruce is up to, so trust me, you’ll be an improvement, Dick doesn’t say. Tim's alone on Christmas Eve. Dick finds out, and fixes it.

Momo's Notes: This is based on (and expands upon) the DCU Holiday Bash 3 comic. It's early in Tim's Robin career, before Babs even knows his name, but after Jack Drake woke from his coma and continues to be the worst. This is such an indulgent big brother Dick fic for me. Him daydreaming about Tim still being his little brother even if his parents hadn't died, that they'd grow up in the circus together, shredded my heart. This fic is just one in a series called A Thousand Ninjas based around Tim and Dick's brotherhood and I recommend reading all of them, they're so good!

Show Me Who I Used To Be by Fairy527

Summary:

While Tim is living with Dick and temporarily stepping in as Nightwing, he helps Dick work through a few memory issues (AKA, a scene from an alternate version of the Ric Grayson plotline)

Momo's Notes: I will never forgive DC for choosing to do the god awful Ric Grayson storyline over Tom King's suggestion to have Tim fill in as Nightwing while helping Dick recover. We could have had SO MUCH brotherhood content! Thankfully we have fics like this one exploring the scenario, though I wish it were longer.

do more harm by dizarys

Summary:

"Hey," Jason laid a hand on his shoulder, "We’re gonna get him back." "Yes," Dick growled, drawing his escrima sticks and clenching them tightly. "We are." He flipped off the stack of shipping containers with a tight somersault, landing lightly. A split second later Jason landed heavy and solid behind him. The four guards didn't stand a chance. --- Dick's temper isn't usually a problem. But when Robin disappears...crossing the line seems a lot easier.

Momo's Notes: I love how feral Dick gets in the comics when Tim is in danger. The number of times Tim's had to physically pull Dick away from beating a dude to death because he hurt/threatened/looked funny at Tim is ridiculous lol. This fic is a double pleasure because it also has some yummy brotherhood moments between Jason and Dick and explores Dick's feelings towards his own rage issues.

how to feed your local demon by InkpotSprite

Summary:

“Oh, don’t forget your–” A few papers fell out as Dick lifted it up, revealing pictures of Nightwing, Robin and Batman in the middle of a fight with Poison Ivy. “Files.” “Ah. Those.” Tim laughed nervously, the sharp, citrus-like taste filling the air. - Dick is an incubus, starved for affection after the loss of Jason. Tim isn't affectionate by nature but wants to help anyway.

Momo's Notes: This is adorable. In an AU where supernatural creatures are normal Dick is an incubus (not necessarily sexual they feed on emotions in general) and kid!Tim is worried that Bruce's emotionally stunted ass is starving his oldest son. So he takes it into his own hands to keep Dick well fed with hero worship and affection.

a soft place to land by unchosenone

Summary:

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.” Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

Momo's Notes: Yes! THIS is the Tim and Dick I know and love! Dick is always ready to put aside his own issues to support his little brother but he never quite gets that Tim is just as willing to support him in whatever way he needs. They're equals and they balance one another.

CONTENT WARNING: This last rec deals with aftermath and trauma of a canonical sexual assault

In the comics both Dick and Tim have been repeatedly assaulted and then DC pretends it never hap

pened. This fic deals with Tim having been nearly SA'd by the Daughter of Acheron in Red Robin and Dick finding out about it and both of them dealing with it together. It's well written but if that content will trigger you please avoid it!

Pinned by orphan_account

Summary:

"It’d been a long time since the catacombs. Cass had been there, she’d saved him, he knew that. But in the rush of everything that came after that night, he hadn’t exactly had an opportunity to think about it. Hadn’t wanted to process any of it. The whole thing had been shoved into the back of his brain and locked up tight. Now, it was like everything was throwing itself against the chains in protest, begging him to think and feel and remember, and he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t." Or The aftermath of Red Robin #24/#25 with Tim and Dick talking together. TW for past attempted rape, please read the tags and check the notes for more specific tw's

Momo's Notes: If DC is going to use SA in their comics I wish they'd be brave enough to actually address the trauma and long lasting effects SA would have on the characters. This story deals with the realistic consequences Tim would have to face after Red Robin 24/25 and explores how Dick would respond to it considering his own trauma.

Spotify Playlists!

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson - Chaos Robins

Tim Drake | Red Robin - Genius and Loyalty

Dick Grayson | Nightwing - Cheerfully Kicking Your Ass

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the next day:

you and dion arrive at the small cottage just as the sun finishes climbing over the trees, warming the morning air with the golden hue of spring. it's quiet — peaceful in a way you never knew you needed. the town nearby is still waking up, and the sound of birdsong floats through the open sky.

the first thing you notice is the tree.

it’s massive — its trunk thick and weathered, like it’s been there for centuries. wide branches stretch across the sky, casting dappled shadows onto the grass below, the leaves fluttering with every breeze like soft whispers.

you stop in front of it, looking up with an odd sort of comfort in your chest. “that tree looks like a nice place to be buried under, right didi?”

dion pauses beside you. “…do you casually talk about your death like this in your own world?”

you blink. “no, why do you ask?”

he gives you a long stare. “don’t do it again,” he says, and even though his tone is calm, it’s clearly not a suggestion.

“okay,” you say, a little sheepish, but grinning all the same. “now let’s go inside, i wanna see it!”

you grab his hand, fingers lacing with his, and tug him toward the front door like an excited child on a school trip.

the moment you step inside, it feels like exhaling after holding your breath too long. the air is warm and lightly scented with wood. it’s small, but every corner feels thoughtful — soft cushions, shelves waiting for books, a little fireplace already stacked with logs.

you race around the cottage in delight — checking the cozy little kitchen, the snug bathroom, the sunlit living room with its slightly uneven wooden floor. finally, you jog up the creaky stairs, nearly slipping in your socks, and burst into the bedroom.

it’s simple, but welcoming. soft blankets are folded at the edge of the bed, and sunlight pools on the floor from the window. you open the closet doors with both hands.

“…uuuuh didi, what’s this?” you ask, staring at rows of neatly folded clothes. none of them are yours.

“for a while you’ve been wearing hand-me-downs,” he says from behind you. “so i bought you more clothes.”

your heart swells a little too quickly. you turn around, smiling. “thanks, didi. you even remembered i don’t like the frilly big ones.”

he steps closer, resting his hands gently on your shoulders. “i have enough money for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. do not concern yourself with finding work.”

you pout, exaggerated. “but it’s gonna get boring here. life was already dull enough at agriche when all i did was walk around and go to tea parties. now i actually want to do some stuff.”

he raises a brow. “like what?”

“like, umm… work at a bar! a tavern, or something.”

he frowns immediately. “there are too many men there, who will take advantage of you.”

you raise your brows, dramatically clutching your chest. “so i won’t have my amazing, dazzling, strong, handsome, tall husband to protect me?”

he exhales slowly, but you catch the amused twitch at the corner of his mouth. “…why not work at a library?”

“is there one in the town next to us?” you ask, suddenly interested.

“surely there is. there’s one almost everywhere.”

“then i guess that will have to do. i’ll finally get a job!”

he raises a brow again. “having a job isn’t all that exciting.”

“it is when it’s your first job and you don’t need to worry about money,” you say, spinning slightly in place before walking toward the window. “but i wonder if i’ll even get the job. i got here three years ago and i don’t know the lingo.”

“you’ll get the job,” he says. “i’ll make sure of it.” his voice is flat, but the way he says it makes you laugh — like it’s a threat, but not to you.

“haha, thank you didi,” you say, resting your hands on the windowsill.

outside, the world is waking up. the sun is rising higher, bathing the treetops in warm light. butterflies dance between flowers. little animals scurry through the brush. birds sing from the canopy.

“the start of a new life,” you murmur.

“are you getting sentimental?” he asks, smirking.

“maybe. shit, i dunno. this is the kinda stuff you see at the end of an anime or a movie. ‘we are the one piece’ or something like that.”

he tilts his head slightly. “i see. maybe this is a sentimental moment.”

you hum in agreement. maybe it is.

maybe, for once, it’s okay to live in a quiet ending.

you stay at the window for a long moment, watching as the world outside stretches and shifts, alive with the hum of a new day. dion stands beside you, his presence steady and calm. neither of you speak for a while. you don’t need to.

in the distance, a breeze rolls through the forest, rustling the tall grass and swaying the branches of the great tree outside. petals from some nearby flower float past the window, caught in the wind like confetti after a celebration.

you close your eyes for a moment, listening — to the birds, to the leaves, to the faint clatter of the town waking up somewhere beyond the trees. the kind of peace you never thought you'd find has become your new normal. and somehow, you're not waiting for the next storm.

you and dion spend the rest of the morning unpacking, slowly. there’s no rush. you laugh when he tries to hang a portrait crookedly, and he smirks when you knock over a box while dancing around the living room to a song stuck in your head from your old world.

later, you both eat lunch on the porch. it’s simple — bread, fruit, some tea — but it’s warm, and the sun rests on your shoulders like a familiar hand. the butterflies come and go. a fox trots by in the distance, curious but uninterested.

“i think we’ll be okay here,” you say quietly, sipping your tea.

dion doesn’t respond immediately. he simply looks at you, eyes soft, thoughtful in the way only he could be. then, he nods. “we will.”

and that’s that.

no final twist, no last goodbye waiting to creep up behind you. just the wind, the forest, and the little home you’ve built together.

when the stars come out that night, you fall asleep with the window cracked open, letting the night breeze drift in. dion lies beside you, arm around your waist, steady heartbeat against your back.

in another world, in another story, maybe this would be just the calm before another storm. but here — here, it’s the end.

and maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.

#the way to protect the female lead’s older brother #twtptflob #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #roxana agriche #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #lante agriche #cassis pedelian #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #smut #twtptflob smut #manhwa smut #dion agriche x reader

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bucks-babe · 1 year ago

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maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !!

My Guardian, My Angel, My Love

Pairing: Bucky x angel!reader

Summary: For the first time Bucky gets to experience peace because of his sweet angel.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst?, actually a lot of angst, I don’t know how it got that way but it did, it gets happy though, fluff, smut (I can’t help myself), oral f!receiving, handjob, awkward sex talk, like really awkward, talk about heaven and dying, talk about life after death and immortality, angels based off of Supernatural but I changed a few things, blood, nearly dying, gunshots, reader doesn’t have a soul but can still love because I said so, reader knows when and how everyone dies but can’t tell them, reader has wings, 3rd person, age gap (reader is eons old), wings being a metaphor for sexual assault?, think Maleficent, no use of Y/N, so many emotions

A/N: This is not supposed to force any religion nor be an accurate representation of any religion. I din't go with panic attack, rather I had him almost die. I was feeling angsty

The moment Bucky’s knees hit the ground he knows it's over, that this is the end. He knew this was the way he would go out, on a mission, desperately trying to atone all his misdeeds. Tendrils of pain shot throughout his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. When his side hit the ground, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he went, limbs feeling too heavy. He couldn’t hear Steve screaming for help, scrambling for anything to stop the bleeding.

What Bucky did hear though, was a ruffle, almost like a flock of birds flying by, then a figure he’d never seen before stood above him. She’s here to take me. It didn’t strike Bucky as odd that she was the only thing that was clear, the rest of his view blurry and unfocused. He tried to speak, he really did, but no words came out, the breath leaving his lungs not enough to push any words out.

The woman crouches down, hand cupping his cheek with such softness tears leave his eyes, wiped away by Steve in the quinjet who seemingly can’t see her. “Close your eyes, my love. When you wake up, I’ll be there.” Fuck, this is really happening. Fear coursed through his body, scared of what punishment his sins earned him. I deserve to go to hell for what I’ve done.

A guttural whine passes his lips; Steve chokes back sobs next to his lifelong friend. “Shh, none of that, now. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise. You can rest now.” All at once, the pain is gone. Bucky feels like he’s floating - it’s wonderful.

Bucky has no problem opening his eyes. What the fuck? This is hell? Well damn. The most wonderful sound meets his ears - a giggle, soft and delicate. “No, my love, this is not hell and you’re not dead.” She comes into view. She’s gorgeous. Wait, I’m alive! Apparently, Bucky says that last part because Steve’s gasp enters his ears.

“Yeah, Buck, you’re alive. Gave us a scare though, didn’t uh, didn’t know if you would make it.” Bucky doesn’t respond right away, too busy looking around for his mystery woman, only to be met with the walls of the med bay. “Hey, I’m right here, Buck, look at me.” It’s not the woman, rather it’s Steve.

“How long was I out? What happened?”

“A few days. It was touch and go for some time but you bounced back. When we were on the mission, Hydra had a sniper posted outside. He got you right in the stomach.” Bucky could hear the emotion in Steve’s voice, the fear of losing his best friend still leaving him shaken up.

“Well, they’re a pretty shitty shot if you ask me. Could have gotten one right between the eyes with one of those shit guns we got in the war.” Steve coughs out a laugh, turning into a belly laugh a few seconds later. Bucky would laugh with him, but the bullet wound in his abdomen says he shouldn’t. He still doesn’t see the woman, though. Maybe I just made her up.

A few days later, doctor Cho gives him the all clear to leave the med bay; however, he’s off duty for the foreseeable future and not any amount of his grumbling changed her mind. Still, Bucky hasn’t seen the woman. He feels a little crazy that he misses her, well crazier.

Slowly, he makes his way to his room. Steve offered to help but Bucky wanted to do this on his own, having been tended to his whole stay in hospital. He puts in his password on the keypad Tony installed when Bucky first arrived, when the fear that Hydra would come back and take him was too much to bear. His room is the same way he left it, except for a woman on his bed. Not just any woman though, it was his mystery lady.

Someone’s gonna have to put me in the cuckoo's nest. She laughs as if she can hear his thoughts. God, I hope not. “God has bigger things to worry about than such an inconspicuous fear as that, my love.” She sits up, facing him, the most beautiful smile gracing her lips.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” He feels like he already knows the answer, but asks anyway. If this woman is made up, of course she can read his mind. She just smiles and rises to her feet, walking over to him.

“What do you think, my love?” She tilts her head, a soft smile still resides on her lips. He feels so safe with her and she isn’t even real, just a figment of his imagination, a ruse to comfort himself in what he thought were his last moments. “I am very real, I’ll have you know.”

Bucky doesn’t know why, but he believes her. He believes this woman who showed up randomly on a field, who his best friend couldn’t see, and who disappeared without a trace. “How then? How did you do it?”

“Do what, my love?” She grabs his hand and leads him to the bed, helping him sit, finding a spot next to him.

“Save me, hear my thoughts, hide from Steve, disappear, get into my room, all of it. It’s not natural. Either you’re a ghost, or a mutant, or a reaper who was trying to take me. I don’t know, but you’re something.” Another laugh escapes her. He should be terrified of her, but he can’t find it in himself to be, her presence emanating calm.

“Well aren’t you a clever one? However, I’m none of those things nor did I save you. It just wasn’t your time yet. I’m an angel, though, to answer your question.” Bucky just stares, not believing her. This has to be a joke. “No joke, my love. If you want, I can prove it to you.” Bucky doesn’t even question why she calls him my love, the sound of it just too nice to stop.

Bucky just nods, words failing him. She rises to her feet, turning to stand in front of him. He hears them before he sees them, the same ruffle he heard as he lay dying. Then he sees them. A pair of dark wings coming from her back. She doesn’t spread them all the way, too big to fit in the small space of his room. “They’re black.” She throws her head back, a loud, beautiful laugh fills his ears.

“That was your first thought? You don’t like them? Personally I think they’re quite nice.” It was the first thing that came to his mind, the rest blank. Maybe he should have asked for more proof, but he knows she would never lie to him. He doesn’t know how he knows, he just does.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought they’d be white. With the whole angel thing, you know?” She hums.

“There is a lot humans have wrong about us. I mean, plenty of us have white wings, but they come in many colors. If you can believe it, this isn’t even my true form.” Bucky is confused, she looks so real. A tangible human, someone he can touch.

“What is your true form then? Can I see it?” That’s a little personal to ask, dumbass.

“Well, that is a little complicated. Only one human has seen my true form and it didn’t go well. I thought she could handle it, but when she saw me, well let’s just say she couldn’t see from then on.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “Anything else you want to ask me?”

Her wings are still out, folded against her back. They look so soft. “Can I touch your wings?” Her wings shift slightly. If he wasn’t trained to observe everything and everyone, Bucky wouldn’t have known that she was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know-”

“That’s okay. An angel’s wings are very personal. They’re sensitive and even for an ethereal being, it's very personal - intimate.”Clearing her throat, she changes the subject. “I know your name, my love. Might I say, it’s very pretty, but you don’t know mine.” Bucky picks up on her attempt to move his attention away from her wings.

“What is it then? I can’t call you angel forever, however fitting it may be.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a name. I’m a cherubim. The only angels who have names are the archangels, the first borns.”

It was Bucky’s turn to smile.”My little cherub.” She doesn’t tell him that cherub is the plural of cherubim. Until this day, Bucky didn’t know that angels could get shy, yet here his sweet cherub is, shying away from his piercing eyes. He bets if he felt her face he would feel the heat on them. “I have to ask though, my little cherub, why did you come to me?”

She became serious, staring right into his eyes. “Because God commanded it.”

“What does God want to do with me? Out of all the people in this world, he chose me?” A pained look crossed her face and she walked over to him, kneeling in front of him like he was her God. Her hands ran up his arms, goosebumps rising at the pass of her hands. He almost stopped breathing - he could feel her hand on his left arm. He hasn’t felt anything with that hand since he fell of that train.

Hands still rising, she cups his face with both hands, making him look into her eyes. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” It wasn’t a question. She knew. “That is why he sent me. He sent me because you deserve it. You deserve to let go.” At that moment, Bucky broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, somehow without pain in his fresh wound.

She pulls him into her, wrapping her arms around him. His face buried in her neck, arms clutching her back. She hesitates for a second, no one having touched her wings in thousands of years, yet she cocoons him with them, shielding him from the world. It only makes Bucky cry harder, her wings holding every bit of softness he thought they would. The comfort she brings unlike any other he experienced before.

Her arms rub his back as she coos to him. Soft words spoken into his hair. “Shh, my love, I’m here. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. I will die before I let that happen.” The conviction in her tone sets him off more, unable to comprehend someone would do that for him without a second thought. A being, older than he can even fathom, is ready to give it all away for a mesley human. A speck of dust in her life. His entire existence no longer than a second when compared to hers.

That’s how it was for a while, Bucky’s sweet cherub staying with him. At night she would wrap her wings around him, keeping him safe. Bucky knows that her powers are the reason his nightmares are gone. At first he was glad that he could finally sleep, but then the guilt crept in. Why should he be allowed to forget the horrors he committed? Their families didn’t get that condolence.

When he told her this she wasn’t having any of it, wings jerking in annoyance. It was something that he picked up on, how when she experienced emotions her wings would move in different ways, always giving her away.

“I swear, my love, you’re going to make my wings turn gray with all this. I have lived a long life, longer than you can comprehend, so when I tell you that I have seen the best and the worst of this world, I mean it. And you, my love, are a good man. There is a reason God sent me to you.” Her wings surrounded him and he felt himself relax. “There is no quest to send you on, no mission that the world hangs in the balance of. It’s just you. A man who needs to see the good in himself.” Bucky hangs his head in shame, not meeting her eyes.

“You think your purpose is suffering for the things you couldn’t control? My purpose is to save you. My love,” she cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears he didn’t know had formed, “I have done far worse things in my life. Horrific things, yet I’m here right now, with you. Please, let me take your pain away.”

None of this was easy for Bucky. No one has ever had their sole purpose be him. Back in the forties he took care of Steve, he stepped up when his father left. When he was no longer the Winter Soldier, Steve helped him, but Steve’s care never felt like this. Bucky knows that he’s fallen in love with her. He knows that she knows, but what he doesn’t know is if she feels the same.

What he doesn’t know is that she is fighting the same battle, the feeling of love is one she has never had before. It all came to a head one night, Bucky wrapped in her wings, her head on his chest. “Cherub?” She felt the vibrations in his chest.

“Yes, my love.”

“You said that we could be together for the rest of my life, right?” She did say that when he was worried that she would leave him after her mission was complete.

“I did.” One thing about her is that she never gave long answers to questions, not used to having to talk with humans.

“What happens when I die? Where will I go? I want you to be there with me.”

She sighed, thinking about how to convey her words properly. “When you die… you’ll go to heaven. It has already been decided. If you choose, when you go, I will be there with you for the rest of our existence, but you don’t have to make a decision now. My body will age with yours, follow you to the end of your life. When your time comes, we will leave and go to heaven where we will both be young again.”

Without hesitation Bucky answers, “I want that. I want you to be with me for the rest of eternity.” There was no doubt in his mind. Even though he met her a few months ago, he knew. “I have to ask, what is heaven like?”

She sits up a bit, shifting to lay on his chest, wings still cocooning them, keeping them in their own little bubble. “There is no one heaven. Not everyone who ever went there is in the same place. Heaven is made up of small pockets of personal heavens. People who lost their loved ones meet again, your happiest memories are relived, there is no pain or sorrow, you can have anything you want.”

Bucky felt the pull of his chest, emotion bubbling up. “Is my ma there? And Becca?” The words come out thick, a lump forms in Bucky’s throat. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

She looks into his eyes. “Yes, they are. They’re together and they’re waiting for you. I have seen them myself, right before I left to meet you. They talk very highly of you, my love.”

Tears fall from his face, the pain in his chest all the time at the greatest loss of his life eased slightly. “Can I talk to them?” He knows it's a long shot, but if there is a chance he wants it.

“I’m so sorry, my love, but I can’t. Even I don’t have the power to do that. If I could, I would.” A pained whine leaves his lips. “Hey, you know who is waiting for you too?” She waits a beat before speaking anyway. “Your dog from when you were a kid. He’s in his prime, always will be. His days are spent chasing rabbits around the yard.”

“Balto’s up there too?” A small smile graced his face, crows feet appearing by his eyes.

“Yeah. If it is any consolation, time passes differently up there. The longing you feel right now for them, they feel the same only it’s made easier by us.” Bucky only nods, staring into her eyes, seeing nothing but truth. His eyes flicker to her lips and back up. “You can, my love, I want you to.”

That was all Bucky needed to hear. Gently cupping her cheek, he guided her lips to his. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. They had all the time in the world and then some. Bucky never felt anything this good in his life and he was only kissing her. When she licked his lips, he opened mouth without a thought, brain clouded with love just for her.

He moaned into the kiss, the feeling of her tongue on his incredible. At his sound, Bucky felt her wings flutter under him. Breaking the kiss, he giggled. Bucky actually giggled. She reared her head back, slightly affronted by his laugh when she just kissed him.

“I’m sorry, my little cherub, it’s just that your wings tickled me.” She huffs and a second later, her wings are gone the only sign they were ever out is the small black feather on the bed. “No, cherub, don’t put them away. I love them.” She wasn’t really offended, but she wanted to tease him a bit.

Her wings were always out around Bucky, comfortable enough to reveal the most intimate and personal part of herself to him. He was the first human in thousands of years to touch them, but he was the only one to be wrapped in them. The only time they were touched was when a man cut them off her back. It was a time when she trusted humans, not knowing the atrocities they were capable of.

Her wings were white then, when she was pure and unknowing of the hate humans possessed. God crafted her a new pair. Of course she accepted them, but her feathers turned black, scared she looked to her father. When he said that it was because of the wrongs his creations did, it broke something in her, took away her purity, teaching her a lesson. Father never blamed her for it, he knew she would heal with time. It was part of the reason he sent her to the man she lays in bed with.

Bucky didn’t know this, he didn’t know how much she was betrayed by humans, only for her to trust him and him alone. She playfully glares at him before bringing her wings back out, sitting up on his lap. Gently, more gentle than he has been in years, Bucky reaches out to touch them. She lets him feel them whenever he wants, even wrapping him in them as he sleeps, but this was a completely different setting.

She was so vulnerable at this moment. Her wings flapped, a nervous tick of her’s, making Bucky pull away immediately. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She swallows before meeting his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch them. It’s just that only one other human has touched them. There was a time where I was naive and innocent, not knowing what humans were capable of.” She pauses and Bucky sits up, back against the headboard and laces his fingers with hers, feeling the softness on his metal hand.

“It was a man, he had a family, a kid and a wife. They struggled to survive, trading their valuables for a slice of bread. Father sent me to help them, take away their sorrows. Said he was an honest man trying to make an honest living.” Bucky senses where her story is going, hoping that it doesn’t end the way he fears, but the pain in her eyes is palpable, a human emotion angels almost never experience.

He waits for her to continue, not forcing her to speak. “At first, they were grateful, having everything they needed. They had their health, food on the table, but the man grew greedy. He wanted more. One day, as I was watching his child in a field, keeping her safe from the horrors of the world, he snuck behind me with a sword he got from a blacksmith, sharper than any blade. He-he cut my wings right off my back.”

Tears fell from her eyes, not having relived that moment for thousands of years. Bucky felt his heart physically ache. She was sent to heal him, but it was his turn to do the same. “You know, my wings used to be white?” She looks into his eyes, red with tears. “When he hurt me, Father took me back to heaven, crafting me another pair. They were white but when he gave them to me, they turned black.”

A whine leaves her lips and Bucky pulls her into him, careful not to touch her wings. “Oh, my sweet little cherub, I’m here and I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I’ve never felt as content as I have with you, never so happy and I will do anything to keep you safe. I love you, no matter what you have done, I’ll still love you.” This only made her cry harder. Human emotions were foreign to her, but spending so much time with Bucky caused her to develop them. It was almost overwhelming, going from not having anything to having so much fill her body.

“Father said that it was because the man took my innocence, showed me the evil of the world. I’ve never seen him apologize for anything, yet that day he was broken, realizing that his creations, even the ones he thought were good, are capable of unspeakable atrocities. They will never turn white again because I’m ruined.” Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. His sweet cherub thinking she is anything less than perfect breaks his heart.

“My cherub, you saved me, now let me do the same for you. Let me heal you like you have me.” Leaning back slightly, she took his hands in her own, drawing them up her waist to her back, moving them to touch her wings. At his touch, she gasped, eyes closing forcing more tears to cascade down her face. The feeling of his gentle hands, hands that have done so much harm, resting on the most violated part of her body was something she never thought would happen.

She didn’t know she could love until she met Bucky, finally placing a word to the indescribable warmth that spreads throughout her body every time she thinks of him. “I love you too, my love. Forever and ever, til you die, til the end of time, in heaven and on earth.” They were both crying, neither experiencing the tenderness of love before.

He brings her down, kissing her with as much passion as he possibly could, tasting the mixture of both of their tears. Her arms clutching onto him, trying to get closer. He did the same, one hand running across her wings like he was trying to wash away the taint of betrayal his kind caused.

Shifting on his lap, she feels the bulge of his cock, half hard pressed up against her. Gasping, she pulls away. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it just-.” She silences him with her lips, drawing a groan from him, subconsciously grinding down onto him. “Cherub, we have to stop, I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, I can’t do that to you.”

Her hips stutter on his. “My love, I want to, I need to. Need to be closer to you, please grant me this.” His hands run up and down her sides, soothing the heat of her skin.

“Any time you want to stop, or don’t like something, you tell me. Okay? This is about me showing you how perfect you are.” She nods, kissing him one more time. Bucky’s hands slide up her shirt, resting on her soft skin, palms feeling the goosebump under his touch. Looking up at her for permission to take her shirt off, she nods.

Bucky did that with every piece of clothing, every move he made. Soon they were both naked, her wings splayed out on the bed, twitching in a way he never saw before - arousal. “My, my love, I have to tell you something.” He pulls his eyes away from her wings to look into her eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Angels, we don’t do this, I don’t know what to feel right now.”

Hands cupping her cheeks, he smiles at her, relaxing into his touch. “Do you feel safe?” She nods. “Do you feel like you have to do this for me?” She shakes her head. “Do you want me to please you?” She nods once again. “We don’t have to do anything with this,” he gestures to his throbbing erection.

“I want to, I just need you to show me what to do.” The thought that she trusts him enough to take care of her makes his cock pulse, aching for some type of relief.

“Let me make you feel good, okay? All you have to do is lay back and tell me how it feels.” She nods her head in understanding, worries slowly fading away. He kisses down her body, taking the time to swirl his tongue around his sensitive nipples, grinning at the small gasp it draws from his cherubs lips.

Going further down, his face is right in front of her pussy, smelling her intoxicating scent. “Keep your eyes on me, cherub.” She gulps. For a minute, Bucky just stares at her pussy, breathing her in, memorizing how wet she is before his tongue flicks out onto her clit.

“Oh, that feels good. Can you do it again?” She was so sweet, asking so kindly for him to deliver her pleasure.

“Of course I can.” And with that, Bucky dives into her pussy, restraining himself from devouring her. He groans into her cunt, already addicted to her taste, the moans she lets out are soft and breathy, yet it’s one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard, only competition being her laugh.

“My love, I don’t, what is happening to me?” Bucky pulls away from her cunt, reaching up to lace their hands together.

“Just let that feeling wash over you. It’s okay, I’ll catch you when you fall, I’m here.” He goes right back to her pussy, lapping her juices up, eyes boring into hers. She was twitching on the bed, hips bucking up to meet his tongue. Bucky chuckles when he sees her wings flap, not knowing what to do with the pleasure coursing through her.

Her orgasm comes as a surprise to her, never experiencing one before, nor knowing what they were. Her eyes shoot open, wings beating wildly, body almost convulsing on the soft sheets. Bucky pulls away, not trying to overstimulate her. He almost cums at the sight of her, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

It takes her a while, but she comes down, wings falling limp on the bed as Bucky crawls up her body, resting in between her legs. “My love, what was that? I thought I was about to die.”

Barking out a laugh, Bucky leans down. “That was an orgasm, sweet cherub. How did it feel?” She whines, not able to put what she felt into words.

“Like nothing I have ever felt before. It was incredible.” Her eyes close. Bucky is perfectly happy to hold her, not caring about his own orgasm, but her eyes shoot open, wide and curious. “Can you have one, too?”

Another laugh leaves him. “Yes, cherub, I can. It’s a little different from yours though.” Her eyes squint in confusion, clearly not understanding what could be different. “Well, for one, what I have looks a little different to yours, doesn’t it?” She nods. Bucky never thought he would be giving “The Talk” to an angel, but here he was. “When I have an orgasm, stuff comes out of this tip, right here.” He grabs his cock to show her.

“Can I see it? How do I make you do that?” It was Bucky’s turn to be surprised.

“Cherub, you don’t have to do that.” Her glare is enough to make Bucky continue. “Um, there are a few different ways. I could put it inside of you, that feels good for you too.”

“In where?” Bucky huffs, not in annoyance, but this talk is turning him off. Not that he’s mad at that, but the conversation feels like talking to a child, someone who hasn’t experienced anything sexual and it wasn’t exactly turning him on, it felt wrong to have this talk naked.

“In this hole right under where I was touching you. There is another one under that, but it’s different from the other. Or your mouth, but also a hand. Pretty much anything that could rub against that area.” Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. His cock was going soft right in front of her eyes.

“Can I do one? I want to see you orgasm.” Her eyes were so bright and eager, he couldn’t say no to his cherub. He nods, only for her to glance down at his soft cock. “Why is it smaller now? I think it’s kind of cute.”

This has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. No woman has ever called his dick cute, or made a comment on its size when soft. He gets compliments on how big he is when he’s hard, but soft is a different story. He’s a grower not a shower. He has to admit, his encounter is damaging his ego a bit. “It gets bigger when I’m aroused, but if it’s not touched it gets softer.” He’s lying straight through his teeth, he can stay hard for hours without touching his dick.

“If you touch it, it gets big again.” She switches positions, having him on his back, resting between his legs, face right next to his cock. He feels himself twitch and she jerks her head in surprise, giggling at her own reaction. She begins to almost pet him, it feels good but not what he needs.

He reaches down, guiding her hand to gather the precum at his tip, slowly pulling it back down, tightening her grip on his dick. “Oh, wow, it’s getting bigger. It’s so hard.” Her amazement at something so simple as a dick getting hard is endearing.

Bucky grunts when he twists her hand. “I liked that sound.” Her words make him groan again, cock all the way hard. His hips buck into her hand and he lets her hand go, trusting her to keep her pace. It’s slow but firm, driving him insane. He wants her to go faster, harder, but this is about her, letting her discover at her own pace.

“Spit on the tip, it’ll make it easier to move.” She does so without hesitation. Bucky’s head flies back into the headboard, moaning at her soft hands working his cock. “Just like that, cherub, you’re doing so good. This feels incredible.” Bucky meant every word of it. Her hand honestly felt better than the full blown sex he’s had in the past. Maybe it was because he loved her with all his heart, or maybe it was because she was an angel, either way, Bucky didn’t have it in himself to care.

“You look so pretty like this, my love. I love this, making you feel good.” Bucky’s hips pick up speed, feeling his orgasm building up in the base of his cock.

“Cherub, I’m going to cum. Please keep going just like that.” She figures he means orgasm since he is jerking just like she was. The urge to make him orgasm was almost too much to bear, wanting him to show her how beautiful he was when he lets go. “Oh, cherub, I’m about to, oh fuck.” He moans long and loud, cum spurting out of his tip. She gasps at the force of it but doesn’t let up her pace. She had never seen anything more beautiful than her love in this moment.

He has to stop her, not knowing that he needed a break. “Love, I want to make you do that again.” She scoops some of his cum off his stomach with her finger and just stares at it.

“You can taste it if you’d like.” She eagerly licks her fingers, eyes bulging at his taste, dropping down to lick the rest of it off his body. “Come here, cherub.” He pulls her into a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He pulls the cover over their bodies, her wings instinctively wrapping around him.

“Thank you, my love, for always taking care of me. I was sent to save you, yet I feel that it’s the other way around.” Bucky doesn’t think so. He knows that she saved him. They fall asleep together and in the morning they will find that her wings are just a bit lighter than the night before.

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injvns · 5 months ago

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then because she goes - kim jungwoo

wc: 1.0k

notes; inspired by the 1975 song,, i love jungwoo and i love this song and i hope you love this little thing i put together :)

leaving jungwoo's house was always so much harder than getting there.

you came over today with the intention of spending the day with your boyfriend before you both went to a dinner you were invited to at johnny's house. this plan started off going well.

jungwoo took you to your favorite café and you ate breakfast together while you talked about literally anything that came to mind; you had just seen him yesterday so there wasn't much to update him on. speaking of, leaving his place yesterday had become a whole ordeal, him begging you to stay, but you had to go home so you could at the very least pick up your clothes for today. with how yesterday went, you don't know how you didn't expect something similar to happen today.

the windows are open, a breeze floating its way into the bedroom as the sun goes to rest for the night. the two of you are currently tangled, limbs flowing over one another. you drown in each other.

"i don't think i can ever get up again.." he admits as he turns to face you.

the love in his eyes pours warmth over your body like molten hot lava. saying he looked at you as if you were his whole world would be remiss. he looked at you as if you were the world, ever expanding in greatness and beauty.

"woo, we're supposed to leave half-past eight," you respond, knowing it's a useless reminder "we have to get up soon or we're gonna be late."

"who cares about johnny's stupid dinner? i can describe delicious food to you from right here!"

you laugh at his exclamation, it's a sound that fills jungwoo with great pride, knowing he's the man who gets to draw that happiness out of you every day.

"i can't eat words."

"says who?"

"science, probably."

"forget about science, if we try hard enough i'm sure we can make it happen."

you don't bother to respond with words, the smile you give him says all that needs to be said. he smiles back. the sun has set, your bedside lamp being the only source of 'light', but jungwoo brings a light to the room that could outshine even the brightest of stars.

the kiss you share is just as beautiful as every single one that preceded it, lips meeting to further connect your bodies. it's familiar, and filled with many unspoken i love you's. if jungwoo was light, you are the prism that fractures him, bringing rays of color into his life he had failed to see before.

your lips part from each other, but your bodies don't, foreheads filling the lost touch. you stay like this for a while, words lost to you both. you don't know how much time passes before you can't help but peek behind your boyfriend to check the clock. it reads '7:56'.

"woo, it's getting close to eight." you whisper it like the words are forbidden.

he doesn't respond with actual words, but with a sigh-turned-whine that conveys his feelings perfectly.

"i know baby, i don't want to get up either, believe me." your hand finds its way to the back of his head, running your fingers through the ends of his hair.

"i wish you were ugly, it'd make it so much easier to get away from you that way." he says it so earnestly, you can't help but let out a laugh of disbelief.

"oh my god! are you trying to get me to get up?" you say through laughs.

"i'm just being honest! you are way too pretty for me, pretty."

"you're the prettiest, woo." he shakes his head at you with a smile.

silence envelops the bedroom again.

"are you really gonna get up and leave me?"

"we have to get ready, baby, we should've already started 20 minutes ago."

"i hate johnny."

you huff out a laugh at his ridiculousness.

you sigh, then look at jungwoo. he knows it's time, he frowns.

your legs begin to separate from his, not without protests from your boyfriend.

"this is genuinely the worst thing that's ever happened to me, i hope you know that."

you just give him a look in response.

you pull your arm out from under his head, and finally sit up on the edge of the bed. jungwoo goes silent, but looks at you with his stupid sad puppy dog eyes.

"it had to happen eventually, puppy boy." guilt seeps into your words, but you keep moving to get ready. you stand up, walking to the bathroom, fully leaving jungwoo to his own devices.

dramatic as it may be, his heart wants to cry at the fact that you've left him (gone to the other room). today has really shown jungwoo that he needs to just ask you to move in with him. he takes a good 10 minutes to lay in bed and mope before he starts getting ready himself.

after you both get ready and are preparing to walk out the door, you take one last look in the mirror. jungwoo cranes down to put his head on your shoulder.

"beautiful.." he whispers as he watches you watch yourself.

a shy smile makes its way onto your face. it's a word he says to you a lot, but he always says like he's awestruck. as if the word can't help but escape him, a confession of love that he couldn't keep in.

he spins you around to face him, "just know after today, this will be our house, not mine. i can't stand watching you leave me one more time, pretty."

your shy smile widens into an earnestly happy one, "finally, i was waiting to see how long it would take you."

he looks at you for a second before breaking into a smile, a small laugh leaving him. he doesn't say anything after that, just grabs your hand and leads you out the door.

you know him way too well, and he loves you way too much.

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mythicmanuscripts · 4 months ago

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Aemond and Aegon’s (separately) top three kinks and top three favorite forms of aftercare?

Oooo very good question Anon!! I'm gonna write a little bit about each of my thoughts on this and then leave the rest up to you lads

NSFW sub!aemond and aegon below the cut!

AEMOND - TOP THREE KINKS:

Service. Obviously. This should come as no surprise to anyone. He doesn't just want you to order him in the bedroom, he wants you to tell hm how to help you and be good for you. He has to feel useful.

Hair pulling. I know this one is kinda basic but there's no way he doesn't enjoy this. Usually he's not too hectically into pain play but there's nothing that gets his knees to buckle faster than when you grab the hair at the nape of his neck, just turns him to jelly.

Ownership. Again a no brainer here. He wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. No one else can touch him, no one else can even look at him. Let him wear a collar and tug at it while calling him yours and he may genuinely just cum on the spot.

AEGON - TOP THREE KINKS:

Dumbnification. Nothing he loves more than when you gather him into your arms and tell him that he obviously can't look after himself, you must do it for him. He can't think, and he doesnt need to think, not when you call him pretty and kiss his head and tell him he doesnt need to worry about a single thing.

Overstimulation. This shouldnt be much of a surprise either. He absolutely loves when you push him to the brink, when you wring as many orgasms out of him as you can until he's just. a blubbering mess. Also he'll become a nuisance to the entire keep if he goes to long without it.

Competence kink. I actually can't believe I've never thought about this him before. Aegon knows he's not the smartest and he's been looked down upon for that his entire life. He absolutely hates being made to feel stupid, but at the same time nothing turns him him on quite like knowing his do is an expert in this and he'll be very well look after. He just gets so flustered and turned on when he gets to watch you in your element, when he can see first hand how good you are at what you do.

AEMOND - TOP THREE AFTERCARE FORMS:

Debrief - The first and most important to Aemond actually only happens once the scene is over and you're both pretty well recovered. He has to have a debrief afterwards, to hear what you thought and how you felt and to share his own perspective. if he skips this part of the aftercare then he'll feel off and unsettled for the rest of the day.

Reading - as we know, Aemond has studied history extensively. It's because of this love for history that you like to read some of his favourite history books to him while he recovers. You always ensure to choose a book you know he's already read, because he doesn't want surprises or to have to pay attention. He wants to just float as he listens to your voice.

If he doesn't want the reading, then quiet time if the next option you always go with. Aemond absolutely adores being able to let go and enter subspace with you, but when he comes up back up he can often be extremely sensitive to light and sound until he's recovered more. So often aftercare is just letting him slowly come down while he snuggles against your chest.

AEGON:

Cuddles. I know cuddles is implied in pretty much all aftercare thoughts but for this little grade A clinger it deserves its own category. For him it's not just that eh wants cuddles, it's that he won the able to recover otherwise.

Following on from cuddles, he also has to be in the same room as you for aftercare. If you forgot to bring snacks before the scene starts then you have to call a servant and ask for them to be brought out because if you even looked like you might be leaving he'd just burst into tears, completely inconsolable.

Lastly, he just loves when you talk to him while he slowly recovers and comes back. Aegin tends to become much quieter when he's in subspace and this can carry through to his aftercare. Unlike Aemond, reading him a story is never a good idea because the poor little thing can barely concentrate on it. But when you just keep a near constant monologue of your day? Incredible. He lets you voice wash over him without a care in the world.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 9 months ago

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Rodeo Romeo

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

I've missed this lovable cowboy, so I thought it was about time to bring him back! This fic exists within the Hey Cowboy! universe, but you don't really need to read it to follow on.

and yes I borrowed the title from a Steps song but shhhhh

Word Count:2,410

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Wiping the sweat from his sun-bronzed and freckled skin, Eddie sets his hat on the hook in the hallway as he steps into his quaint little country house, leaving his sand-dusted work boots on the porch.

Immediately he’s hit with the warm and all too inviting scent of warm spices and sweet vanilla floating out from the kitchen. No doubt that you were up to your usual tricks. As this season’s county fair drew nearer and nearer, every evening as Eddie came home, he found himself being greeted by the scent of your latest culinary creations.

Stepping into the kitchen he can’t help but smile to himself as he sees the gentle sway of your hips in time with the soft country music filtering through the radio. His tired eyes were treated to seeing you in that perfect little gingham sundress with the strings of your apron tied in a neat little bow around your waist. You looked every inch of his guiltiest fantasies come to life.

“Something in here smells good, Darlin’, what you cookin’ up this time?” he says, kissing your cheek as he comes up behind you with his arms winding around your waist. You arch your neck into his affections at the while keeping your attention focused on stirring the slowly simmering pot of fruit on the stove top.

‘Just a little pumpkin pie is all, Teddie.” you nod towards the pie that was cooling on your kitchen’s counter top.

“Don’t mind if I do!” he giggles as he reaches forward, fork in hand, towards the pumpkin pie.

Quickly you slap his hand away before he can take a piece.

“I mind if you do, actually.” you gently admonish him. “These pies aren’t for you to be eating, they’re for my stall at the county fair.”

“C’mon, you know your pumpkin pie is my favourite” he whines childishly, pouting at you with those big brown eyes.

“Everything I make is your favourite, Edward.” you laugh with a soft shake of your head.

“You're killing me here, Sweets. There's gotta be something here that needs my fine-tuned taste-testing abilities.”

“Actually, there is.” You say as you turn down the stove top to a gentle bubble. “Try this and tell me what you think.”

You hand him over a little shortbread cookie in the shape of a horseshoe.

He wastes no time in taking it off your hands and taking a bite of it.

‘Mm that's delicious, Darlin’. What is it?” He mumbles around a mouthful of the cookie.

“I wanted to try making something different. They're maple butter shortbread cookies. I was thinking about selling them at the county fair too, but I wanted to get a certain cowboys stamp of approval first.”

As he reaches out for another cookie to stuff in his face he offers you one of his trademark boyish smiles.

“Rest assured, Sweets, these little cookies more than pass the Munson taste test.” he chuckles.

“Good, I’m glad” you smile back, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss his flushed cheek. “You ready for your show? It’s gonna be here before you know it.”

“Yeah the horses seem to be following me and Bandit along well-enough, should go pretty smoothly.

A far cry from the wild, and oftentimes dangerous competition cowboy that Eddie used to be, now he uses his well-honed skills to do display shows, showing off his ranch-hand skills, and doing the occasional lasso trick or two to impress the kids.

“Don’t you miss the competitions though?” you asked as you looked up at him. Truth be told, you don’t miss it one bit. You don’t miss the way that he used to carefully traipse through the house after a rodeo competition, with a pained grin and set of blossoming purple bruises after being thrown from the saddle. And you for sure do not miss the way you would have to help patch him back together before he went back out into that dangerously competitive world.

“Nah, I hung up my spurs a long time ago, I can’t be bronc riding at my age anymore.” he scoffs with a dismissive laugh. “I’m happy with my life exactly the way it is. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” he smiles at you once more, all charm and southern comfort as he lays one more kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you very much, you guys enjoy the rest of your day now, okay!” you cheer as you collect the cash and see off the last group of satisfied customers for the day.

Your pies were selling extremely well, with long lines of customers all day coming to your stall to try everything you had to offer. Even the maple butter shortbread cookies had flown off the table, you were definitely going to have to add them to the menu once you were back at the bakery.

Catching a brief moment of peace, where the crowds didn’t seem to be so busy, you keep yourself occupied by re-organizing the produce on the table in front of you. As you put out the final few slices of cherry rhubarb pie, the warm evening’s sun that had previously been gloriously shining down on your stall disappears, and it isn’t until you look up that you see what was blocking the light.

“Don’t suppose a pretty lady such as yourself has got anything sweet left for a hungry cowboy like me?” Eddie grins from underneath the tilted brim of his black cowboy hat.

“Teddie!!” you grin, leaning over the table of your stall to kiss his cheek, warmth blooming in your heart as you feel him smile under your affections.

“I might have a slice or two left, I can box it up for you and we can take it home with us for later.”

“Sounds good to me, Sweets.” he grins. “So how’s business been?”

“It went really well, I practically got cleaned up, like there’s literally only a few slices left.” you beam.

“That’s my girl! I’m so proud of you, Sweets.”

“I think we’re about done here now, so let me pack everything up, and we can head home for the day.”

“Here,” he says, moving around to come behind the stall. “Let me help you. Many hands make light work, isn’t that what people say?”

It’s late into the evening as you pull up to the house, Eddie’s pick-up truck rumbling to a stop outside the house. The horses are back in their stables and now it was just the pair of you sitting together watching the slowly setting sun. The sky blending into hazy oranges and soft purples as golden sun dips behind the clouds.

You lean your head against Eddie’s shoulder, the familiar and welcoming scent of leather, pine and lingering smokey tobacco invade your senses. Other people may have wrinkled their nose in disgust, but those scents are all what you cherished near and dear because it all reminded you of your Eddie.

“How about we head inside, Sweets?” he says, his southern drawl coming out in his voice.

“Not yet. Just a few moments longer, I'm enjoying being here with you.” you say softly as you begin to make your way over to where Eddie is sitting in the driver's seat. Swinging a leg across his lap so that each of your softer thighs cradle his, the skirt of your dress inching up as you do.

The coarse denim of his jeans is a stark contrast to the soft plush skin of your thighs as you settle yourself comfortably in his lap. His roughened, work-hardened hands inch their way underneath the skirt of your dress, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing tenderly on the soft skin underneath the bunched up fabric.

“You wearin’ this pretty dress just to impress me, darlin’?” he drawls, leaning close, his lips brushing against your skin as he targets his kisses into the crook of your neck. “You always look so fuckin’ pretty, Sweets, driving me crazy all the time.”

You almost shy away into his neck to hide from his affections as a giddy flush creeps across your features

“Hey hey, let me see you Darlin’, wanna see those pretty eyes.” he says softly, tilting your chin with his fingers, his thumb ever so slightly catching on your bottom lip. “Let me make you feel good, Sweets.”

With a nod of your head and a breathy whisper of ‘yes please’ falling from your lips, Eddie’s hands begin their descent underneath the rucked up skirt of your dress. His skilled fingers pull the delicate white lace of your panties to the side, and as his warm chocolate eyes meet yours once more, he slips one of his thick fingers inside you, warming you up with his touch. Your hands fist the the soft material of his shirt, the red and black fabric held between your fingers to ground you to him as he pleasures you.

“There’s my good girl, always look so fuckin’ pretty don’t’cha, Sweets?” he praises, as he pulls little gasps from you with every precise movement of his fingers.

He’s edging you closer and closer to your high, and as his thumb catches on your clit you begin to reach newer, dizzying heights of pleasure.

“Oh, that’s the spot isn’t it, Sweets? That’s the little button that gets you creamin’ for me, ain’t it?”

You’re teetering on the very edge of pleasure, ready to give it all to him and hope that he’s there to catch you when you fall.

“There you go Sweets, just want you to feel good. Want you to come nice and hard for me, can you do that for me, Sweets?”

As he continues to run quick, tight circles around your clit, you feel yourself clenching down on his thick finger, clinging to him as you ride out your high all whilst spread so invitingly open across his denim-clad lap.

You're still shuddering with the after-shocks of your orgasm, as Eddie pulls you closer to the warmth of his chest, before laying a sweet kiss to the top of your head, a reminder that he’s here with you as long as you need him to be.

“That’s my perfect angel..” his voice softly drawls out, kissing your lips before showering you in praise. “Fuck… I could get used to a view like this…” he says as his hand travels up from its place on your waist to the gentle curve of your breast. His eager fingers toy with the thin straps of your dress, where they had slid down off your shoulders. The last glow of the day’s hazy sunlight illuminates your form from behind, casting you in golden orange warmth.

Being with Eddie brings out a confidence in you that you never really knew existed until he came around. Being with him never failed to have your heart racing, knowing that underneath it all, this rough-and-ready cowboy was your most lovable teddy bear.

Your hands reach down between your closely pressed bodies, down to where his cock is keenly pressing up underneath the constricting fabric of his dark jeans, tenting the material quite invitingly.

“Your turn now, Teddie..” you coo all so fucking innocently, giving him the biggest doe eyes you can as you grind your hips down over his bulge.

“Like I'm ever going to say no to that.” He chuckles, growling into a kiss that gets more heated as his tongue slips between your lips.

Your hands reach down between your bodies as best you can in the less-than roomy space in his truck to fumble with his jeans, your fingers working to pop the button and drag the zipper down. Eddie takes up the other half of the job by raising his hips from the seat just enough to pull his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free, flushed pink and glistening wet with pearlescent need.

Any other time you wouldn’t hesitate to swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing down as many inches of him as you could, but right now you needed him inside you, and neither of you could wait a second longer.

You rise up on your knees just enough to reach down and press the head of his cock at your entrance, sinking down slowly inch by inch until your hips are flush with his and the length of him is snuggly fit inside you.

“You’re in charge now, Cowgirl.” he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “Show me how good you can ride.”

And with that you begin to swivel your hips a few times getting into a rhythm before your throwing your hips up and down, letting his cock drag against every delicate ridge of your wet, pulsing cunt.

His hands splay on the curve of your hips as you ride him, although the darkening glare of his chocolate never leaves your chest, the way your tits are practically spilling out of the barely-there lace bra, bouncing with every rise and fall.

“Fuck..that’s my girl..making me feel so fuckin’ good..” his voice comes out in a raspy moan; the way it always does when he’s close.

He revels in seeing you like this, perched up in his lap like taking your pleasure for yourself and taking him along for the ride.

“G-gonna come..Gonna make me come, baby..” he slurs with shaky breaths, as he slots his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss.

You keep fucking yourself down on him reaching your hand down between your closely pressed bodies to rub your clit to edge you closer to your high, but Eddie is all too quick to gently swat your hand away to do it himself. His thick fingers know exactly how to play with your body to make you sing, to have you falling apart under his touch.

A few more well-angled thrusts and eager circles around your clit was all it took before you were falling over the edge of pleasure once more, taking Eddie with you as he canted his hips up into you, spilling rope after rope of his spend inside you.

And as you sit there, tangled in each other’s presence, sharing breaths and swapping kisses, you realise that there is very little else you would rather be.

“Race you inside for round two?” Eddie grins cheekily.

Yeah, this was the cowboy you could see yourself spending the rest of your days with, of that you were certain.

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Halcyon - Ch. 5: I've Never Been a Bad Influence a Day in My Life

You and Joel get closer as you put together your lists. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 4, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, fantasy about P in V sex. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

October, 2022

“Why can’t I add to your list?” You pouted a little, can of hard seltzer in your hand as your float drifted to the middle of Joel’s pool.

“Because you’re gonna just use that power for evil, not good,” Joel replied.

“Would not!” You shoved off the side of the pool with your foot, floating back toward the middle of the water.

“Am I allowed to put shit on your list?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and a beer in his hand.

You scoffed.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, there you go,” he shrugged. “Goes both ways.”

“You’d be a dick about it!” You kicked the water in his direction but the spray of it fell short and you watched him try to not laugh. “You’d put things on there like ‘buy Joel beer for the rest of his life’ or ‘speak in a bad British accent for a week…’”

“Can you do a good British accent?” He asked, brows raised.

“That is beside the point.”

“What are you gonna add to my list, hm?” There was a teasing edge in his voice as he took a sip of beer. “Get a new wardrobe? Get Sarah a dog?”

“OK, both of those are good additions,” you said, defensive. “But no, not what I was thinking.”

“Then what, Goldie?”

“Put in a hot tub,” you said, chin raised.

He barked a laugh.

“A hot tub?”

“A hot tub,” you nodded. “How can I come over to your house and float in the water if it’s too cold to go in the pool? Which it will be in like… a few weeks. You need a hot tub.”

“It’s already too cold,” he said. “That water’s below 70 degrees, couldn’t pay me to get in there now. Lucky I’m in this far as it is.”

“See?” You said. “Hot tub.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he shook his head.

“If your list is shitty can I add to it?”

“If you actually think my list is shitty we can discuss it,” he said. Your float drifted close to him and you were afraid, for a moment, that he was going to splash you. Instead, he just pushed the edge of it with his foot, sending you drifting back toward the middle of the water. “Still down to compare tomorrow night?”

“Think so,” you said, taking a sip of your seltzer. “As long as you don’t mock me relentlessly for it.”

“When do I not mock you relentlessly?”

“Excellent point,” you said. “I should get better friends.”

“Probably so.”

“At least now you come with Sarah,” you sighed dramatically. “So I guess I’ll keep bugging you…”

“God, you two are gonna kill me,” he said, trying to look serious but a hint of a smile on his lips. “Worst idea I ever had, lettin’ you two get to know each other…”

You giggled a little at that. You and Sarah had become thick as thieves since you and Joel had reconnected now two weeks ago.

It was hard to believe that he’d only been back in your life less than a month. But then, it was hard to believe he’d ever been out of your life at all. You’d only gone a few days without seeing him since that night at the bar and, on those days, the two of you were almost constantly texting. It was the most natural thing in the world, having your life fall into step alongside Joel’s. It reminded you so much of high school even though you were in your 30s now, your lives moving in parallel until they collided at the end of the day and you came over for dinner or went and cheered on Sarah at her soccer game or Joel showed up at your door with beer. Even after all this time, he just knew you and you just knew him. You could read his posture as easily as a book, instantly knowing the kind of day he had by the way he opened the door or flopped on your couch. He seemed to be able to peer inside your mind on command, just a raised eyebrow or a sigh telling him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and how to make it better.

There was one day where you hadn’t intended to see him at all but it’d turned shitty and he just somehow picked up on it from the tone of your texts. New paperwork had come over from Gale’s attorney and you resigned yourself to spending the evening picking over the bones of your marriage with a bottle of wine and a wilted salad - because you definitely didn’t have the emotional energy to go by the grocery store - when Joel texted. It was a meme that you responded to with just an lol before going back to the paperwork. He FaceTimed just 30 seconds later and you frowned, answering it.

“Hi?” You said brows raised.

He nodded sagely.

“What I thought,” he said. “You look like shit.”

“Gee thanks.”

He rolled his eyes.

“For you you look like shit. What’s wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes and he laughed.

“What?” He asked

“How can you just tell?” You replied. “It’s weird.”

“Come over,” he said instead of answering. He flipped his camera around and Sarah made a face, sticking her tongue out, her hair in two springy buns on the top of her head.

You frowned.

“Where are you?”

He turned the camera back around.

“Picking up pizza,” he said. “I’ll grab an extra cheese bread, come over.”

“I’ve been drinking…”

“We’ll pick you up,” he said. “Come over.”

“Please?” Sarah jumped to try to get in the frame and Joel laughed, tilting the camera so she was visible. “It’ll be fun! OH! Spend the night! Come sleep over again, please?”

Joel tilted the camera so he was back in the frame.

“You really wanna disappoint my kid?” He asked. “C’mon.”

“Yeah!” Sarah said, bouncing just out of frame again, just a bit of her bun appearing in the bottom corner as she jumped. “Don’t let down the kid, that’s just shitty.”

“Hey,” Joel said but you could tell he was trying not to smile. She stopped bouncing. “Language.”

“Sorry.”

He turned his attention back to you.

“Be there in 10,” he said. “Can’t let you just sit and wallow. Need pizza for that.”

He and Sarah picked you up and Sarah insisted on cranking Taylor Swift in the car, signing Look What You Made Me Do into her water bottle in the back seat while you balanced warm pizza boxes on your lap, trying not to laugh when you and Joel exchanged glances at red lights.

At dinner, you pulled a pepperoni off your slice of pizza and stuck it on the end of your nose and held very serious eye contact with Joel and Sarah as they spoke, nodding along carefully so as to not disturb the topping dangling from your face. Sarah tried very hard not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it until you made a face at her from across the table when Joel’s back was turned and she cackled, laughing so hard she almost knocked over her soda can.

“You bein’ a bad influence on my kid?” He asked when he handed you the paper towel you’d requested.

“Joel,” you said, deathly serious, pepperoni slice still on the tip of your nose. “I’ve never been a bad influence a day in my life.”

After dinner, as Joel did the dishes, you sat on the couch with Sarah and listened as she told you about one of her friends at school who hadn’t been as kind lately. You nodded along until Sarah seemed to run out of steam, slumping down against the cushion with a slightly tired look on her face.

“Well,” you said. “Have you told her that you’ve been feeling hurt by how she’s been treating you lately?”

She scrunched her face a little.

“No,” she said. “But I thought that’d be pretty obvious…”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes it’s not. She may not even know she’s doing it. If I were you, I’d tell her that you’ve been feeling hurt and ask if she’s doing OK because it sounds like this is a change for her. If she’s hurting you that might be because her feelings are getting hurt somewhere else.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she nodded a little. “That’s a good idea.”

“I do have those occasionally,” you said and she smiled a little at you.

The three of you watched part of a movie before Sarah went to get ready for bed and you eavesdropped from the living room as Joel read to her in her room, the door opened just enough to hear when his voice changed with the characters.

“Peeta sighs,” Joel said like Joel before his voice shifted to something that sounded more boyish but still strong and deep, almost what you remembered from when you first met him. You smiled. “'Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping…’”

Joel flopped next to you on the couch when he was done and you held out your glass of wine. He took it, taking a big sip before handing it back.

“You look tired,” you said, holding the glass.

He shrugged.

“No days off from this whole dad thing. Don’t really want a day off but still… get tired after a bit.” He looked over at you and smiled a little. “Thanks for talking with her. Think she needs someone like you around.”

“Oh, someone who managed to tank her relationship and got stuck starting over in her 30s?” You asked. “That kind of someone?”

He rolled his eyes.

“A woman…”

“Oh, is that all?”

He glared at you.

“A woman,” he said again. “But one who’s lived some life, knows how to navigate the hard shit. One who’s willing to listen to her problems. She’s got me and Tommy for that but can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down by not giving her some kind of… I don’t fuckin’ know, feminine influence.”

“Ahh yes, the mysterious feminine,” you nodded sagely. Joel picked up a pillow and smacked you in the stomach with it, making you laugh as you caught it and held it to yourself. “Joel, you’re doing great with her.”

“Yeah?” He asked, serious now.

“Yeah,” you said, serious, too. “You really are. She’s so lucky to have you, Joel. You have no idea.”

“I’m lucky to have her,” he said, looking toward Sarah’s room for a moment before turning back to you. “So, you have the kind of bad day that you want to talk about it or the kind of bad day that you want to get fucked up about it?”

“The latter.”

“Then chug that wine,” he said, shoving himself off the couch. “And maybe change into your pajamas, I’m getting the tequila.”

You swapped numbers with Sarah at breakfast the next day. You and Joel were both hung over and trying to pretend like you hadn’t been up until 2:30 on a work night getting hammered until you passed out in a heap on his couch only to be roused by a groggy Sarah at 7 in the morning.

She’d taken to texting you then, sometimes just silly selfies, sometimes memes you didn’t really get, sometimes with questions about friends at school. You were pretty sure your heart melted the first time she called you Aunt Goldie, a sense of belonging wrapping around you that you’d never really known before.

“We still on for tomorrow?” Joel asked, eyes following the slow, lazy path your float was making across his pool. “Make a night out of this whole project, kick things off right.”

“Hell yeah,” you said, drifting back to Joel. He didn’t shove you back out to the water this time. “Did I tell you I’m seeing Anna for lunch? I cannot just go into that blind, I’ll need an out…”

“She’s doin’ that well, huh?” Joel asked.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s supposedly sticking with her program but… I feel like I should be a better sister and try to check in more but then it just feels like babysitting and that doesn’t seem right, either.”

“At a certain point, she’s gotta do it on her own,” Joel said. “You’re her sister, not her mom.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I feel like I should have checked in on her more after our mom died. She was a teenager and I just left her alone…”

“You were 20 years old,” Joel said gently. “Not like you were equipped for that shit.”

You shrugged and took another drink.

“Hey,” he said, nudging your float gently, just enough to make you look up at him. “Don’t be hard on yourself for that. You were handed a shit situation and you did what you could with it. Trust me, I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Ended up in a similar boat with Tommy. Spent years - literal years - bailing his ass out of jail and begging him to get his shit together. Eventually he did a stint in the army and got it figured out. At least a bit. She’ll get there. But it’s not your job to get her there.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“Who, me?” He asked, mocking. “Right? Never thought I’d see the day…”

“Shove it,” you splashed at him, the water dripping down his face and soaking his t-shirt. You snorted as you watched him fight the urge to laugh.

“Gonna pay for that,” he said, setting his beer down on the side of the pool and grabbing your float as you tried to paddle away.

“No!” You shrieked and laughed, shoving your seltzer into the cupholder as more of you ended up in the cold pool water than you really wanted in your rush to escape.

“You started it!” Joel was leaning precariously over the water now, trying to splash you again while keeping you from retreating. “Shoulda just kept those little hands to yourself…”

“They’re not little!”

He yanked your float back toward the side of the pool and nodded down at one of your hands.

“Freakishly small…”

“Yours are just freakishly big you mutant!” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and watched as he realized a second too late what was about to happen.

“Oh shit,” his eyes went wide and you laughed in victory before you pulled him all the way into the pool, jeans and all. He brought you down as he went, the float capsizing and sending you and your mostly empty drink can into the cold water with a sharp yelp.

You went under, the chlorine stinging your eyes as you twisted and tried to right yourself below the water. You and Joel surfaced at the same time, not even a foot apart and gasping for breath, laughing as you tried to brush your soaked hair back from your face.

“It’s so cold!” You shivered and splashed at him before crossing your arms tightly over yourself.

“Why are you complainin’ to me?” He shivered back. “You’re the one who wanted to be in the damn pool…”

“In the floatie!” You said. “I was mostly dry until you got involved!”

“Got justice you mean,” he said, reaching for your can and pulling it out of the water, dumping it out before setting it on the side of the pool. “You’re the one who put us in here…”

“You’re the one who was being mean,” you said, reaching out for him and pressing your cold fingers to his chest, the heat of him still apparent even in the water. You sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

“Jesus, what are you, ice?” He griped, tugging you against him with a little yelp. “Gonna fuckin’ freeze to death if you’re not careful… ridiculous…”

You giggled once but pressed yourself closer to him, soaking up his heat and pressing your cold fingers to his exposed skin.

“OK, you could be less mean about it,” he said, pulling back from you just enough to scowl down at you. “Frozen fuckin’ hands…”

You laughed and realized, very suddenly, how close you were to him. You weren’t sure the last time you’d been quite this close to him, the last time you could feel every line of him through his clothes, the last time his mouth had been that close to your own. Your heart sped up. His eyes searched yours and you could feel his breath on your skin and suddenly, you weren’t close enough to him. Not close enough at all.

“Dad?” Sarah’s groggy voice called from the sliding glass door, making you jump, both of your heads turning toward her. Her face was scrunched and a curl had broken free of its braid, sticking straight out from the side of her head. “Is everything OK?”

“Course it is, baby girl,” Joel frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you doin’ out of bed?”

“You’re being loud,” she groaned. “You’re never loud.”

“M’sorry kiddo,” Joel said, separating from you and working his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water and dripping on the stone edge. “Gimme just a second to get Goldie out of the water before she freezes to death and dry her off, I’ll come tuck you in again in just a minute…”

“Can I get another chapter?” She said it fast, the words all strung together, her eyes big. “Please? They just got into the arena and…”

“We’ll see,” he said. “But only because it’s Friday and you’re sleeping over at Emma’s tomorrow so you won’t get one then. Inside, go on.”

He watched her go and then went to the lounge chair at the side of the pool, getting the only towel he’d brought outside and holding it away from his body, spread open wide.

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said.

“Such a gentleman,” you said, trying not to let your teeth chatter and trying to shove the ache that was still growing all hollow and wanting inside you down deep. You got out of the water and he wrapped you tightly in the towel, his arms going tightly around you.

“Not really,” he said, pulling you back against his broad chest and squeezing you so the water from him soaked into the towel before he shook his shaggy curls over you so drops of water got all over your face as you laughed. “There, cured you of THAT notion…”

“Thanks so much,” you said wryly as he released you. You turned to face him as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair and his shirt pulled up just enough that you caught a glimpse of the smooth flesh around his hips and you found yourself drifting closer to him again before you stopped yourself. Joel put his arms down and seemed to notice exactly where you were, just looking at you for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I should go tuck Sarah back in,” he said. “Get into something dry so I don’t get her all soaked…”

“Right,” you said, stepping back from him. “Sorry we woke your kid up because you just couldn’t leave well enough alone…”

“I will throw your ass back in that pool,” he said, going to open the door for you. “Don’t try me.”

“Oh don’t worry Miller,” you teased. “I know just what you’re capable of.”

He started toward the stairs, a little trail of water in his wake as he went, and you watched the pull of the wet fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. You swallowed, hard.

“I’m just going to head out,” you said and he stopped, turning to frown at you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Really should go wash this chlorine out of my hair. But see you tomorrow?”

“With the list?” Joel asked.

“With the list,” you answered.

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he said, turning to go up the stairs again before looking back over his shoulder. “Drive safe, Goldie.”

He didn’t wait for a response, just heading for his room.

Your heart was still racing.

You left the towel draped over the banister and just pulled on the oversized t-shirt you’d put in your bag before going to your car.

You tried not to think about Joel as you drove home.

It didn’t do you any good to think about him that way. It was Joel. He didn’t see you that way, drifting in that direction was what had ruined things so many years before. You’d just gotten him back, things were so good again, you felt like you belonged again, you couldn’t fuck that up, not because you’d never been able to move past a school girl crush.

But you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him.

You tried not to think about kissing him. You tried not to think about what happened after the last time you’d kissed him. How quickly everything had dissolved, how you’d gone from picturing a future with Joel - a different one than you’d held in your mind outside of fantasy before - to running as far and as fast as you could in a matter of hours.

It’s Goldie, he’d said then. It’s the worst thing that could happen, I wish it was anybody else…

You flinched at the memory, shoving it away. No, you didn’t think about that, not when you could help it. Just like you didn’t think about the way Joel’s lips felt against your skin, how his fingers - warm and think - had traced over you, how he made you feel so clearly seen and adored in a way that no one else had before, in a way your husband had never really seemed to. How he still made you feel that way.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you parked, dropping your head to your steering wheel with a groan before you went in your house, closing your car door with a little too much force.

You showered and forced yourself to keep your hands away from your aching slit. You were not going to fuck yourself in your bathroom to the idea of sleeping with your best friend. You weren’t. You weren’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t going to act like one. You were better than this.

Your hair was still damp when you gave up on getting any writing or grading done and went to bed, an almost frustrating, throbbing ache between your thighs. You stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while before you all but threw the covers off and rifled through your nightstand for the discreet little pink vibrator you’d bought years ago when you’d first figured out that, while your husband had many talents, making you come wasn’t one of them.

You went to your usual fallback for porn but didn’t find anything that was really working for you, the ache of longing just getting worse as you gently toyed with your clit under the covers in the dark. Your cunt was slick, your wetness seeping down to your nightie and coating your fingers. It felt like forever that you’d been touching yourself and getting nowhere when the batteries on your vibrator died and you whimpered, kicking your legs down into your mattress in frustration.

“Goddammit,” you moaned into your pillow, tossing your phone and vibrator aside, the ache in you worse than you’d ever really remembered it being before. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep like this, your whole body drawn tight and needy. You fumbled in your drawer for the charging cable and plugged the vibrator in before sighing and staring up at the ceiling again.

Your thoughts drifted to Joel again. You couldn’t help it, he’d felt so good against you in the pool. He knew you so well, even after all this time. He kept your favorite snacks at his house and draped a blanket over you when you started getting cold when watching a movie. He was so funny and so handsome it hurt to look at him and he’d felt so fucking good.

Your fingers slipped between your legs again without really thinking about it, brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You resisted it for a moment, the idea of falling into the fantasy of you with Joel, but the need drawing everything inside you all tight and molten won.

It swallowed you quickly once you gave in.

The memory of him was there at the fore so fast, the way his lips had felt on you so many years ago. How you thought they’d feel against you now. His hands ranged over you, around your waist, down to your hips, his fingers twisting and knotting in the fabric there as he bunched it up to hold you firmer, reach you better. You moaned and rocked into your hand, sliding lower, your palm pressed against your sensitive nub as you slipped a finger inside yourself with a moan. You worked yourself open slowly, your slick making easy work of it, as you imagined it was his hand between your legs, his fingers sinking into you. How he’d take your swimsuit off and line his cock up with your entrance and push inside of you as he moaned your name. How his fingers would grip your flesh, prying at you as though he was trying to take you apart to keep pieces of you for himself. How he’d work himself so deep into you that you were certain no one else had ever come quite so close to climbing into another person’s skin before.

You rocked your hips against your hand to the thought of him, not sure where memory ended and fantasy began, the fingers not plunging needily into your hole finding their way to your breast, grasping at the soft swell there, your own hand so unsatisfyingly small compared to his. You remembered the way his voice trembled as he breathed your name - his mouth against the tender skin at the base of your ear - as his cock filled you, the whole of him buried inside like he belonged there as he came.

“Joel!” You gasped as your own orgasm hit, tight channel throbbing around the three fingers you’d managed to fit inside yourself, slick pooling in your palm and your tit filling your other hand.

You came harder than you had in years, let alone from only using your hand and not your toy. It took you a few minutes to come down from the high of it, indulging in the fantasy of him in a way you hadn’t done since your freshman year of college. He last time you gave into it was back when you’d first started dating Gale but you’d felt so desperately alone, like no one had ever bothered to learn you at all. So you’d let yourself pretend that your best friend was still your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and that fucking you hadn’t been some mistake he’d made on prom night. It had seemed the most supreme extravagance, pretending that Joel would have wanted you to come like that with him. It still did.

You put a stop to all that when Gale proposed, solidifying your relationship in an entirely new way. You tucked the memory of Joel and his body on and within yours away then. You’d never intended to think about him that way again. But then, you’d never intended to get divorced, either.

“Fuck,” you sighed, shoving yourself out of bed to pee and clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Before you lay back down, you opened the golden notebook on your bedside table and found the page with the list. You went to the bottom and tried to add another line but the pen in the elastic loop wouldn’t write. You groaned before fishing out the red pen you’d left in your nightstand from a night you were editing in bed from the top drawer. You added two words to the bottom of your list - trying to ignore the way the diamond of your engagement ring caught the light from your lamp, casting little rainbows on the paper - and circled them, pressing the pen into the paper harder than you really needed to.

“There,” you said, capping the pen and dropping it on the notebook you hadn’t bothered to close. The pen rolled until it came to a stop, the red cap almost pointing to the newly added words as though they needed any more attention.

That, you thought, was the solution. If you could just figure out how to accomplish that, you could put Joel back in that little box and keep this stupid crush from blowing up your whole life a second time, as long as you weren’t an idiot about it.

You switched off the lamp and pulled your blankets tightly around yourself, trying to ignore the feeling that the words were glaring at you from their perch on your night stand. They blinked at you like neon behind your eyelids and you tried not to see them in the same way you tried not to think about Joel’s body on yours in the pool as you drifted off to sleep.

Get laid.

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A/N: I just adore these two. Honestly, they keep getting away from me, their conversations are so fun to write and explore that I get lost in what I'm trying to accomplish with a chapter. But that's OK! The ride is the point of this whole fic thing, right?

Thank you for being patient with this chapter! I got a bit sidetracked with another project but I think I'm in a good place to get back to my once a week updates here for a while. I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!

Thank you for being here! Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #halcyon

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No Way Home

Summary: After a stressful meeting with Peter Parker, you try to help Stephen Strange unwind a little.

Parings: Stephen Strange x Reader

Warnings: Spell use, language, No Way Home scenes (Actual Dialogue), Smut (Oral, p in v, unprotected, f on birth control), fingering, wound (no description), self deprecating jokes, choking, safe word, some aftercare, little fluff.

Word Count: 3989

“I’ve been practising magic for years, teaching you everything I know, and here we are.” you chuckle a little as Stephen sighs at your every comment.

“I asked Wong to cast the maintenance spell, he’s not the best listener.”

“Well Wong has more important duties as the sorcerer supreme.”

“He wouldn’t be the sorcerer supreme if I hadn’t blipped for 5 years.” The coffee machine made a bubbling sound as it filled the rest of his cup and he walked towards you. “I don’t really understand why they didn’t make you the sorcerer supreme.” He takes a sip of his coffee as he stares down at you,

“Because she tries escaping the sanctum. We all know she has very powerful that she can’t quite control yet and we need to keep her here until we know we can trust her.” Wong walks out of the kitchen, casting a portal and walking into it. “While I’m gone, you get babysitting duties.” You scoff, you know how to control your powers, you just choose not to listen to them.

“I don’t think she needs babysitting Wong.”

“Even if she doesn’t need it, she already follows you around like a puppy already anyways.”

“Yea I’ve noticed that…” He turns to look at you with his head tilted. “You have been clinging onto me like your life depends on it haven't you? Always by my side.” He smiles a little. You were surprised he’s only just now realizing it.

I only shrug.

“Well it’s cold down here, while you’re going back and forth between portals, Y/N and I are going upstairs where it's a little warmer.” He opens a portal to the upstairs, not wanting you to slip on the stairs… again…

“Alright. You keep an eye on that girl, she’s trouble.” Wong waves a finger and you smirk so he knows you’re already up to something as you all go through a portal.

“We are all in shock at this news today!” The lady on the TV talks and talks about everything boring as Stephen goes through some papers of research. “After this video was released from the now deceased Quentin Beck, also known as ‘Mysterio’ the entire world is shocked to see a teenage face under the famous ‘spiderman’ mask, a 17 year old Midtown high student named Peter Parker.” That’s not good.

“Oh boy.” You hear Stephen mumble behind you.

“How do you think he’s feeling about all of it” you stand up from the couch and walk towards Stephen who’s now looking at the TV as a clip from the video Mysterio recorded plays behind you.

“Well I’m sure he’s gonna find a way to make things worse. He’s on his way here right now actually.” He reaches to his right and his cape flies onto his back.

“How would you know that?”

“Y/N sweetie, I know everything.” He whispers softly into your ear, sending small butterflies through your belly as he walks past you and begins down the stairs. As you always do, you begin to follow behind him.

At the bottom of the stairs you hear a high pitched voice and Wong speaking back, and you see Stephen speaking as well. As you get halfway down the stairs, you see Peter Parker.

“The most famous person in the world, I know.” Wong enters through a portal, setting down several suitcases. “Wong.” He introduces himself quickly. “Try not to slip, we don’t have liability insurance.”

“Is all this for a holiday party?” You see Peter take a few steps forward, examining the sanctorum filled with snow and ice.

“No, one of the Rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. A blizzard blasted through.” Stephen leaves your side at the center of the staircase and floats down the steps with a coffee mug in his hands, slipping a little when he lands.

“Because someone forgot to cast the monthly maintenance spell to keep the seals tight.” He speaks as he reaches the last step.

“That’s right, he did, because he forgot I now have higher duties-”

“Higher duties?”

“The sorcerer supreme has higher duties, yes.”

“Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme-” Peter breaks their conversation and Stephen looks back at him.

“No, he got it on a technicality cause I blipped for five years.”

“Oh.” He looks at Wong. “Well, congratulations.”

Stephen starts back up. “If I’d been here, then I would have-”

“Burned the whole place down.” Wong walks in front of Stephen. “You two! No one said ‘stop shoveling’”

“So, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Stephen begins to walk to the fireplace.

“Right umm… I’m really sorry to bother you, sir, but-”

“Please, we saved half the universe together, I think we’re beyond you calling me sir.” You started to walk down the stairs to them, smiling softly at Wong as he helped the two people shovel snow.

When you enter the room, you see Stephen lighting the fireplace with some magic.

“Okay, uh, Stephen-”

“That feels weird. But I’ll allow it.”

“Uh, when, um… when Mysterio revealed my identity, my entire life got screwed up.” You stood at the entrance, staring at the fireplace with Peters back to you as he spoke. “And, I was wondering… I mean, I don’t really know if this would actually work, but I was wondering if… maybe you could go back in time and make it so that he never did?”

“Peter, we tampered with the stability of spacetime to resurrect countless lives. You want to do it again now just cause yours got messy?”

“This isn’t- It’s not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My uh… my Aunt May. Happy. My best friend, my girlfriend… their futures are ruined. Just because they know me and they’ve… done… nothing… wrong…?” Peter pauses randomly as he finishes his sentence, you assume his spider sense is catching onto something so you use your own magic to summon some knives.

Suddenly, he quickly turns around and a string of white liquid shoots out at your left hand, sticking it to the table next to you.

“Y/N?!” Peter walks towards you when he realizes who it is. “Oh my God, I thought you were dead!” He gets closer and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Yea, hey Pete.” He hugs you tighter and you use your free hand so gently hug him back.

“Have you been here the whole time?” He finally pulls away from you, both of his hands gently rest on your shoulders. “Sorry I shot a web at your hand, I guess my spider sense still recognizes you as Black Bee.” (Your villain name) You took a deep breath when he said that name. You haven’t been Martyr for a long time. Just as Bucky hasn’t been The Winter Soldier for a long time, but yet you both still have to be locked up in separate places.

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it Peter?” you mumble and Peter lets go of you, easily ripping the web fluid off my hand. “Good thing I’m not anymore, or I swear I wouldn’t be stuck in the sanctum right now.” Peter looks down at you confused. Then he looks up at Stephen.

“Why isn’t she allowed to leave?”

“Because she’s not completely safe yet. Last time we tried bringing her to the store so she could get something for her drawings, she lashed out on a random civilian because they accidentally ran into her backside with their shopping cart.” He sighs and looks at you. You were smiling, clearly proud of yourself. “You should’ve seen the look of fear on that poor womans face as Y/n-”

“Okay, I think you and Peter were talking about something more important before he almost attacked me, Strange.” you cut him off, not wanting to relive the embarrassing memory.

“Right, I am so sorry Peter, but even if I wanted to… I don’t have the Time Stone Anymore.” Strange drops the subject quickly and refocuses on Peter.

“That’s right.” He groans a little. “I’m really sorry if I wasted your time.”

“No, you didn’t-”

“Forget about it.” Behind you, Wong picks up his suitcases and joins the conversation again.

“Oh, he will. He’s very good at forgetting things.”

“Wong, you've actually generated a good idea…”

“What?”

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?” Peter looked at Strange questionably.

“The Runes of Kof-Kol?”

“Oh, it’s just a standard spell of forgetting. It won’t turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man.”

“Seriously? That would be-” Your heart beated quickly when Peter's interest rose in Kof-Kol. You and Wong both spoke at the same time.

“No, not seriously!” Wong turns from you to Strange. “That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It’s too dangerous.”

“We’ve used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party at Kamar-Taj?”

“No…?”

“Exactly.” Strange waits for a moment before speaking again. He doesn’t even bother addressing you since you weren’t anywhere near being allowed to tell him no. “Come on. Wong… hasn’t he been through enough?”

You watch as Wong's face softens, behind him, another portal opens to Kamar-Taj. “Just leave me out of this.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Wong enters the portal and it closes quickly behind him. Then Strange turns to Peter and has a friendly grin on his face.

The scene in the ancient chamber plays. Strange attempts to cast the spell, Peter keeps changing it mid spell, Strange gets mad at Peter.

Upstairs, everything starts shaking and you look over as a relic falls apart when one of the apprentices tries to hold onto it for support. You quickly make your way down to make sure everything is alright.

“Did it work?” Your voice shook as you looked around and saw Strange visibly angered.

“No. He changed my spell six times-”

“Five times.” You both looked over at Peter who now looked nervous again.

“You changed my spell! You don’t do that! I told you-” He looks at the trapped spell in the centre of the room. “And that is why!” You all look towards the orb with the tiny spell inside. “That spell was completely out of control. If I hadn’t shut it down, something catastrophic could have happened!”

“Stephen, listen, I am so sorry-”

“Call me sir”

Everything is quiet for a moment as you watch the exchange, already developing a way to talk to Strange who you felt was being way too hard on Peter.

“Sorry, sir…” Peter mumbled.

“You know, after everything we’ve been through together, somehow I always forget you’re… you’re just a kid.” You watch as Peter looks down, clearly feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, Parker.” His tone softens. “The problem is not Mysterio. It’s you.” You shoot Strange a daring look, he knows he’s already pressing too far on Peter. “Trying to live two different lives, and the longer you do that the more dangerous it becomes, believe me.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m so sorry about you and your friends not getting into college. But if they rejected you, and you tried to convince them to reconsider, there’s nothing else you can do.” We all stand in silence for a moment and we watch as Peter's face changes slightly.

“When you say “Convince them” you mean like I could have called them?”

“Yea.”

“I can do that?”

“You haven’t called the-”

“Well I mean, I got their letter and I assumed that that was-” You finally cut in.

“I’m sorry, are you telling us that you didn’t think to call and plead your case with them first before you asked Strange to brainwash the entire world?” you asked him more calmly than Strange would have.

“Well, I mean, when you put it like that, then-”

“I can’t believe that kid. He’s fought a giant purple goblin and he can’t think of calling a college and talking to them for reconsideration?” He speaks angrily and you follow him into his room.

“You know, I think I might be able to get into the college if I applied.” You watch as he sits on the edge of his bed. “I mean, I’m basically also twenty-three just like Peter, just a bit more complicated.”

“Complicated because you were frozen in ice at 12, then blipped at 17?”

“Yea complicated because of that.” You put your knees on his bed and make your way behind him. “But you’re way too hard on him, you’re hard on me too.”

“Not as hard on you as I am on him though, I could never yell at you.” You sit up on your knees and place both of your hands on his shoulders, starting to gently massage his muscles.

“You’ve yelled at me plenty of times before Mr. Strange.” you whisper close to his ear and continue to massage him.

“Yes but that was before we all fought a giant grape.” He sighs a little and tilts his head slightly to the side, taking a deep breath as your hands begin to relax his muscles. “And if I can remember clearly, you used your powers to heal Stark. And you also used your powers to find Thanos.” He leans back a little against your front. “Tell me, if it wasn’t your dad who used the glove, if it was someone else like Clint or Scott, would you still have used your powers to save them?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well because when you use your Saint, you're taking the pain out of their body and putting it into your own body, and you also move their wounds from theirs to yours.”

“Well, I still would’ve Sainted them. Maybe not you though.” You giggle a little as he turns around and grabs you by the waist.

“Oh really?” You reach down to try pulling his hands off of your waist, laying back as he presses forward on top of you.

“No of course not really.” You laugh as he lays on top of you with one of his knees between your thighs. “You should consider telling Fury that it’s safe for me to leave. I know how to control my powers…”

“Yea, you do, but the second you leave the Sanctum I won’t be able to find you again unless you come to find me for something.” He moves until he's stradling your legs, one of his hands is pressed onto your lower abdomen, and his other hand rests on his thigh as he sits back on his heels.

“Well yea, I like to have my freedom.” You sigh a little as he leans down slowly and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, making you smile softly.

“You have your freedom as long as you’re by my side.” He gently moves his hand down to the end of your shirt and slowly glides his hand carefully over your stomach. “You know.” His voice drops to a whisper as he pauses for a moment and runs his hand over your smooth skin. “You were 17 during the blip… does that make it still wrong for me to touch you? Or will you consider yourself to be twenty three for me?” He grins as he leans down again, his lips gently brushing against your cheek and gently trailing along your jaw and neck.

“I can be twenty three for now… If you want.” You feel your body heating up and you’re sure he could smell you.

“You smell so sweet…” He mumbles as he leans back to press kisses to your stomach and thighs.

Thanks to your powers and the way you were built, when you're turned on, people can smell your arousal no matter how heightened their senses are.

you could feel his tongue slowly trail wet licks between your thighs. His large hands caressing your thighs and gently moving up to grab your hips.

“You look so beautiful…” He lays one more kiss to your stomach as he leans back up and connects his lips to yours in a long kiss. You reach up to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close as he wraps one of his arms around the back of your waist to lift your body against his.

“You know you’re really pretty too…?” You whisper softly with a quiet laugh as he chuckles and lays more kisses to your neck, making you involuntarily arch your back up to get closer to him. Now you could really feel your body heating up. Your lips part slightly as you start to breathe more heavily, and he admired your breasts move slightly as your chest moved up and down. You blush when you see him lick his bottom lip like a starved lion and you were his prey.

“Are you feeling any better? Or do I still have to wait…” You look down a little as you watch him run his hand down to where you were stabbed while fighting Thanos.

“I think I’ll be fine, just be careful if you grab my waist.” With that, he wraps both arms behind your back and moves you until we’re both lying on the bed.

“Remind me of our safeword, my rose…” He speaks softly as he begins to unbutton your blouse and skirt.

“Jumanji.”

“We really need to work on your safeword…” As soon as he finishes speaking, you feel something wrap around your wrists and you look up to see a string of his orange magic attach both of your wrists to the bed.

Fuck

He admired how you looked. Strapped down on his bed as he towered over you.

“You are so fucking perfect you know that?” He growls a little as he grinds against your thigh, his hard length making you whimper a little.

“You don’t have to sweet talk me to turn me on you know…”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

“That’s not the truth.” He reaches up and grabs onto your chin almost painfully and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Y/N.” His voice was daring. “You’re beautiful and if you ever start to think otherwise, I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t even comprehend what the word ugly even means. I’ll have you screaming my name and telling you how beautiful you are then when you finally believe I’ll bend you over until you apologise for ever believing you’re not.” He stares into your eyes a moment longer before pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You kissed for what felt like hours, and honestly you wished it had never stopped.

When he felt your legs open from under him, he couldn’t resist touching you. His hand slid down until he could feel your sensitive skin. “Fuck” He mumbled as he began to rub over your clit with his fingers, making your hips buck up in response.

“Please…” She breathes quietly as his fingers spread her lips, playing with your clit as you continue to buck against his hand, a quiet moan escaping your lips as he leans down, removes your panties, and roughly brings his tongue down to lick you from your opening to your clit. Repeating the movement two more times before diving his tongue into you, tasting your sweet hole.

“You always taste so fucking good…” He begins to lean back up your body, rubbing the bulge in his pants against your thigh before running his hand down and rubbing your clit again, teasing your entrance with one of his fingers before pushing two of his fingers into your hole. “Fucking perfect…” He curls his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside of you that drives you wild while his thumb runs rough circles over your clit.

He began to plunge his two fingers in and out of you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

You began to moan more wildly as his movements became more urgent and you felt a familiar heat rise inside of your lower stomach.

The more you moved, the more he struggled to keep you still. He leans up a little, placing his free hand on your hip to hold you down as he adds a finger to your tight hole. “Cum for me little rose… cum on my fingers like a good girl…” His voice makes your head go foggy and your eyes flutter. You throbbed as you felt the pleasure course through you, rushing through you like a waterfall, and you whined at the feeling of his fingers leaving your hole. Making you lay there in breathy moans.

You watch as he brings his finger up to his lips and licks your arousal off his fingers, then he leans his face over yours, pressing a gently kiss to your temple, then pulling back and resting his hand over your throat before pressing down with his weight onto your throat, making you gasp. “Open.” He demands.

As you open your mouth, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your bottom lip, then leans back to spit into your mouth, moving a little with one of his hands still circling your throat and his other hand gently resting on your waist. “Swallow.”

And you did.

As much as you hated it when people saw you as vulnerable and weak, you swallow his spit. “Good girl..” He growls as he finally positions himself between your legs and you whine as you feel the tip of his cock against your hole, before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Stay quiet, he doesn’t like it when you’re loud during the day.

“Stay quiet…” He growls quietly into your ear before beginning to slowly move inside of you, easily brushing himself against your G-spot everytime he moves, making you arch your back off the bed, begging for more movement as you moan quietly.

“Shhh… M’not goin n’y faster n’til I know y’can take me slow…” He mumbles, continuing to move slowly inside of you, being careful not to grip your waist where you had been hurt.

After you stayed quiet for a few moments, he began to move more quickly, pulling out before slamming back into you.

“Fuck you’re so perfect…” He gently grabbed onto your hip with one hand, and squeezed your throat tighten with his other hand, making your moans become more desperate.

Suddenly you feel warm, and your body starts to shake as you feel yourself come close to another orgasm.

“Fuck, rosey, you feel so good… cum on my cock…” He squeezes your throat tighter, making you gasp a little for air. “Fuck, please tell me you’re still on birth control…” He leans up a little, releasing your throat and pressing both of his hands flat onto your waist, causing a wave of pain to shoot through your body as he accidentally presses his palm onto your wound, but it quickly numbs as it’s mixed with the next orgasm that tears through your body and you feel a warm liquid fill your hole as he carefully pulls out.

“Fuck I’m sorry if that hurt…” He gently runs his hand over the large bandage covering your wound.

“M’ okay…” You mumble. “M’ okay…”

“Okay.” He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he stands up off the bed and walks into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm towel.

With the wave of his hand, the magic that was restraining your wrists disappears and he kneels next to you on the bed, gently cleaning both of your liquids off your thighs.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go Y/N” He finishes cleaning the mess and watches as you sit up.

“I don’t mind never leaving…” You mumble. He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on your lips, you smile and kiss him back.

“I love you, rose bud…”

“Love you too…”

#marvel #marvel smut #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #smut #x reader #stephen strange #doctor strange #strange #strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #I had to fix this #theres a possibility that you've read this before #no its not deju vu

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aita-blorbos · 1 year ago

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AITA for trying to take over the Tri-State Area?

I (M47) am an evil scientist. WAIT! DON’T VOTE YTA YET! I know, I know, “evil” has a bad connotation, but put your biases aside for a minute and hear me out! You see, it all started when I was born, and—

Actually, now that I think about it, if I type up my entire life story I’ll be here for, like, at least an hour, and I wanted to go to the movies later. They’re showing some film adaptation of this soap opera series I’ve been watching with my friend enemy pet acquaintance. It’s gonna be wicked! Not a dry eye in the house, I’m positive, and if any eye in the house dares to stay dry, I’m smuggling in some homemade onion spray! It pays to be prepared.

Anywayyyy, back to the point. I’ll try to be brief. The point is, what I was saying in the first place about how when I was born yadda yadda yadda? Yeah, that was all leading up to a really long story about my terrible childhood—no birthday cake, raised by ocelots, my best friend floated away, I got tricked into coming to America, which let me tell you was NOT as fun as you’d think, and I went on a single date with a future popstar… You know, your typical traumatic upbringing. Yeah, and adult hod? Wasn’t that great either.

Evil science wasn’t my first method of self-expression, but regular science didn’t work (baking soda volcano, enough said), and art didn’t work (I don’t want to talk about it), and even poetry didn’t work (also a baking soda volcano! sheesh!). With evil science, I can pursue my passions while also getting revenge and power on the side!! It’s a win-win! Well, for me, anyway. If you don’t count the part where I don’t win. Look, taking over the Tri-State area wasn’t even my idea! It was the popstar girl I went on one date with. If you’re going to call someone TA, it should be her! Not me.

My POINT is, I’ve had a hard life! I think if anyone deserves to let off some steam and take over a few states, it’s me. Unfortunately, my worst enemy best friend nemesis this guy from work disagrees. He’s super judgmental and I don’t care what he thinks, but he’s all about being a good person, so maybe if he sees all you good people on the Internet agree with me like you obviously will, he’ll be a pal and let me win once in a while! Nothing like the power of peer pressure, let me tell you. This one time when I was a young boy in Gi

[Mod Notice: The rest of this post has been removed due to exceeding backstory guidelines by eight hundred sixty-four words. Don’t worry—everything you need to make a decision is already here. -CK]

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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lazella · 5 months ago

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It would be so funny post canon if the gang finds a way to travel back and forth between their world and twst because I know damn well these powered by friendship mfs would pull tooth and nail to be able to stay connected to their new friends

And the reactions of the yu squads friends to the twst gang and the twst gangs reaction to their worlds

The Zexal crew meet Leona and they’re just “ I guess Yumas got a lion for a father now???”

Tell Leona about the barian shit and watch him lose his fucking mind. Also.. just shark and rio and Leona talking about royal stuff would probably be a very cute scenario, Leona’s interactions with the twins would be so fun you already KNOW he’s doing whatever the hell rio wants and you already KNOW he’s teaming up with her to bully shark and call him guppy

Ruggie would be terrified of Rio for his heart DO NOT tell him about her Barian morph he’ll shit himself. He’d get along well with flip me thinks and would teach him some tricks and what not

Cathy is LOOSING HER MIND about the beastmen WHAT DO YOU MEAN PEOPLE WITH CAT EARS AND TAILS EXIST??? if you tell her the octo trio are actually mermen using a potion to be human you already know she’s going to be BEGGING Yuma to get her a potion that gives her REAL cat ears and a tail. She HATES jack though and hisses at him often, He says he doesn’t care (he does. A lot)

A good rest of the cast are just like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YUMA HAS MAGIC POWERS?!? WHO LET THIS HAPPEN??? WHY???”

The scientific research Chris would wanna do on Yuma 🫠🫠

Meanwhile we go to GX and nobody there is fucking surprised, like “ hey judai what have you been up to” and cut to him telling the entirety of chapters 1-7 and the gangs just like “ yup the usual :)” and the twst cast is like “tf you mean the usual????”

Cater 🤝Chazz/manjoume-> shitty siblings

Somebody stop ace he’s been bantering with aster for the past hour somebody make it stop PLEASE

Judai introduces riddle to Jessie and Jessie immediately going “you are my friend now :)” somebody send riddle a floating he’s drowning in positivity

If I’m gonna be so damn honest treys gonna be interested in the duel spirits dental hygiene crystal beast especially I’m so sorry he’s so cringe I need to bonk him with a comically large rubber hammer 🤺

We cut to Arc-v, and yuyas encouraging Jamil to show off to his friends he was hesitant at first but Yuyas friends started ADORING Jamil thinking he was so cool and he was just having the time of his life and was genuinely interested in learning about duel monsters and Dueltaining thinking up a potential dance routine he could do while dueling was something he genuinely enjoyed doing with yuya

Sylvio DOES NOT like Jamil whatsoever “so he uses magic and comes from another world big whoop, I travelled too MULTIPLE worlds and saved them didn’t I 🙄” he likes kalim though ( mostly his praises but still)

Yuya shows his unique magic to Declan in hopes they can use it in a way to separate the yu boys and bracelet girls from each other, safe to say everyone freaked out about it XD

Over in DM Rook is making Joey PISS 👏HIM👏 SELF👏 he went through hell and back for yug but that creepy ass hunter with the shitty bob is making him lose his GODAMN MIND rook just says or freaking moans smth in French like his freaky ass usual does Joey is standing there losing his mind “IF YOU DONT SHUT—“

You already know Anzu is asking Vil for advice on EVERYTHING fashion, makeup, dancing, hair, NAME IT SHES ON IT and I know vils gonna adore her I feel it in my spidey senses

I’m gonna stop it here before I go insane and make this 100000 words long

I'm already going insane of thinking about post story shenanigans! I have plans and you are not far off in some ideas

#and you thought things were over

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movzxr · 20 days ago

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aidlyn april day 8: river

My heart floats around you just like we are in this river

"Have you told her yet?"

Logan questions Aiden, breaking him out of his trance.

"Huh?"

Logan sighs and shakes him head.

The group had gone to the river for the day to get their mind off the phantoms for a while. Aiden and Logan decided to go float down the river for a bit, seeing what is all the way down the river.

"It's obvious you're in love with Ashlyn. You're not very good at hiding it."

Aiden stares at Logan in the eyes, smirking before she speaks to him.

"Oh yeah? And how do you know I'm in love with Ashlyn?"

"So, do you want just one reason or the entire list?"

Aiden sits there with his mouth open wide and his eyes big.

"I told you it's obvious. Tell me why you like her so much."

Aiden takes a deep breath.

"There's many reasons. For one, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. Two, she has a great personality."

"Wait, wait, wait- hold on, did you seriously just say she has a great personality? She literally yells at you every second of the day."

Aiden rolls his eyes at Logan's comment.

"Well yeah, but like, I kind of like it? I don't know there's something about her that just makes my heart pound when I see her."

"Damn, you really do like her huh?"

A smile tugs on Logan's face as he hears water slosh behind them.

"Guys! Wait for us!"

Taylor had a hand cupped to the side of her mouth to make her voice louder as she, Tyler, Ben, and Ashlyn trudged through the think water to get to Logan and Aiden.

"Look who's comin' over, lover boy. The woman of your dreams."

Logan nudges Aiden with his foot.

Aiden turns his head and sees Ashlyn with the rest of the group making their way to Logan and Aiden.

"No way they made it this far walking."

Logan laughs at Aiden's words, remembering how rough it was for them to make it where the made it in the river.

The group caught up to them, and Taylor jumped on the side of Aiden's float.

"Hiya!"

Ashlyn came over and slowly walked along the floats as they were moving with the small waves of the river.

Taylor had gotten off Aiden's float and went back to help Ben, who was struggling with Tyler because he was too scared to touch the river floor.

Logan gave a teasing smirk to Aiden before looking over to Ashlyn.

"You want my float?"

Before Ashlyn could ever answer him, Logan flipped himself off the float and into the river water. He came up and wiped the water off his face with his hand.

"All yours! I'm gonna go help with Tyler. Bye, have fun you two!"

Ashlyn sat on the float and floated alongside Aiden, sparking up a few silly conversations with him as they went down the river together. Aiden hadn't taken his mind off what Logan asked him earlier.

"Ashlyn."

"Hmm?"

She questioned looking over to him.

"This is gonna sound really crazy but just bare with me."

"Okay..?"

Aiden let out a nervous breath before speaking.

"So Logan was talking to me earlier about you, and I said some stuff. But don't worry it was nothing bad! I kinda just.. confessed my love for you."

Aiden let out a nervous giggle, fiddling with the hem of his swimsuit.

Ashlyn let out a laugh.

"That's funny. Taylor actually asked me the same thing, too. That's the reason we came over here, to be honest."

"What did you say about me?"

Ashlyn looked down at the clear river, staring at the different kinds of rocks under the water.

"I said I liked you too."

Aiden was going to say something until the group popped up behind the two of them, making both of them jump.

Aiden and Ashlyn looked at each other knowing they wont ever get enough time to tell each other how they really feel.

For now their hearts will just have to float around each other, just how they are in the river.

#school bus graveyard #aiden clark #ashlyn sbg #Aidlyn April 2025 #aidlyn #school bus graveyard webtoon #ashlyn banner #sbg ben #logan fields #sbg taylor #ben clark #sbg #tyler hernandez

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spacetime1969 · 5 months ago

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Danny Fenton’s Field Trip to the Ghost Zone!

I have had the wonderful opportunity to write a fic inspired by the art of the wonderful @arisu-artnfics as part of @ecto-implosion. I ended up thinking it would be fun to bring in a trope from a completely different fandom, and write a Peter Parker Field Trip fic for Danny Fenton. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: All Aboard!

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Danny's bus careened wildly towards the portal. The bus driver tried to slam on the brakes, but the bus had too much momentum and the next thing Danny knew they were falling.

There was a brief moment of weightlessness as the bus fell, and everyone screamed as they held on for dear life.

Before Danny could do anything, the sky outside the windows went green and they hit the ground, the bus coming to a very abrupt stop.

The students' screams peter out into soft crying and whispering as everyone checks themselves over to make sure they are alright. Except for Mr. Lancer, he was still screaming.

The bus driver unbuckles himself and runs towards the back of the bus. "Out of my way! I ain't staying here!"

Danny watches, baffled, as the driver throws open the emergency exit in the back of the bus and executes a perfect swan dive into the rapidly shrinking portal. It closes behind him, and Danny is left staring out at the Ghost Zone.

Next to him, Sam was spluttering with rage. "That coward! When we get back I'm gonna strangle him!"

Danny sighs. "Sam, what did we say about threatening bodily harm to humans?"

"Oh come on Danny, that guy just abandoned a bunch of kids-"

"And Mr. Lancer!" Tucker interjects.

Sam rolls her eyes. "A bunch of kids, and Mr. Lancer, in another dimension. He'd deserve it!"

"Personally, I'm gonna get him fired. I doubt that our parents would be happy to hear about this." Valerie says.

Sam thinks about it for a moment before grinning at the other girl. "I can live with that."

They shake on it, and Danny decides he’s just gonna ignore that. Whatever those two have planned could be a problem for future Danny. He almost felt sorry for the bus driver. Then again, the guy did abandon them in the ghost zone, so maybe not.

"Come on guys, let's see if we can figure out where we are."

The four of them hop out of the back of the bus, and Danny looks around to see if he recognizes anything. If he was lucky, someone he knew would be nearby to help him get his class back to Amity Park.

Danny looks up at the green sky and the floating doors. He had been to the ghost zone several times over the last few years, but he didn't recognize wherever it was they had landed. Behind him and his friends, the rest of their classmates were climbing out of the bus too. All of them enthralled by the toxic green sky that was dotted with constellations of floating islands and purple doors.

"So Danny, what's the plan?" Sam asks him.

He turns and looks at her. "What? Why do I have to come up with the plan?"

Sam just raises an eyebrow and points back at Mr. Lancer, who had finally stumbled out of the bus and was staring up at the green sky in absolute bafflement.

Danny sighs. "Point taken."

Seeing a nearby hill, Danny figures that a higher vantage point couldn’t hurt, so he and the others start walking towards it.

He was surprised when he saw a building on the other side of the hill. Most islands in the zone were entirely empty, what were the odds that they had actually managed to land on one that was inhabited?

The door to the building opens and Danny sighs when he sees a familiar ghost walk out. Good old Fenton luck. He winces as the ghost notices them and yells to them.

“Hello children! It is I, Technus! Master of all things electric and technological! What brings you to my humble abode? We are far from your usual haunts.”

“Hi Technus. Sorry for stopping by unannounced. We were on a field trip and our bus fell through a natural portal. Do you think you can help us get to the Far Frozen? My parents closed our portal, and Frostbite is our best bet to get home.”

Honestly, Danny was actually pretty happy to see Technus. Sure the ghost was loud, but as long as he wasn’t in the middle of a plot he tended to be a pretty helpful guy.

Case in point, Technus immediately perking up when asked to help. “Fell through a portal you say? Well, I Technus, master of all things technological and electronic, will assist you in getting your bus back home!”

See very helpful!

“Thanks Technus. I really appreciate it!” Danny says, smiling at the other ghost.

“For a price!”

Wait what?

“I Technus, will help you get home, for the low low price of 500 Doomed coins!”

He hears a snort from behind him and turns to look at his friends. Sam and Tucker were badly hiding smiles and Val actually laughed at him when Danny looked at her.

“Come on Danny, it’s not like that’s actually a bad deal,” Tucker says.

“It’s about the principle!” Danny whisper yells back.

“Since when did you get those?” Val asks with a raised eyebrow.

Danny huffs. “Alright, fine.” He turns back to Technus. “Since my friends think that that’s a great deal they will be more than happy to pay you once we get back.” He ignores both Tucker and Val’s angry yells, and Sam’s ‘I have so many Doomed coins I don’t even care’ laugh.

“You have a deal, ghost child!” Technus holds his hand out for Danny to shake, but Technus had just reminded him of a very important detail.

“One more thing, my classmates don’t know I’m a ghost.” Technus looks over Danny’s shoulder at his friends, confused. “No, not them! They obviously know. I meant my other classmates. They don’t know I’m Phantom, and they would absolutely freak out if they found out! So you can’t call me ghost kid or Phantom or anything else alright?”

Technus’s confusion clears and he nods happily. “Do not fear! I, Technus, will make sure to only refer to you as Danny Fenton! Normal human child who is completely human and definitely not a ghost.”

Danny winces. “Maybe just stick with just Fenton, yeah?”

They shook on it and made their way towards the crash site, where Mr. Lancer had only just discovered their little disappearance.

“Over here Mr. Lancer!” Danny calls, getting their teacher’s attention.

“Mr. Fenton! Where the Oliver Twist were you?” Mr. Lancer asks.

“We were trying to figure out where we were, Mr. Lancer, and we found some help!”

Danny gestures to Technus. Who waves enthusiastically. “Yes! I am Technus, master of all things science and technology! I will help you get home at the request of Danny Fenton!”

Lancer stared at them. Danny swore he could almost see his teacher blue screen, which was fitting, considering who they were working with, but after his teacher rebooted the man just looked tired. “Yeah sure that works. It’s not like I have any better ideas.

Given the way Mr. Lancer’s eye twitched when Technus responded with a gleeful cackle, he really wished he did.

Technus flies up and phases into the bus, the bus turning Technus’s signature green and black and a screen with Technus’s face popping out from... somewhere? The bus definitely hadn’t had that before, but Danny wasn’t gonna waste the mental energy to figure out where it came from.

“All aboard children! Your bus is ready to depart!” the Technus on the screen said.

The other students looked apprehensively between the bus and Mr. Lancer. The man sighed and gestured for them to board, but no one did.

Danny huffs and he and his friends hop onto the bus. They took the front seats since the A-Listers didn’t, and Danny felt more than a little petty joy when Dash got on and had to walk past them to the middle seats.

Mr. Lancer climbs into the bus and Technus closes the door behind him.

“Off we go!” Technus yells, and they rise off the ground and sped away from the island. Danny’s classmates, and of course Mr. Lancer, shrieking in surprise.

~o0o~

Dan Phantom had been stuck inside the Fenton Thermos for almost a year, and now that he had finally broken free he had only one goal: End Danny Phantom.

His uppity do-gooder alternate self had managed to ruin his already bad afterlife, and Dan was going to make sure that he ruined his.

Unfortunately, his past self was both resourceful and powerful. Fortunately however, Dan wasn’t a do-gooding hero like his alternate self. He was the villain in this story. He didn’t have to play fair. Which is what had brought him to the castle floating in front of him.

He made his way past the unmoving skeleton guards to the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. He floated in front of it for a moment, trying to decide how to open it. In the end he shrugged and simply smashed it open with his fist.

Pariah Dark emerged with a roar, and Dan dodged his wildly swinging fists, before pinning the former king of ghosts to the ground.

“Hello there Pariah Dark. I have a proposition for you.”

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