#if the watch is wrong I had to improvise because I asked for what it looked like and didn't get an answer on time

[ruckis-vandalizes]

a crimmy gift for @yourlightningfox :D I call it "Two gods of insanity, one god of chaos", or alternatively, "the known universe and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day"

Furhn is also here, because lore @6clawdy6

[coldfanbou]

Driving Her Crazy

A small road trip with Yubin and a little spicy time in the car because of her.

length 2K

Yubin X Mreader

It was 4 pm. If all went well, you’d be at your destination for the perfect view. You shut the car door and start the engine, listening to it roar. You look over at Yubin. “Ready?” 

“Ready,” she responds,  a toothy grin on her face.

“Alright, get comfortable. We’ll be driving for 12 hours and won’t make many stops.” you remind her before leaving your home and beginning your road trip. Yubin was excited about traveling with you around the northwestern part of the US. She was more than excited after you told her of the sight there. The first part of your plan was to get to your mountain resort so you could show Yubin how to snowboard. The first hour went by fast, and you both quickly grew tired of the drive, especially when you started thinking about how much longer you had. 

“You know, when you said 12 hours, I thought it wouldn’t feel like too long…I was wrong.” Yubin says as she stares out the window. 

“I told you it was going to be a long time, and unfortunately, there’s nothing of interest around here.”  

Yubin turns to you, her hands clinging to your arm. “Isn’t there something for us to do? I don’t think I’ll be able to last the entire ride in here doing nothing.” 

“I mean, you could take the wheel for a while if you want to.”

Yubin’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Really? Can I?” she asks eagerly. You nod, and she quickly takes over the wheel. She adjusts the seat, inching it forward and raising it so she can see over the dashboard. “Let’s do this!” She exclaims, pressing the gas and causing the car to lurch forward. She looks at you with a sheepish grin. “Oops?” she chuckles. You can't help but roll your eyes and shake your head at her. 

Yubin purses her lips and lightly presses on the gas, slowly building up to the speed limit and driving along while you take your break. Yubin enjoys taking charge and following the directions you give her. Being in control of the drive there gives her a sense of purpose, but after about two hours, she tires of having to be focused. “I don’t  think I want to drive anymore.”

You chuckle, “But you said you wanted to drive earlier.”

“I take it back. Can you drive?” 

“Alright, let's pull over at the next exit. We’ll grab some snacks, and we can switch places.” Yubin accelerates, eager to switch roles as soon as possible. 

Stopping at a gas station, Yubin heads inside to get snacks for the rest of your drive while you fill-up the car. She finishes her shopping trip first, sneaking herself into the back seats and bringing them down to make an improvised bed. As she’s about to climb in, you tug at the straps of her shirt, “Not happening, get in the front.” Yubin pouts and gets in the front seat, huffing as she shuts the door.

Once you're done, you climb into the driver's seat and drive off, driving through heavily wooded areas as you contrive. The evening sky becomes dark as the thick canopy lets little light break through. Yubin spends time on her phone, switching between apps as she finds something to do. A sudden moan makes you jump, and you look over at Yubin; she has the face of someone caught watching something they shouldn’t be. “Really? Right now?”

“I have nothing to watch. I didn’t download any of my shows!” She shouts, 

“There are so many other things you can watch,” you shout back, trying to hold in your laughter. 

Yubin briefly quiets before whispering, “We haven’t done it all day.” 

“Is that what this is about?”

“Yes, you know I need to do it at least once.” 

You ruffle your hair. “We can’t really do it right now. I’m driving, and we have a schedule to stick to.” 

“At least let me have a taste; you can still drive while I do it.” You groan, knowing that Yubin would probably keep asking through the entire drive if you disagreed now.

“Alright, fine.” Yubin claps her hands before leaning over the center console. She unbuttons your jeans and pulls out your cock, licking her lips as she strokes it slowly.

“Come to mommy.” She whispers before kissing the tip, feeling it twitch against her lips. She smirks before moving down your shaft and planting soft kisses along it. You groan while trying to stay focused on driving. Luckily, no cars were around, so you had more room for errors. You looked down, watching Yubin’s head bob up and down as she used her tongue along the tip.

You felt her slowly building up to more, taking in more of your cock. You groan loudly as your cock hits the back of her throat. Yubin holds herself against your crotch, her tongue moving from side to side. You place one hand on Yubin’s head and push her down further, moaning her name as you feel her tighten her throat around your cock. “Shit,” you grunt, struggling to keep from cumming this instant. Yubin pulls away, smiling as she strokes your shaft.

“Cum for me; I want to taste it,” she whispers into your ear before dragging her tongue along it. Yubin kisses your cheek before swallowing your cock again, her lips forming a tight seal around your shaft as her tongue swirls around the head. You groan, your hips bucking instinctively as you try to keep control of the car. You feel Yubin hold you down as she continues to bob her head, hungry for something to eat. 

You roar as you cum inside her mouth. Yubin runs her hand along the base of your shaft, stroking you quickly in hopes of getting as much cum from you as possible. Her mouth quickly fills with your cum. She moans, enjoying the taste as it hits her tongue and swallowing as much as possible. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks you dry, ensuring not a single drop escapes. She pulls back, licking her lips and smiling. “Ah! That was great,” She says, stretching her arms and leaning back in her seat. She glances at your lip cock, her eyes wandering up slowly until she reaches your face. “You know, I ought to thank you for driving the rest of the night. I have just the reward. You can use me anytime you want, anytime.” Yubin repeats. “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me,” she says with a smirk as she adjusts herself in her seat. “Whatever you decide, I won’t mind,” Yubin shuts her eyes and smiles to herself as you continue driving. You pay her no mind continuing onward. 

Yubin falls asleep some hours later. You glance in her direction whenever she rolls from one side to the other. During one of her rolls, you notice that one of her straps has rolled down her shoulder, giving you a view of her cleavage. It makes your cock stir as you imagine her tits. The next time she rolls over, Yubin turns away from you, and you see her shorts have ridden up, showing off her plump ass. You’re hard and struggle to keep your eyes away from Yubin’s body. Her words ring in your mind now, “I wouldn’t mind waking up with you inside me.” It gnaws at you for a while before you decide to pull over, hiding yourself on the roadside. You move to Yubin’s side of the car and take her into the back, where she had made the backseats a bed. You place Yubin on her stomach and pull down her shorts. You stare at Yubin’s thong, debating whether you should continue before deciding that you should. You pull it down slowly, leaving them around her thighs. You stare at Yubin’s ass running your hands along it and squeezing it softly. You notice her wet cunt and move toward it, lifting her hips and moving your arm around her waist. You rub her cunt slowly, moving your fingers around her clit. You hear her breathing get heavier, and as you continue, you hear Yubin softly moan your name as she sleeps. You slip a finger inside her, feeling her warm walls squeeze your fingers as you stretch her out. Yubin’s breathing turns into soft moans as you toy with her. 

You can’t hold back any longer, though; you replace your finger with the real thing, pushing your cock inside Yubin slowly until you buried inside her. Yubin’s moans continue as you begin thrusting. You move slowly, trying not to wake Yubin. Your grip her waist gently and push your length inside her slippery cunt. You moan Yubin’s name as you move inside her. Her sleeping form turns you on more as she takes your cock easily. 

You feel her tighten around you, though, and it drives you mad. You try to keep your slow pace, but can’t you begin thrusting harder and faster, ramming your cock deep into Yubin’s cunt. Yubin begins to stir slowly, moans still flowing from her lips as she begins to realize what’s happening; a smile forms on her lips as she feels your cock knock against her womb. “Thanks for the wake-up, big boy.” She says, placing her hand over her stomach and feeling your cock move around inside her. The thought of you using her while she slept pushes Yubin to the edge, and after a few more thrusts, she cums on your cock, moaning loudly as her walls tighten around you.

You groan, feeling your climax approach. Flipping Yubin onto her back, you start thrusting into her again, wanting to watch her face as you cum inside her. You thrust wildly, Yubin’s cunt squeezing you as you flood her body with pleasure. Her moans become louder, and she wraps her legs and arms around you, forcing you deeper into her cunt. As you near your orgasm, Yubin’s walls begin to tighten around you again, and she screams, “I’m cumming!” her body begins to convulse as you bury yourself inside of her and flood her pussy with your cum. Yubin lets out a silent moan as her head tilts back; her body shakes as she feels your hot semen pour into her. Minutes pass as you remain buried inside her. You kiss Yubin softly, caressing her hair as you both cool off. You pull out of Yubin slowly, reach toward the front seats, grab a water bottle, and hand it to her. She sips the water as she remains lying on her back. “That felt great; my body is still tingling.”

“Yeah, it was really good,” you say, breathing heavily. You lean over and kiss Yubin's forehead, smiling at her. “Let’s rest for a few more minutes before we get going again. We need to get to our hotel on time. Yubin nods, and the two of you stay in the back for ten minutes before getting dressed.

You get back on the road and continue your drive. Yubin stays awake, keeping you company and chatting with you. There was about one more hour of driving left when she reached over and tried to fish your cock out of your pants. “Hey, not now.” You try to tell her, but Yubin argues back, eventually getting you to pull over. “It’s not safe, and we’ve already done enough.”

“You weren’t complaining when I was giving you a blowjob yesterday,” she retorts as she climbs over to your side, moving the seat back. She grabs your cock and slips it inside her cunt, moaning softly. “There we go,” she coos. “I want to get you ready for the hotel because I want you to fuck me silly when we get there.” 

“Ugh, fine,” you agree reluctantly. Yubin smiles and presses her ass against you, grinding on you as you drive the remaining hour. Each little bump on the road caused her to bounce on your cock, making her more hungry for what was to come at your hotel.

[demonpiratehuntress]

Ace + (Name) Day

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - part 2 to "marry me", since someone wanted the wedding :) Ace chooses his birthday to be the date of your wedding, and you wonder why until he tells you.

warnings - none

a/n: happy birthday to the man who never fails to make me feel better regardless of my mood, our very VERY special fire fist <3

After proposing to you, Ace wanted to immediately start planning the wedding. Being pirates, you couldn't have a very big, very extravagant ceremony, but you didn't want one. You insisted that just being his wife made you happy enough, but Ace wanted you to have a wedding.

And he chose his birthday as the date.

Except that he didn't let you keep track of the date, so you wouldn't know he did that until the day came.

Marco helped you shop for a dress, Thatch baked an absolutely gorgeous cake and the rest of the crew decorated the ship as best they could to suit a wedding ceremony. Naturally, Whitebeard was asked to officiate. Ace even had backup plans upon backup plans for anything that might go wrong, a testament to how much he wanted this day to be perfect for you.

And when you walked out in that long white dress, a radiant smile on your face and nothing but happiness and excitement in your eyes, Ace swore he would have broken down in happy tears right then and there. As he watched you come down the improvised aisle, walked down by Marco, he couldn't take his eyes off you and felt them brimming with tears. You looked absolutely stunning, and for the first time Ace found himself speechless. His tongue was tied. A lump formed in his throat. He was marrying the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

Marco handed you off to Ace at the makeshift altar, which was really just you and Ace standing in front of Whitebeard's seat. You smiled up at your soon-to-be husband, and Ace's knees knocked together. It wasn't often that he got nervous, but you looked so amazing it was damn near impossible for him to keep it together.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate a love that is truly rare among pirates," Whitebeard began, trying not to read off of cue cards Marco held up from the back. Still, it was extremely sweet.

You barely listened to Whitebeard, your gaze transfixed on the stunning man before you. He did not wear a shirt, as predicted, so his tie kind of just...hung there. It might have been tacky to anyone else, but it made you giggle and you loved it because it was just so him. He still looked godly, so handsome you could cry. And the smile on his face...nothing in the world made you happier. You wiped a few tears from his cheeks as Whitebeard finally got to the questions.

"Do you, Portgas D. Ace, take (Last Name) (Name) to be your wife?"

"I do."

You smiled even more, as Ace hadn't even let the captain finish before he gave his response.

"And do you, (Last Name) (Name), take Portgas D. Ace to be your husband?"

"I do."

Now it was Ace's turn to smile, and you both felt butterflies bloom in your stomachs. You had been together long, but you still gave each other that sickeningly sweet feeling every time and it was only compounded now by the fact that you were making your union, your marriage, official.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Ace didn't hesitate, he was grabbing you and pulling you forward to press his lips against yours as soon as that sentence ended. He kissed you passionately, moulding his lips against your own with such fierce love that you could barely stay standing. His grip on you was the only thing keeping you from collapsing as he stole the air from your lungs with his absolutely breathtaking kiss. When you pulled apart, you were both breathless and Ace rested his forehead against your own with a soft smile.

"Oh, and happy birthday Ace."

Your eyes shot wide open when you heard that, and panic filled you. You hadn't realised it was already his birthday, it wasn't like you forgot but you had just not been able to keep up with what day it was.

"Ace-"

"Shhh," he put a finger to your lips, "I wanted to marry you today."

"Why?" You mumbled against his finger, blushing madly. "It's your-"

"Our day," he corrected, still grinning, "I wanted to marry you today because...(Name), I've never really felt like I could celebrate my birthday. I hated my existence more than anyone else until you came and made me feel like I was worthy of living. You came and made me feel like I had a purpose, and that purpose is loving you. You've given me a reason to live, a reason to exist, so I want to dedicate this day to you. To us. I wanted to marry you today because you are the best gift that I could ever receive."

Your eyes went wide again, before you smiled softly and felt tears fill your eyes, "Ace...that's so sweet. That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I love you, I love you so so much." You pulled him in and hugged him fiercely, peppering kisses all over his face.

"I love you too," he sighed happily, enjoying your passionate affection.

The rest of the day was spent celebrating the official union, with lots of partying, lots of eating, and most of all...lots of drinking. Laughter and cheering filled the air, and there was no happier atmosphere than that on the Moby Dick that day.

Later on, you pulled Ace aside and handed him a small giftwrapped box, smiling.

"I would have left it with everyone else's gifts but I wanted to give it to you personally."

He took it slowly, already overwhelmed by the love you'd shown him today, and stared at you in awe for a moment - as if he couldn't believe you were real. Then he opened the present slowly, and what he saw inside melted him entirely.

It was a beaded bracelet just like his necklace, only it had both your intials carved onto the beads, with a heart in between.

"This..." He looked up at you again, actually starting to cry again, "(Name) this is..." He couldn't even describe how much it meant to him. His hands were trembling, but he slid the bracelet on immediately. "This is perfect. I'm never taking it off."

"I'm glad you like it," you beamed, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He turned at the last second and connected your lips with his again, arms winding around your waist so he could hold you against him as he locked you in another dizzying, world-rocking kiss.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Praises and 'I love you's' fell from the fiery commander's lips repeatedly, his lips finding as many places to kiss on your face as he could. You smiled, giggling a little cause it tickled, and held him close.

"I love you too."

Eventually you and Ace were called upon to slow dance in front of everyone, and you happily wrapped your arms around your husband's neck as you gently swayed together on the improv dancefloor. Your head rested on his shoulder, and his chin on top of your head, and as you listened to his heartbeat, you knew...this was where you had always been destined to be. Safely wrapped up in Ace's arms, for the rest of your life.

"To Ace and (Name) Day!" Someone cheered loudly, eliciting even louder cheers from the rest of the crew.

You smiled at that, and Ace grinned, as both of you spoke at the same time.

"To Ace and (Name) Day..."

a/n - i hope this was as good as expected! and again, happy birthday to our loveable, fiery goofball, Portgas D. Ace!

[adnauseum11]

Low Intensity Conflict (John Price x Reader)

John deals with the interloper and pushes boundaries.

1.4k words

CW: swearing, allusions to physical violence

feedback welcome!

John doesn’t come straight to you, as you had assumed he would, but goes directly to your place. He tells you to hang up and call the police as you hear him getting out of his car. The call disconnects before you can reply.

You call the police with shaking hands and give your address to the woman on the other end. You’re walking back when you hear shouting. You’d recognize John’s gravelly voice anywhere and pick up your pace, concerned. When you approach the front door, you can hear thumps and scuffling in between the yelling. The operator on the other end of the line can hear it too apparently, because she asks if an ambulance is needed.

You can hear the panic in your own voice when you say you aren’t sure. Biting your lip, you debate entering to see what’s going on. The woman on the other end of the phone call urges you to remain in a safe place, which you are prepared to do until you hear John calling for you. 

“Here, I’m here.” You call back, your voice wavering. 

“Good girl, come to me. Upstairs.” 

John’s confident voice pulls you into the apartment, the woman waiting on the phone line forgotten. There’s evidence of a struggle the deeper you move into the apartment, pictures knocked askew and items knocked off tables and shelves. You timidly climb the stairs, unsure what you’ll find. 

What you’re confronted with when you enter your bedroom is a stranger, forced to kneel on your rug with his ankles and hands zip-tied together in improvised handcuffs. He’s glaring at you from behind a cut and swelling eye with so much malice you freeze at the threshold, unwilling to come any closer. John is behind him, holding his bound wrists behind his back, forcing his shoulders up at an uncomfortable angle. 

“Bring me your phone.” John’s radiating calm, holding a hand out for you. “It’s alright love, he can’t hurt you. Come here.” 

You dance around the edge of the room to get close enough to hand John the phone clutched in your hand and then dart back to the doorway. Instead of answering the woman on the line as you expect, John hangs up the call and pockets your phone, looking at you steadily. 

“Our new friend doesn’t want to explain what he’s doing here. You’re going to take 2 minutes before the police arrive and look around. You’re going to tell me anything that’s out of place. I want to know what he’s after.”

You can feel your eyes widening, not expecting to be given a task. You obey and head to your vanity immediately, the jewellery box filled with vintage pieces untouched once you open it for inspection. You frown. You check a few other obvious places, like your spare change jar and find nothing moved. You finally step to your tiny desk, realizing even though you left it messy that someone has tossed your papers around and rummaged through the drawers. 

“The… desk. It’s all… wrong.”

You finally say, frowning at John who’s watching you closely. He nods and jerks his head towards the door. 

“That’s excellent, love. Go wait for the police outside, I’m going to help our guest down the stairs.”

You nod jerkily, a fine trembling taking over your limbs as the adrenaline subsides in your system. You can feel John’s eyes on you as you shakily head back down to wait on the front stoop. You hear the sounds of more scuffling and then a sharp cry of pain, followed by limping steps. When the police show up, you flag them down, leading them into the apartment. John and the stranger are in the living room, the stranger with one more dislocated shoulder than you recall him having only several minutes earlier. You don’t ask, assuming it came about in the struggle with John.

You both have to give statements, the police particularly interested in John and the zip-tie handcuffs. You’re drooping by the time everyone clears out and leaves you two alone in the wrecked apartment. John’s presence is comforting, taking charge of the situation as your energy wanes and reality starts to settle in. He ushers you back up to your room, opening your closet as he speaks.

“Pack a bag love, enough for a few days and anything you don’t want actually stolen. Get your jewellery. You’re staying with me.”

“What? I can’t just…leave my place with the door like that.”

“You can and you will.” John answers evenly, in a tone of voice that doesn’t leave much room for argument. 

You manage to find the energy to argue though, and push back, fisting your hands on your hips.

“John, all my…my whole life is here!”

But he’s already rummaging in your closet, pulling your suitcase out and tossing it on to your bed.

“I’m not having you stay in a place with a damaged and unlockable front door. Absolutely not. No.”

John’s adamant, his big frame mirroring your pose, putting his hands on his hips and facing you. 

“John, I’m an adult –“ 

You try to reason with him, but he won’t hear it. 

“Listen, I get it. I do. But it’s not safe, love. The door has to be replaced. You gotta focus on what matters, and what matters is you being safe. Everything else is just… stuff.”

“But…”

“Listen darling, I love you, but you aren’t fucking staying here and that’s final. Pack your stuff or I will.”

John’s tone brooks no further nonsense. You get the impression that he will physically remove you from the premises if need be. 

Between his admission and sharp words, you’re startled enough to comply without much more of a fight, frowning as you collect your belongings. John hovers at the top of the stairs protectively, watching you shuffle around and organize your suitcase. If you drag your heels and take longer than necessary John doesn’t comment on it, hefting your luggage once you’ve filled it with your selections.   

“This is bullshit.” 

You finally state petulantly as he ushers you back downstairs to his car, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide your trembling. From anger or fear or both you don’t know, exhausted from the adrenaline surges and wild emotions. 

“I know, love.” 

He agrees easily, opening the car door for you and settling your suitcase in the trunk. You watch him wrestle the damaged front door shut as best he can and slide his thumb back and forth over something near the top of the doorframe. He returns to the vehicle, his face drawn with concern. His palm settles on your thigh as he drives, the heat of his body steadying your frayed nerves despite your annoyance. 

Within hours of your arrival at John’s place, his previous evening plans arrive. An old friend, with only a few hours between flights whom he couldn’t divert. You’re polite but tired and escape to John’s room after introductions, crawling into bed. You can hear the rise and fall of their masculine voices down the hall but their conversation is indistinct as you drift in and out of sleep.

His friend is gone by the time John wakes you, crawling in to bed beside you. You hum tiredly as he kisses your temple, sliding his arms around you. 

“Alright, love?” 

He asks lowly, resting his chin against the crown of your head. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent before you reply.

“Think so. John?”

“mm?” He tenses slightly, bracing himself.

“Thank you. For being there, tonight. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

“But don’t talk to me like that again.” 

You follow up your thanks with a reminder that you aren’t used to taking orders. John sighs and runs his fingers through your hair slowly, as if he’s been expecting this.

“I’m sorry, love.” 

To your surprise he doesn’t push back as you expect him to, accepting your displeasure with equanimity. You leave it there, satisfied you’ve been heard. The room is quiet with your slowed breathing, and John stroking your hair, lulling you back to sleep. You don’t bring up what preceded his stern words, too exhausted for any more raw emotions tonight. 

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[intotitties]

❃ A night to remember

pairing: Kit Tanthalos x reader

warnings: fem!reader, kit is a black cat around everyone but a golden retriever with jade and reader, no use of y/n, 18+ topics but no smut, js kissing, reader has seen Kit a few times but didn’t realise she was the princess before, her mother made her basically never leave the house and work indoors

song: “A night to remember” by beabadoobee and laufey

a/n: it was really fun to write, i hope you’ll enjoy:) if you want to request smh don’t afraid to! english is not my first language but i tried my best to find all the mistakes.

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“I swear i have seen her before” Kit sighed as she swinged her sword in Jades direction.

“Yeah? So maybe you should go on a adventure, looking for a girl that you slept with in your dream” she replied sarcastically and repelled Kits attack.

“Oh spare me” she put her hands up, signalling end of the training, “i don’t even remember what she looked like” she groaned and put her sword to its scabbard.

“I don’t know, maybe you will see her again in your next dream” she laughed.

Dreams. Kit got many dreams in her life, but none of them could compete with that one she’s got a week ago. She’d never forget about that pretty girl underneath her white sheets, the soft kisses they shared and the night they spent.. she could remember every detail about that dream, the warmth, the scent of the other girl, the things she felt.. yet she still couldn’t remember her face.

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After the training Kit went straight to the dining room, where her mother was already waiting for her.

“Where is Airk?” said Sorsha as Kit sat down next to her.

“I’m here mother” Airk showed up before Kit could answer, sitting down next to his sister.

“Good, now if you let me” she said as she stood up, “since you are getting married to the princess of Galladoorn” her gaze turned to Airk “there will be a party in two days, and i expect you two to show up” she announced.

Marrying a person you haven’t even seen before.. Kit gave her brother a look full of compassion. She didn’t even imagine what he must feel right now.

A weird feeling hit her when she noticed a girl talking with an older maid. Strange warmth filled her heart and a blush crept onto her face as she watched her every move.

“Kit?” Sorsha snapped her out of her trance, making Kit look at her.

“Sorry mother, i’m not hungry” she said as she stood up, when her eyes traveled back, the girl was done.

She ran to the older maid “Excuse me, do you know this girl you were talking with?” she asked politely.

What a stupid question.

“Oh, of course! She is my daughter” the old lady smiled “is there something wrong with her?” she asked worriedly.

“Oh no, no! My mother wants her to help with the food and everything at the party” she improvised, a nervous chuckle left her mouth.

The maid gave her a slightly suspicious look, because ber daughter wasn’t even working in the castle but before she could say anything, Kit was already on her way to Jades house.

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“Calm down!” annoyed moan left Jades mouth as she had to listen her best friend ask her about the same thing for the 10th time.

“What do i even do” she cried.

“Make her a bouquet, give her something yours, be creative!” Jade hit Kits shoulder.

“Will you help me?” she looked at her, almost begging for help.

It’s not that Kit was totally clueless about romantic stuff, she was just kinda inexperienced and lost in the feeling. She’s got some little crushes before, but never asked anyone out. She was too scared of rejection, but this time was different.

For the rest of the day Kit and Jade were looking for the perfect bouquet to impress the girl from her dream.

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The next day she was planning everything from the start of the party to the end. But i guess everything went to hell when she saw you in the crowd. The feeling of deja vu hit her when she took a longer look of your face.

Flowered blue dress with green corset made you look in her eyes like some goddess, making her even more nervous.

“She is so attractive” she mumbled into Jades shoulder, hiding her flushed face.

“Go talk to her” she answered.

Kit blew up every chance she got to talk to you, which annoyed Jade even more. She even brought her a drink to help her relax, but it didn’t seem to work. And this is how the past hour passed.

Eventually, Jade got mad and intervened. She dragged Kit to the dance floor, where you were talking with someone and pushed her at you, making it look like an accident.

“Oh i am so sorry! Are you okay?” Kit said, her voice trembling.

“Yeah.. yes i’m okay” you answered quietly.

After a longer moment of awkward silence she asked “Do you want to.. dance with me?” her hand waiting for you to grab it.

You nodded shyly and grabbed her hand, she guided you through the crowd to get more space to dance. Her hands rested on your waist as you slowly wrapped yours around her neck, making her slightly pull you closer.

You two swayed to the music “I feel like this happened before” you said quietly, smiling softly under your nose at how absurdly it sounded.

She wished she could see the smile of yours for the rest of her life.

“Well, it’s happening now” she looked into your eyes.

“Have i seen you before?” you said as you scanned her face.

“You don’t know me?” she asked in slight disbelief.

“Should i?” you replied with a nervous chuckle.

She took your hand again and led you through the hallway of the castle, you followed her without hesitation.

“Are you gonna tell me where are we going or i should start worrying that you want to kill me” you heard her quiet laugh at your words.

While the two of you were walking, a small but meaningful to you conversation started. Just about your hobbies, interests, nothing big but you two seemed like you’ve known each others for years.

After a longer while you could see a big garden with a lot of flowers and a big tree in the middle. It was dark outside so the only source of light came from the windows.

“We shouldn’t be there! The queen’s gonna be mad” you whispered, however she didn’t seem to care.

Kit sat down under the apple tree and signalled you to come closer “You look so pretty” she said as you stood in front of her.

A slight blush decorated your face. You sat down next to Kit, her hand brushing against yours “We are gonna get in trouble” you mumbled.

She sighed and looked you, you could notice her gaze on your lips “That might sound crazy but.. with you i feel like i belong somewhere” she said, looking at the cloudless sky “and i know we don’t really know each other but i would really like to get to know you better”

“Maybe it was meant to be like that” you grabbed her hand and looked at the sky as well, “you didn’t tell me your name” your face turned to hers.

“Kit, Kit Tanthalos” she said hesitantly.

The realisation hit you immediately, you were flirting with the princess! “this is so wrong, i shouldn’t be here” you stood up as fast as you could, but she was faster to grab your hand and keep you in place.

“There is nothing wrong with this! Please.. wait here for a minute, promise me” she said, begging you to stay.

You sighed loudly and sat down under the tree again, she disappeared immediately.

Kit couldn’t believe that she forgot the gift she got you. She was never running this fast, the risk of loosing you from her sight again was too high. She grabbed it quickly and ran back to the garden.

When she got back, you saw her with a big bouquet of jasmines, yellow roses and forget me nots that she was holding. Your mouth slightly opened as you watched her get closer.

“Where did you get that?” she sat next to you and gave you the flowers.

“Save those questions for later, i still have something to give you” she showed you a pretty ring “it’s amazonite” she put it on your ring finger and kissed your hand “i hope it will always remind you of me”

“It will, thank you.. but i don’t have anything to give you” you said, feeling genuinely sad “oh! wait” you said as you took off your necklace “it was my grandmas, it’s ruby stone” you kneeled behind her and put it on, she smiled at your gesture.

“Do you like your gift? It was really hard to get” she laughed under her nose.

“Why are you doing this?” you said quietly, she looked into your eyes again.

“Sometimes, people listen to their hearts and do things that they don’t really know why they are doing” she got closer to you, one of her hands traveled to your cheek.

“I guess they will figure it out” you whispered.

Her lips brushed against yours as you closed your eyes. She laid you down and kissed softly - as if she would hurt you if she kissed harder. You deepened the kiss and put your hand on her neck what gave her more confidence. The kiss got more comfortable as you two got lost in the moment. You could feel her smile between the kisses. Nothing else existed, it felt like you have experienced this before.

Maybe you did, in another universe?

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[smittywing]

Dearly Beloved if still possible?

Sure!

Dearly Beloved is another fake married fic, (because tropes are my jam) this time for a case. The case, naturally, is what's gumming up the works. It's over 13,000 words but God save me from plot.

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The neighborhood bar was a place called Gilbert’s and reminded Jason of the Manor library. Lots of leather and polished wood, a relaxed, somewhat subdued atmosphere, and just about anything he wanted delivered by a man with a British accent. 

They sat at the bar and ordered fish and chips with mashed peas and Tim doused his fries in a good quarter bottle of malt vinegar. Neither of them were legitimately old enough to drink, but their cover IDs were, so Jason ordered a Guiness and Tim ordered a craft beer and talked excessively about the merits of sour ales until someone else at the bar had to weigh in. 

Jason could go undercover with the best of them, but he had to admit that he was impressed with how gracefully Tim could duck and weave in and out between his true self and the role he needed to play. It made Jason wonder if he ever really saw the real Tim. 

The kid Tim was chattering with was named Mike - Jason looked up when he heard introductions going down - and despite being an easy five years younger, Tim treated him with casual seniority. 

“This is my husband, Jay,” Tim said, glancing over his shoulder and granting a smile that made even Jay - Jason - believe that they were finally settled and happy after a tumultuous courtship and an avalanche of complicated feelings. 

Replacement was fucking *good* at this shit. 

“Nice to meet you,” Jason said, offering his hand to Mike. “You here alone?”

“Jay,” Tim breathed and Jason felt a hard grip on his knee. Wow. Replacement was going all in. 

Mike flushed. “I uh, I was waiting for someone,” he mumbled. “Don’t think he’s showing though.”

“This guy stood me up on our first date,” Jason said casually. 

“You gave me the wrong address,” Tim said without missing a beat. And Tim claimed to hate it when Jason improvised. 

“And now you’re married?” Mike asked eagerly. “How did you meet?”

“I went down on him in the bathroom of a dance club,” Jason said, pleased with his own straight face. 

“Jay!”

Their meet-cute was in the legend, because Tim apparently had a very clear idea of how his grand imaginary romance with Golden Boy had gone. They had played on the same intramural soccer team in college but were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. It had been a textbook romance but Jason knew it wouldn’t have been textbook, not with him. 

Tim palmed the back of Jason’s neck and squeezed, hard enough for Jason to feel the rebuke in it but simultaneously swept his thumb up the throbbing tendon in the side of Jason’s neck. Jason immediately popped a stiffie. Fuck. 

“That’s how it happened,” Jason doubled down. “I’m good at what I do,” he said, leaning around Tim to leer at Mike. 

“That’s not what we tell polite company,” Tim muttered. His hand hadn’t left Jason’s neck and his fingers were sliding up Jason’s neck and into his hair. 

Jason’s cock twitched again, and he shifted on the stool. 

“Aw, Mikey’s not polite company, he’s our neighbor now, right?” Jay asked, hooking his hand around Tim’s hip. He could feel the jut of Tim’s hipbone through his khakis and yeah, that wasn’t helping the situation in Jason’s pants *at all*.  

Tim laughed, not his usual quiet chuckle but an actual laugh Jason knew had to be fake because he had never, ever heard it before. “You are the worst,” he said affectionately, which Jason had *definitely* heard before though maybe not in that tone. “Let him decide for himself, okay?” 

He stood up on the rung of his barstool, briefly towering above Jason, and - holy shit - dropped a kiss, equally sweet and dirty, into Jason’s mouth. Tim tasted like his stupid apricot beer as he leaned away and stepped off the stool, heading for the men’s room. 

Jason licked his lower lip - fucking *apricot*, really Tim? - and watched Tim’s trim ass disappear into the restroom before he looked back at Mike, whose pupils had gone heart-shaped. 

“This isn’t that kind of place,” Mike volunteered before Jason could say anything. 

“What kind of place?” Jay asked, his mind still on Tim’s perfect ass. 

“The kind of place where you follow him and recreate your first meeting,” Mike said, but it wasn’t even a leer. Poor kid was just a hopeless romantic. 

Jason shook his head and smiled into his beer. He hoped it looked abashed, like maybe that was what he was actually thinking. “What are you doing drinking that fruity shit, kid?” he asked. “C’mon, pick out something that will put hair on your chest.”

“I actually like a nice lambic,” Mike said.

God save him from people who wanted to call their beer anything other than beer. 

“You been here long?” Jason asked as Mike studied the beer menu like he’d never seen it before.

“My whole life,” he answered idly. “I mean, I’ve been in Bludhaven my whole life. I only moved down here after my parents died.”

“Sorry to hear,” Jason said. Almost everyone Jason knew was an orphan but this was not usually the conversation he had with them. 

“It’s, I mean, I miss them but it’s easier, kind of. They weren’t very good with me being - you know. Out.”

Jason hummed in sympathy. He didn’t really know much about that either. He glanced toward the restrooms wondering when Tim was going to *get his ass back here.* He needed at least another topic or two of small talk before he could comfortably discuss the bloody murder spree without seeming suspicious. 

“Hey.” 

Jason turned to see a tall, heartbreakingly handsome man standing over Mike with a hand on his shoulder. He appeared to be talking to Jason.

“You must be Mike’s date,” the man said, squaring his free hand at Jason. Jason met it, going for firm, but friendly. The other guy gripped harder.

“Not me,” he said, holding up his left hand in defense. “I’m here with my husband. We were just chatting with Mike.”

“Oh yeah?” the guy drawled, sizing Jason up. He seemed skeptical. “You new to the neighborhood?”

“We are,” Jason acknowledged, finally getting his hand back. “We’re subletting a place in the Remington building. I’m Jay.”

“Danny Ramirez,” the man grunted.

“You can call me Al,” Tim cut in, appearing at Jason’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, hi,” Danny said, taking Tim’s hand in a far gentler grip and doing the most obvious wedding ring check in the history of ever. “Danny.”

“I can’t leave you along for a minute, can I?” Tim chided Jason softly.

“Hey, you’re the one who picked up Mike,” Jason reminded him. “I just found his bodyguard.”

“Danny’s not my bodyguard,” Mike interrupted. “He’s just a friend. He’s protective.”

“Gotta watch out for our little buddy,” Danny said. He seemed to be warming up. Marginally.

“I like that neighbors watch out for each other,” Tim said. “I work in Gotham but Jay’s a writer and he works from home.”

Jason stepped on Tim’s foot. Tim snaked his foot away before Jason could press down and snagged his ankle around Jason’s. 

*Writer* was not in the legend.  Jason was supposed to be a fucking *insurance agent*.

“What kind of books do you write?” Mike piped up eagerly. “Or do you write magazine articles? Or something else?”

“I’m, uh - “ Jason started, but Tim was way ahead of him.

“He’s writing a crime novel,” he said, fucking *beaming*. His hand pressed warmly into the small of Jason’s back, under his jacket and dammit, Jason was going to get all hot and bothered again.  “He was a reporter for *years* and now he’s going to write a novel. A series of them.”

“Wow really?” Mike asked, clearly awed by Jason’s impending fame. “Like Michael Connelly? Or Harlan Coban? Or -”

“I mean, I haven’t written anything yet,” Jason cautioned because what the actual fuck. 

“But when he gets published, we’ll have a big party,” Tim volunteered. “Maybe we can rent out this place.”

“Don’t see why not,” Danny said. “Seamus Finnegan owns the place. He’s always up for a party.”

“I have to write this book first,” Jason said, but clearly nobody gave a shit what he thought about the matter. 

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“I don’t want to hear anything else about me improvising,” Jason told Tim as they finally escaped Mike and Danny - and their friends, who all wanted to hear about Jason’s book - and trudged back to their base. “What the fuck? Am I Raymond Chandler, now? I’m supposed to be an insurance salesman!”

“Dick was supposed to be an insurance salesman,” Tim noted. “Dick can sell ice to penguins. You needed a job that lets you move around the neighborhood during work hours. I’ll be at Wayne Enterprises most days but you’re the one who’s going to be making heavy contact with this group and it shouldn’t be weird that you’re around a lot.”

“I couldn’t just be unemployed?” Jason asked, because he knew all about that. His dad had been unemployed on a professional basis, when he wasn’t working random thuggery jobs for criminals with actual brains.

“You *are* unemployed, honey,” Tim said, letting them into the building with a wicked grin. “It just sounds better to say that you’re writing a book.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jason said without heat, punching the button to summon the elevator. “And what do I do when someone wants to read this book, huh?”

“I mean, you could actually write a book while we’re here,” Tim said. “If you need another income stream. Or you get bored.”

“Yeah,” Jason said, steering Tim gently into the elevator by the back of the neck. “In case I get bored.”  

[ashleymasenado]

TADC: Pomni Through the Looking Glass (and What She Found There)

@endomentendo, be glad that you have inspired me, but prepare to be spited cause that's exactly why I'm writing this. If I got most stuff wrong including the tech (look I had to improvise the looking glass okay no one really cares if it's different from yours (wow for once I don't care about getting canon right)) I'm probably just a little sorry.

Also if Pomni's name is the same in the real world and digital wonderland, then I'm glad I got this right then.

But for anyone else who's also enjoying this, please enjoy! And maybe leave a little comment on what you thought; I haven't written a full-length story, much less a one-shot in a long time, and I'm excited to be back into my natural talent of writing!

(P.S. before we move on: I might write a little thing based on Endo's little opening comic for in Wonderland…)

(Also apologies if my writing style feels old, I had just reread the original Through the Looking Glass recently lol)

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The little white kitty robot had been malfunctioning lately. At least, that's what her sister had been saying based on her own observations. And this time, the little thing had been moving on its own, all because a simple move of its shelf had flicked a switch and now it was just about to fall off said shelf. When it was close to hitting the ground, it was just barely caught by the only worker in the store that day, Pomni Gardner.

"There you go," she smiled tiredly, petting the furry kitty's head and shelfing it again. In all her five years of working at Cable and Analog Convenience, the little robot kitty she had made in high school was sometimes her rare source of company when her sister was out of town making supply trips. That, and the other two robot kittens on display only. But the little white kitten, which she had named Snowy, was one of the more active ones due to a little floor accident she figured was the cause of her random turn-ons these days.

Pomni leaned on the counter with a sigh, looking over the blank account of the past few mundane days on the computer for the store's records. No one had come into the store in a long time, so she had mostly felt that there was no need to come in at all. But ever since her sister's insistence for her to take her place just a day before she left, Pomni hadn't really had a choice in the manner.

She leaned back in her chair and stared up thoughtfully at the ceiling, desperate to get away from her boredom. It hadn't been a very long time ago since she had somehow dreamt of a strange place, created of her own imagination yet of very real sensations somehow. The little white clown with the giant pocket watch hopping from monitor to monitor and ending up in one that hadn't worked in years… she still wasn't sure it was such a wise choice to follow it and fall into the small screen, with a new form that forced her to question her new identity: was she the same person she was that morning, or a different one entirely? Hey, English class was finally coming in handy.

Even thought it was all a dream in the end, it was a very strange one. Even stranger, somehow she had woken up with a VR headset on her head, which she suspected her sister had placed on her to try and shake her awake, yet it hadn't really helped much. But she appreciated the effort, even if she hadn't asked her about it yet. The whole thing was very curious though.

Pomni groaned, more out of exasperation than anything else. She grabbed the little white cat off the nearby shelf and flicked the switch, watching it move around the table in a cute and almost realistic manner like an actual kitten. She had been quite proud of being the sole builder of this little mechanism, even if she had to use a few parts from their own store when it was only her sister running it back in the day. But in the end, she never really noticed, so it was all fine.

"You know, Snowy," she started, leaning her head on her hand as her elbow settled on the counter. She chuckled at the cliche nickname, her bored smile growing wider as the little cat came over to her hand and gave a small robotic purr. "It was the darndest thing, that dream I had a few months ago. It only feels like yesterday I had become a very different person, or atleast, that's what my body experienced. It was more of a physical change than anything. But can it really be considered physical if it was inside of a digital world? Anyway, it still gave me a weird existential crisis."

Pomni pulled the little white robot kitten onto her lap, feeling it settle there like a regular cat as she began to stroke its head. She and her sister, the only employees at C&A Convenience, weren't allowed to bring in any pets for the sake of their customers, so it was nice to have this little girl for company, even if she wasn't the real thing. "I wonder what it would be like to have you with me, Snowy. What would a little robot cat be like in that strange digital world? Would you be able to talk and be your own person, or would you still be as you are now? Gosh, when did I start asking so many questions?"

Pomni rubbed her own head, returning to petting the little kitten afterwards. She directed her attention to the newly imported wide-screen TV, which her sister had repaired with the help of their uncle. Now it looked just like new, which she really appreciated as she smiled and admired her reflection for just a moment. The screen was so big and clear, it was just like looking through a giant mirror. It was these kind of televisions that they said had images so vivid and lifelike it was like they were jumping out of the screen or they could pull you into the video itself. Pomni had never had a chance to see what that was like, and there was sadly no video player to plug into the TV, so she was just going to imagine it best she could.

"Could you imagine if an image could actually pull you into it, Snowy?" She said with a light chuckle, putting the little robot on the counter and standing up to get her fourth cup of coffee. She sat back down and started sipping her cup, looking over at Snowy who she had shut down so it wouldn't waddle off the counter and fall again. "It'd probably be a weird experience, just like when I accidentally fell through the monitor as if it were a hole in the ground. Just imagine the whole thing—the space just warping around you, like a vacuum cleaner, slowly taking you into a different place…"

Pomni was surprised at her own bravery to describe this fascinating and yet horrifying scenario, but not as surprised as she was to see the lights around her dim and the TV slowly flickering to life. She put down her cup on the counter and carefully leaned closer to the screen, which showed just a little bit of static and that same annoying buzzing sound you'd hear when the TV wouldn't work and all you'd get was said static. But as she leaned in closer to the screen for curiosity's sake, she saw the static was like a misty veil, like a lacy white curtain or the kind of mist you'd see on your window on a cold or snowy day.

"What in the…?"

Out of instinct, she reached out her hand to the screen and almost drew her hand back at its warmth. It wasn't an unwelcoming warmth, like a boiling pot or a fever, but it was a strange warmth nonetheless. And the screen seemed to ripple where she touched it… how curious.

She tried it again, keeping her hand there for longer. Using her other hand, she wiped at the misty veil of static, and drew back with a sound gasp.

For in the place of her normal reflection, of a young human 25-year-old woman, was the same character she had become in that dream of a digital Wonderland.

With a frustrated frown, she tried to pull her hand away from the screen, which she found was soundly stuck and was even beginning to sink into it. Gosh darn it, why didn't she learn anything from the last time?! Was this about to become a new adventure that she didn't want to be dragged into? Why did she ever come close to this TV in the first place…

Her reflection seemed to mirror her distress, even though she was yet to take that form—which she would soon take if she didn't pull back. But the warm feeling of her hand going through and next her arm was almost like rapidly falling into quicksand—no way out unless someone pulled you free.

And with a silent curse falling from her lips, Pomni was sucked through the television screen, which was as clear as the looking glass, before it was as silent and blank as it was before.

[pricetagofficial]

How Far We Fall -D.G.

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of death, child loss, therapy, trauma, attempted murder, poor Tim is caught in the middle of this

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

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Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: You guys voted for the angst, well you got the angst. I don't actually remember how I came up with this. All I remember is that I wanted to write pain, and well here I am!

I am not sorry, you guys wanted this.

Dick couldn’t believe what he was looking at, here you were in front of him with a dagger to his younger brother’s throat, Tim’s throat, and a murderous look in your eyes. 

He watched as Robin squirmed in your hold, desperate to get away but one wrong move and his throat would be slit and there would be no going back. 

Batman tensed beside him, ready for a fight to save his youngest. Somehow, you had gotten past their security and wormed your way into their lives. Somehow, you fit in so well they didn’t even think twice before accepting you. 

That was their mistake. 

“Y/N–” Dick held a hand out, the glove of his suit palm up as if he was trying to convince you to come back to him. “Let him go, and we can talk about this.” 

“Talk? You want to talk?” you scoffed. “Fine then. Why don’t we talk about the reason why we’re here.” 

After years of planning, this was your moment to get back at the Batman. Back at him for everything you’ve lost because of him and his senseless no-killing rule. If he didn’t have that rule, you wouldn’t be holding his youngest at knifepoint threatening to take his son from him, like he took your daughter. 

How could he have been so blind? So smitten with you, the idea of who you were, Dick gave you everything including his secret identity without so much as batting an eye. 

“Y/N, please–” he pleaded, trying to keep his voice from breaking, “He’s just a kid–” 

“So was my daughter!” you screamed, voice echoing off the walls around you. “She was barely a year old and it’s your fucking fault!” 

Dick stopped in his tracks at your words, what were you talking about? After living with you for the last six months, he would have noticed if you had a kid. 

“What are you talking about?” Dick asked, his eyes not leaving you or Tim. 

Your jaw tensed as your eyes flitted past Dick and stared at the man responsible. “Two years ago, October 31st.” 

Halloween, two years ago? Dick looked behind him towards Bruce; he was in Bludhaven at the time, but he heard how bad it was. The Joker and Mad Hatter decided that blowing up a city block or two and dosing them with gas was a good trick-or-treat gift. Bruce struggled hard and kept Robin inside that night. He was about to open his mouth when Bruce spoke up. 

“You were there,” his voice rumbled through the air making your nerves stand on end. 

“Of course I was there.” you hissed. “I was trapped in the rubble for 4 hours, another 3 before they found her.” 

Dick didn’t miss the way your voice wavered, nor the way your grip loosened on the knife. Tim didn’t seem to either, before steadying himself on his feet. 

“I lost the most important person in my life because you can’t keep your fucking city in check.” Your grip on Tim’s cape tightened, pulling him back into you. “And now I’ll take someone important to you.” 

Batman let out an audible growl before Dick jumped between him and yourself. 

“Y/N stop! Think this through!” 

“I have thought it through,” you spoke, voice unnaturally calm despite the circumstances. “You were my original target, Dick.” 

Dick’s blood ran cold at your words, you were planning to kill him? 

 You laughed. “But somehow you wriggled your way into my heart and I couldn’t kill you, so I had to improvise.” 

“So you kidnap a child to prove a point?” 

“I’m fourteen,” 

“Not now, Tim.”

You hardened your gaze, “There’s no going back for me, Dick. This is where it ends.” 

Daring to take a step towards you, Dick pulled the mask off his eyes. 

“Nightwing–” 

“Bruce now is not the time.” Turning his attention back on you, Dick kept a calm look on his face despite the terror coursing through him. He failed one brother, he couldn’t fail another. 

“Come back with me. Let Tim go and we can go home and forget this ever happened.” 

You scoffed. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know how this works. The second I let the kid go, he’s going to go running to you while Batman leaves me a bloody pulp for the police to find.” 

Dick sighed, dropping his head before he looked at you once more. “You’re right, we can’t just forget this. But we can get you help, get you to the right people.” 

Pressing the knife to Tim’s throat, you felt him tense under your hold. “I’m not going to that hellhole you call Arkham.” 

Taking another step, Dick shook his head. “No, not Arkham. But the second you hurt Tim, I can’t stop them from sending you there.” 

Swallowing hard, you took a look around. What were you doing? Dick had a point, Tim was a child no matter how many times he pointed out to you how old he was. Were you really going to kill him because Batman was responsible for the death of your baby?

Meeting Dick’s eyes again, you could see why he removed the mask. It was so you could see the expression in them, the longing, the hope that you would let his brother go and take his hand. 

The blue in his eyes stood out in the darkness around you, almost matching the blue of his suit. After all this, did he really think the two of you could go back to what you were before? He really trusted you enough not to try something like this again?

“Trust me, Y/N. Please?” 

Hearing those words, you dropped the knife. 

Immediately, Tim darted forward past Dick to Bruce. Dick was on his knees, catching you as your weight gave in and you collapsed into his arms. 

Unable to stop the tears, you cried into Dick’s chest. “It’s not fair!” 

Running a hand through your hair, Dick held you as you cried. Placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he closed his eyes. 

“I know baby, I know it’s not.” 

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Months passed and true to his word, Dick got you the help you needed without going to Arkham. Your relationship was strained but on the mend. No matter how much he promised it would all be okay, you knew they wouldn’t forget let alone forgive the fact that you tried to kill Tim out of revenge. 

You lost count of how many times you apologized to him and Bruce, knowing it wouldn’t change a thing. Not for a while at least. 

Keeping your part of the promise, you sought help professionally at least once a week. Your session that afternoon wasn’t bad, but it was exhausting. Recounting the events of that Halloween to someone again drained all the energy you had left within you.

You were currently standing on the balcony of your apartment when you heard a soft thud behind you. Hearing the sound of light footsteps behind you, you felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders. 

“Hey, what are you doing up this late?” 

Dick’s voice was tired but laced with worry, worry for you and your sleeping habits. He must have just finished his patrol for the night. 

Placing a hand on his, you smiled softly. It meant a lot that Dick stuck around when anyone else would have left you by this point. You felt a pair of lips brush your cheek before you were pulled back into his hold, warm and safe. 

“I’m okay, Dickie.” you hummed. “Just thinking I guess,” 

You didn’t have to see the look on Dick’s face to know that he was frowning. 

“You should be asleep,” he started. 

“I tried,” 

Dick sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. “I know it’s hard when I’m not there, but you have to try.” 

“Dick please, don’t start this tonight,” you begged, turning to bury your face in his chest. “I don’t have the energy for it.” 

Wrapping his arms around you fully, Dick held you close. The nightmares must have been bad this time if you were refusing to try again without him near you. Placing a kiss on the top of your head, Dick led you inside. 

“Alright, let me just get changed and we can catch some z’s together okay?” 

Nodding slowly, you let go of him but kept a grip on his fingers. The only time you let go of his hand was when he had to pull off his suit. Once he had sweats on, Dick pulled you along to the couch and rested you on top of his chest. 

Slowly you melted into his warmth as he turned on the T.V. letting the old reruns play as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat. 

Now that Dick knew the full story, he could see all the symptoms and signs you gave him from the very beginning. It was surprising how he missed them in the first place, with the way you left things around the place it was almost as if you wanted to be caught before it was too late. 

After a while, he heard the soft sounds of your breath against his bare chest and smiled softly. This was the only way you could sleep, with him next to you. Dick promised he was going to help you, and help is what you were going to get. 

Of course, Dick got the biggest lecture from Bruce, for the millionth time about why we don’t flaunt secret identities around. But Dick knew he could trust you. What he wanted to know was if you could trust him. 

Dick knew that death and loss made people do crazy things, he had been down that path before when his parents died, and again when Jason died. It was a hard one to come back from, but Dick planned on being there for you every step of the way, for as long as you would let him.

@bluejay-the-geek @niggxrette @offendedfishnoises @restwellsoon @littleredwing89

[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love (3)

Hi guys!

So another Luna one as some of you asked. You can find the request here, here (You have now your jealous Ona!), here, here too and some part of here.

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Throwback June 2023

When they started dating, Lucy didn’t know about what was happening in the Spanish Federation of football. At least with the women’s teams. Ona didn’t say anything to her at first, scared about the repercussions Lucy would have if some of the big bosses knew that she knew. Lucy was playing in Spain and it’s scared Ona to imagine that they could do something to her too.

Lucy knew that some things weren’t perfect, Alexia told her more or less that her ACL’s injury was caused because of the way they push them in training. But because of Ona’s silence, she thought that things were better now. That those people realize how bad they were when Alexia got hurt. She didn’t know how much she was wrong.

In June 2023, when Ona goes back to the national team, they were dating for five months. It was a long-distance relationship, but it went great and both of them were already kind of whipped with each other. They managed to keep her story away from the public for now, only their close friends knew about them. That of course include a lot of their teammates. Lucy playing in Spain with a lot of Ona’s teammates in her national team and Ona playing in England with a lot of Lucy’s national teammate’s, it was obvious that they will know about them.

But outside of that, they weren’t a lot of people. Sarina Wingman knew, Lucy had to face her when she came back in Manchester to watch Ona play the Manchester’s derby. But Ona made swear to everybody not to say anything to someone close to the RFEF.

So, when Alexia wrote to Lucy this night asking her if she talked to Ona, the English woman was a little lost. And worried. Not the one liking messaging, Alexia called her soon after Lucy answer her that they called this morning and that she’s waiting for her call right now.

“All good Capi?” Lucy asks, lying down on her bed.

“Yes. I mean… Look I don’t know what you know about what’s happening in here?”

“What do you mean?”

Lucy frowns, sensing a strange feeling in her stomach. Ona told her that she was opposed to play for the team as long as their managing was shit, but when she told her she will go back, Lucy thought that it suits her like this. She’s not the one to force the other to talk to her.

“About the… management?”

Alexia is whispering and Lucy sits on her bed, knowing the blonde is trying not to be heard. She explains what Ona explained to her and frown even more when Alexia sighs softly. She’s not sure now that something was wrong with her girlfriend, and she hates it.

“Look, just call her. She seemed off all day, but she won’t say us anything.”

So Lucy just say goodbye to Alexia before hurrying to call Ona. It took a long time for Ona to respond. She asked for a video call but when Ona answered, she’s facing a black screen.

“Hi Princesa” Lucy says, frowning.

“Hola” Ona answers.

Right after that, Lucy knows that something is up. Ona’s voice is muffled and not like her usual.

“Why can’t I see your pretty face?”

There are some seconds of silence before Ona’s answer, the brunette searching for a logical explanation. When she realizes that she can’t find one, she just improvised.

“I just got out of the shower.”

“You literally answered without a bra last time?”

Lucy raises her brow and she knows that Ona can see her. There is some more silence and Lucy just can’t take it anymore.

“Ona what’s happening? Are you hurt or something?”

“No! No, it’s nothing like that.”

Ona’s denials are virulent enough for Lucy to understand that the Spaniard is telling her the truth. But it does mean that there is something else.

“So turn the camera please”

Ona sighs a little and there is some noise when she takes her phone to turn it on her face. Lucy scan her immediately, looking first for a black eye and after any visible injury. But there is nothing. She spots however Ona’s red and swollen eyes.

“Babe what’s happening?”

The worry is very well audible in Lucy’s voice and Ona just shrug. The English woman can’t explain how much she wanted to be with to be able to hug her.

“Nothing. I just had a bad day” Ona mumbles.

She sniffs and lie on her bed, under the cover, taking her phone with her. Lucy doesn’t lose a second of that, not questioning for now why Ona is in her bed before diner. She has other concerns for now.

“Want to talk about it?” Lucy gently asks.

But Ona just answers in silence, shaking her head. It was bad, Lucy thoughts. Ona usually don’t have any problem to talk about her feelings to Lucy.

“Just watching and talking to you make me feel better.”

“You know that between you and I, people probably think I’m the sweet talker?”

Ona snorts and roll on her side to have a better look of her girlfriend. She doesn’t say anything else, so Lucy doesn’t too. She just look at Ona’s tired and anxious face. She looked at that face for long minutes the mornings when she wakes up before Ona. Which is almost every one morning to be fair.

“You want to take a nap?” Lucy finally asks.

“No. Can we just… stay like this?”

Ona seems so small asking this question that Lucy want to cry. And jump in the first plane to protect her girlfriend against God knows what.

“Of course, Princesa. Do you want to know a secret?”

“Yes?”

It raises Ona’s curiosity and a sparkle of something is soon shining in her eyes.

“I made a reservation for a small vacation after the World Cup.”

“Where?” Ona asks softly.

“Menorca. Would you want to come with me?”

“I would love it” Ona answers. “After the World Cup?”

“After the World Cup” Lucy confirms.

But suddenly there is some more tears in Ona’s eyes and before she knows it, they are drowning her cheeks. Her breath became hard to take and Lucy panic, almost calling Alexia to help her.

Lucy’s voice sounds far away for Ona, but she still can concentrate on it.

“Ona, baby breath please. Breath for me.”

Lucy repeats herself as a litany, but it seems to take effect gradually since even if she continues to cry, Ona seems to find a more or less normal breathing. She manages to talk, her words interrupted with her sobs.

“It’s just awful Luce. They keep pushing us to be better, but it seems like they don’t want us to be. They swear things would change when they ask me to come back so I did, but it’s worse than ever and people now think that I’m a traitor because I came back. I just have to do what they say because otherwise they punish everyone in the team. We didn’t have lunch today because Eva wasn’t able to finish her twenty laps of the football field in the time they gave her.”

Lucy is stunned, not knowing what to answer to that. And I must be the first time ever that the woman is speechless. But now that she has begun, Ona seems like she can’t stop talking.

“They chose what we can eat or not and change it almost everyday and they have not fucking sense. They made me eat pancake yesterday for breakfast and today I just had fruit because I’m apparently to fat! And then –“

“They told you you’re fat?”

Lucy seems shocked by what she just heard, but Ona only laughs with no joy.

“That is nothing. You should hear what they tell us every day.”

Lucy keeps silence a little bit, still under the shock. But then she remembers Ona’s eyes when she called and decide to try her luck. Ona is wiping her tears quite aggressively when Lucy asks her a new question.

“What happened today?”

Ona takes time to wipe her cheeks before taking a shaky breath. She seems exhausted and Lucy wondered how she could keep all that for herself.

“They keep telling I suck at everything I did. When I went back to my room to change for training, Vilda came in my room to shoot at me for about everything. He said that if we take one more goal because of me, he would make sur that I won’t be able to play for Barcelona.”

Lucy feels her stomach fell. She knows that Ona didn’t come back to Barcelona for her and that it was her dream to be back home. But Lucy being there was the big cherry on the cake. And she won’t lie, being able to be with her girlfriend everyday after being in a long-distance relationship feels like heaven.

“He can do that. Does he think he’s God or something?”

“I don’t know. He has a lot of friend everywhere”

Ona seems defeat and take a tissue to blow herself.

“You should talk about it to Alexia or Irene.”

“He told me not to talk about it to anyone, otherwise my friend would have trouble playing too.”

Ona insists on the “My friend” and Lucy frowns.

“Was he talking about me?”

“I don’t know. But I didn’t say anything about us Lucy, I swear”

More silenced tears are falling from Ona’s eyes and Lucy feels her heart break a little.

“I believe you Princesa. But how the hell could he knows?”

“I don’t know. I asked Ale if she thought it was possible they tapped our phones, but she said no.”

“Good thing we never tried phone sex”

Ona laughs in the middle of her cry and she’s smiling when she wipes more tears on her cheeks.

“You’re way to old for that, Lucia”

“Oi don’t be mean now?”

Ona laughs softly one more time, before taking a deep breath to try to calm herself. Her head is spinning from all the crying and her eyes are a little sensitive. Even if it’s at her depends, Lucy is happy to her the younger woman laughs.

“Nobody’s going to stop you to play at home next season, Ona. Your contract is already signed. And, for the record, they have no power over my license. And you play amazingly those days, he won’t be able to do anything. It’s going to be ok, I promise."

“Yeah”

It’s the only answer from Ona, but she looks at little happier than before. In another hand, Lucy’s mind is always processing with all she just learns about the different abuses happening is the Spanish camp.

“How the hell did he entered in your room anyway?”

The question surprise Ona at first, but then she imagines herself at Lucy’s place and she understand. Ona bites her lip before shrugging.

“They have a spare key for all the rooms.”

“I’m sorry?”

It was getting worse at everything Ona says, Lucy thought.

“They say it’s for keeping an eye in our environment and make sure it’s healthy. Before Covid we were two in our rooms, so it was better but now… It’s really scary to be honest. That’s partially why I can’t sleep very well.”

“I need to talk about it to Sarina”

“No! Lucy, please, don’t. And don’t talk about what I told you to Alexia, please.”

For the first time tonight, Lucy lies to Ona. Because she definitely talk to Alexia about it, sincerely scared for her girlfriend’s sanity. Of course, Alexia was angry about all the things Ona heard this day, the other wasn’t really surprising for her. Lucy talked about it to Sarina too, but only because she seemed so horrified the morning after that the Dutch Woman was concerned about her defender.

“I need to know something more, Ona. And I need you to swear to tell me truth.”

“Okay?”

Ona is looking at her reluctantly, knowing that the question would be asked about what she just said to Lucy.

“Did someone… I don’t know how to ask that” Lucy sighs before trying again, but Ona cuts her soon after.

“No one touch me the way you’re thinking.”

Lucy raises her eyes back on Ona, not saying anything. Ona sighs once again, whipping at her eyes for what it looks like the thousand time.

“When I told about it to my brother, that’s the first thing he asks. They pushed me before, but nothing like that.”

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Now.

Lucy still thinks about that night, sometimes. When they play against each other at the Final, she knows that Spain must win for another reason that the achievement. They need the eyes of the world on them, to the big authorities to look after them. It didn’t happen the way they hopped though, all of them being called even after they all said that they won’t come back until things changes for good.

They were forced to come even after Vilda’s termination, but this time Lucy was with Ona when she received the call. She was able to hold her against her, to rub her back when her girlfriend was in a multiple conversation with some of her teammates at the same time.

She was able to run her a bath, make her diner and stroke her hair to help her falling asleep that night. She was here for her and that’s all she ever wanted.

It’s easier now for Lucy to let Ona go to international break, things are getting better. And they still win everything, making her be in her WAG era. Which she loves a lot to be fair. Even if sometimes she faces some other girl interested in Ona, like that night after the Finale of the UEFA National League.

“I like this one, what do you think?”

Lucy’s mind was way too far away from present, and she focused again on her girlfriend, scrolling on her computer. They were looking for a new house, wanting to leave that apartment to be able to have a garden for their dogs. They are clean and sweets, but sometimes it could be easier. And having more rooms when Lucy’s family come to Barcelona would be great too.

She was looking at Ona sitting on her sofa while she searched for their maybe future house, and she doesn’t know why she thought about this memory. They had way more happier moments or Peggy 18 memories on it.

Lucy leans on Ona, taking advantage of their proximity to brush her lips against Ona’s neck. She feels the goosebump on her girlfriend’s skin and smirks when Ona shot her a look of advertisement.

“She seems great” Lucy answers after reading it. “Do we really need a swimming pool though?”

Ona only smiles and shrug, taking her computer back to check the location of the house. It was between their training ground, her parent’s house and isn’t far away from the downtown. They would be far away from the airport though.

“Just imagine how much fun Alfred and Alzira would have?”

Lucy’s eyes start shinning and Ona knew that she picked the right argument. She kisses her cheek, getting closer to her. They were looking for a house for some weeks now, visiting some without having a spark for any of it. Ona has real hopes for this one.

“I’m calling this office now” Ona decides, standing up from the sofa.

“Wait!”

Ona frowns at Lucy’s exclamation, looking at her when she stands up too. Then Lucy takes her by her hips and kiss her hard, taking her by surprise. Ona let a whimper escape her lips before kissing her back. But soon, Lucy suddenly lets her go.

“Now you can make that call” Lucy smirks before leaving her to go to the kitchen.

“That woman” Ona mumbles, after the ten seconds more than necessary to cool her down.

********

The house was amazing and all they could hope for. They saw it two times, asks Ona’s father and Abuelo to come to see it with them too, just to be sur. But they confirm that it’s amazing. Ona’s a little sad that her brother is currently in Austria with his girlfriend, he was always here when she moves out usually. He even took some days off when she left for Manchester to help her in her new flat.

Ona was actually showing pictures to Alexia on her phone, even if they were in a night with other people. She is way to excited with their new project to be able to shut up. And Lucy is watching her with a tender smile. She’s almost as excited as Ona to be honest. She already had drawn plenty possibilities about how they could put their furniture in the different rooms in the house.

“I’m happy for you. You deserve all this happiness.”

Lucy turns when a hand pats her shoulder, smiling at Irene. Ona and Alexia were now talking in a too fast and too excited Catalan for her to understand, Mapi joining them soon after.

“Thanks. Who knew the woman I was looking for just left Barcelona when I was coming in here?”

Irene smiles and shrugs. She saw Lucy going down after her breakup with Keira, even if it was a mutual decision. Her love story with Ona was a little bit unexpected, but now she can’t imagine them with someone else.

“Life made things good for you. You were meant to be, but maybe you had some things to live separately before being together.”

“That’s exactly what Ona said” Lucy smirks.

“What a wise woman she is.”

Lucy laughs slightly with Irene before finishing her drink. The end of the season is coming so they are a little less strict about their alcohol consumption. It’s still only a beer, though.

Even if they made a point of not sticking to each other all night, they definitely can’t help but gravitate unconsciously around each other. Ona soon realizes that a woman is looking at Lucy with way too much interest for her proper liking, but she just bites her lip in silence for now. But it only lasts two minutes before she goes to Lucy once again, being able to listen to the conversation. They are talking in Spanish, Lucy’s progress coinciding with Ona’s arrival in her life.

As if nothing had happened, Ona leans on the table as she approaches Lucy, her gaze briefly resting on the table. It is beautifully laid out, offering various drinks or snack.

“It’s a great project. If you need help with your house, I can give you my number” was saying this way to pretty blonde.

“We already have all we need, thank you. Right Princesa?”

Ona just nods and send a forced smile to their interlocutor. The blonde let her gaze going down and up on Ona, but not in a really good way. Ona arches her eyebrow at her, not really into the mood to be belittled by a random stranger.

“Yes. We are more than perfect.”

The blonde’s jaw tight slightly, understanding the double meaning easily. Lucy does seem to understand the tension between Ona and the other woman, she understands too really quickly the blonde’s flirting attempts. That is why she called Ona “Princesa”, something she usually doesn’t in public. In particular since Ona called her accidentally “Cutie” in front of everyone and they needed months for them to forget this.

“Oh really? Can’t see why, but anyway…”

Ona almost chokes in her glass, but Ona starts to feel her cool go away. None of the three women realize that Mapi is right them, listening to the conversation with conflictual feelings. If someone were hitting on Ingrid the way this stranger is hitting on Lucy, she will probably be dead. But the Spaniard is also curious to see how Ona will handle the situation.

“What do you mean?”

The question is asked with harsh, but Lucy can’t blame Ona for it. She opens her mouth to say something but the blonde talks before she can. Ona isn’t looking at her, anyway.

“What I mean and maybe it’s good for you to hear, is that it’s very sad and almost disappointing to see a woman like this being with someone like you.”

Lucy is stunned by what she just heard, Mapi makes a move to interrupt what she heard, but Ona is faster. Grabbing a glass full of gazpacho, she throws the red liquid perfectly onto the woman’s face.

“I hope there is chili in it, otherwise that will be disappointing. Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend and find yourself someone at your height. Maybe a roach or something. “

“Vamos Amiga” laughs Mapi, before shutting her mouth when she crosses her girlfriend’s eyes.

Ona, for her part, turns her heels and takes the direction of the exit door, moving away from the stage. One second late, Lucy follows the movement but easily catches her at the door.

“Ona” Lucy calls her, the door closing behind them.

But the brunette is still walking, so Lucy has to take her arm in her hand to stop her.

“Ona!” Lucy tries again.

“What?!”

Turning on her heels again, Ona faces her girlfriend, her pretty face full of anger. Lucy does not know if she already saw her as angry as she is right now.

“Don’t tell me I shouldn’t have do that, you know perfectly what she was doing, way before she starts insult me or insinuate that you deserve more than me!”

“I wasn’t going to say that” Lucy answers calmly.

Her ton surprise Ona enough to stop her boiling anger and jealousy immediately. She looks at Lucy like she wants to be sure that she’s not lying to her. But she’s not, even if her eyes are shinning with some things Ona isn’t able to name.

“She was a bitch to you, you wanted to say something but you got ahead of me.”

Ona silently looks at her for more seconds before Lucy takes advantage to her arm always in her hand and draw Ona against her. The Spaniard let her do it, enjoying Lucy arms encircling loosely her waist.

“You’re hot when your jealous” Lucy whispers, her lips in Ona’s hair.

Ona rolls her eyes, cuddling closer to her girlfriend. She knew that Lucy would talk about it, and she cannot reproach it to her.

“She was drooling looking at you” Ona grumbles.

“I know. And I’m sorry you have to see that, but you know I would never be interested in anyone other than you, right?”

Lucy seems genuinely anxious about Ona's answer, but the Catalan knows that Lucy isn't that kind of girl.

“Course I know” Ona answers with an evil smile “Otherwise you would have been the one covered in gazpacho.”

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I gave up proofreading, I’m sorry for the mistakes ♥

[coquitobruhl]

What souls are made of • Agathario

Summary: In one of their many illicit encounters Agatha gives Rio a very special gift.

Somewhere in the small civilization of Salem, there are 2 lovers.

When the night has fallen and the full moon has taken over the sky, they find refuge in that little that both created, away from all the danger of men or their own sisters. After all, one of them is a witch who has been accused of betraying and murdering her coven, even though they betrayed her first.

But who would understand that? Who would understand that this young sorceress, who only wanted to be good, was not that monster and was only edged to commit that offense? And who would understand that she still loved her?

So, together, they built their own world, where everyone could understand: it was a stone house near a lake, which, being full spring, was surrounded by leafy trees and the water of the lake had already sprouted lilypads with beautiful pink flowers. Nature at its best made this the favorite season of Rio - not for nothing she was called the Green Witch -.

Whom now, Agatha, her lover, held in her arms, her fingers like a feather, walking on her arm uncovered by the straps of her nightdress, slightly ruffling the skin beneath, while the brunette happily held one of the flowers mentioned above that was given to her, near her face so she could feel the scent in every breath.

"Hey, are you awake?" Agatha was the first to speak, in a soft voice so as not to disturb the peace in which they were so immersed.

"Mhmm..." The brunette muttered, not opening her eyes yet. "What’s wrong?"

"I have a gift for you." Hearing this, Rio couldn't help but smile and finally opened her eyes to look at the chestnut, now giving her her full attention.

"What is it?"

Agatha then sat on the bed and pulled out a folded piece of cloth from under her pillow.

"Wow, linen, my favorite." The chestnut let out a giggles because of her joke before unfolding it, revealing inside a pair of feathers.

Rio looked up at her a little confused, so Agatha explained.

"Once I heard that feathers attach your soul to a place or a person and, well, I found these in the woods and remembered it. I know it’s not much, but..."

"Sweetheart." The brunette cupped her lover’s face and planted a tender kiss on her lips. "It's perfect. Actually, I have an idea."

This time it was Rio who got up from bed to look for something and returned with one of her blades in hand, which she used to carefully cut an Agatha's hair strand - she did not even flinch, as she trusted the brunette -, then one of her own and her lover watched as she braided them. Finally, she took both feathers from the linen shred and tied them together with the improvised hair ribbon she had just made.

"Done." She announced, looking up at the chestnut once she had finished her work. "Now our souls are officially attached, here." The proud smile on her face amused and moved Agatha equally.

"And if I decide to leave, then what?" She asked to tease her a little.

"If that's the case, I'll have to haunt you, my love." Agatha laughed playfully as the brunette sat on her lap and slammed her lips against hers deeply, as if to mark her territory. "I won't allow anything or anyone to take you away from me. I would kill for you, Agatha, I would die for you. No second thoughts."

"I know. And I would do it for you, too."

To seal the pact, they merged into more kisses and caresses. In that little world, that refuge for lovers, where their souls would live forever. Bounded. Eternal. Timeless.

[mal-urameshi]

Hearts Under Pressure

A/N: Hey hey everyone! So in my dusty Asks, I remember I had asked about what trope you wanted and a good few of you mentioned Academic Rivals/Enemies to lovers! Now here's the kicker. I distinctly remember, IIRC, @roseamongroses put in a detailed request, however, tumblr at the time deleted it? Because I never touched it. But it had been on my mind ever since and I was like yo! When I have time I must make it a reality! So in my comeback, I'm doing my best to give you guys some decent literature while dusting off my rust! Let's goo!

Pushing, shoving, crowding, loud murmurs and squeaking of shoes against tile and or hard-wood floors. All tell-tale signs of students who are eager, desperate, essentially feral to find out about their academic standing.

Sighs of relief, woeful groans and the occasional hiccup leading to wails of horror wafted through Shuri's ears.

This was not new to her, nor did the reactions of her colleagues phase her. Shuri staggered forward as another worried student fought and shoved their way to the front of the crowd in hopes to find their name at a decent rank.

Shuri had no need to fight her way to the front row, however. Her eyes automatically zoned in on the name at the top of the list.

'Shuri Udaku.' stared back at her in bold font.

That was all she needed to know. Turning away, she manoeuvred herself out of the classroom and headed down the hallway. And just like that the first semester of her second year had concluded.

The courses weren't particularly hard, yet her colleagues never posed much of a challenge to her. Their efforts were decent at best, but they were a far cry from being able to intellectually stimulate her.

For the entirety of her academic tenure thus far, she topped every class she'd been in. The lecturers praised her and certain students envied her performance. That was to be expected.

Don't get her wrong, she wasn't bragging or being boastful, nothing of the sort. She was simply unmatched.

Glancing at her watch, she decided to go get something to eat to kick off her week-long break.

Monday came quickly which meant classes had resumed. Shuri adjusted her shades as she walked through campus. Her first class was in the next five minutes so she hurried along the parking lot.

The revving of an engine caught her ears, and right as she turned around her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

Luckily, the car braked in the nick of time, else she would have been road kill.

The driver's side of the car opened and a short girl with cornrows stepped out, "Yo! I'm so sorry! I coulda killed you just now. Thank God I didn't, right?" The girl tried to laugh it off, "I thought I fixed the braking issue but I should take a look at it later."

Shuri took a step back from the...she gave the car a once over. It was a red Ford Mustang. It looked to be in great condition. Save for the questionable mechanics.

"I'm just grateful you didn't kill me. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a class to get to and I'd hate to be late." And with that, Shuri turned on her heel and walked off to class.

Not before looking back at the girl one last time. She was cute.

It seemed Bast herself was looking out for Shuri as she somehow made it to class with time to spare. She took out her notebook and began scribbling some notes as the teacher broke down the syllabus for the semester.

Twenty minutes later the door to the classroom opened, drawing the attention of the class.

"Sorry Teach! I was looking for a parking space but I couldn't find one. I had to improvise."

Shuri recognized the girl as her almost-murderer from earlier.

"I don't need excuses. Just find a seat so I may continue with my class."

The girl nodded and looked for the closest vacant seat. Once seeing one she made her way to it. In her short trek, she recognized Shuri and waved to her before she sat down.

Shuri gave the lecturer her utmost attention after that and once it was time to leave she packed up her things and began her departure. However, something, or rather someone still seated at one of the desks caught her eye. It was the girl who almost killed her from this morning.

She was fast asleep. Was she even paying attention after she came in? She'll miss her next class if she kept that up. Not that it was any of Shuri's business how this girl chose to spend her time.

"Hello? Excuse me?" Shuri poked the girl which caused her to rouse.

"Class is over. You should vacate the room. Unless you have another class scheduled here?"

The girl sharply inhaled and rubbed her eyes, "Oh shit. I didn't realize I knocked out. That lecturer was so boring, talking in Times New Roman font and all that." She chuckled to herself.

Shuri didn't humor her with a laugh. Clearly she doesn't have her priorities in check if she willfully fell asleep in classes as she does.

Having enough chit-chat, Shuri walked out of the room and headed to her next class, but she heard hurried footsteps following behind her.

"My name is Riri by the way! And sorry again about this morning. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Shuri looked down at the girl, "No. I'm not dead, so we can put that whole thing behind us."

"Oh, okay. By the way, I like your accent, where is it from?"

"I'm from Wakanda." Shuri simply stated.

"That's cool! But I still feel bad about this morning. Here's what, if you have trouble with any of your school work, I can tutor you, no charge."

Shuri nearly faltered at the proposition and couldn't help the smirk that formed on her face.

'She wants to tutor me? Someone who is unable to stay conscious during a class session.'

What a laughable proposition.

"I have not seen you here before. Are you new?"

Riri haughtily rubbed her pointer finger under her nose, "Yea. I just transferred here on scholarship."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks!"

Shuri stopped at the door to her next class, "This is where we part ways. I'll see you around."

"What a coincidence!" Riri pointed at the door, "This is where my next class is!"

Shuri pushed open the door, "After you."

Riri found herself a seat and Shuri opted to find one higher up the rows. She preferred a more secluded space for optimal performance.

However, as class went on, she couldn't help but stare at Riri during the duration of the class.

She didn't take notes, she looked bored and at times she had her head on the desk, which gave the impression that she was sleeping.

Was Riri just here for attendance?

It's such a shame that a scholarship was wasted on her. Granted, she didn't know her that long but just off her disposition in class, Shuri had all she needed to know about the girl.

As the weeks progressed Riri made quite the name for herself. One, she was quite loud and rowdy. Getting into it with entitled white boys. Something about them not paying their dues.

Shuri was fairly certain it was perhaps an issue with scamming. As far as she knew, Riri charges for doing other people's assignments. But as far as she's observed the girl learns nothing in class. Having not seen her take a single note since she came here.

Hm. Well, she doesn't have to be good at the work if you think about it. She is charging them to do the assignment, it doesn't have to be correct. Shuri respected the hustle. Taking advantage of lazy students to make ends meet is one way to do things.

Hopefully Riri knew what she was doing. She had everything to lose with that scholarship and everything.

Not that Shuri particularly cared. Exams will chew the poor girl up and spit her out in due time.

Midterms rolled around soon enough and a tale as old as time, Shuri was ready for them. It just so happened that Riri and her shared almost every class she was enrolled in this semester. So they saw each other quite frequently but with very little interaction.

It wasn't that Shuri was avoiding the girl but they definitely wouldn't have anything in common so it made no sense trying to interact further. Saving herself the trouble made the most logical sense.

To Shuri's surprise, though it shouldn't, Riri was the first person to leave the room after submitting her paper. That was to be expected of someone who barely paid attention in class. She gave a mental clap for her not staying and wasting her time.

It went on like that for the rest of exams as well. Within the first hour or less, she was the first out of the room. Pity.

And yet, Riri didn't look like she had a care in the world. She joked around and carried herself with that same laid-back air about herself.

It befuddled Shuri, but as the Americans say, if Riri liked it, then she loved it.

The next week rolled around as results were finally posted from midterms.

Pushing, shoving, crowding,loud murmurs and squeaking of shoes against tile and or hard-wood floors. All tell-tale signs of students who are eager, desperate, essentially feral to find out about their academic standing.

Sighs of relief, woeful groans and the occasional hiccup leading to wails of horror wafted through Shuri's ears.

This was not new to her, nor did the reactions of her colleagues phase her. Shuri staggered sideways as a worried student fought and shoved their way to the front of the crowd in hopes of finding their name at a decent rank.

Shuri had no need to fight her way to the front row, however. Her eyes automatically zoned in on the name at the top of the list.

However, her mouth hung in shock at the name in bold font.

'Riri Williams.'

Her eyes dropped to the second rank where her name was placed, 'Shuri Udaku.'

"Impossible." Shuri licked her lips in disbelief.

"Holy crap! I'm number one here too! That's 5 outta 7. " Someone said beside her.

Shuri looked to her side and regarded Riri who had a satisfied smirk on her face.

"You were this close, huh?" She looked up at Shuri, "You're a decent rival."

Shuri's eyebrow twitched behind her shades.

This...this girl who never pays attention in class, who blusters and boasts around campus like she owns the place. Never takes notes. She bested her in academics.

Clearly the lecturers were off mentally because there was no way she topped her 5 out of 7 times.

Shuri shoved her hands into the pockets of her tracksuit and walked out of the classroom. Much to her surprise and slight annoyance, Riri was by her side.

"Bet you wished you took me up on my offer in tutoring you now." Riri boasted.

Shuri scoffed, "I don't need help with tutoring."

"Says the girl that's second to me." Riri sing-songed.

Shuri stopped and turned to Riri. She raised her sunglasses to look at her properly, "I suggest you don't get too comfortable. Luck was at your side this time around."

She didn't know why she was so agitated. Yes, actually she did know. It was because Riri beat her.

"Nah, I don't believe in luck." Riri crossed her arms, "It's all skill and brains. My offer still stands, I'll tutor you free of charge. My dorm's always open."

Shuri gave her a once over before replacing her sunglasses, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

She has an attitude, beauty and brains. A trifecta.

Riri shrugged, not trusting herself to answer.

A few days later, after their papers were returned, Shuri sought Riri out. Luckily it didn't take long as she was munching on a sandwich under a tree.

"I want to compare grades." Shuri demanded as she plopped herself down opposite Riri.

"Well hello to you too." Riri eyed Shuri.

"Yes hello, now let me see your papers. Quickly."

Riri rolled her eyes but did as was told. Shuri removed her shades and went over each question. Her frown deepened with each paper she compared.

Riri bested her by varying percentages. Ranging between two or point five.

Shuri threw the papers on the grass and rubbed her forehead, "And here I was thinking you were an idiot and would eventually drop out."

"Excuse me?" Riri narrowed her eyes. She really didn't want to get into it with this girl.

"I want to extend my deepest apologies for judging a book by its cover. Because you never showed an interest in class up until this point, I was under the impression you would have flunked out. But your grades say otherwise."

"Uh. Thanks. It's light work for a genius, you know?"

"So I assume you knew all the material before hand?"

Riri nodded, "Yea, I went over the syllabus before each class and brushed up on what I needed to know and just show up for attendance. It's not that hard."

"At least I was right about one thing." She stretched herself out on the grass and cradled her head in her palm.

"Don't get comfortable though. That was only a one-time thing. I had gotten complacent is all."

"If you hadn't gotten complacent then you wouldn't be so tight about me pulling the rug out from under you. That sounds like a you problem."

Shuri exhaled through her nose. She was right. She shouldn't take out her frustrations on her. Clearly she was intelligent. Riri had more depth to her than Shuri gave her credit for, so it was indeed a 'her' problem.

"You look good without your shades. I mean you look good with them on too, it's just that you look better with them off."

Shuri laughed, "Thank you. I love your straightbacks."

"Thanks." She took a bite out of her sandwich, "You know I assumed you had social anxiety or something."

"Why is that?"

"You always sat to the back of the class and with your shades on too so I assumed you don't like to make eye contact. And you don't talk to anyone. Only time you did was when I initiated a conversation with you."

Shuri nodded, "I get why you may assume that. I just tend to be in my own world and nobody approaches me. I've been told I am intimidating and that I stare a lot so I wear my shades. But it's mostly because I think I look cool with them on. Don't you think? I look mysterious and all that."

Riri braced herself against the tree and wheezed in laughter, "Because you look mysterious?!"

"And cool." She clicked her tongue, winked and waved finger guns.

"You're corny as hell, Shuri."

Shuri's mouth gaped while holding a hand over her chest, "I am not!"

Riri smiled and shrugged as Shuri gathered the papers and neated them.

"Well, I'm glad you came along, you'll make things more interesting for me, seeing that I met my match and all."

Riri gave Shuri a look, "Are we still talking about academics here?"

Shuri smoothed a hand over her undercut in contemplation, "Do you want me to be talking about something else?"

"If you wanna say something, you should say it with your chest. I don't care for beating around the bush." Riri said matter-of factly.

"Okay. Seeing that I clearly don't need your tutoring I'd like an alternative offer in you making it up to me. Since my family could have been mourning my death and all that."

"Go on." Riri encouraged.

"We should go out on a date together." Shuri looked at Riri and waited on her reaction.

"Okay, sure. We can do that." RIri grinned.

Shuri fist pumped in glee, "Good how's tomorrow after our last class?"

"Sounds good."

[watermelonfrog2]

Fuck it, long post time.

Dsmp is so AAGGHH. I love it so much, its introduced me to some of the people I care about most and it has made me feel ways no other fandom has made me feel. I love the plotholes. I love the lack of consistency. I love how everyone has a different view on how the story played out. I love how if you asked someone what happened during a certain era their answer will be different from the next. I love the art. I love the animatics. I love the characters. I love the fanfiction. I love the story. I love the aus. I love how homemade it feels. I love how it feels like people wanted to make a cool thing so they made a cool thing. I love how the fandom took small bits of the ccs personality, added it to their character and ran with it. I love how each character had totally different motivations from any other character. I love how some things didnt make sense. I love how somethings never got answered. I love the ending. I love how somethings didnt end. I love unserious it was at times. I love how serious it was at times. I love the fans. I love the theories. I love the edits. I love the gacha reaction videos (ifykyk). I love Henry. I love c!tommy. I love exile arc. I love c!niki. I love the petwar. I love the lines, improvised or not. I love "If you wanna be a hero tommy? then die like one." I love c!SBI. I love c!Bee duo. I love c!disc duo. I love exile arc. I love pogtopia. I love l'manburg. I love c!ranboo. I love c!tubbo. I love the Big Innit/Manifold Hotel. I love shroud. I love how it was able to bring a large group of people together. I love how its let me make so many friends. I love the fandom. I love how its changed me. I love dsmp. Dsmp means so much to me because its become MY fandom. Its become what I return to when Im sad or happy. Its the only fandom I really read fics for. Its the only show/thing Ive cared about to this extent. Its the only show where Ive actually cared about a character. Its how I found my love of watching twitch streamers. It got me back into playing minecraft. It got me into writing. It makes me want to improve on my art. DSMP is my comfort fandom, my main fandom, everything and anything all at once. I love watching compilations of the characters. I love all the cosplays. I love how ive gotten into so many hobbies because of it. I owe my personality to C!tommy and cc!tommy and dsmp as a whole. I owe my internet presence to dsmp. It has such a special place in my heart. I love c!tommy. I love how he cares for animals. I love how hes mean and aggrressive and rude. I love how hes hurt adn traumatised and healing. I love the relationships between the characters. I love how c!tommy cares and he doesnt. I love how the discs mean so much to him. I love how his decisions are drived by emotions. I love him having so many attachments. I love how other people will think my view of him is wrong/different to theirs. I love how dsmp allowed me to experiment with who I am (personality wise). I love how dsmp entered me to a part of the internet I would never have seen before. I love how I feel nostalgic looking at the fanart or fansongs. I love. It all. I know this was really rambl-y but ive just been thinking about it and I have so many feelings. My concluding statement is: DSMP has shpaed me into who I am and no one can take it away from me. It will always have a special place in my heart.

[justawritterwithideas]

"Damn, he's so cute." | s.r

summary: Spencer returns home and the last thing he expects to hear is that his partner is fangirling about someone else besides him.

warnings: spencer jealous by min yoongi, so it is a jealous!spencer x army!reader, for my dear armys.

based on this tiktok, because shit, he's attractive.

words: 812 words.

a/n: Here is a little blurb improvised after watching a video of Min Yoongi, I hope you like it. Also, during the weekend I will be uploading the requests that have been asking me, I promise to upload them. Thanks for all the support, and soon I will be uploading chapter 2 of "Boy Wonder and the Rockstar".

One of Spencer's problems with being a technophobe was not keeping up with pop culture, so knowing the latest gossip or what was trending that day was not his forte.

Unlike Penelope, who was the encyclopedia of pop culture. Any kind of question or news you had about what happened to a certain celebrity over the weekend, she'd fill you in no problem.

So, when Spencer started dating you, he was constantly asking Penelope about what was going on in the pop world and coming home to talk about it. That way, Spencer could be listening to you fascinated about what you thought about anything and be fed with new information.

But one day, as he was coming home from a meeting to his shared apartment from a meeting, he could hear a comment from his room.

"Good Lord, how can he be so attractive?"

Spencer's brain stopped working for a couple of seconds.

Who was attractive?

Who did you find attractive?

Maybe you meant him.

He used to be very cocky about his looks ever since he started dating you, because of the constant compliments you gave him. Plus, he knew deep down inside that comment to someone else.

"Damn, he's so cute."

Who the fuck was that person?

The door to the room slowly opened, revealing your back silhouette as you watched something on your phone. A flirtatious smile left your lips, managing to fuel your boyfriend's jealousy even more.

"Hey, beautiful."

You turned around, blocking the screen of your phone and put it aside to hug your newly arrived boyfriend by the neck.

"My love, how did it go? I was already starting to miss you."

A sarcastic chuckle came out of Spencer's mouth, leaving an annoyed smile to settle on his lips. Your face made a slightly confused grimace, looking at your boyfriend blankly.

"Is something wrong, Spence?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

You gently pulled away from him, looking at him with some confusion in that minute. You bit your lip, noticing how suddenly his face looked serious with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't really know, nothing's wrong." You followed the man's gaze, noticing how he stopped on your phone and blurted out with some momentum.

"Who were you just talking about?"

"What, what are you talking about?"

"Who do you find so attractive and cute? Huh?" your eyes scanned Spencer, causing you to let out a chuckle, fixating on that adorable bout of jealousy.

"Are you jealous, Spencer?"

"Tell me, who is it?"

You could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't for jokes, so you decided to give him the answer he so desperately craved.

Your feet went to your phone, which you unlocked and showed him.

In the video, there was a famous Korean singer named "SUGA" or "AGUST D", who had been recorded by a fan taking off gloves and then doing his hair back, which to you was quite an attractive action, but to Spencer it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Him I find attractive. He's from the Korean group I was telling you about the other day, BTS, remember them?"

Spencer's eyes went from your phone screen to your face, feeling embarrassment take over his face. He was jealous of some pixels, of a video of a worldwide recognized artist, of some pixels of video.

"Love..." An embarrassed chuckle escaped Spencer's lips. "Sorry, I just heard you so suddenly and, well, I didn't expect to hear that just coming home and fawning over another man, god... How embarrassing."

"Spence, honey, it's okay. It's understandable, it wouldn't be the first thing I'd want to hear either if you just got home, plus it had to be weird that you suddenly put my phone away after saying something so revealing. It's fine." You mentioned laughing, letting your hands go to his neck and caressed the unruly curls brushing your fingers. "But, there is no man more attractive than you, pretty boy. No one is quite like you."

A cocky smile settled on the lips of your partner, who was suddenly kissing your mouth in a deep kiss.

"I'm glad no one has yet taken my spot of being the most attractive man in your life."

"No one could do it, love."

"What about that 'SUGA' guy?"

You paused, making a thoughtful face before you could see the feigned annoyance Spencer had and let out an amused chuckle.

"This is a hard question, I have to think about it more."

"Well this will make you not think about it anymore."

"Spence!"

As soon as you let out the last sentence, Spencer's hands went to your hips and he lifted you up to carry you to your bed, leaving you to prove to yourself that night who was number one on your beauty scale and in your heart.

If you like it, don't forget to like and repost it.

a lot of love, alme. ❀

[jessjad]

A very happy Halloween

Summary: Y/N friend takes her to a Halloweenparty. Not what she wanted to do this evening. And on top of it, she puts Y/N in a costume that's totally out of her comfort zone. But she would've never guessed how this night would end.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Warnings: Annoyance, some body insecuritys, typical Ben (yes, he get's his own warning), Smut: 18+ only!

Word count: 2247

A/N: I had this idea in mind because we all love this grumpy 'ol gramps very much. And I've read so many great storys in the last time. Especially @zepskies awesome little excursion into this world got me inspired. So, do yourself a favor and go check it out here. And since october is almost over and I looove october, the setting was really fitting to me. Like a little halloween treat for you guys. 😊 Let me know what you think.

Y/N had enough. This whole evening was not going as she had planed. Normally by now she would be laying on her couch with a cozy blanket, drinking a warm cider and watching some halloween classics on Netflix. A spooky evening at home, by herself. That's what she had invisioned and now her best friend Caroline had brought her to this lame party for "fun". But it was not fun, it was dragging.

The house was big and fancy. It looked like one of those somenone rich would inherit just for status purposes, but actually noone really stayed there. A lot of empty bedrooms and nothing more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how her friend even got invited to this, but here they were. And not just them, many other people too. Some of them seemd familiar, but Y/N couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Caroline had excused herself ten minutes after they arrived and was now sitting by the improvised bar with a guy in a sausage costume, making out.

Maybe Y/N should just leave. The music was horrible and she hated her own costume. Sitting on the couch alone for what felt like an eternity, it seemed like everyone was staring at her. She downed her drink and started to feel her anxiety fade a little, but Y/N still felt very out there and cought people looking. Coming to this party was basically a last minute thing, so there were not a lot of choices what she could've be wearing. And with Car leading this operation she had almost no say in this. Eventhough she tried, hard.

"I can't wear this, Car." Y/N protested after her first look at the costume her friend had brought with.

"Of course you can! It's THE best costume for you."

The brownhaired woman took it into her own hands and held it infront of Y/N.

"C'mon, Y/N. You love black!"

"But this..." Y/N gestured wildly to the piece of fabric infront of her. "... is a jumpsuit! I don't have the body to be wearing something like this."

"Of course you can! Your curves are just right for this. C'mon, try it on." Caroline hushed her into the bedroom.

"No, no, no, no. YOU have the right curves, Car. You look beautiful in almost everything you wear." And it was true. Y/N loved her friend and she was beautiful. Her Queen Maeve costume looked just right. "I have just a little to much from everything."

"No, you don't. Sometimes I wish I had a little more of you..." and Y/N saw in her friends eyes that she really meant it. "Now, stop trying to talk your way out of it. Get dressed."

The jumpsuit fitted but Y/N still didn't feel comfortable. "I'll have to peel myself completly out of it if I wanna use the bathroom."

"That's not a bad thing, if you don't have to do it yourself." Caroline giggled.

"That's not funny." but Y/N still had to smile. "I don't fell comfortable in this. Can I not just stay at home?"

"We're gonna have fun, Y/N. Why are you fighting this so much?" Car asked. "Is it because of Roy?"

"Caroline..." Y/n didn't wanna talk about her ex, but her friend knew what was actually wrong.

"Why do you still think about what that asshat had to say? He was wrong and did not deserve you. And now..." Caroline squeezed her arms and smiled. "...we will have a really fun night. Let's go."

But this wasn't fun at all. In the corner of her eye she saw a man approaching her. It wasn't the first time this evening, but she really didn't wanna have another weird encounter. Y/N stood up and was about to leave as the guy in the crappy Homelander costume caught up to her.

"Hey, hey... don't leave."

"I need to find my friend, so..." Y/N turned around, but the man grabbed her arm.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It seems like you need someone who can carry some weight and as you see... I'm Homelander. So, why not..."

"No." Y/N cut him off and freed her arm. This was really the worst she heard tonight.

"We're gonna have a really good time..." he made attempts to grab her arm again but didn't get far with it.

"I think she said no." a dark voice came from behind her.

Sighing internally Y/N turned around to face the other man the same way, but as soon as she laid eyes on him, her mind went blank. Tall, broad shoulders and a devilish grin on his handsome face.

"Are... are you really Soldier Boy?" Y/N full attention now on him.

"Ah, man! C'mon, I was making my move here." complained the poor man's Homelander behind them, but the Supe was quick to answer.

"Put your beardsplitter away and fuck off before I forget myself." The look he gave the other man left no room for a protest and seconds later they were alone.

"But to answer your question: Yes, I am." with a charming smile he gave Y/N his full attention now." But for you, it's Ben."

"Oh, wow. I mean... what are you doing here?"

"Looking for some fun... So, you wanna have a drink with me?" Ben was already heading to the bar, so very sure of himself that her hesitance irritated him a little.

"Wait, wait! Just... just to be clear." Y/N gleamed at him and he smiled. "You're really THE Supe?"

Ben saw the hopeful glance in her eyes and he puffed his chest out a little more. "The one and only, yeah."

"That means... you're just like all the others?"

Ben saw the shift in her eyes and it got him a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I just know all to well how your kind is. Ruthless, brutal, not caring about us 'normal' people?" Y/N's tone got a little sharper and the awe in her eyes got replaced by a hard look.

"Hang on a minute..." Ben's brows furrowed, but the woman in front of him wasn't done.

"And now all of you don't even care anymore and kill in the middle of the street at broad daylight!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Ben boomed over her outburst.

Y/N ignored it and kept talking. "You are all so self-assured, you feel like gods and think you are invulnerable. But I'm not falling for that! SO, why would I drink something with you? You didn't even care to ask for my name!"

"Y/N!"

Carolines voice called out for her and before she could respond, her friend was at her side, Mr. Sausage right behind her. Y/N wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about it.

"I was looking for you everywhere!"

"I didn't move in the last hour..." Y/N answered, but Caroline didn't seem to hear it. Ben on the other hand did.

"But I see you already have company. That's good. MIke and I thought it would be fun to have some shots together. C'mon! And your handsome stranger can join us if he wants."

"No, he does not..." Y/N stared hateful at the tall man, but he just grinned and flexed his hands infront of her.

"I would love to join. Or else I need to find somethings else to do."

There was no need for him to explain what that might be. The unspoken threat in his eyes was all it took for Y/N to swallow hard and keep her mouth shut. And within seconds Ben knew he had won.

"Well, that's something we definitely cannot let happen. Right, Y/N?" Car winked at her friend and gave Mr. Sausage a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go." chimed Ben in and laid his arm around Y/N shoulders, but the grip his hand had on her upper arm was just hard enough for her to know that there was no escaping this.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N whispered to Ben.

"Because it's fun, doll." And one look at his face showed Y/N just how much fun he had.

A moment later all four of them were standing at the bar, Ben's arm still securly around Y/N's shoulders. She should've been threatened by it, but in a weird way Y/N felt safe for the first time this evening. Maybe he influenced her mind in some way. After all nobody could really tell what all his powers contained.

"Okay...." Caroline announced and handed out for small glasses. "...now we let this party really getting started.

Four beers and many many shots later Y/N felt herself pressed against the door from the inside of an actually closed bedroom upstairs. Ben was keeping her level with his body whilst his hand roamed her curves and he sucked at the skin on her neck.

She had no idea how or when it happend, but at some point they started to have a really good time. The supe told entertaining storys and made all of them laugh. The alcohol did probably the rest and now here they were. Pressing against eachother and moaning into the other's ear.

"I can't believe this is really happennig." she panthed as she closed her legs around his waist.

"You should believe it, doll. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

His rough voice dripped with pleasure and Y/N's body started to shiver. Oh, she had no doubt about that. With her hands carding through his hair she tried to pull him impossibly closer. But when she heard fabric ripping, Y/N started to protest.

"No, Ben! Don't rip it! I need to wear it again in the morning."

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll peel you out of it, bit by bit."

And that he did. It took a little time but eventually he had her infront of him, just in her underwear. Ben let go of her and walked back until his legs hit the mattress. He sat himself down and checked her out, from head to toe. That's when Y/N's mind cleared a little and she started to get nervous. In the jumpsuit her body was fitted snuckly but now, without the support of the fabric, she was reminded of her imperfect body and looked to the floor.

A zipper being opened pulled her eyes back to the man who was sitting on the bed. His stare was lustblown and he had freed his dick to pleasure himself as he watched her. With this sight her core started to clench around nothing.

"C'mere" Ben rasped and Y/N smiled at him.

"Only if it's fair." With a now leisure smile she pointed at herself and than at him.

Ben didn't respond. He only got up and within seconds his suit was laying on the floor. Y/N mouth gaped a little after he was standing before her in his naked glory. Hard muscles, a toned body and a cock that made her mouth water. Y/N knew it was wrong, so wrong, but in this moment she did not care. Ben was palming himself again as he beckoned her over to him and now she followed his order.

With a fast move Y/N found herself on the bed and Ben didn't waist any time to hover over her. His mouth searched hers again with a searing kiss that was raw, intense and just tongue and teeth. They both found their rhythm very fast and Ben explored every inch of Y/N's body. Her head started to swim with all these new sensations and when the supe found her mouth again, she could feel his dick pressing to her core.

"Hurry up!" she moaned and closed her legs around his waist again.

"So eager." Ben chuckled and dragged his cock through her wet folds. "All you women just learned how do open a bottle by yourself and now you're thinking you can order us men around."

"I'm just gonna ignore what you just said."

And with these last words thrusted Ben forward and buried himself in her soft heat. A deep moan escaped Y/N and she felt the slight burn. It was a tight fit and Ben gave her a moment to relax. His hand found her clit and he began to rub slow circles. They kissed again and when Y/N's first orgasm hit, she couldn't keep quiet. Ben observed her and he liked the way she came undone.

When Y/N slowly came down from her high Ben started to move. Slowly at first, but he picked up his speed shortly after. Her hands found his asscheeks and she knead them. She felt so incredibly full and her moans became louder again. The pressure inside of Y/N came back and Ben could sense it. He pushed his hands underneath her hips and lifted her a little.

"Oh god... you're so deep!" she gasped and her arms found their way around his neck.

In this new position it didn't take long for both to climp over the edge. Y/N fell first, even harder and more intense than before. Ben followed just a few seconds later and helt himself still balls deep insight her and spilled his seed to every last drop. The bliss that followed afterwards made her sigh in content. Y/N felt exhausted in a good way. Ben let himself fall beside her.

"I told you I'd make you feel good." he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... whatever." Y/N answered. "With all the alcohol we drank I probably won't remember anything in the morning."

A/N: Aaand, done. 🤭 What do we think? I actually feel this has potential for a miniseries. With some glimpses into Ben's mind, maybe? I mean, they could be an explosive mixture. 🤔

You can check it out here.

@lyarr24

[adriswrld]

LA Knight x Fem! Wrestler Reader

plot: reader gets hurt during her Wargames match and her ex boyfriend, Shaun (irl name) immediately gets concerned for her and goes to check on her trope: exes to lovers with LA Knight/ Eli Drake/ Max Dupri whatever u wanna call him pairings: wrestler reader x LA Knight / reader x (platonic) Carmelo Hayes a.n: Y/N replaces Cora Jade in the match (2021 wargames)

Y/N was standing on the top of the cage ready to perform the Swanton Bomb onto Jacy Jayne who laid on the table and let out a shaky breath. Y/N did insane and risky moves all the time but it still made her nervous because you never knew what could happen. "Wargames baby!" Y/N grinned, diving off the cage onto Jacy with a Swanton Bomb as Kay Lee Ray and Io Shirai held Jacy in place, breaking through the table. Y/N clenched her jaw and held in her scream as she felt her shoulder pop completely out of place. Y/N immediately cradled it and rolled off of Jacy as the crowd chanted 'HOLY SHIT!' for the move she just did.

Kay Lee had immediately kneeled down to Y/N, seeing her clutching her shoulder and it didn't look like selling. "What's wrong? You okay?" Kay Lee asked, helping Y/N lean into the corner as Io made her way over in concern. "It's dislocated. I gotta pop it back in place, then I can keep going," Y/N explained silently so the cameras and mics didn't pick up on it. "Alright, get on that, we'll improvise without you," Kay Lee said, walking to the other ring to continue to wrestle with Dakota Kai as they had to keep the match going.

Y/N had looked around hoping to find someway to pop it back in as it was now literally hanging off. "What the hell are you guys doing standing there?! Get out there! Get her out!" Shaun shouted at the medical team which made Shawn Michaels immediately go over to calm him down. Triple H got the medical team out there immediately as Shawn tried to calm down Knight. "Relax, she's gonna be fine," Shawn said. This didn't calm Knight down though as he paced back in forth, watching the monitors.

Y/N walked down to the door where medical attention was, gesturing her over so they could check on her. "I'm fine, it's alright. I can keep going," Y/N said, they didn't agree with this but they had no choice but to listen to her. She did have a lot of power backstage and if she refused help during a match then so be it. Y/N was known for always finishing a match no matter what happened. Y/N stood up and clenched her jaw, ramming her shoulder into the ring post as the crowd winced.

"Oh my god what the hell is wrong with her," Knight muttered. He hated how he still loved her despite how crazy stupid she was being. HBK managed to get him to calm down and head backstage so he could get dressed in his gear for later that night as he also had a Wargames match.

Y/N rammed her shoulder into it one more time, the crowd winced and Y/N let out a sigh of relief, the second time popping her shoulder back in place. Y/N leaned against the cage and nodded at Io and Kay Lee telling them that she could keep going. They still looked at her like she was crazy but she only smirked and gave them a wink. Y/N went on the finish and win the match for her team, pinning Jacy Jayne for the win. She had told them they needed to go after her shoulder to make it more realistic and so they did, it hurt like a bitch but it made the match more memorable and that's all Y/N cared about. Was that the fans had fun.

Immediately when they got backstage, the medical team rushed over to her but she brushed them off wanting to talk with Triple H and Shawn Michaels. "I'm alright, I can go a few minutes without medics," Y/N said, making them back off but follow her just incase she didn't faint or anything. Unfortunately for Y/N she was getting very drowsy. "Ay Y/N you good?" Carmelo asked, making his way over to her. Y/N and Carmelo were very close as Y/N helped train him in the PC. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine-" Y/N breathed just before going unconscious but Carmelo caught her and they had him carry her to the trainers room.

Carmelo pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Knight.

Carmelo Hayes

Ay yo girl in the trainers room rn, she fainted. I think it's bc she took way too much hits on the shoulder, it's damaged real bad. Might wanna get her asap.

LA Knight

yeah on my way

Carmelo sat down in the corner as medics examined her bruised up shoulder. Knight rushed in and immediately walked over to Y/N's body laid down on the table. "Yo, you should probably wake her up." Carmelo said. Knight nodded and gently patted Y/N's face, causing her to slowly open her eyes with a groan as she felt the pain in her shoulder. "Oh god, you should've let me stay unconscious," Y/N muttered, looking at Knight with squinted eyes, not expecting to wake up and immediately see her ex boyfriend looking at her. "Ouch, Y/N. That hurt," Knight said sarcastically and Y/N glared at him.

"This is why I dumped you. You're such an a-" Y/N was cut off when Carmelo quickly cut her off before she could say anything she would regret. "All right, well before this turns into a rage room we should probably check to see if you're actually able to move your arm." Carmelo said, looking down at her brusied up shoulder that honestly looked so bad it's like it was broken or something. "Considering all the damage you took, even after popping it back in, it looks like you're gonna be out of action for quite sometime. In fact, I'm gonna say maybe two months to play it safe," the doctor said.

"No way, I can't take off two months. I have a championship match, that I'm supposed to win. I'm supposed to be champion. I can't let that go," Y/N said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry but you have no choice. If you continue to wrestle then you can permanently damage your shoulder which is far worse," they said. Y/N licked her lips and sighed, "Can I be alone please?" She requested, they nodded and left the room immediately. Shaun and Melo immediately went to leave as well but Y/N reached out and grabbed Shaun's hand, "Melo, can you let Dakota and Kay Lee know I'm alright please?"

Melo gave her nod and walked out, shutting the door so the two could have some privacy. "Why are you here? Why do you care about me so much after how I treated you?" Y/N asked, letting his hand go to hold the ice up to her brusied shoulder, clenching her jaw slightly at the pain. "I would say the breakup was fifty-fifty," Shaun mumbled, leaning on the counter and Y/N rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "I just can't seem to let you go, ya know? I seen you get hurt and I was just so worried about you. Like a million things ran through my mind about what could've went wrong. I don't know, I just know that I hate seeing you get hurt," he explained.

"I get it. I'm not exactly over you either. I never was, I just overreacted when you said you loved you. It was just, I was going through a lot with my sister so I didn't really believe you loved me which is why I pushed you away. Truth is, I do love you. Probably more than anyone I've ever been with in the past. I was just scared of admitting it." Y/N looked down, biting her lip and not making eye contact with him but he was already looking at her the entire time. "Y/N, look at me," He said, causing her to slowly look up at him, scared that he might be harsh after the way their breakup happened.

"I love you, Y/N." She smiled to herself and looked down but he used her hand to raise her chin and press their lips together softly. Pulling away for breath, Y/N smiled and sighed, "Do you wanna move in with me?" Y/N asked, knowing it was a risky question but she would understand he didn't say yes. Shaun grinned and Y/N's eyes widened, "Don't you dare do it!"

"Yeahhhh!!!!"

[byeoltoyuki]

love me

↳ Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

❧ Genre : Fluff / friends to lovers

❧ Warnings: none

❧ Words : +2k

❧ Summary : A stupid dare leads to something else.

prompt: “You’re not my favorite person today.” “I’m not your favorite person on any day"

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Seungmin pushed the door to your room, looking pissed as hell.

Oh oh. Someone was in trouble. That someone was definitely you.

You should have known that giving Seungmin the spare key to your place was a terrible idea and that there would be a day you would come to regret it. Back then, it seemed like a bright idea. After all, he was your best friend and you were a lonely, young woman, who on top of that lived alone. What if you got murdered in your sleep? There would be nobody to find your body. What if you broke a leg or worse and wouldn’t be able to open the door? Obviously, you had been dramatic when you made the decision to give him the key, but who cared.

Well, unsurprisingly, that day had come.

It wasn’t in your intentions to give him a reason to use it. Not really, at least. But maybe disappearing on him for one whole week was another bad decision of yours. Another poor decision to be added to the very long list of bad decisions. You couldn’t really blame him for using it, in the middle of the night while you were busy watching a drama, trying to distract yourself from overthinking.

“The hell you’re doing here?” You screamed and almost threw your laptop from your bed, too shocked seeing him in the middle of the night.

Seungmin’s frown only deepened. He couldn’t believe that he was worried for your well-being while you were enjoying yourself. Instead of answering your question, he approached your bed in silence, studying you with dark eyes. You were truly in trouble and wished you could hide from him.

“Let me ask you a better question.” He said, “What’s wrong with you?”

Now that was a loaded question. Just like you had a long list of your bad decisions, there was also a list of what was wrong with you. On top of the first list was definitely the fact that you were dared to kiss your best friend. On top of the second list was probably the fact that you had been incredibly confused about your relationship with Seungmin ever since.

Flashback

“Why are we playing this dumb game again?” Seungmin asked for the second time. He looked at you, half bored half annoyed. You should have known that playing truth or dare would only put him in even sourer mood – he didn’t want to be here in the first place. While you enjoyed improvised parties with your friends, Seungmin hated it. The only reason he came, was because you begged him to come with you.

“It’s only dumb because you have things to hide.” Jisung smirked and gave him a knowing look.

Jisung was definitely feeling brave tonight, you thought to yourself. It was a well-known fact that Seungmin could be a tad violent with his words, but apparently tonight it didn’t matter. Not to Jisung at least.

“But don’t worry, you’re not the only one.” Jisung blew him a kiss, unbothered with the death glare he received from Seungmin.

You, on the other hand, was curious. You didn’t think you had anything to hide which made you wonder who in this room had secrets. You studied Jisung - nope, couldn’t be him, the boy didn’t know how to keep things for himself even if he tried. Your gaze slid to Minho. Now that could be a possibility, the man was a tomb, you believed that even under torture he would never spill his secrets.

“My dear, Y/N,” Jisung interrupted your trail of thoughts, his smirk growing so wide it truly troubled you. Whatever he was about to do or say, you would regret it. “Truth or dare?”

When you first started playing this game, you felt pretty confident. Now? Not so much. Maybe it was because of Jisung’s smirk, maybe it was because of Minho’s and Jiah’s attention on you.

“I don’t think I’m ready to spill my secrets.” You started thinking out loud.

“Because you have secrets?” Seungmin snorted beside you which earned him a strong nudge from you.

“I’ll go with the dare.”

Jisung clapped his hands in happiness and yet the glint in his eyes was pure evil. Damn, was he hoping you would choose the dare?

“I dare you to kiss Seungmin.”

“What.” There was no way he asked something so dumb. Something you had never considered doing even for a joke. Apparently, Seungmin didn’t think it was a funny dare either; his body tensed beside you and he clenched his fist.

“Or you can drink this.” Minho pushed the disgusting mix of alcohols towards you. It was death disguised in a drink.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the drink and your friends, weighting whenever drinking this was worth it. No, you thought, you were too young to die because of a stupid game, Seungmin was right. You slowly turned your head to look at your best friend, studying him for a moment. He told you he didn’t want to come. He told you he didn’t want to play and yet you stubbornly fought him until he said yes. Now you regretted it and wished you had listened.

“Shit.” You thought to yourself, slowly panicking. What were you supposed to do? You didn’t want to do something he would disapprove.

Seungmin was the one to put you out of your misery. He sighed, resigned. There was no escape. “Get on with it.”

“Are you serious?” You whispered completely stunned.

Instead of replying he gave you a long look that meant only one thing: stop testing his patience. You hesitated; it should be just a game and yet you couldn’t find the courage to kiss him. It was silly, really, you knew it. Seungmin, however, chose to end your misery, he too, didn’t want you to drink the lethal cocktail. He gently took your hand and give it a tug.

“Come on, Y/N.” He whispered, fully ignoring your friends who were clearly enjoying your misery.

Seungmin didn’t let go of your hand as your leaned closer to him, your eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and his lips. It was just a dare, you told yourself. A stupid dare and nothing more. And yet, the moment your lips brushed his, your whole body came alive, tingles spreading through your body. Feeling braver, you pushed your body against his, making it easier to deepen the kiss, to feel more of him. It was disconcerting how nice his lips felt against yours, how this kiss made you feel alive, how nice it was. You were kissing your best friend and instead of not feeling anything, you were feeling it all.

Back to present

“Nothing. I’m doing perfectly fine and you’re interrupting my peaceful night.” You ended up saying, trying to sound as convincing as you could but you were doing a rather poor job.

Seungmin wasn’t convinced. You expected as much but still hoped he would let it go. Instead, he studied you, a deep frown on his face. “So you’ve been avoiding me just to piss me off?”

“I wasn’t avoiding you! Why would I?” You protested

“Okay, you weren’t. Then, mind to explain why you had left all my messages on read? Why you declined all invitations to go out? Worse, you refused to go to our weekly library tour. I had to go alone, like a loser.”

“I-“ You opened your mouth, wanting so badly to defend yourself, but he was right. You had absolutely nothing to say in your defense.

“You?” Seungmin knew there was something bothering you and yet you refused to talk about it which frustrated him. There were no secrets between you two; the two of you had always been awfully blunt, not minding hurting each other’s feelings and yet here you were, holding back.

“Y/N.” It was your last chance to come out clean, you felt it with the way he said your name. A warning. But did it work on you? Definitely not.

“Stop it, Seungmin.” You pleaded, “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“You’re a horrible liar.” He snapped and grabbed your ankles. He yanked you with so much strength, you shrieked. Seungmin settled between your legs, trapping you between his body and the bed, giving you no choice but look him in the eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. There was no escaping anymore – you were doomed.

“You’re not my favorite person today.” You pouted

Was it you or it was getting too hot in your room? It had to be you, and definitely not because his presence was affecting you. It was definitely not because your own body was reacting to his closeness. You were too aware of him.

Seungmin was not impressed. He huffed and flicked your nose playfully which made you only whine and wriggle under him in an attempt to set yourself free. Without success.

“I’m not your favorite person on any day.” He observed you for a moment, weighing his options. He wasn’t stupid, he had a pretty clear idea of what was bothering you, but he wanted to hear you say it. “Fine. Want me to guess?”

You shook your head. No, you did not want him to guess; Seungmin was very perceptive, too perceptive for your liking.

“No? I’ll do it anyway.”

You groaned and nudged him with your knee. Seungmin, instead, leaned closer, face dangerously close to yours, eyes sharp, watching you. Whether it was because of his proximity or because of the way he was looking at you – you gulped.

“I think you’ve been avoiding me since the party and because of the stupid game.”

Shit. He knew. Of course, he did.

“I think,” And he dared to smile, a very wicked and playful smile, “you’ve been avoiding me because of the kiss. Did you like it, Y/N?”

You did. Too much. You found yourself staring at him, at his pretty nose, at his pretty kissable lips. You could joke all you wanted about him looking like a puppy, but right now he looked like a predator observing its prey and he was definitely having fun.

“Come on, Y/N.” He grabbed your chin, his grip gentle but firm. “You’re usually so good with words.” His gaze slid to your lips, leaning even closer, his warm breath on your lips. He was slowly driving you crazy and he didn’t know it. “Say it.”

Saying yes would be so simple and yet you couldn’t muster the courage to say it. Such tiny word, yet so powerful. What if your admission would change your relationship? You refused risking your friendship just because you, terribly, wanted to kiss him.

Seungmin tsked, getting frustrated with your lack of reaction, but he wasn’t one to give up so easily. “Did you finally stop seeing me just as a friend?”

“What?”

He ignored your question, but at least his smile was back as you finally reacted to his words. “Because if you did, I’ll be finally able to show you how much I love you. I’ll show you every day just how much I care for you. If you let me.”

Seungmin had the gift of leaving you speechless. This time was no exception. His confession echoed in your head, in your heart. Seungmin, your best friend, was actually in love with you.

“You like me?” You finally asked, so stunned, you had to make sure your mind wasn’t playing some tricks.

Seungmin laughed at that and straightened up. He knew, he had all of your attention, now. “I do. I’ve been in love with your sorry ass for two years now. I think Jisung was done with watching us, that’s why he made you do the dare.”

And here you thought, you were good at figuring people out. Apparently, you were not. How did you miss the signs? But more importantly, what were you supposed to do? Clearly, the kiss made you think more about Seungmin, about your own feelings. Did you love him? Did you want a relationship with him?

“You’re overthinking right now.” Once more, he saw right through you. “It’s okay if you don’t know how you feel about me. I can wait.”

You knew he would. Seungmin was the patient one between the two of you, but he was also a fighter – given the chance, he would fight for his love.

Slowly, you reached out for him. You pulled at his arms, making him fall back on top of you, giving you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. “Can you kiss me?” You asked instead. “Just to be sure.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Seungmin chuckled and didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second as he claimed your mouth hungrily, passionately. He had been dying to do it again – now that he had a taste, it was the only thing he could think about.

And you? You realized with his lips devouring yours,  it wouldn’t be hard to fully give yourself to him. Body, heart and mind.