#last year i got them both in one ten pull for each and was shocked

[tuprez]

also literally ehat. this was yesterday btw

[mononijikayu]

thinking about how ryomen sukuna husband, marin the dog's dad, national athelete, pro-volleyball player is now stuck in this conundrum of a situation.

if he was being honest, he didn't even know how the national japanese team social media manager got him to do this. maybe it was because they bribed him with his favorite protein shake. maybe it was because they promised to stop bugging him.

but if he admit that they were the things that got him, it would be a lie. no, it was all the hd pictures of you from all the previous games these past season.

he didn't know they had existed since now. but because they had them, he had to get it. he had to get those really pretty pictures of you and keep it for only him.

ryomen sukuna was already regretting saying yes to the lie detector segment. he’d done interviews before for everything and not once has he ever been nervous.

after games, in locker rooms, on buses that smelled like sweat and glory. even when he was exhausted and ragged in the bones and just wanted to go home and sleep hugging you, he'd do it. even if it was a hassle.

but this situation was different. he was terrified. why shouldn't he be terrified? this was a whole different thing and people just knew it. everything about this was not something he was used to.

this was wires, blinking lights, a host who smiled like he knew too much, and a chair that felt suspiciously like it belonged in an interrogation room.

still, he looked good and cool.

sleeves rolled just enough.

the usual cocky slouch.

he had to fake it till he made it.

“all set?” the the social media manager asked, grinning.

sukuna shrugged. “unless this thing shocks me when i lie, yeah.”

they started easy. and he liked that. is your hair naturally pink? no. (duh.) do you think you’re the best player on the national team? yes. (double duh.)

each answer got a soft, obedient beep. truth. he was cruising. smooth. untouchable. until the host pulled a new card. this one looked different. evil, even. ryomen sukuna could sense it. he could feel it in his bones.

“sukuna-san, here's your next question.” the social media manager said slowly, way too pleased with himself, “is it true that when you were newly eighteen, you and your now-wife, [name]-san, had a pregnancy scare… and her dad almost murdered you for it?”

sukuna blinked. once. twice. “…i’m sorry. what?”

someone behind the camera snorted. sukuna’s eyes narrowed. and then, he heard it. he could feel his eye twitch all the sudden. your laugh. soft, familiar, and 100% guilty.

his jaw dropped. “oh my god. you’re here.”

you didn’t even try to deny it at all. i mean, this was the first time in a long while you'd gotten to be ridiculous. especially now that you've come back to work and had your hectic schedule again.

you always took the opportunity when it was offered. so, you sat somewhere off to the side and let yourself be silly. you laughed once again when you heard him curse.

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “you really sent that in? seriously?”

the host was trying very hard not to lose it.

“answer the question, sukuna-san!"

he sighed. long-suffering. dramatic.

“…fine. yeah. it’s true.”

beep. truth.

and just like that, the flashback hit him like a football to the face. it happend when you were teenagers, last year of high school. nothing even happened back then. it was just hanging out most of the time.

well, there was the occassional making out. but even when it went somewhere, you both stopped. and even when you wanted to, sukuna was the one to stop it all.

after all, he didn't want to ruin your future. you wanted to be an astrophysicist. you had a dream and he wanted you to focus on that. as much as he focused on volleyball.

so that day, it was all too different. and he could feel it in the air. you were on his massive bed, staring at your phone like it owed you an explanation.

sukuna walked in, unwrapping a sandwich, and you just… said it. “my love, i’m ten days late.”

he dropped the sandwich. “what do you mean, ten days late?”

“i mean what i said, my love. i'm late.” you said calmly, yawning in between. “ten. days. late. no period. no signs. my uterus is a cryptid.”

sukuna looked like he aged ten years on the spot. "w-what do you mean? w-we.... we didn't do anything just yet—"

"well i'm not sure!" you whispered to him. "i mean, when on my birthday, we both went and drank together quite a bit and—"

"yeah but i don't remember anything happening!" he says, choking as his red turned flushed. he stops and then his eyes go wide. "wait....i blacked out right?"

"yeah and maybe......" you hide your face in your hands, feeling like you were going to cry.

“okay. okay. don’t panic.” he said, immediately panicking. “we’ll go to a clinic. or a pharmacy. or maybe time travel. can we still time travel?”

you were surprisingly calm, at least from the standards usually had on pregnancy reactions. ryomen sukuna, on the other hand, looked like he was about to faint at the mere thought of diapers and daycare. but the worst part wasn’t the scare.

it was doing the impossible. it was telling your dad about everything. your ex-military, early-rising,suspicious-of-every-boy-on-earth dad, without him getting mad.

you told him while your poor unfortunate boyfriend was in the house. well, he thought that it was appropriate. even if he was shitting himself.

he was sitting politely in the living room with a mug of tea when you broke the news. your dad turned and just stared at sukuna. no yelling. no questions.

just pure, soul-piercing silence. for five whole minutes. ryomen sukuna sat frozen, gripping the mug like it was a grenade. it might be one of the worst days of his life.

you tried to ease the tension. “it’s probably just stress! we’re being responsible! we’re not even sure—”

your dad stood up. slowly. like an ancient god rising to smite. sukuna stood too. immediately. like his legs were possessed. your boyfriend, the former troublemaker and fist slammer, looked scared for the first time in his life.

“s-sir, respectfully, we're not....we're not even sure.” he blurted, voice cracking, “but i can swear to you that i respect your daughter. i-i swear....i'm going to take responsibility."

you covered your face all througout. ryomen sukuna, like years before, started mumbling about how from the very beginning, he's willing to stand up for you and be a father if you were pregnant. it was quite a thing.

in the end, you had nothing to worry about. after you took multiple tests, you were not pregnant. and a few days later, sukuna remembered what happened (likely out of fear of your father) and told you that you did not in fact make love.

back in the studio, ryomen sukuna shook his head like he was still recovering. he sighed as he looked at you. you were smiling at him giving him a thumbs up.

“i had nightmares about that stare for months!” he said. “every time her dad looked at me when i came by the house, i thought he was imagining my funeral arrangements.”

you laughed again off-camera, totally unapologetic. you were really lucky you were cute. he really couldn't get mad. not at you. not even once. he purses his lips.

“and the kicker?” sukuna said, leaning forward with a dry laugh. “she wasn’t even pregnant! just exam week stress. i almost died for nothing.”

he pointed toward where you were standing. “you’re evil.”

beep. truth.

a little while later, ryomen sukuna did get the hd pictures of you in a real big envelope. later, it was added to the pictures of you in his office. and all of that made him sigh, more fondly than ever before. life was good.

"i wonder what it would look like...." he mused to himself. "when we have kids too....."

"my love, dinner's ready!"

he smiles. "i'm coming!"

[dastardly-imbecile]

TENEBROSITY

TW: suicidal ideation, depictions of death and grief

wordcount: 1.3k

masterlist, ao3

something something reader who dies. Doesn't particularly matter if she was a soldier or a civilian, if it was the blur of battle or the quietus of an accident, if it was a bullet or a blade or the cruel hand of Fortuna. Out with a bang, out with a whimper.

What does matter is that Simon, predictably, takes it not well. Worse that Price puts him on leave, and he has nothing to do but lay spread-eagled on the bed you once shared, stare at the ceiling and quietly thinks about the knives in the kitchen, about the pills in the cabinet. Not with any real sort of action behind the notion, but just the everpresent reality that they're there, that he can take the kind way out. The only thing that stops him, really, is that he knows if there is an afterlife, he sure as hell isn't going where you are.

Between the team's sporadic visits, Kyle's attempts to set him up with a therapist and Johnny's attempts to cheer the grief out of him and Price's attempts to have a normal conversation - as if normalcy exists, anymore - he takes to scrolling through your old messages. Little lines of text: years of love encapsulated in a single bubble, such small things. Messages that he once only spared a seconds' glance before responding, he now spends hours poring over, trying to find the secret to mortality etched into those pixels.

Still has your phone, too. Leaves your search tabs untouched, leaves your apps opened just as they were, just like your products still litter the bathroom counter, just like he put your half-finished leftovers in the freezer, cold and permanent as the dead.

It's not healthy, but he's never been healthy. Not a moment in his life: not his childhood, not the military, not now, in which there was not something, someone, searching for the best way to break him; best way to put those pieces back together and shatter them again. The only difference, this time, is that both are him: something about Ouroboros, something about Sisyphus.

He starts texting you again. Long, incoherent paragraphs about how much he misses you; simple love yous, all the hundreds that he never got to say. He could have told you ten times a day, for a thousand years, and he would still have so much more. Calls your voicemail, just to hear your voice once again, so he can pretend you're just out of the house, that you'll truly call him back 'whenever I'm able'.

Imagine his surprise when, one night, he sends a succinct, goodnight dove, and you reply.

I love you.

Of course, he's pissed: someone gets your number by some means, not only uses it - if they'd told him, fuck off, who are you, stop texting me - he could have has a modicum of respect, at the very least. But no: they imitate, they paint themselves in the image of a Goddess; something about Exodus 20:4, something about the Viceroy butterfly.

It pushes him into overdrive for the first time since you died - he pulls up the old software, hooks the phone up, tries to triangulate the location of the sender. All he gets, though, is a jumble of letters and numbers that apply to no coordinate on earth.

And then, you call him. Your name popping up drives into him an anguish deep enough to burn, moreso when he checks your phone, sees it just as inert since the day you died.

He shouldn't, but he answers.

When you say, "Simon," he's thinking about how he'd most like to kill these people: sure, get a number, hook up some voice changer, real convincing. It's going to fall apart when you beg him to send you a couple thousand dollars, or when you dig into him for some bit of intel: he won't be tricked, won't allow grief to break his last bit of dignity, sell his soul for a bit of false love.

And then, you tell him the last words you ever said to him. Same voice, same tone. Murmer more, as he sits there, shock dripping down every vertebrae in his spine. All the things you would whisper to each other in the dead of night. End your speech with a short, "It's me. I love you. I found a way..."

So for a week or two, it's almost enough: he spends every waking hour on the phone with you, sends you all the pictures he can think to take. It's fine that you never respond with any of your own. It's fine that, sometimes, on those phonecalls, you sound scared or sad or start halting, unfinished sentences with, I wish, or, if only. He can pretend that you're off on a trip, that this is some temporary fever.

Only, he can't, not really. Something about truffle pigs, something about pitbulls: something about the desire to dig, to sink his teeth into the meat of the matter and rip until bone is caught between his jaws. Whenever he asks you about how, or where, or, can I ever see you, you sound like you're crying while you deftly avoid answering.

Really, you have only divulged two things: one, you dying won't help. Two, when he visited your grave for the first time since your death: I'm not down there anymore, Simon.

A fantasy grows, some reversal of the five stages of grief, denial come last: he imagines that maybe you aren't dead, that maybe you were captured by some nebulous force of evil, are currently holed up in some dark basement. Got your hands on a phone somehow, sure, if it doesn't make sense then it will when he rescues you, when you explain it to him between kisses.

He gathers the rest of the task force at his - your - house, despite your pleas not to. Tells them. Almost relishes in Johnny's look of disbelief, in Price's evident concern - because he'll be proven right. Right, when he clicks the call button, when...

When it rings, and rings, and rings, and goes to voicemail. He swipes to your messages, but all are gone, all your responses wiped away to apepar one sided.

He's not a stupid man. Anticipated something like this, maybe - but the screenshots he took are nothing but black space, and the recordings of your voice carry naught but the sound of his own breathing, and before he can do something, anything, to prove this, Price has a hand upon his back and Kyle is saying something and he tears away, shuts himself in your room. Calls you four times, while they talk quietly outside. It's not until the fifth - after the front door closes - that you pick up.

"I'm sorry," you say, "I'm sorry, Simon, I... I came back for you, just you, came back..."

The wave of reality ebbs, flows. It's not all bad, eventually. Some days, he spends curled around your old pillow - which smells more like him, than you, at this point - while you whisper filthy words through the tinny speakers, rutting into the fabric. He tries to do the same to you, but you never make the same sounds you used to, and when he tries to ask about your body, your pleasure, you devolve into low notes of grief.

Maybe it's better this way. Maybe it's worse. Something about the carrot and the stick, something about Tantalus, ankle-deep in water.

Something about the inability to move on: about you, stuck wherever you are, ephemeral, blind and senseless but for your voice. About him, hand perpetually upon the phone, ignoring the calls of his team, caught upon the half-death he's able to live.

About a hunger and a pinprick of light and the world as it darkens, the crepuscule of existence.

[calicocoffeecafe]

She's My Collar - Ch. 2

Sub!Colin Gray x Goth!Reader (NSFW)

Following that first date, things just looked so promising ~

Since that fateful night with Colin, you two have only been spending more and more time with each other. Inspired by the spot you took him to, Colin showed you around to a few places he liked to go when he needed to be alone. One of them was under a bridge, where you could just sit on the concrete and enjoy the river as it bubbled past. Your dates grew beyond exploration as he took you to various coffeeshops he knew you liked, or would introduce to new ones, trips to the music store to check out their selection of cds, where you were able to add to your collection of post-punk and coldwave that you had built over the last few years, and so much more. Even at school, you two were together whenever you could be. He'd meet up with you between classes to walk you to your next period, despite the fact that it meant he had to hurry to get to his afterwards. You ate lunch together, he started picking you up in the mornings and dropping you off in the afternoons, and he even invited you to a few of his Poetry Club meetings.

It was Thursday, which meant he had a meeting after school. Gathering his things when the bell rang to end the day, he sauntered on over to you so you could come with.

“Ready?” He asked as you slung your backpack over your shoulders.

“Yup,” You smiled at him, reaching a hand out for him to hold as you started making your way to the English classroom where the club met. Walking down the hall, you couldn't help but notice a few of the looks you got from people around you. There were some who seemed surprised, but out of the minimal number of folks who even cared enough to look, they weren't too shocked.

Needy caught up to you both, tapping Colin on the shoulder, a notebook in her arms.

“Hey, Colin, I have an idea for the meeting today.” She seemed a bit excited, though her tone conveyed a touch of uncertainty. Noticing you, she gave a little wave and smile before returning her focus to Colin, who asked her to continue. “We've been doing a lot of reflection on Poe's work these last few meets, and he's great or whatever, but I think what the group needs is some kind of contest. We all write something to submit, and then in maybe two weeks, we have someone be the judge!” The look on her face was bright, clearly this was something she thoroughly enjoyed as a concept. Colin thought about it for a moment, weighing the proposal before voicing his opinion on it.

“I mean, I personally like the sound of that, but who would be our judge?” A fair point to be raised. Needy gave it a quick consideration before realizing that you would be a great option.

“You've been to a good few meetings so everyone knows you, plus, you have experience in expressive literature.” High praise from Needy.

“That could work,” You accepted the offer, seeing how she lit up, clutching her notebook. The three of you walked into the classroom where the meetings were held, most of the members already there, but still waiting on a few stragglers. Needy went ahead and got herself set up by the window, where she usually did, while you and Colin hung towards the back of the room, sitting down next to each other as the final few you were waiting on strolled in.

Ms. Gardiner, lovingly referred to by her students as “Ms. G,” gathered the club's attention, bringing the meeting to an official start. As was always the case, the first ten minutes was a freestyle segment where the members were meant to pull out their notebooks or a piece of paper and write whatever came to their mind. She never collected their writing, but did offer the floor for anyone who wanted to share. You remember Colin shared one about his thoughts on the sensationalism of gossip and how it harmed everyone involved. Ms. Gardiner had given him kudos for his insights into the teenaged psyche.

This time around, he wouldn't even let you see what he was writing, which aroused your suspicion as he wasn't normally the secretive type when it came to his works. Colin let you read a poem he wrote about his internal conflict between his sexual desire for you and his fears of taking that step with someone, so for this to be hidden from you raised a few questions. Regardless, you weren't going to press the issue. Colin would share when he was ready, that much was true, and in the meantime, you could just enjoy your time with him.

When the ten minutes were up, Colin shut his notebook and slipped it back in his bag, gazing at you with a pleased expression and giving your hand a small squeeze. A few members shared their writing, one expressing the wish to know the freedom birds do, another voicing his distaste for pop music, and so on. There wasn't any particular pattern among the students’ poems, which was your favorite part of the freestyle. Ms. Gardiner, after giving all members a chance to share if they wanted, handed the floor over to Needy so she could explain the idea she went over with you and Colin.

Everyone seemed more or less on board, much to Needy's excitement, and they started brainstorming the rules and criteria for their submissions. Needy called you to the front to help give your input on what you felt would be good points to critique.

“Hmm, well, poetry is so subjective, it's tricky to find common aspects to conform to every work. I'd say that if it's genuine to your essence and you feel it's worthy of entry, I'll gladly pick a winner from the lot.” These were guidelines that everyone felt content with, given their snaps in response to your words. Colin looked so happy from where he sat, just admiring his gorgeous girl. Well, uh, not “his” like he owned you or anything, it's not like you were official yet, but like… anyway.

Joining your lover where he sat, Ms. Gardiner went on to say that in two weeks’ time, the judging would take place, meaning everyone had fourteen days to put together their masterpiece. The reward was agreed to be that the winning poem would be displayed in the classroom for others to appreciate, optionally anonymous or not. You could see the cogs in Colin's mind churning away as he brainstormed what he wanted to write about, though you had no doubt in your mind he was going to make something good. He had a way with words that made your dull heart light up with joy. That's when you realized a potential problem with the competition: bias. Your epiphany prompted you to speak out to the group.

“Hey, everyone, when you submit your poem, don't put your name on it, and type it out so I can't tell who wrote it.” You were so smart. Colin loved you.

Uh- wait, um, no, not that, uh…

Shit.

When the meeting came to a close, you and Colin took the opportunity to hang back for a minute on the front steps of the school. It was overcast, so the outside had a nice touch of desaturation to it that was very pleasing to the eye.

“Hey, can I… share something with you?” Colin asked, retrieving his notebook from his backpack.

“Always,” You were wondering if this was what he was writing earlier. Perhaps a surprise for you? You felt excitement simmer beneath the surface of your skin.

“So uh… I wrote you this… and…” Colin took a breath, clearly a bit anxious and frustrated with himself for it. You rubbed his arm, encouraging him to go on and reaffirming he was ok. “I'm just going to read it to you.”

“Were I to reminisce a past that lies ahead,

I would see only the glimpses of euphoria that lie with you.

Being by your side, I feel so sure.

You erase all confusion, and stifle the anxieties I can't subdue.

It would be a great pleasure to stay in your company;

There is no problem you cannot mend.

So, my damsel enshrouded in darkness,

May I call myself your boyfriend?”

With shaking hands, he looked at you, peaking over the paper. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his skull as the question came out. You held a hand over your heart, feeling it flutter and skip a beat.

“I...” It was hard for you to find the words. Colin swallowed, his throat dry.

“I'd like that, Colin.” You placed a hand on his thigh, a sweet smile on your face as you held his gaze. You watched the tension melt off of him as he grinned ear to ear, overwhelmed with joy at your answer.

“Really? You mean it?” His eyes sparkled like the night sky the two of you basked under on that first date. You could only nod an energetic yes before kissing him like you had several times before. It was nothing like any of its predecessors. This was even better.

Sitting together on those stairs, you held hands as you giggled back and forth like a couple of elementary school kids. You both felt so giddy, lighter than air.

That's how it continued to feel whenever you were together, which was nearly all the time, now. In the weeks that followed the afternoon it all became official, life had gained new depth as you exchanged romantic prose back and forth over text during class, snuck kisses in the empty classrooms during free period, quietly slipped out the window to visit him during the wee hours of the night. It truly seemed like he was everything you needed in a boyfriend.

He adored you. Every little thing, it didn't matter what. Colin would go on and on about how perfect you were, both in a full face of makeup or having just woken up. To him, you were beauty incarnate. You'd spend afternoons together after school, only going home when you absolutely had to.

You had him over once, and he let you do goth makeup on him. Needless to say, it was tricky to stay focused because he kept chuckling or being silly and throwing you off. When you finally got the setting spray on him, he was feeling himself to such a degree that you were worried you had created a monster. Colin just stared in the mirror, admiring your work, for what felt like an hour. You took it as high praise for a job well done.

You just felt so yourself with Colin; Colin felt so safe with you.

•♤♡◇♧•

Colin had yet to invite you over to his house until now. It never bothered you much as you figured he likely had good reason, though it did stand out to you, just slightly, as a smidge odd. A month or so into your relationship, he finally asked if you'd like to come over after school. You already knew your parents didn't care, so you weren't worried about asking them. With a resounding yes, the plan was set; instead of taking you home or out after school, he'd bring you to his place.

When the end of the day finally did come along, you felt an eagerness to get out of there, weirdly motivated to see what his house is like. Colin playfully asked why you were in such a hurry as you practically pulled him along by his hand to his car. All you said was that you wanted to get your shoes off already, which wasn't a full lie, but it wasn't the full truth.

On the way there, you felt a surplus of energy that radiated from you into Colin, making him equally pumped to have you in his room for the first time. Well, if his mom would even let you two be in there… eh, problem for a later time.

Pulling into his driveway, you stared at the place where the magic happened. Before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, Colin gave you a warning.

“Listen, I just want you to know before you go in there that my mom is a bit… odd. She means well, but if she acts uncouth, don't take it personally. She's crazy religious, is what I'm saying.” Well, perhaps you should not have worn your shirt with a massive pentacle on it, today. Too bad, you wanted in.

“I'm sure it'll be fine,” You dismissed his concerns but trusted he was only looking out for you. Shockingly enough, you were a hit with parents. Sure, Jennifer's mom nearly fainted when she first saw you, but she came around…. Eventually.

“I hope so,” Colin murmured, a slight worry in his eye as he unbuckled and grabbed his bag, getting out of the car. Following his lead, you entered the house after him, taking your shoes off and leaving them by the door as he instructed. From the other room, his mother, Jill, called out to him.

“Hi, Colin! Did you have a good day at school?” She sounded like she had definitely seen her fair share of troubles, her voice a tad raspy.

“Yeah, mom, it was ok.” Colin responded. They continued their little chat while you took the opportunity to look around the house from where you stood. You were seeing a lot of crosses, which wasn't uncommon in the goth scene, but certainly a little off-putting when pictures of the virgin Mary are right next to family photos on the wall.

Alright, Colin wasn't kidding, you thought.

“Here, she's just in the dining room,” Colin whispered to you, taking your hand in his as he guided you to the dining room. “Mom, I got someone I'd like you to meet.” He informed her.

“Oh! And who might that be-” The two of you stood across the room from her as she stared you dead in the eyes. You weren't one to get chills from something as minimal as a stare, but there was a cold, scrutinizing aspect to the way her eyes tore into your very being.

“H-Hi, Mrs. Gray,” You waved, your hand shaking with nerves as you felt yourself get noticeably warmer.

“Hello, uh…” Colin fed her your name, with which she finished her greeting. Never did your name sound so haunting. That woman gave you a serious case of the willies.

“Alright, we'll be in my room if you need anything,” Colin tugged you away from her before either of you had the chance to say anything further. Hurrying up the stairs, you couldn't even take in the details of the house.

“I don't think she liked me,” You acknowledged, a hint of defeat in your voice.

“All things considered, that's one of her better reactions. You should have seen how she reacted when she saw my friend, Razor. He had more metal in his face than a cyborg.” Opening the door to his room, you dwelled on how his mother seemed so disturbed by you. It took Colin waving in your face to get you to snap out of your stupor.

“Hey, don't worry about her, ok? I know she's intimidating, but I promise you're not going to be impaled with a wooden stake.” He sat on his bed, patting next to him to invite you to join him. Taking a deep breath, you went ahead and let yourself forget about that freaky woman for now and took the side of your lover.

His room was more or less what you imagined it would be: posters all over the wall, various band stuff, a cd and vinyl collection, a vintage boombox, a little computer set-up, and just the general mess of a teenage boy's room. It was cozy. His walls were a deep shade of gray, which you made a joke about that he had already heard a thousand times by other people he had over.

“You're so funny,” He quipped sarcastically.

“I know,” You smiled, snuggling him close and letting out a relaxed sigh. This was nice.

The two of you had shifted to a lying down position, much more relaxed and comfortable. You had your head resting on his pillows while Colin had his arms around your waist and his leg slung over yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing in your perfume. Rubbing his back gently, you chuckled at how cute he was like this, all cuddly and cozy. The best part about this position was that you were acutely aware of how his cock was pressed against your thigh the entire time. Any jostle or shift caused sparks to rush to Colin's head, and he was very much failing to keep his mind at bay. You found his plight delicious.

Trailing your hand up to the back of his head, you scratched the nape of his neck. He shivered, tilting his head to look at you, seeing that hungry flame in your eye, burning just beyond the horizon.

“Colin?”

“Yeah..?”

“Take those fucking pants off.”

He was so good at following orders that the next thing either of you knew, you had him pinned to his bed, your mouth assaulting the side of his neck as he bit back all the moans and whimpers that threatened to escape. Colin didn't want to risk his mom hearing your antics, but all you could think about was how he squirmed in such a titillating way when you bit down on his neck and sucked the bite. He whispered your name, his voice hoarse with need.

“Shhh, don't speak. I only want to hear the sounds you can't control.” Colin felt himself get light-headed hearing you whisper that in his ear as your hand traveled up under his shirt. “We can stop at any time, ok?” You added for good measure. All he could do was nod and gulp, the blood not going to his brain enough to give you an intelligent answer.

You could feel his now raging erection against yourself as you straddled his lap, continuing to leave bruise after bruise on the sensitive skin of his neck. Colin was on cloud 9, intoxicated by how you took control of him. You'd whisper something for him to do and he did it, no questions asked. It felt so good to not think, to not have to worry about what was going to come next. He trusted you to lead him through fire.

“Colin,” You purred, grinding down on his cock and drinking in the way he shuddered under you, his eyes shutting at the sensation. Wow, he was so starved for contact that the minimal friction provided from that motion made his hips buck. How pathetic. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He whined, the thought of you taking him all the way being the only thing to occupy his mind.

After tugging off your shorts and panties, leaving on the oversized shirt, you pulled his underwear down, revealing the cock that begged for your touch. You watched a pearl of precum form at the tip just to flow down his throbbing shaft. You licked your lips at the sight. Colin was losing his mind seeing how you stared so intently at his rod.

Placing your hands on his thighs, you pressed gentle, teasing kisses onto his cock and balls, driving the point home that he was your plaything. Colin bit his lips together from the inside, trying to muffle himself as best as he could, but nothing would have prevented the sharp hitch in his breath that came as you dragged your teeth along the head. Fuck, it hurt him so good. Your soft lips left a kiss on his slit, a trail of pre coming with you as you pulled away, but only a few inches so as to keep the string connected. Colin murmured various obscenities at the sight of your face so close to his cock, a strand of pre connecting the two.

You figured he'd had enough and showed the poor guy some mercy. It was time for a new position. You swapped places with Colin and wrapped your legs around his hips, showing him exactly where you wanted him to be. Colin, with shaky hands, lined himself up to your folds, running his tip over the delicate skin and relishing the feeling. You let out a hum of approval, finding enjoyment in the action just enough to warrant its allowance for a moment.

With a pull of your legs, his tip slipped in and he let out a gasp followed by a soft groan. You bit your lip as he breached your pussy, feeling how his hardware really made itself at home in your box. Colin buried his face in the crook of your neck once more, wrapping his arms around you in a hug, and slowly slid the rest of himself inside. Fuck, it felt so good. Fuck.

You sighed in pleasure, your hands on his back as you encouraged him onwards, “That's a good boy, Colin.” You cooed in his ear as he began to rock in and out of you at a gentle pace, as if he were scared to do too much too soon and finish before you had the chance to. How romantic.

“Nice and easy, for me,” You coached, letting your bodies develop their natural rhythm as his strokes grew more confident, taking your orders to heart. His motions evolved to be smoother as you went on, less timid, less afraid. Colin huffed into your neck, fully enveloped by you, both physically and emotionally. You were a drug to him. A dragon he'd chase for the rest of his life if he could.

“You're doing so well, baby. That's my good boy,” If you kept speaking like that, he was going to burst. However, instead of saying that, he just whimpered in response, letting you know how you affected him so deeply. You grasped his hair in a tight fist, feeling the approach of that all-too-familiar thrill.

“I'm getting close, baby, think you can make it?” Colin let out a desperate noise into your shoulder that told you he was closer than you were. “Just hold it, baby, be my good boy. I know you can do it.”

Colin bit down onto your shoulder, trying so hard to do anything but cum. It was the only thing his body wanted to do, so to keep it in was borderline torture for him. Just his luck, that bite sent you over the edge as your cunt clamped and convulsed around him, the bliss of your orgasm rolling over your body in waves of ecstasy.

He unloaded inside you instantly.

Rope after rope, pump after pump, sloppy thrust after sloppy thrust. When both of you had finally come down from the beautiful apex of your climaxes, he slumped down on top of you, beyond spent. Colin peppered little kisses along your collarbone, rubbing your back as he let himself bathe in the afterglow.

“Good job, baby. You did so well,” You comforted him, knowing that was hard, but very proud of his abilities to withhold from bursting too soon. Taking the duty of cleanup upon yourself, you grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand and wiped up the mess as best you could, throwing the evidence away and putting your clothes back on. Such a kind woman, you even redressed Colin. He was a puddle on that bed, his mind still blank from everything you just did.

Considering the physical activity you just did, you figured it would be a good idea to fetch some water for both of you. You checked your reflection to make sure you looked more or less the same as when you came up, then made your way downstairs. This house must have been made well because there was not a single creaky floorboard in the mix. It was almost uncanny.

Looking around the kitchen, you opened the fridge to see plastic bottles of water sitting on the bottom shelf. You grabbed two and turned on your heels, ready to return to your lover. Only, when you made your 180, Jill was at the door, arms crossed, expression stern.

“I don't want you dating my son.” She stated firmly. You felt your stomach drop.

“W-What..?” You asked.

“It's bad enough he's listening to that devil music, but running around with a whore like you, dressed like one of Satan's concubines? Unacceptable. You are to break up with him at once.”

No… No… This wasn't real. You had fallen asleep upstairs, yeah, that was it. You were-

“I can't do that,” You spat back, feeling tears behind your eyes.

“It's either you break up with him, or I pull him out of that school. Disgraceful, named after the devil, what were they thinking? It's no wonder temptresses run amok, they invited the devil in.”

You felt dizzy. She couldn't be serious right now. Take him out of school? But it was so close to the end of the year…

“That… you can't-” Jill cut you off.

“I can and will, young lady. The choice is yours to make, but come tomorrow, I better not see you two cavorting again. Understood?” All you could do was nod, your lips curling as you fought back the tears that threatened to break free.

“I think it would be best if you left.” Jill stepped aside, allowing you to pass her and leave as she instructed. With weak legs and a queasy stomach, you stumbled to the front door, pulled your shoes on, and left. You left your backpack in his room, but thankfully you kept your phone on you. With faith that he would bring your stuff to you come Monday, you called your dad to come pick you up, the tears now flowing freely down your face.

What were you supposed to do, now?

~ ° +. ⛤ .+ ° ~

Part 2 of 3

[citruslullabies]

I have an idea! Imagine reader is in a (large) smiling critter costume like DogDay, only she's got her own animal going on (a lamb, to be precise!). They've been apart from each other for the longest time, but somehow manage to reunite and they are both relieved to see that the other is okay... Well, mostly. Reader is worried about DogDay's lack of legs, but she helps him out! Established relationship, please!

Oo! I love this idea!

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and organs

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x lamb!mascot!reader

Word count: 708

Sheep Herding Dog

It seemed like to get through this place, you had to blend in. And even then your safety wasn't guaranteed, just a small sliver of extra hope was given to you like the pennies in the universe's pocket.

By some miracle you found your old lamb smiling critter costume, it was dingy but in fairly good condition. So you continued your hunt inside your old mascot costume, having an objective now to stop the prototype and save them. You were walking around, the stench of blood rotting your nose cavities even through the thick fluffy helmet. It was awful.

But.. something seemed to catch your eye, or well, someone. Dogday, chained to a wall with blood everywhere surrounding him and matted into that old costume that was practically merged into him by now. His intestines were hanging out a bit but by some miracle he was still alive, barely hanging on and on his last foot. You slowly spoke up, taking the helmet off. “..Dogday? Rich..?” You slowly said, approaching cautiously. Unaware if he was just as dangerous as the others by now.

You and Rich were a power couple in the work space, balancing both personal lives and work well. You two had always loved each other but you had called in sick, and he didn't. You still remember how you were throwing up and your skin was breaking out into hives, but not running a fever. Maybe it was your body and your anxiety warning you that something bad was going to happen, but Rich still left. The Dogday mascot looked up at you slowly and recognized you almost immediately. “..Angel? It's been so long I.. what are you doing here..?”

He could only ask with a hoarse voice from his previous weeping and screaming of pain, but filled with relief to see a familiar face. One that he adored so much before this all happened. You stated at him in shock, before you quickly ran over to him and rested one hand over his side above the wound and the other on his face, tears threatening to escape you.

Which they did. You sniffled and had to swallow down your own sobs, looking at him with those wide sheepish eyes. “What happened to you?” You whimpered out, struggling to find the strength to do anything but look at him and cry. You were scared to try and pull his helmet off, not believing it was a helmet anymore at this point. He would've given you a smile if one wasn't already permanently on his face.

He sighed softly and as if forgetting his chains were there, tried to move his hands to hold your face but was met with the harsh reality. He pressed his forehead against yours instead, sighing.

“You have to leave, Angel.” He said softly, glad to know that at least he would die knowing you're okay. It's all he wanted before he knew that the cruel monsters of this place would eat him inside and out. But you shook your head and released a tiny sob, putting your helmet back on and looking at his confinements. You used your grabby hands to break them with haste, and quickly pulled him up into your chest and held him like you would a toddler.

“H-hold on, I got you!” you said with urgency, seeing the mini smiling critters and beginning to pick up the pace. No time to lose when your life's on the line, including your partners. You still loved him dearly, and it was clear he still did too. You had never seen another in the ten years you'd been apart and well, neither had he. Once you two made it to safety, you set him down carefully and analyzed the gaping wound and lack of legs. You sighed and hugged him tightly, before whispering. “What are we gonna do about your little.. situation?”

You asked softly, unaware of what to do. In which his response was a tired sigh with his head propped on your shoulder. “I don't know, Angel..” His legs were likely rotted at this point but maybe.. just maybe they weren't.

And you were willing to find out. He couldn't herd his sheep without legs, could he?

Thanks for requesting!

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 9

Hello! Thank you so much for the out pouring of support last time. I love that everyone loved the tattoo idea. If you want to see a basic idea of what it would look like, check the reblogs of part 8 (though if I had the energy I would throw into an editing program I’d skinny up the sword a bit and make the wings wider).

We meet the candidates for the apprenticeship and we learn the history of Jeff’s tattoo (warning for racism and bad cops) and Eddie’s reason for the wings.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

*

Steve walked back to the front the little paper in his shaking hands.

“I’ve already had a couple people this morning asking about the apprentice gig,” Robin told him. “When should I have them come in?”

Steve rubbed him bottom lip thoughtfully. “I don’t have to go to Dustin’s until 5pm on Sunday, so have them all come at 10am then.”

Robin nodded. “He choose a design then?” she asked, nodded to the paper in his hand.

Steve nodded back his lips pressed together as he handed it to her to scan.

She looked down at it in shock. “He picked this one?”

Steve nodded again, unsure if he could trust himself to speak.

“This is going to take a long time and a lot of money,” Robin whispered. “He’s aware of that, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve croaked. “He knows. He was very insistent and is able to pay for it. All of it.”

Robin nodded. “Then let’s get this bad boy printed for him then.”

She printed it into three pieces. One for each wing and one for the sword.

When he came back into the room, Eddie was laying on his chest with his shirt off. Steve licked his lips as his eyes trailed down the plains of Eddie’s back to where it dipped into the man’s jeans.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought it was going to be.

“Okay,” Steve said after taking a moment to compose himself. “What we are going to do is trace the outlines and then we’ll spend two to three hours each week, working on it. It will probably take about ten to twelve weeks, doing it once a week. So if you want to move it up two days a week, I would recommend that.”

Eddie twisted to face him. “Yeah, I figured it was going to take some time. When I set up my appointments with Robin, I’ll make sure to do twice a week.”

“Sounds good,” Steve said, pulling on the latex gloves and sitting down. He scooted as close to Eddie as he could and picked his gun.

“You know,” he murmured over the sound of the gun. “I don’t think you ever said why you wanted the tattoo so badly you waited to find the right person to do it for you. And thanks for trusting me with it by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie said. “The work you did on Jeff’s tattoo was phenomenal. It was a very personal tattoo for him and you made it special. Did he tell you how got the scar he wanted you to cover up?”

Steve hummed, placing the first stencil down. “Yeah, something about how when Miranda and him first starting dating, someone called the cops on him, thinking he was kidnapping her. And how despite both of them saying they were on a date and Jeff having his hands up, the cop still fired, hitting his right arm.”

Eddie nodded. “It was messed up. He thought for sure Miranda was going to book it, but they stayed together and it’s been five years now.”

“So he got it for the fifth anniversary?” Steve asked, concentrating on the outline.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “It was Miranda’s suggestion, actually.”

“They seem like great people.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “The best. I think he’s still working up the courage to ask her to marry him.”

Steve laughed. “He better hurry up otherwise Robin might try and steal her from him.”

Eddie laughed too. “Well considering they both swing for both teams, she might actually have a chance.”

“Oh god,” Steve said as he finished the first wing. “Don’t tell Robin that. She might actually try. And I don’t want to mess up a good thing, you know?”

“Fair.”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip a moment. “But, yeah, the tattoo. It’s to commemorate a poor boy from the trailer park making it in the big city to play music for a living. Actually fucking making it.”

Steve smiled. “And the bat wings were for the aesthetic?”

“Hell yeah they are,” Eddie replied with a grin. “But, holy shit, Stevie. The sword of fucking Kas...it’s like you read my mind or some shit.”

Steve lifted the gun as he laughed. “Nah, I just listened when you and Dustin talked about it.”

Eddie adjusted himself in the chair and loosened the muscles in his shoulders a bit. He settled and nodded. “You did really good, sweetheart. I love it.”

They just fell into conversation as easy as breathing and far too soon Steve was done with the outline.

Steve pulled off his gloves, having set aside the gun already. “Go on, it’s not much to look at right now, but the bare bones are pretty fucking all right.’’

Eddie immediately bounced to his feet to go look in the mirror. He turned every direction and after a moment of watching him Steve stood up with a large hand mirror and tilted it until Eddie could see his back.

Eddie let out a gasp. “Holy fucking shit. This is going to be so epic. I can’t wait!”

Steve smiled fondly. “I’m glad it’s starting out okay, at least.”

Eddie grinned at him through the mirror. “It’s absolutely wicked.”

“Do you have someone who can rub the lotion on your back?” Steve asked, biting his bottom lip.

Eddie nodded. “The guys have offered to take turns helping me with it until it’s done.”

Steve hummed. He was a little disappointed. He was going to offer to do it for him. But it was a bit of a relief, knowing Eddie had such good friends that were willing to take care of him.

“That’s sweet of them,” he murmured, taking the time to gently wrap the tattoo the best he could in Saran wrap to protect it on the way home.

Eddie scoffed. “They only offered because they’re excitable children who want a sneak peak at the tattoo before anyone else.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, okay. That sounds like what I’d seen of them.”

Eddie turned around once Steve was done and grinned at him. “Am I going to see you at Nightmare Holes again this weekend?”

Steve winced. “I want to but I can’t this weekend. I’m meeting a couple people on Sunday morning morning and I cannot be hungover for that.’

Eddie huffed out a small chuckle. “Maybe.”

Steve shoved at him playfully. “I’ll make it up to you. Why don’t you come over again next Monday and I’ll make dinner for us again.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “That sounds great, wha’cha making?”

“What do you like?” Steve asked as he cleaned up. “Italian, Chinese, Mexican? Something else? I’m sure I could find a good recipe in time.”

Eddie tapped his lip with his index finger thoughtfully. “Can you do sesame chicken?”

Steve grinned. “Oh, I knew there was a reason I liked you. I love sesame chicken and have a kick ass recipe, I think you’ll love.”

Eddie grinned back. “Can’t wait pretty boy.”

Steve flicked his cleaning rag at Eddie’s ass. “Now go on, some of us poor schlubs have to work hard for our living, rock star.”

Eddie laughed in delight as he skipped away from Steve’s deadly aim with his rag. He got to the door and saluted, before turning on his heel and walking back to the front desk, shirt in hand.

*

Steve picked up a dozen donuts and coffees for him and Robin. Robin had already gone in to open the shop for the interviewees so he felt he owed it to her to at least get her coffee and donuts.

When he got to the shop he was a little surprised how many cars were out front. They couldn’t all be there for the apprenticeship, could they? He walked into see the entire waiting room filled with applicants.

He turned to Robin and she looked as shocked as he was. He set the donuts in front Robin’s desk and handed her the coffee.

“Hello,” he said turning around to greet the...he quickly counted, the six hopefuls. “I’m Steve Harrington and welcome to Royal Pain. You’re all welcome to have a donut and we have water and paper cups over to the side.” He gestured to where it was and most head turned to see where he meant.

“Is this really a tattoo parlor, man?” one of the applicants asked. He was what Steve would have stereotyped a California surfer boy. Bleach blond hair that fell to his shoulders, tanned skin, dark blue eyes that were currently glaring at Steve.

Steve let his shoulders roll back as he regarded the man in question. “What? The bright, colorful design precludes it from being a place people come to get tattoos, how?”

The guy leveled another glare at Steve and then leapt to his feet. “Whatever, this blows. I’m out of here.” He stormed out, pushing the door so hard it clanged against the wall harshly.

Steve looked at the remaining five. “Anyone else have a problem with the aesthetics?”

There were people that exchanged glances, but they ended up all shaking their heads no.

“Good.”

A pretty blonde girl with bright green eyes and a sparkling smile raised her hand.

“Yes?” Steve asked pointing at her.

“Not to be lumped in with the asshole that just left,” she began shyly, “but I really don’t see any tattoos on you and, well...”

Steve grinned. “And it makes it a little hard to trust me as a tattoo artist, right?”

She nodded, her high pony tail bouncing as she did.

Robin rolled her eyes, but wisely said nothing. Steve showed her his right forearm. “I didn’t do this one, this is the first tattoo I got though.” It was of a small vanilla ice cream cone. “I got this after my first real job at an ice cream shop that burned down.”

A lot of eyebrows shot up at that, but no one uttered a word.

He pulled at his collar showing a female robin on his shoulder right below the clavicle. “Got this one when my best friend turned twenty-one. She has a matching tattoo in the same place.”

He pulled up his shirt to show a lion devouring a bloody heart on his right side. “My friends called my lion-hearted, my detractors called me a bleeding heart, so I got this.”

Steve put his shirt down. “Yeah, I don’t look like your stereotypical tattoo artist that has their whole body covered in tats. But I’m one of those weirdos that only gets a tattoo if it means something to me. But make no mistake I’m good. I have had this shop for three years and only been a tattooist for five. And I’m taking on apprentices because this shop is so busy I need the help to lighten the load.”

The girl blushed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, heaving a heavy sigh. “People who look like me don’t usually become tattoo artists and I think that’s stupid. It shouldn’t just be a certain kind of person that has dyed black hair, piercings, and their body of work all over their body.”

She nodded. “I get what you mean.”

Steve smiled at her. “I figured you would.” He knew that if she was any good, he was going to pick her, hands down.

“Right,” he said turning his attention back to everyone. “I wasn’t expecting so many of you and I realize that isn’t fair to you. If you have somewhere else to be today, make an appointment with Robin,” he cocked his head her direction, “and I’ll meet with you personally at another time. But otherwise, I’ll have Robin call you in the order you arrived and we’ll talk in my room.”

He clapped his hands. “First, let’s give you a tour of the place and if you decide it’s not for you. No hard feelings. Except that guy.” He winked at them and they laughed.

He showed them his room and the other rooms that would be for the apprentices to practice in or once they got their own chair if they stayed, it would become their room.

One of the other guys decided that it wasn’t for him and Steve was left with four remaining hopefuls.

And what a strange bunch they were, too. He had the prep girl, but he also had a native boy that while he didn’t look the part of the surfer dude, embodied it with his very soul. If the guy got brought on, Steve would have to pull him aside and make sure he didn’t do marijuana at work, because the guy looked a little baked at the moment. He also had a Goth chick complete with the tattoos and piercings, and dyed black hair. She stuck out like a sore thumb, if Steve was honest. And the final hopeful was  this squirrely looking guy with dark wavy brown hair.

All of them had more tattoos than Steve did.

He sighed to himself. He wasn’t sure this was going to work out. He knew he shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, better than most, but still as he looked at the remaining applicants he felt a little disappointed.

He sighed and went back to the office to wait for Robin to call the first one in. It was going to be a long day.

***

Part 10  Part 11 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 20  Part 21   Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25 Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Epilogue

Look, I love Robin with all my heart, but we all know the reason she didn’t ask Vickie out wasn’t that she had a boyfriend, but that her partner was a boy. She would 100% back off if told to, but she would so go for it if she thought had a chance. (Looking at you Ronance shippers, if you think that Robin was flirting with Nancy in the Upside Down, Nancy was still with Jonathan at the time.)

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 20/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Twenty: Bash/Ball

"Let me get one more picture," Jim smiled. Jason's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "It's your first dance. I just want to make sure I get enough pictures. Now, Barbara, come take a picture with your brother—."

"Pop," Jason complained. Jim's eyes widened as he motioned for them to stand close to each other.

Jason held his cape up to his face as he stood next to Barbara. He looked over at her and whispered, "I'm Batman," in a gruff voice. Barbara let out a laugh, and Jim snapped a picture of the two of them laughing.

"This is the last picture, I promise," Jim whispered as he put the camera on a timer and set it on the kitchen counter. "I tested it earlier. Stand right here," Jim replied as he took one photo with Barbara and Jason. After that, Jason said goodnight to Barbara and followed Jim down to the car.

Jim waited a while before pulling off, and he handed Jason his wallet. "Get a twenty out of my wall—."

"You've got a picture of me in here," Jason whispered.

"Well, I think it'd be awful hard to brag about you without a visual," Jim joked, "But really, you're my son. Why wouldn't I have your picture in my wallet? Before this year is over, I'll probably have to build a mantle or something for all the new pictures."

Jason smiled as Jim drove. "I love you, Pop," Jason whispered. Jim took a deep breath so that he wouldn't get all choked up, and he smiled.

"I love you too, Son," Jim whispered, "And I want you to have fun tonight. If you don't call me to pick you up early, I'll be back for you at midnight."

"Do these things really run until midnight?" Jason asked. Jim nodded. "Wow. And you're okay with me staying the whole time if I wanna?"

"Yeah, why not. You stay at school 'til ten p.m. most nights, what's two hours difference?" Jim smiled. Jason put on his mask in the mirror. "I know you didn't go last year, but I was wondering if you were gonna go trick-or-treating with your friends this year?"

"I can still do that?" Jason asked. Jim nodded. "Well, I'll probably just go with Barbara or Reese and A.J. if they wanna go."

"You're not gonna ask the girls?" Jim asked.

"No, they go out of town for Halloween," Jason replied.

"A.J. and Reese are those football boys, right?" Jim asked. Jason nodded and chuckled.

Jim dropped Jason off at the dance and waved goodbye, and Jason entered the ballroom. He walked around the ballroom looking for his friends, and he was approached by a girl who told him he couldn't reveal his identity as part of the ball's theme. Jason nodded and adjusted his posture. Jason figured that if he was going to hide his identity, he might as well play a character. Jason got something to drink and stood with his back against the wall, holding his cup away from him and watching the other kids dance with his nose in the air. Jason committed to playing his own opposite for the night. He walked around the ballroom with his nose in the air. It wasn't until a boy much taller than him brushed his hand and he froze. Jason grabbed his hand, and they both stood there frozen in a crowd of people. The taller boy leaned down to whisper in Jason's ear. "May I have this dance?" he asked. Jason nodded.

"Perhaps," Jason replied as the boy led Jason in one slow dance before disappearing into the crowd. It wasn't until Jason snapped out of the shock of what just happened that he realized who he'd danced with. Jason didn't chase him. Instead, he walked out to the balcony and started pacing back and forth in a panic. A teacher dressed as a plague doctor came out and nudged him back inside, but Jason didn't recognize the voice. He obeyed despite his instincts to ask who the man was. He went back inside and decided to search for his friend.

Not too long after, he heard a loud pop and a hissing noise, and the last thing he remembered was the burning sensation in his eyes. He woke up in the emergency room feeling sick to his stomach. His hands shook violently as the lights burned his eyes. He couldn't see clearly. His throat was sore from whatever chemical he must've inhaled, barely managing to mutter a hoarse warning that he was going to be sick. He vomited into a sick bag and lay back. A hand touched his forehead and made sure the oxygen tubes were in his nose. "I've got you, son," Jim whispered, "Do you remember anything?"

Jason shook his head. His vision was still blurred from the chemicals, and he couldn't see who else was in the room with him. "Jason, literally anything. Try to think," Jim urged him.

"Plague doctor took me back inside," Jason mumbled. His head ached, and he felt pins and needles all over his body as if he couldn't come down from panic. He reached to touch his eyes, and Jim grabbed them. "I wanna go home."

"Jason, we don't know what you were hit with. Every emergency room in Gotham is packed with kids from your school, and it sounds like you're all going to be held overnight for observation," Barbara explained.

Jason closed his eyes and tried to calm down. Jim sighed. "We're not leaving your side, I promise," Jim reassured. Jason took a shaky breath. Barbara reached over and squeezed his hand. "We're thinking it's some sort of fear toxin, but it's not like anything we've ever seen..."

"Who called 9-1-1?" Jason asked.

"You called me," Jim whispered, "You don't remember calling me at all?" Jason shook his head and opened his eyes once more. The room was a little clearer to him, and he could see their faces.

Barbara tried to mask her anger, but Jason could see it written all over her face. She was furious. He couldn't tell if she was mad at him or at the situation, but he felt like he'd failed her. Jim seemed more concerned than anything. "I don't remember anything... I'm sorry," Jason whispered. Barbara stormed out of the room without so much as a word. Jason looked over at Jim.

"She's not mad at you. She just wants to know how this happened," Jim comforted Jason. Jim sat down by Jason's bedside. "It'll probably be out of your system by morning. I know you're probably still feeling a little anxious." Jason nodded and took another deep breath. "You didn't say much on the phone. You just told me there was gas at the school and that everyone was trapped."

[succubus-interactivefiction]

Merry Xmas all, here's a small present, one of the possible endings for Help! I Got Isekaied as a Lamia!!.

Please keep in mind that this is just the template for this one ending and it will change based on the MCs actions during the story, but I like having the base set so I can come in and alter it as needed. There will be a different ending based on each background the MC has and each of these will change based on many of the actions taken in the story. So this is just the had a good childhood background. The other two will be the on her own and the homeless endings.

OH! Potential Spoilers!!

Has it been two whole years since $name died? Glancing at the calendar on the wall next to her, Tyra sighs sadly; it has—two years since her heart was ripped from her. Of course, she wasn't the only one still suffering from the loss of her daughter; her beloved wife, Jennie, had to deal with the pain as well, and for her, it may have been worse. Finding $name crying, alone, abandoned in an alley on the same day she had learned she would never be able to bear children had a profound effect on Jennie; she believed that some higher power sent the child to them.

So, while Tyra took their daughter's death and the subsequent disappearance of her corpse hard for Jennie, it had been utterly devastating. For the first year, she had been practically catatonic, barely getting out of bed unless Tyra forced her to, and anytime she had tried to help Jennie feel better, it had backfired, resulting in some genuinely terrible fights. It had all spiraled until Tyra could no longer take it and came close to moving out and divorcing the love of her life, but seeing Tyra preparing to leave had snapped Jennie out of her state enough that she realized her wife had also been suffering. In the end, it leads them to counseling in an effort to repair the damage to their marriage and themselves.

Two years.

Two awful years.

She would give anything to have her daughter returned to her, anything at all. Even if the world had to burn, Tyra would not care as long as she and Jennie could hold their daughter again.

These thoughts consumed her when she felt a pair of arms slip around her waist and pull her away from the pile of dishes she had been trying to clean.

"Love, you have been scrubbing the same plate for nearly ten minutes." Shocked, Tyra looked down at the plate in her hand.

"Oh"

"Where is your mind at sweetheart?" She knew, of course, she knew. Tyra twisted in her wife's arms to turn and hug her back.

"With $name," Jennie's face dropped as Tyra spoke, and she pushed her face against Tyra's chest to hide the tears. Her wife squeezed the shorter Jennie tightly. "I know, love; I'm sorry, but I can't help it."

Still sniffling, Jennie pulls back and stares into her wife's chocolate-brown eyes. "No, you don't have to apologize. It still hurts for both of us. I just, I'm so sorry for how I treated you last year. It was selfish, and I…" Her sentence cuts off as Tyra leans in and kisses her gently.

"It's in the past, love." Moving her lips from Jennie's, Tyra moved to her forehead and gently kissed her wife. " We are getting better, and that's what matters now."

With no more words between them, the two simply held each other tightly for a moment, but even as they began to part, the entire house lurched. The ground beneath them seemed to heave, and bright flashes, followed by screaming, began to filter in from outside.

"Was that an earthquake?" Tyra shook. Earthquakes terrified her; it was one of the reasons she had moved away from home all those years ago.

"Impossible, we don't get those here." Even as Jennie spoke, there was another upheaval, this one so bad they could hear their house practically falling apart around them. But that wasn't the strangest thing to happen; it was the odd voice that suddenly seemed to come from thin air all around them.

//Alert! Alert! Emergency translocation is incomplete, and damage to targeting sensors is preventing the accurate placement of Ariel citizens. Initiating emergency deployment. Prepare for possible damage to surrounding infrastructure.//

"What the fuck was that?!"

Tyra shook her head at her wife's question as the two lay curled on the floor in each other's arms, "I have no idea."

Another shockwave hit, and it felt like the entire world suddenly turned upside down for a brief moment before a flash of light emanated from the living room, and the sound of something large hitting the ground crashed into their home. "//That light//," Tyra thought, "//It's just like the day $name appeared.//" As if to confirm what was on her mind, a familiar voice echoed from the living room, and the two women froze as they stared at each other in shock.

"Owowow. Fuck that hurt!! System, did you have to drop me so hard??"

Tyra and Jennie stared at each other for a moment as if each were trying to confirm what they had just heard.

"Hey, System? System?? Come on, babe, answer me!"

The two women leaped to their feet, dashed through the mess their kitchen and dining room had become, and ran into the front room, only to stop and stare in terror. "Is that a snake?" Jennie leaped behind her wife as she stared in fear at the vast tangle of $scale colored coils.

"Jesus, I think so, it's huge…but I thought I heard.."

"Me too, I was certain…" Jennie froze as a voice came from the tangle of reptilian scales now dominating their living room.

"Mom?"

Both women stared in awe as a human hand poked out from the scales, followed by a second, and a familiar form pulled herself out of the tangle. Tyra and Jennie stared at their daughter in shock as they took in their child's odd features. Scales on her cheeks, shoulders, arms, and even her ears were different, but there was no doubt in either of their minds that this was their daughter.

"$name?"

"MOMMY!"

Jennie had no time to react as her child lunged forward, her arms wrapping around both women's necks and taking them to the ground. Even as Tyra lay frozen in shock, Jennie began to cry. $name hadn't called her mommy since she was nine and declared that only babies called their mothers mommy.

"Is, is it really you?" Tyra reached up and ran her hand through the familiar $hairc hair she had spent so much time brushing.

"Ma." Even as $name began to nuzzle into her neck, Tyra could no longer hold it in and burst into tears along with her wife and daughter. Two years of pain and anguish seemed to unravel as the tiny family was reunited. But yet more surprises were about to come as Jennie noticed the mass of scales shift from the corner of her eye.

"IT'S MOVING! Get back $name!" She tried to pull her little girl away from the giant snake, but her fingers found her child's skin abruptly shift to scales beneath her touch.

"What?"

"It's fine, Mom, just gimme." The entire mass shifted again and seemed to begin untangling itself. "A moment too," pushing herself up, her mother stared in shock as $name came to stand, and they realized that what they thought had been a snake was, in fact, their daughter. "So, I got a new look while I was away…surprise." Even the playful smile and jazz hands did nothing to lessen the shock $name's parents now felt.

"But, just, what? How?"

"I think what your mom is trying to say is," Tyra gestured to the huge mass of scales still shifting and slowly wrapping around her daughter's lower half to clear space in the now destroyed living room. "What is all this, how are you alive, and why are you here now?"

"Uh, yeah, okay, so sit down," Looking over her shoulder, $name blanched for a moment as she stared at the crushed couch. "Or don't, okay, where to start…um, well, I was never human."

The next hour was a whirlwind for Tyra and Jennie as their beloved daughter began to explain what had happened to her over the past two years, why she was now what she called a lamia, and how she came back to them. They both sat with $name, each one now wrapped comfortably in their daughter's coils as she finished her story.

"Wait, so let me get this straight: you're a Princess?"

"Yup"

"From another world?"

"Mhmm"

"Okay"

"Okay?" $name stared down at Tyra with a confused look. For her part, Tyra simply shrugged.

"Yes, okay. You're our daughter. It doesn't matter where you were born or how you came to us; that will never change, scales or not."

"I knew it!" Tyra and $name both turn to Jennie, a massive smile on her face. "I knew isekai was real!"

"//Of course, that's where my anime fanatic wife's mind goes.//" Tyra smiles at the thought.

Even as $name began to say something in response, a scream echoed from outside, followed by shouting. It sounded like a mob, and before either woman had a chance to react, they found themselves on the floor as their lamia daughter smashed her way through the small front door and into the yard, the single scream from before now turning into a wave of terrified yelling.

Without hesitation, the two follow as fast as they can to find their daughter bent over a small child, whispering gently as she shields the girl from a mob. It takes Tyra a moment to register that the girl in her daughter's arms has furry ears and furry, crooked legs.

"It's okay, Leilei. I got you. We'll find your mama as soon as we can." $name gestures towards them as she continues speaking. "These are my mom's. They'll look after you while I deal with this mob, okay?"

Jennie, running on autopilot, accepts as her daughter shifts the tiny Satyr girl into her arms, instinctively holding the trembling girl who now stares up at her with tears in her eyes. Jennie's only response to this is to smile at her gently, even as Tyra shifts to stand between the two and the mob. Neither one questions how their daughter knows this strange girl, only that she has entrusted the child's safety to them, and that's all they need.

"Now!" $name shifts, snapping her gaze toward the large group of people, some of whom have weapons in hand, but she does not seem afraid. She looks furious as her entire bulk ripples with power. "How dare you threaten a child, for that I am going to make you pay."

Even as $name lunges towards the group, many of whom turn to flee, Tyra smiles, pride filling her heart. This is HER daughter.

[baronessblixen]

Playing to Win

Prompts are: Eight Nights of Mulder, day 6 - dreidel + X-Mas Files Challenge - trapped in a car during a snowstorm

Summary: Mulder and Scully have to sit out a snowstorm in their car. (UST; wc: 843)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

Leaving the car in the middle of a snowstorm was one of the worst ideas he’s ever had. And he regrets every second he’s out here in the snow that’s pelting against his face. He holds his phone to his ear, his hand cold and wet. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hopes of shielding his eyes – and hearing what the guy from AAA is saying on the other end of the line.

Two cold minutes later, he gets back into the car, shaking his head like a wet dog. Much to the chagrin of Scully, who’s half disappeared into her winter coat. Only her eyes are peeking out and they’re as skeptical as ever.

“AAA said to stay put if we can. They should be here in a couple of hours. We’re not the only car stuck in this snowstorm.”

“Shocking,” Scully mumbles into the collar of her coat.

For once, this isn’t his fault. The snowstorm hit them unexpectedly, with temperatures dropping rapidly. Now here they are, in some ditch in the middle of nowhere. Mulder rubs his hands together and turns up the heat. Scully glances at him.

“We have enough gas,” he assures her. “The tank is basically full.”

“We don’t know when AAA gets here.”

“The gas will last, trust me.” Scully merely sighs. “What should we do?” It’s been less than ten minutes since they’ve had to stop, but he feels restless already.

“There’s not much to do, is there?” Scully opens her coat, the sound of the zipper loud in the small car. “All we can do is sit here and wait.”

“We could play a game,” Mulder suggests. “Or we could- remember what I said about crawling naked into a sleeping bag with someone who is already naked?” He waggles his eyebrows at her. One day it will just have to work.

“Still no sleeping bag, Mulder,” she says and grins at him. So not today then. This time he is the one who sighs.

“Truth or dare?”

“What’s the dare going to be? Go out and eat snow?”

“So not that either.” Mulder taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Is there anything in the glove compartment?”

“Like what?” Scully asks, opening it. She hands him his bag of sunflower seeds she stored there earlier when they stopped at the gas station. A blush appears on her face when she takes out a small bag of chocolate chips she must have bought while he was using the restroom.

“There’s something here.” Her arm almost disappears in the compartment and when she pulls it back, she’s holding something small and colorful in her hand. Mulder recognizes it immediately.

“A dreidel,” he says, in awe.

“Do you know how to play?” Scully asks him, turning it around in her hand.

“My grandmother taught us when we were kids. I’m not sure how much I remember. That,” he points at one of the symbols, “is gimel. It means you get everything. I remember because It was Samantha’s favorite. She always wanted to win the whole pot.” He smiles, remembering.

“Did she?” Scully asks in a gentle voice.

“Sometimes. She tried to cheat a lot.” They both laugh softly.

“So did Charlie. No matter what game he played, he always wanted to win. It drove Bill mad.”

“I can imagine.” Scully hands him the dreidel and he inspects every symbol, tracing them with his fingertips. After his grandmother died when he was around eight, his parents threw away almost all reminders. He never knew why. He never asked either. Their Christmas trees got bigger and brighter with each passing year and then Samantha was taken, and more family history was swept under the rug.

“I’d like to keep this,” Mulder says quietly.

“Maybe you can teach me how to play once we’ve made it out of here and we’re back home.” He didn’t think it was possible, but his adoration for Scully only grows, and he gives her a soft smile, the knot in his throat preventing him from speaking. “I’d say we play a round now but…” She’s right. There’s no way to spin the dreidel here in the car.

“I’d like that,” he says, clearing his throat. “We really don’t have the best track record when it comes to snow, do we?” They have never talked about Antarctica, neither of them quite knowing how to bring it up, or what to say. They just left everything that happened – or didn’t – out there buried under the snow.

“We don’t. But at least this time we’re warm and not running for our lives.”

“Next time I’ll pack a sleeping bag, just in case.” Scully chuckles softly.

“If you play your game right,” she says, moving the dreidel in his palm. “You might just end up getting everything.”

“Do you mean-”

A knock at his window startles Mulder and kills the moment before it becomes too real.

“AAA,” someone yells. “We’re here to get you out of this ditch.”

“You’re right,” Scully says. “Never much luck with snow.”

[fanfictiongirlie]

HP: Forbidden - Chapter Eighteen

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Parings: George Weasley x Female OC (Slytherin)

Description:

Rosalie Riddle lives in the shadow of her father, going to Hogwarts made her feel safe and happy and when she meets George Weasley she feels a whole new emotion. Follow her story from the beginning of her Hogwarts Journey.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Can fluff be a warning? Little bit of angst. Fred still dies, sorry.

P.s. So this is a rewrite from a fanfiction I originally wrote when I was roughly 16. It was awful, truly awful, but I adored the story so I decided to rewrite it ten years later. Enjoy.

My sixth year at Hogwarts was horrible. It felt lonely without George, I was surrounded by two groups of friends, both groups hated each other which I used to be bothered by, but I didn't care anymore. 

I was too scared to do anything, I kept my head in the books, and focused on the studies. George had written to me so many times asking me to meet him in Hogsmeade over the weekends to see him. But I declined each time. Distancing myself was necessary. I missed him like crazy, but this would hopefully keep him safe. 

"Rose, post for you" I snapped out of my daydream to see Daphne smiling and waving a letter in front of my face. I took it from her and opened it. Dreading it to be another note from George, but this time it was a note from Fred, and it made me feel worse than before. 

'Rosalie, 

George is not himself this year, and I'm sorry to send you this message but I need my brother back, but he can't do that without you, he loves you, and I'm sure you love him, please can you just agree to see him, please.

Fred'

"Whose it from?" Draco asked me. 

"George" I lied, to my friends knowledge I still spoke to him regularly, lying was the easiest way to not have thousands of questions on all the letters I was getting. Actually I was surprised Draco even asked me something, he had been occupied this year, barely speaking to us, keeping to himself. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong. 

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"You, come here girl!" A witch cackled at me, I didn't know who she was or how she got into the school, there was a group of men with her, including Draco. I tried to step away but the woman grabbed my arm and pulled me along with them. 

"Draco, I'm scared" I whispered, the group of wizards weren't paying attention to us, they were destroying Hogwarts as they ran through the halls. Draco didn't say anything to me but he did take my hand in his and held onto me tight. He was just as scared as I was. 

We were taken to the Astronomy tower, Dumbledore was waiting at the top. 

"Do it Draco!" The woman screeched at Draco. Draco did the worse thing I could imagine, he took his wand out and aimed it towards Dumbledore.

"Draco, what are you doing!" I snapped at him. He didn't listen to me, the witch dragged me behind the group, I wanted to fight back but who knows what they'd do to me. Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder, I looked behind and it was Snape, he motioned to the stairs, and I nodded and took one last look at Draco and slowly rushed to the stairs. 

I started rushing down them when two arms went around me and pulled me to the side. I went to scream but looked up and saw Harry. 

"Harry!" I whispered "Whats happening?" I felt the tears leaving my eyes. 

"I don't know, everything's a mess" He answers. We both stay quietly on the stairs, watching through a gap, watching Draco threaten Dumbledore. I was so scared he actually cast the spell and kill Dumbledore. Draco was crying, all I wanted to do was go up there and save him from the situation. 

"We need to do something!" I whisper at Harry. 

"Dumbledore told me not to interfere" He whispers back, I didn't like it. It was wrong. 

All of a sudden a spell was cast, and Dumbledore was plummeting from the tower, but Draco didn't cast the spell, Snape did. I was shocked, as was Harry. 

"We need to go!" He says. 

"What about Draco?" I whimper. 

"No Rosalie, he's one of them now!" Harry snaps and grabs my hand pulling me down the stairs. I followed behind him trying to keep up but the tears in my eyes were making it hard to see. 

"Rosalie go to the Gryffindor common room, find Ron and Hermione they'll keep you safe!" I nodded, not sure why I was taking orders from Harry Potter but I felt too scared to complain. He told me the password and ran off in the direction of Hagrid's hut. I ran as fast as I could and got to the Gryffindor common room, I said the password and the Fat Lady didn't look happy to let me in but she did. Hermione and Ron were sitting with the rest of their gang, they looked shocked to see me. I was red in the face with tears streaming down my face. 

"Rosalie what's wrong?" Hermione asked rushing to my side, Ginny soon behind her. I tried explaining best as I could, once I was done the group rushed out of the common room, I followed too scared to be left alone right now. We ran to the courtyard, most of the school was already there, I saw Professor McGonagall with the other teachers, explaining what had happened, Dumbledore was dead. 

We all raise our wands, mostly everyone crying. I may not have liked Dumbledore a whole lot, but I never wanted him dead. This was my father's doing, nothing good came from that wretched man. I was nothing like him, he was wrong by saying there was a part of him inside me. I knew it, I am nothing like him, I am good, not evil. And if I had to spend the rest of my life trying to kill him, then so be it. 

My father would be killed, whether it killed me or not, my life and all the lives of those I cared about couldn't be happy and free until he was dead. 

[the-last-person-0n-earth]

Chapter 2 | The Archives / Backstories

I'm trying to flesh out the backstories a little more, I know where I want the story to end up but i'm still figuring out how to get there. Updates will probably be irregular. Thank you for reading!!

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"I have the research you asked me for." Ruby said as he approached me in the lunch line.

I glanced up at him and grabbed a tray, "You didn't spend last night working did you?"

"I did some work this morning." He shrugged, "Can you pass me that apple?"

I tossed an apple to him and placed a pork sandwich on my own tray. "So what do you have?"

We walked to our lunch table in silence, sitting our trays down opposite from each other. Scarlet, ever punctual, was already there.

We were all kids, all around ten years old when we met. They sat together, chairs pushed next to each other, while I sat on the other side of the room. It was a bleak waiting room, grey and cramped, with brochures placed in clear shelves so we could see the smiling faces looking down at us. They looked the same. The same dark brown curly hair and the same dark brown eyes. They stared at me and I stared back at them, without thinking more than a single thought, I pushed off my chair and hopped onto the floor. My sketchers flickering with every step I made as I ambled over to the duo.

"Hi" My voice squeaked

"Hi" Two voices responded in unison

"I like your shirt" I said and pointed at the girls pink cheetah print t-shirt. She looked down for a second before looking up at me.

"I like your glasses." She responded, I felt myself reaching up to grasp at my clear teal glasses. I smiled at them and they smiled at me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked them.

"Dad works here." The boy responded.

"Oh" I murmur, "The school makes me go here."

"Is there something wrong with you?" The girl asked, unfiltered and uncaring of how it sounded. The boy elbowed her in the side and she gasped before pushing him. He fell off the chair. The girl and I both leaned to the side, staring at him as he laid on the floor in shock. He sat up swiftly, opened his mouth like he was going to say something, eyes pointed at the girl.

"There is." I broke in, and the room seemed to quiet.

The two were silent

"My name's Scarlet." The girl said, "That's Ruben."

"It's RUBY." The boy huffed, climbing back onto the chair.

I smiled.

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"Hey Scarlet," I hummed and sat in front of her, now, both Scarlet and Ruby had dyed pink hair, like Pinkie Pie. Scarlet wore a black jersey and her jean jacket, while Ruby wore a McDonald's uniform shirt that he refused the explain where he got it from. it was 'ironic'.

"Where's Casey?" Ruby sat next to Scarlet.

"Over here." He called and placed his tray down next to me.

"Hey Case." I hummed.

"So" Ruby said, opening his backpack and pulling out a purple folder. "This is what I've got on the new girl."

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I'd known Casey since before I knew the twins, he was my neighbor. We never talked, we never said anything, once in awhile we would look at each other when we both came home at the same time, or when we both left for school at the same time. We coexisted side-by-side together since we were toddlers.

"Go talk to her." His mom nudged him forward one day as we all sat outside the school waiting for our parents to pick us up. He did come up to me, but neither of us said anything for a couple minutes. I looked at him after a while, while he pretended he didn't notice. He looked tired. His hair was short, shaved mostly except for the top of his head, where there was a mass of coiled black hair. He wore a long sleeved green shirt, and under his sleeves, which I doubt people would have noticed if they weren't looking, were black gloves, not too thick but covering the expanse of his hands so no skin showed. I looked back up at his face, and noticed him looking at my hands, where I had my own black gloves, mine thicker than his.

I looked at him and he looked at me

"Are you different too?" He whispered. I nodded, and he relaxed.

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"Are you talking about Glimmer?" He chewed on a carrot thoughtfully. "Did she do something or what?" He had longer hair now, it reached his mid-back in long dreads that he spent hours taking care of.

"I met her yesterday on patrol." Heroes were a rare thing, few existed apart from me and my crew, and the ones that did exist tended to stay in the shadows, because of that there was rarely a need for masks, since we knew how to stay in the shadows, however, once in awhile, a new hero would pop up, one that craved the light for whatever reason, it was good to keep track of them.

"Right.." Ruby opened up the folder, pulling out a few news articles and a picture of her. "She started 'heroing' recently, seems to have a big supporter backing her up, funding her work-"

"Lucky." Scarlet grumbled.

"-She has powers too, but she doesn't look like she knows how to use them." Ruby continued, pushing forward two articles. "Intangibility for one," He tapped on the article of her phasing through a door.

"That's kind of basic for powers." Casey hummed.

"Yeah and fire powers aren't" Scarlet said sarcastically and kicked me under the table.

"Powerful though." I murmured, gazing at the news article. "She looks familiar."

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People with powers were uncommon, extraordinarily uncommon, though they didn't used to be. They called people like us the "inheritors", humans that for some reason, gained the powers of the old. We popped up randomly, one or two every generation. Until I was five years old, I had never met another with powers, but it seemed recently they kept showing up. This had been the largest collection of inheritors since before inheritors even existed. So far I'd met three others besides me, not counting Glimmer. Besides us I knew of a few others that existed in other communities, though I hadn't met them yet I should like to one day. Heroism is a fairly recent thing, and many heroes aren't Inheritors at all, instead regulars that trained to be heroes.

We used to be recorded. Documented in this large underground library that was only known as "The Archive". No one knew where it was until it no longer existed. About thirty years ago there was a flood. One that destroyed The Archive and all it's information. The people were horrified, afraid that Inheritors would go rampant without the surveillance that once controlled our lives. They blamed an Inheritor, saying that nothing else could have caused a flood that massive, that targeted. It wasn't an Inheritor though, it couldn't have been, none had been recorded that year. The only part of The Archive that survived was a single man who had worked there during the time of the flood, his information was limited to the year, as the Patrons of the Archive were only permitted to learn pieces of history. It was he who told the world that no Inheritors existed during that time, but many dismissed his claim.

Since the flood, many have called for a recreation of The Archive, but for whatever the reason may be, it has yet to start up again. Some don't see a need for it anymore, as for nearly twenty-five years after the flood no Inheritors had been prominent. The past couple years however, more and more Inheritors began showing up. Six confirmed in other parts of the country, and now one confirmed here. Me and my friends worked in the shadows, we were nothing but a rumor, but now due to Glimmer's appearance, I feared we wouldn't be able to stay hidden for long.

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"I can't help but think she looks insanely familiar." Scarlet mused, tilting the picture on the table towards her.

"Yeah me too." Casey nodded, examining an article. "I can't put my finger on it though.."

"DAUGHTER OF SIMON NORWAY TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE AT THE "GOLDEN GALA HALL" FOR HER SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY"

We looked up at the TV in the corner of the lunch room. Seconds ago it showcased school events coming up and recent school news, now it showed a picture of a young blonde girl with a wide smile plastered on her face, waving to the cameras.

"Well i'll be damned..." Ruby murmured, gaze flickering from the photo on the table to the girl on the screen.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Slice of Life Masterlist

are we the actors on the stage? (ao3) - merlypops Luke/Calum T, 914

Summary: The wind howled through the rafters like a monster and Luke’s trembling hand found his unconsciously, their fingers interlacing as his head came to rest gently on the ranger’s shoulder. “How can I help you feel better?” Calum asked softly, his voice saturated with desperation and regret. “How can I make you smile again, Lukey? You’re one of my best friends on the planet. I hate it when you’re hurting.”

Calum and Luke admit their love for each other.

Bygones (ao3) - merlypops Luke/Ashton, minor Michael/Calum T, 3k

Summary: 'Luke remembers Ashton whispering: “That’s okay, Lukey. It’s all gonna be okay” and dropping a kiss onto the top of Luke’s head, and Luke remembers how they just stayed like that until Calum and Michael came back over half an hour later with kiss-bruised lips that Luke and Ashton were kind enough not to comment on.'

Luke wants everything to end but Ashton shows him that not everything is as bad as it seems.

It's Not Supposed to Be Easy (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Calum T, 3k

Summary: Michael remembers when Cal had pulled away from Michael's hug, looking at him timidly before brushing their lips together softly, and it wasn't weird or gross or scary like Michael had always thought that kissing a boy would be. He remembered thinking that it was because he was kissing Calum, and how it had never, ever been weird with Calum because they loved each other. To Michael, Calum was home.

Or: Michael’s sad and broken and Calum is trying so, so hard to keep him together.

i wanna tell you so (how to hold my heart) (ao3) - babushcat (MerrytheCookie)  Michael/Ashton T, 25k

Summary: Michael is a programmer by day, a vigilante’s guy in the chair by night, and a full-time admirer of the cute barista down at the coffee shop he frequents, and sometimes he wonders if everyone around him is way too dramatic or if he's missing something.

Mamihlapinatapei (ao3) - merlypops Michael/Calum T, 2k

Summary: 'Michael remembers sitting in the cafeteria at school and gazing at Calum with such fondness and feeling a jolt of shock when Calum returned the look just as warmly, and Michael remembers wondering vaguely when they stopped being brothers and started being something else instead.'

Michael falls in love with his best friend and it feels like being torn apart.

One Day (ao3) - ben_wyattt Luke/Ashton, Michael/Ashton, Luke/Calum G, 3k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are from different worlds, but they ,meet on the night they both graduate from university. We see them one day a year, July 15th, every year. Sometimes they are together, sometimes they are apart.

Sweet Silver Blues (ao3) - EstherRomanov Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum N/R, 34k

Summary: Ashton is lost. He doesn't know what he wants in life. And it doesn't help that his friends have other things in their minds that makes him feel left out. Louis is pursued by an endearing admirer in the name of Harry Styles, a sophomore nerd everybody likes; Lauren thinks of making her last year in high school be special by any means possible; Eleanor juggles between cheerleading and writing Kurtbastian fanfics; and Michael just cares about pizza. It's exhausting, it's what it is. But maybe things for him (and his friends) would change for the better after they join the glee club.

We Got A Good Thing (ao3) - dafeedil Michael/Calum G, 4k

Summary: And just like that, Calum gets it.

God, of course. Why else would their daughter have come all the way down to their room at a quarter past ten, looking like she’s been trying to work up the courage to do so for hours?

“Holy shit.” Calum grins, practically vibrating with excitement. “Fuck, Mike, she’s going on a date.”

Or, Bella has her first date. It's a bigger deal for Michael than even Michael was anticipating for it to be.

we're classic together like Egyptian gold (ao3) - insomniacjams Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 4k

Summary: "Luke loves his job. Objectively speaking, he’s scored the jackpot for high school perks, with an endless stream of free movies and the fact that everyone turns a blind eye to the missing candy at the end of the night."

Wish Upon A Star (ao3) - ArdeaPurpurea Luke/Calum, Michael/Calum, Michael/Ashton N/R, 10k

Summary: Everyone knows that when you see a shooting star you have to make a wish and it will be granted. Calum does, every single time. He wishes for health, for happiness, for love… And call it fate or call it luck, but sometimes his wishes really do come true. However, other times… well, other times simply don’t.

Or, every time Calum makes a wish on a shooting star, every wish he makes and how his life changes.

[wosowrites]

New Fear Unlocked (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️swearing⚠️

A/n: i know germany was in the finals but for the sake of this story let’s say it was spain instead. based off this request:

Prompt: in which mapi makes a bad tackle against you in the euro final, ending your tournament and season.

"With Spain playing England in the Euro final, it’s important to talk about both teams. But the real surprise right now is the fact that Spain has actually made it this far. Why? Mapi Leon’s questionable defending."

"The real shock is usual defensive champion, María León’s rocky performance throughout this tournament."

"Spain’s number 16 is going to have to step up during this final or they’ll get crushed by the Lionesses."

"Another thing that needs to be talked about is the relationship between british superstar striker, Y/n Y/l/n who’s been having a great tournament and shockingly questionable María León, who’s given heart attacks to Spanish fans all over the world for her close calls and bad mistakes. Seeing this power couple for barcelona play each other in a final will be interesting."

"María. Get off your phone. You know better." Ona told the older woman in spanish, snatching her phone and plopping it in the defenders bag. "We play the biggest game of our lives in 45 minutes. The last thing you need is that device." Ona added. "I know. I know." Mapi said, pulling out her cleats and putting them on.

"Big game, y/n. How do you feel?" Your captain asked you. You were manspreading on the bench at your cubby, your forearms resting on your thighs, your head hung in thought. "I feel as though I want to make my country proud." You told Leah, looking up at her and smiling. "And…" She added. "And i’m terrified. Of hurting Mapi, of loosing, of making a mistake." You told her. Most of the team had headphones in, but you didn’t listen to music before games. Leah sat down beside you and looked at you. "You have already made your country proud, if we loose, we loose together, if you make a mistake, we have all got your backs. And you and María have been dating for three years, this will not be the end of your relationship. I promise you." Leah said, rubbing a hand up and down your back. "You’re right. You’re right." You said to her. She smiled at you and walked back to her cubby. You were starting today, and so was Mapi. It would be hard, and scary, and you didn’t know what tomorrow would look like.

You walked into the tunnel wearing your England kit and your england jacket. Your hair was in a tight messy bun on the top of your head, and Mapi was standing in line at the same spot you were. You gently reached out and squeezed her hand, she squeezed back and you made sure not to make eye contact with her. Today, she was the opponent, and nothing else.

You knew what the media was saying about your girlfriend, and it made your blood boil. When you talked to Mary Earps about it, she listened, but told you you couldn’t focus on that. She was right.

Soon, the referees started walking and you followed your squad out. You made your way into Wembley, the crowd bringing the most wild atmosphere you had every experienced. You lined up and the spanish national anthem started playing. You stood tall respectfully, it was your girlfriend home country and your clubs country after all. But when the english anthem played, you pushed your shoulders back, lifted your chin, put one hand on your heart and the other one behind your back. You sang, badly, but so was everyone else.

And then… kickoff.

You were a winger, which you thought really annoying for this exact game, because Sarina had put you left wing, and Mapi was right back, which means you’d be clashing throughout the game.

The first 20 minutes were dramatic. The pressure was sky high, the environment was wild, and at least ten fouls for both teams were called. But after that, it calmed down a bit.

The start of the second half was slow, everyone was freaking out, not wanting it to go to penalties. Leah was constantly having to yell at her squad to calm down and breathe. It was as though everything both teams had learned about staying calm and composed went flying out the window. And then, out of nothing, you received the most splendid ball from Keira Walsh. And then you were running, you took one touch, Mapi on one said, Ona Batlle on the other, and lifted the ball over the keeper and into the net.

Wembley went crazy. You ran as fast as you could towards then bench, arms wide, fans screaming, team yelling, atmosphere unmatched.

The kickoff happened three minutes later, and almost right away, England got the ball back and it was sent to Ella Toone. The woman received it perfectly, but then switched it to you. That’s when you felt an ankle collide with yours. You knew immediately something was wrong. Your ankle folded inwards and you yelled, loud enough for the stadium who were mostly holding their breaths to hear. You saw a cleat clear the ball away, and that’s when you saw the initials. Through your agony, even though you were rolling on the floor, crying and holding your ankle. You could see the initials ML on those cleats. The cleats that had just taken you out.

Leah, Ella and Chloe were soon at your side, calling over the medics. "What’s wrong?" Ella asked, crouching beside you. "Is she okay?" You asked a spanish voice say. "Get away from her. Right now." You heard Fran Kirby say. You ignored Mapi and Fran, too focused on the pain in your ankle. "I don’t know. But it’s wrong. Something is wrong." You cried, lying on your back and holding your ankle to your chest. You heard the stadium cheer and could only assume your girlfriend had gotten a yellow. You looked over to confirm your theory. Red.

She hadn’t done it on purpose. You knew that. You weren’t mad. Pained, sad, scared? Yes. Mad? No. You watched Mapi look at you with a look of despair before walking towards the tunnel. The medics were at your side now, touching your ankle and unlacing your cleat. As one of the men tried to take it off, you screamed loudly, putting your fist in your mouth to stay quiet. "It’s broken. For sure." The man whispered to the woman beside him. "Fuck." She muttered, looking at you.

You looked at the faces of your teammates, all of them broken to loose their goalscorer. "No." You cried. "No."

But the medics were waving over a stretcher, and you had pulled your jersey over your face, trying to hide your crying face. You kept it over your face as you got put into the stretcher, you hid your face as Leah whispered reassurance to you, you kept it hidden as the crowd stood up and cheered for you loudly. You kept it hidden as they carried you into the medical room and walked past Mapi, who was sitting against the wall in the entrance, crying almost as loudly as you were.

In the medical room, you had abandoned your shirt, wanting no recollection of the history making game being played only a few steps away from you. And then you heard screaming, but it wasn’t loud. Just loud enough to make it clear that the spaniards were happy. They had leveled the game. You started crying even harder. "We should really get you to a hospital y/n." One of the medics said. "Listen. My team is out there working their asses off to win the euros, and when we do, because we will, i’m going to walk out on that pitch in crutches and celebrate with them. Am I clear?" You told her. She nodded, and got out things to keep your ankle steady.

Mapi, who was now siting in the away locker room, was watching the game on the TV in there. And when Alexia scored, she couldn’t even find it in her to care. She just wanted to go back in time and not have fouled you. She just hoped you would forgive her.

The second your ankle was wrapped up and put in a boot, you stood up and used crutches to make your way back into the pitch. When you walked out, people went wild again, you smiled slightly, trying to seem brave through your surely puffy eyes. Sarina and some players walked up too you. Hugging you and congratulating you on your goal. You told them it was broken and your club season was over, they looked almost as sad as you did. It was only three minutes later that Chloe Kelly found the back of the net. She took off her shirt and ran around the stadium as you pumped your fists in the air, staying seated and yelling.

And then it was all over.

The spaniards fell to the ground, some of the lionesses did too, but for different reasons. You went as quickly as you could onto the pitch, but your crutches were bringing you nowhere.

You were angry, angry not at Mapi but at the media for making her feel as though she had something to prove, for messing with her mind. You saw Lucy Bronze run up to you. You stopped in your tracks and let your crutches fall, balancing on one foot and ignoring the pain in the broken one. She wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and letting you wrap your legs around her waist. You hugged her and cried, she did too, and then she put you on her back and carried you to the rest of the girls who started screaming and jumping and crying at the sight of you. The team, the managers, every person that made the lionesses, the lionesses came into a big group hug, while still being mindful of your ankle.

It was when people started going to find their families and friends in the crowd that Millie sat you down in the middle of the field, asked if you were okay and then left to find her boyfriend that it sunk in. That everything sunk in. That England were european champions, that you had scored in a euro final, that you’re ankle was broken because of the love of your life, and that the only person you wanted to see was crying by herself in the away locker room. You didn’t have anyone else. Your family was on the pitch, in barcelona, and on the opposite team. Your parents were deadbeat, all your friends were football players, and you have never felt this emotion before. The crossover between feeling lost, and feeling pure and utter joy.

The trophy lift was unreal, the smiles on people’s faces, unmatched. But when fans started leaving, and England made their way into the changing rooms, you parted from the group with Sarinas permission. You made your way instead to the Spanish locker room. The whole corridor was silent, and what broke the silence was your first rapping against the door. Aitana Bonmati, another one of your Barcelona teammates opened the door. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were wet, and at the sight of her you started crying as well. And not the happy tears from the trophy lift. "I’m sorry." You hiccuped. Aitana abandoned the door and hugged you tightly, mindful of your crutches. "It’s okay darling. Shh." She said lovingly. You felt bad for having her comfort you. You pulled away and saw the spanish team in the changing room, the head coach looked like he didn’t want you there at all, and in all honesty, you were scared of him. Mapi was nowhere to be seen. "I need to talk to María." You told Aitana.

She nodded stiffly and walked into the bathroom connected to the changing room. A minute later, Mapi walked out. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, she was shaking and she couldn’t look at you. She walked into the hallway and stood in the middle of the corridor. You closed the changing room door, struggling a little. "I’m so-" Mapi started saying. "Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. You made… a bad tackle. Yes. But you would have never, ever done that if it wasn’t for the media and what people were saying. They got to you. And I hate that. I hate it." You said, sniffling and playing with the medal around your neck.

Mapi looked up and you, her lower lip shaking. "Really? You’re not breaking up with me?" Mapi said.

You looked at her sadly. "Put your back against the wall." You told her.

She raised her eyebrows, using her tattooed palm to wipe away her teary cheeks. She didn’t argue though, placing her back on the wall and looking at you in confusion. You used your crutches to walk over to her, placing yourself in front of her. Balancing on one foot, you took both crutches and leaned them against the wall beside Mapi. You put your hands on her stomach, feeling her rock hard abs. And then you kissed her. You kissed her to tell her you loved her, and you forgave her, and you were sorry Spain lost. And she kissed you to tell you she loved you, she was sorry for injuring you, and she was so proud you had won.

Because after all, it was always going to be Mapi and Y/N, Y/N and Mapi.

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could u write something for carl grimes where the reader and him reunite? set in like season 4 after carl and rick think judith had been killed. and like the reader was with judith and ran her away from danger but carl and rick didnt know until they saw them both again?

INNOCENT

carl grimes x fem!reader

you never imagined you’d be in an apocalypse at 14 years old, let alone taking care of the sister of your friend alone.

➪ thank you sm for the request!

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“it’s okay, it’s okay, please judith- just stop crying!” you begged, doing your best to scavenge for something, anything, that was suitable for a baby to eat.

being in an apocalypse was already hard, but having to take care of a baby as well as your self in an already cruel world? it might as well have been suicide.

you could hear the walkers getting closer, five maybe ten of them? when you could hear their footsteps practically in front of you you decided to just give up on your scavenging and run.

you seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, running. you had always known the governor was dangerous, rick worried about him practically every second of the day, but you never really understood just how dangerous he really was.

that’s probably why when he finally did attack, you were anything but prepared. carl had warned you that things weren’t going to end up all sunshine and rainbows, that people were probably going to die.

you wish he was still there to knock some sense into you.

you have no idea what happened to him, really you had no idea what had happened to anyone. for all you knew everyone was dead.

you decided not to think about as you stumbled into a neighborhood. a nice neighborhood. “maybe things are looking up for us jude..” you murmured, holding the baby closer to your chest.

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you scavenged a house, going through drawers and cabinets. it looked like mostly everything had been taken, so you decided to check the upstairs. right when you were beginning to ascend the stairs, you heard a growling coming from one of the rooms.

you took a deep breath and set judith down in the bed in front of you, pulling out your knife and rounding the corner towards the room. the door was closed, and as you looked closer at it you noticed the words written on it.

“walker got my shoe, but it couldn’t get me.”

you let out a breath as you realized whoever had said written that was probably close, and people close could mean your group.

you smiled as you ran to get judith, she seemed to notice your mood and began clapping her hands as you perched her on your hip.

running out of the house, you began to look inside each and every window. “cmon.. please be here.” you muttered as you looked in the last houses window.

there were open cans and a couch seemingly pushed against the door, and on top of the couch was… a hat.

a sheriffs hat.

“carl…” you gasped, beginning to pound on the door. you heard the sound of a couch being moved, and you did your best to make yourself atleast a little presentable.

when the door opened, you gave a sad smile to the broken man standing before you. rick seemed to be bruised all over, his hair torn in patches. “hi, rick.” you smiled as he dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving his daughter.

you gently handed her over to him as he began to burst into tears, when you looked behind him to the boy staring at you in shock. carl. your smile seemed to get impossibly wider as he stood next to his father, tears in his own eyes.

he looked up at you, a smile on his lips. “thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeated like a mantra as he hugged you tighter than you’ve ever been hugged before.

“it was really no problem, really!” you reassured, fighting your own tears. carl smiled as he pulled you tighter against his him.

you were finally home.

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i hope this was okay! this was my first request like ever so i was a little stressed lol

©️ 𝐱𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

[alltoolewis]

Could you do a Lewis one where you're his childhood best friend who also got famous as a singer and you guys start dating and you go to the paddock and everyone is fanfirling over you guys (yes Lando as well) and you feel shy and don't want to intrude in the team photo but lewis drags you in and someone says something like "you're part of the family now?" maybe his family is there as well?? ty!! i love the way you write!

Forever & Always- Lewis Hamilton 💜

How did I miss this! It's one of the cutest things I've been asked to write. So sorry for the wait, if I saw it I would of written it months ago lol, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you so much being so kind... your so sweet 🥰 I was planning on making this short but as always I got carried away lol! So be prepared for a long fluffy mess love you guys!

Warnings- none just fluff, not proofread

Words- 3.1k

You'd be lying if you said you didn't know this day would come... lying on your best friend's bare chest as he ran his fingers carelessly across your bare back. It was obvious to a naked eye that you and Lewis loved each other, after spending the last 30+ years together being inseparable it was bound to happen at some point. The both of you knew how the other one felt. He saw the way your eyes would linger longer as he worked out and you saw the look he would give you as you walked out on the stage, a look that was too pure and full of love to be just a friend! But despite the two of you knowing, neither of you said anything, wanting to see who would be the first to crack... and last night you finally found out!

Having enough of not being in your arms, Lewis finally made the big step in calling you his as he pulled you deeper in his arms and pulled you into the most passionate kiss either of you has ever had! That night the two of you got lost in the years of hidden lust and love, finally cracking to spell you had both put on each other!

"You coming to the race today?" Lewis mumbled sleepily in your shoulder, already feeling himself drift back to sleep as your fingers got lost in his hair. "Of course..." You smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his temple "When have I ever missed your home race eh?" It was true, from all of his years of racing he couldn't think of one British GP that you didn't attend. Even when your own career rocketed and your schedule became just as busy as his, you always made sure you were there, making him fall for you ten times harder!

Once your morning cuddles were over and you practically pulled him out of the bed, he couldn't help but stand back and admire you getting ready in his bathroom. Of course from your years of friendship you had stayed overnight before, but this time it felt different... and although there was no label on it just yet he knew there was no way that you were just friends anymore, he wouldn't let it be.

Creeping up behind you he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing a huge smile to appear on both of your faces. Feeling his lips tug up in a smile as he nuzzled his head deeper into your neck caused a million butterflies to erupt in your body. "Walk in the paddock with me?" He muttered between kisses, his words causing you to almost drop your toothbrush out of your mouth. "Huh?" You said mouth full of foam as you looked at him in shock. Despite how long you had known him you had never walked in with him, in fact, you had never walked into the paddock or stayed in the garage! The media knew that you were childhood friends, but that didn't stop them from creating a false story every time you were spotted together. So being the protected friend he was he kept you in his motorhome, claiming it was because you were roscoe's protector but you knew it wasn't.

"You're so cute.." He laughed, removing the toothbrush out of your mouth, allowing you to spit out the toothpaste that was now burning your mouth. "You want me to walk in with you?" You repeated his question, eyes only growing wider as he nodded his head without hesitation "Don't you think it might be a bit soon...?"

"No.." He smiled, again without any hesitation "Gorgeous, you have been my best friend since I was born & it took me enough time to do what we did last night! I don't think I can last another year of not attending my home race with you, especially now that I got you, I want to show you off to everyone. Fuck the media, your mine!"

"But what about your family? Toto? Angela?" You continued to panic, although you were already warming up to the idea. But Lewis knew you, he knew that you always tried to think of any excuse when something scared you, but he didn't want you to feel scared now... he wanted you to feel free "What if they think it's to soon... They don't even know about us, God I don't even know about us! Are you my friend, friends with benefits... boyfriend? I don't know what to label us-"

Cutting your words short, he pushed his lips to yours. Immediately swallowing any ounce of panic that was in your body, he smiled as he felt your body relax in touch, only pulling away when he knew that you were 100% calm. Pushing his head against yours, his thumb caressed your cheek "You need to calm down missus.." Looking directly in his brown orbs, time felt like it stilled as the only thing that could be seen in them was love and safety "Don't worry about them... they've been pestering me for years to make us a thing! I swear even I get a podium today the only thing they will be celebrating today is us!" You couldn't help but giggle at his words knowing that they were all true! His dad and brother has been teasing you for years about it, calling you soulmates and placing bets on who would admit it first! "& if your worried about labels sweetheart that can be easily fixed" Smirking, he pulled off his Cartier love ring the one that you have always loved. Placing it in between his two fingers, he took your hand in his smiling down at you as your cheeks flushed pink "my (y/n), my best friend, my platonic and real soulmate... will you be officially mine?"

Shaking your head you let the tears fall down your cheeks "Your so silly" You giggled as he stuck his tongue out at you "Of course I will be your girlfriend Lew!"

"About time.." He sighed, lifting you up in his arms as he twirled you around in the air. Both of your laughter blend into one as he put you back on the ground, but not removing his arms around you "Now come on girlfriend, let me put this ring on your finger to make it official?"

"Are you sure?" You smiled, as he placed it on your finger kissing it as it slipped on perfectly "I know how much they mean to you..."

"& You mean 1000 times more" He smirked, pecking your lips gently "And don't worry I've still got another 7 to piss off the FIA with, if anything your doing me a favour! Now c'mon let's get ready..." Picking up a stranded Mercedes cap of the floor, he placed it on your head his number clear on it "I want to show Silverstone the trophy I have already won!"

With his words melting your heart, you both spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the arrival. You didn't really pack any 'paddock walking' clothes, expecting to just be going straight to his motorhome. "How about this?" You mumbled to Lewis, whose eyes lit up at you wearing your ripped black jeans and a Mercedes t-shirt with his number proudly on the back. "You look unreal darling.." He smirked, waking over to pull you in his arms for the hundredth time that morning "What driver do you support eh?" He teased as you put the cap back on your head causing you to roll your eyes "Oh shut it!"

"How about you throw this on as well?" Lewis says, going over to the oversized pink and yellow coat he wore for practice earlier in the week "Apparently it might rain & I don't want you to catch a cold before your big performance on Tuesday.."

"Your so sweet.." You whispered, finding his thoughtfulness overwhelming. You were starting a new tour as an opening act for Ed Sheeran, and for the first time in your career singing at sold-out stadiums! "But people saw you wearing that... there gonna know" Chuckling he kissed the skin behind your ear, whispering softly "My hands are not going to leave you until I have step foot in that car baby girl... wearing that coat or not there gonna know that you are mine... for forever and always!"

"Forever and always eh?" You smirked, holding out your arm for him to tug the coat on "I like the sound of that.."

"Hmmm me too.." He smiled, pulling the coat on your body, stepping back to admire how adorable you looked practically drowned in everything him "I like the sound of that very much!"

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The drive there was filled with nothing but a peaceful comfortable silence. Your entwined hands rested on his thigh as you drew around his tattoos with your other one... Roscoe sleeping

"What do you think they'll say?" You mumbled over the silence, causing him to look at you confused "Who darling?"

"The media..." You whispered, still occupied in tracing his tattoos as you felt his eyes practically burn holes in you "It's your first time walking in with a girl since Nicole Lew... it'll be a big deal. There always quick to speculate things... I'm just scared there going to do it to us, y'know break us before we have even started. I know I sound stupid but I don't want to lose you before I properly have you..."

His heart broke as he heard the vulnerability in your voice. He knew you didn't have the happiest memories with the media, they always tried to trample you down, just like they did with him... but he had thicker skin than you did. Your sensitivity always let them win!

"Baby look at me..." He cooed, pulling you closer to him the best he could "You have had me for years... and you'll have me for years to come. What they think means nothing darling, they can think or say whatever they want because only us know the truth.." Taking your locked hands to his mouth, he placed a gentle kiss to where they attached "I love you (y/n) so much... and I want to you to be comfortable okay? so If you don't feel ready for this we can turn around, drop you and little man down there off at the motorhome and I'll join straightaway yeah?"

Taking in his words, you sighed. You knew there was nothing to be afraid of... not when you had him next to you "No..." You spoke confidently, causing a small smile to grace his lips "I love you too Lewis I always have and always will... I've got this" Just in time the car stopped indicating that you had arrived. Pecking your lips softly you both smiled "No gorgeous... we've got this"

And he was right...

The second you got out of the car you felt his presence next to you... Your hand laced with his as he continued to make small talk with you, trying to get you to forget about the crowd that was now following you, firing nosy questions about the two of you. Despite not doing it for years, it felt natural to have someone other than roscoe walking in with him... You felt natural. & as he held you petite hand in his, listening to you laugh as his dog tried to keep up with the pair of you he couldn't help but kick himself at not making it official sooner thinking about the all times you could of been here with him instead of hidden in the back... but all that truly mattered was now, and he was willing to make up for any lost time.

Once you hit the entrance to the paddock, you were met with a stressed-out Angela "oh my god Lewis there you are!" She sighed in relief "You are 20 minutes late we have so much to do... what the hell were you-" She paused in shock as she took in your figure pressed firmly against his, Roscoe finally catching up with you as he went straight to Ang "(y/n)" She gasped, causing you to laugh as you politely said hi. Her eye's flickered between you and him and your hands, only then realizing what was going on "No way! Are you..." Being too shocked to finish her sentence, you and Lewis just nodded huge smiles on both of your faces as she squealed, jumping up and down as if she had just won the world champion "Oh my god! I am so happy for you guys! I have wanted this forever... when did this happen and why haven't I known about this!?"

"We'll answer any questions in a bit ang..." Lewis laughed, as he saw the steward become inpatient with you all blocking the entrance. Taking your hand back in his he smiled, "Let's make it to the paddock before Toto kills us yeah?"

"Okay.." She smiled at how in love you both looked "But I'm not letting this go.. I want all the details!" Smirking Lewis leaned down to your ear "Don't think she wants all the details... what do you think?" Jabbing him in the side playfully you rolled your eyes as the events from last night replayed over and over in your head... the both of you wishing that you could do it all again right now, but first you had a family to face and he had a race to win!

Angela wasn't the only ones that were excited for the pair of you, everybody who saw you were quick to congratulate the two of you . But no one was happier to see you walk in together than his family who instantly cheered as they saw his arm wrapped around your shoulder "FINALLY!" Nicholas cheered, looking at his dad as he held out his hand "Pass that £20 over dad!"

Lewis furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his dad sigh, handing over the note to his younger son "He said that you'll be together before you were 40! But you were leaving it a little late son... I doubted you.."

"I left it too late.." Lewis frowned as he was reminded of what could have been. But as he looked down at your smiling and chatting away to the rest of his loved ones, fitting in straight away, none of it mattered "But I've got it now.." He blushed as you looked back his way giving him a big smile "And I'm not letting her go!"

"I'm proud of you!" Anthony beamed, patting him on his shoulder "She's good for you... now we'll have to put a bet on for the wedding eh nick?" Your head whipped up at the mention of the event, causing everyone around you to laugh. "Easy dad It won't be for another 3+ years.." He laughed, grabbing you back to him, whispering in your ear "But you would look so pretty in white baby girl... maybe I have to swap the Cartier for a rock sooner!" Your cheeks flushed red as he carried on as normal, ignoring the fact he pretty much told you he wanted to marry you! And now the picture couldn't be erased from either of you!

"Right Lewis let's get going!" Angela beamed "We have a race to win!" Turning to him, you planted a kiss on his lips causing everyone around you to awe "Good luck champ!" You mumbled on his lips "I am already so proud of you..."

"I love you so much.." He mumbled back, pulling away as he felt you take roscoe's lead from his hands "What are you doing? You not staying in the garage?" There was a slight frown on his lips as you shook your head.

"I love you too..." You smiled, crouching down to stroke the inpatient bulldog who was missing all the attention on him "& I might be your girlfriend now but I was Roscoe's protector first!"

"Ahhh I see how it is!" Lewis laughed, crouching down to join you "You stole my fans and now my girl, Mr... got to stop bringing you eh? I'll end up with no one"

"You've got us silly, We love you.." You giggled, kissing his lips once more before hopping up off the ground to make it to his motor "I'll see you later baby, good luck... get a trophy for me yeah?" You teased. "Anything for you darling" He smiled, waving you goodbye "Anything..."

"Your so whipped!" Spinz laughed, hitting him over the head. His eyes never left your figure as you disappeared round the corner. "I've been whipped for years..." He proudly admitted not even caring how cheesy he sounded "& I'll be whipped forever and always!"

"Oh god what has she done to you?" Spinz teased pretending to be sick causing Lewis to join in with the laughing "I have no idea bro... but I love it!"

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Just like he promised, he had another trophy to his name! Your heart burst with pride and love as you watch him step foot on the platform, you knew he would be a bit disheartened at the number but from how poor his season had started, everyone knew he was headed in the right direction!

Switching off the TV, you grabbed Roscoe's harness immediatly gathering his attention! "C'mon Roscoe.." You cooed, wrapping it around him "Let's go see daddy eh?" With a quiet bark and a wag of his tail you knew he was just as excited as you to see him!

Meeting them where you promised, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping in his arms. Pulling his lips to yours as you mumbled sweet nothings on them "I am so proud of you handsome... I knew you could do it!"

"Could have done better tho..." He sighed, pulling away but keeping his head pressed against yours. Rolling your eyes you shook your head "Shut up. You were incredible out there... and you got me that trophy I asked for..."

Your words swapped his frown for a smile as he pecked your cheek repeatedly "I told you baby... anything for you!"

Your moment was ruined as team orders called for a group picture, causing you to pout slightly cause you had to get out of his arms. Planting one last kiss on his head you sighed "I'll just be over there..."

Just as you were about to walk away his arm pulled you back, making you look at him with a confused look "Oh no you won't..." He smirked, pulling you in front of the camera with all of his team and family, making sure that you were placed right next to him "Lewis what are you doing?" You hissed, still trying to escape his hold "I don't belong in this picture... I haven't done anything..."

Before Lewis could speak, another voice took the words straight out of his mouth "You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else does..." His dad spoke, placing his hand on your shoulder "Your a part of the family lovely..."

Nodding at his father's words, he pulled you closer waiting for the timer to tick down before he whispered his added thoughts...

"Forever and always.."

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ red carpet chris e x celeb f!reader

prompt : you, like chris evans are a mcu actor. you always liked chris throughout the whole of the mcu filming, tonight is the endgame premiere and he asked you to be his date despite all your nervous energy deep down. warnings : other notes : I know that in the endgame prem he had a beard, just pretend he looks like he did in the 'what's my number?' prem. no offence to the bear because I love it. I hated cameras, specifically paparazzi cameras they're always flashing and in your face, it's always stressful, especially at a premier. Of course, I love going to see the final result of a project I'm in but when it's the avengers it's more publicity than needed. You'd think after ten years the occasional cameras would be ok but I never seemed to get used to them especially when I wasn't usually looking at the cameras. I was looking at Evans. Evans was perfect, of course, he was a great friend of mine so the whole perfect thing would be a tad bit biased but whether he was my friend or not he was just the perfect man. I always had a little crush on Evans so when he asked me to be his date at the premiere, I said yes without a doubt. It was great since we were the only ones who didn't have children or a wife/husband. "you look gorgeous" chris said, we had pulled up in front of the red carpet. This premiere was much bigger compared to the others, there were more cameras, more people, more celebrities. "thanks" I chuckle nervously, the door opened revealing all the cameras "don't worry y/n it's all easy remember we've done this a million times" he said giving me a reassuring smile, god I wish I had told him before this moment. Chris never liked walking down the red carpet alone, nor did I and that's why I'm guessing he asked me but then afterwards I know we'd have to take our individual shots. He stepped out of the car placing his hand out for me to grab, which I did. Then started the cameras, ahead of us were Hemsworth and his wife Elsa. To the paparazzi it would be a surprise that Chris and I showed up together given our history of ever denying feelings for each other in interviews... not that this made anything official we both just didn't like it alone. My blue velvet dress followed behind me as we walked along the red carpet "god I wish that this got easier each year" I clear my throat posing with Chris "don't worry the end is almost near" he said giving me a gentle smile. "interviews are next Evans" I say through my teeth smiling at the cameras and I can hear him chuckle "you'll be perfect like you always are" he says as we continue to walk down. Eventually, we reach the end and it was time for interviews, Chris walked to a separate interview whilst I did mine. "y/n blink if you die in the movie" the interviewer says and I chuckle nervously "well I dont know you know I did my acting part but then its all down to the editors maybe I like fell and then they edited it and turned me to dust like the last movie, who knows" I chuckle as does the interviewer. "expectations for the movie?" he says and I smack my lips "if I were being honest with you, pretty high no I'm kidding I mean its a big movie so I'd expect it to be somewhat decent you know, like I see all these actors some who I never even got scenes with but they were supposedly in the movie like what?" I say calmly. "Alright one more question now I need you to prepare" the interviewer says and I shake my arms jumping up and down "alright I'm ready hit me" I smile "Chris Evans and You on the red carpet, what happened to no feelings?" he says and I laugh. "I knew it, you sly guy, no there are no feelings me and chris you know ten years together having to turn up to all these things along you know makes it seem like you have no friends so chris asked me-" "chris asked you" he smirked holding the microphone up to my face. I laugh gently "yes he did ask me but it's not like I wouldn't have asked him I mean this might be our last avengers movie together so we may aswell shock everyone while we are at it" nodding the interviewer smiles "perfect thank you" he

says as I nod hugging him before walking off to ruin Chris' interview. Running up behind him I poke his hips giving him a fright as he jumps turning around wrapping his arms around me "ah you, you scared me" he said all excited "great now that I have you both here who asked who?" the female interviewer asked and I look up to Chris who was still holding me. "well I know y/n has a little crush on me, a little birdie that plays bucky barnes told me so I asked her out" chris smiles looking down at me and I open my mouth widely "I do not have a crush on you" I punch him gently and we both chuckle "thank you guys" she smiles and we walk off. We stand around after a while before I lead him to an empty hallway and I pull him towards me as I stand up on my tippy toes placing my lips on his, I could tell that I surprised him but after ten years my feelings for him hadn't changed so whilst I still had time I had to do something about it... right? "woah y/n what was that for" he chuckled awkwardly after pulling away "well if knowing you for ten years has taught me anything, when given the moment to talk to you about it or act upon it you do it in the moment and in the past ten years, I think, I was given too many chances and this was my final one" I say before walking off and he grabs my wrist pulling me back. "Sebastian did tell me about your crush I just didn't know whether to believe him" he chuckled gently placing his hands on my cheek going in for another kiss. "WOAH WOAH WOAH" A voice yells from down the hallway, Chris and I look up to see Mackie and Sebastian staring at us with their mouths wide open. I straighten up my dress and Chris straightens up his blazer "I was just checking his mouth for uh you know infections" I scratch the back of my head awkwardly walking past Mackie and Sebastian. "Well did he have any?" Sebastian asked "Nope all clear" I cough walking back out into the public as Chris quickly wipes his mouth. Well uh, that's a red carpet to remember?