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ahqkas · 3 months ago

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Can you please write dumb/subtle/random/cute things batboys will do while they are crushing on reader?

♯ FEEL YOUR LIPS CRUSH . . .

— gn!reader, fluff

BRUCE WAYNE

becomes overly observant but awkwardly obvious

bruce wayne is a master of observation—trained to notice the smallest details in a room, a person, or a crime scene. but when it comes to you, this skill becomes more of a curse than a blessing. his crush transforms his usual precision into something downright awkward as he hyper-focuses on the tiniest parts of your life.

it starts innocently enough. you’ll be in the middle of a casual conversation when bruce interrupts, his deep voice breaking through your train of thought.

“you’ve switched your coffee order recently,” he says matter-of-factly, his piercing blue eyes locking on yours.

you blink, momentarily confused. “uh, yeah. i wanted to try something different.”

“it’s good,” he replies, his tone completely serious, as if your new preference for caramel flavored coffee over vanilla is a critical observation.

sometimes his comments catch you so off guard that you don’t even know how to respond. like the time you came into the room wearing a pair of old sneakers. bruce, who was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping his coffee, glanced down and said, “those laces are frayed. you should replace them.”

you laughed nervously, unsure if he was joking. “uh, thanks for the tip?”

but bruce wasn’t joking. “i’ll send alfred to pick up new ones. you don’t want them snapping mid-step.”

he tries to play it cool, he really does, but his constant streak of seemingly random observations only makes his feelings more obvious. one afternoon, you find him glancing at your notebook while you jot something down. without even looking at you, he says, “you press harder with the pen when you’re tired. your handwriting’s smaller today.”

you set your pen down, giving him a skeptical look. “do you . . . keep track of my handwriting, bruce?”

his face doesn’t change, though you swear his ears flush the faintest shade of pink. “no,” he says smoothly, taking a sip of his coffee. “it’s just. . . noticeable.”

it’s the way he says it—quiet and genuine—that sends your heart fluttering. he doesn’t realize how much he’s revealing, but his small, awkward comments and laser focus on the details of your life make it abundantly clear.

the funny thing is, you’re not the only one noticing. alfred, who’s known bruce wayne longer than anyone, often raises an eyebrow or hides a knowing smirk whenever bruce starts one of his “random” observations.

( “perhaps master wayne should focus on his own handwriting.” bruce glares at alfred, but his lack of a comment only makes the butler’s smirk grow wider. )

finds excuses to be helpful

bruce’s wealth is something he wields with the subtlety of a battering ram when he’s crushing on someone. his intentions are good—he genuinely wants to help—but it often comes off as over-the-top or hilariously unnecessary. for someone as logical and composed as the bat, using his money to make your life easier feels like a no-brainer, but he doesn’t realize just how obvious it makes his feelings.

it starts small at first. you might casually mention needing to replace something—your laptop is acting up or your phone is outdated. the next day, without fail, a box will mysteriously appear at your doorstep. inside, you’ll find not just a replacement but the absolute best version of the device, meticulously selected and clearly expensive.

“bruce,” you say, holding up the latest model of a WE laptop you can’t imagine ever affording on your own. “did you do this?”

he looks up from his work, his expression calm and unbothered. “it’s practical,” he says, as if that’s a reasonable excuse for gifting you a piece of technology worth more than your rent. “your old one was slow. it’s inefficient to struggle with outdated equipment.”

when you try to protest, he waves it off, as though spending thousands of dollars on you is no more different than buying a cup of coffee.

but it doesn’t stop there. one morning, you’re sitting in the kitchen with him, absently complaining about how your car keeps breaking down. it’s an offhanded comment, something you don’t think twice about, but bruce takes it as a challenge. by the time you’ve finished your coffee, he’s already pulled out his phone to make arrangements.

“wait,” you interrupt him, narrowing your eyes as you catch him murmuring something to alfred over the phone. “what are you doing?”

“nothing,” he replies too quickly, but later that day, you’re startled to find a sleek new car parked outside your home, the keys and a handwritten note from the butler sitting on your counter.

“bruce!” you exclaim, storming into the study to confront him.

he doesn’t even look up from his computer. “your old car was unreliable. this one is safer.”

“that’s not the point!”

“it’s just a car,” he says with a small shrug, though there’s a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.

despite his attitude, it’s clear he’s putting an incredible amount of thought into everything he does for you. his gestures are less about showing off his wealth and more about making sure you never have to struggle, even in the smallest ways. because to him, it’s just logical—he has the resources, so why wouldn’t he use them to make your life easier?

DICK GRAYSON

finds excuses to touch you

for someone as physically expressive as dick grayson, touch comes as naturally as breathing—but when he’s crushing on you, it’s a whole new level. he’s not even aware of how much he does it at first, but the moments start to add up. it’s little things at first: the way he always seems to find a reason to brush his hand against yours, the casual way his shoulder bumps into you when you’re walking side by side, or the way he’ll lean close when he’s explaining something, his hand ghosting over yours as he gestures.

but then, it becomes less about the accidental and more about the intentional. when you’re sitting on the couch together, he’ll sling an arm over the back of it, his fingers close enough to brush against your shoulder. he’ll offer his hand when you’re stepping out of a car or climbing over something, even if you don’t need it, the contact lingers just a second longer than necessary.

“careful,” he’ll say, his voice soft and teasing, even though the step you’re taking isn’t remotely precarious.

“you know i can walk, right?”

he grins, squeezing your hand briefly before letting it go. “just being chivalrous.”

and then, there are the moments when he gets so wrapped up in the conversation or your presence that he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. like the time you were sitting together, and he absentmindedly started playing with the hem of your sleeve. it wasn’t until you cleared your throat that he looked down, startled, his ears turning pink as he quickly let go.

“sorry,” he mumbled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “didn’t realize i was doing that.”

but the blush on his cheeks told you everything you needed to know.

for dick, touch is a way of expressing what words sometimes fail to say. every hand on your shoulder, every playful nudge, and every lingering hug is his way of saying, i like being near you. i like you. even if he hasn’t quite found the courage to say it out loud, his actions make it impossible to miss.

teases you relentlessly (but gets flustered when you tease him back)

teasing is how dick shows affection, how he keeps things light, and, more than anything, how he tries to get your attention. when he’s crushing on you, though, his teasing takes on a new level. every little thing you do seems to give him material to poke fun at, not in a mean way, but in a way that makes it clear he’s paying attention to everything about you.

if you trip over a word while talking, he’ll immediately smirk. “careful there, shakespeare,” he’ll quip. “do we need to enroll you in a public speaking class?” or if you drop something, he’s ready with a dramatic gasp. “wow, butterfingers, do you need me to carry everything for you? i could be your personal assistant, but i charge by the hour.”

it’s playful, yes, but it’s also consistent. he’s always looking for ways to make you laugh, even if it’s at your own expense. like the time you were struggling to open a stubborn jar of jam, and he swooped in, popping the lid off with ease.

“guess i’m just the stronger one here,” he said, flexing his biceps with an exaggerated grin. “it’s okay; not everyone can have these guns.”

but if you so much as raise an eyebrow or fire back with your own jab, the tables turn in an instant. one day, after he’d spent a full five minutes teasing you about your choice of coffee ( “a triple-shot vanilla latte with almond milk? fancy. are you sure you don’t need a royal escort to carry it for you?” ), you finally snapped back.

“oh, and i suppose you’re the coffee expert, mr. regular black coffee? real creative. i bet the baristas have your order memorized.”

the grin on his face faltered for a split second, his eyes widening just slightly. then came the blush—the faint pink hue creeping up his cheeks as he tried to recover, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“hey, black coffee is . . . classic,” he mumbled, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

and that’s the thing about dick grayson: as much as he loves dishing it out, he can’t always handle it when it’s directed at him. the moment you tease him back, especially if it’s about something he’s sensitive about (like his perfectly styled hair or his need to one-up everyone), he turns into an awkward, flustered mess.

“you spend how long on your hair every morning?” you asked him once, teasingly ruffling his carefully combed locks after he made fun of the mismatched socks you were wearing.

he froze, his hand shooting up to fix the damage. “it’s not that long,” he protested, his voice defensive but light.

“oh, come on! i bet you use at least three different products. don’t tell me you don’t have a favorite brand of gel.”

his cheeks flushed crimson as he stammered, “i—you know, it’s just . . . maintenance! can’t all of us roll out of bed looking flawless, okay?”

you laughed, and he groaned, muttering something under his breath about how you were “way too good at this.”

JASON TODD

acts nonchalant but is always nearby

jason todd is many things—brash, sarcastic, sometimes even reckless—but when it comes to feelings he doesn’t fully understand, he defaults to keeping his distance . . . or at least pretending he’s keeping his distance. the truth is, when he’s crushing on you, he’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame, always finding an excuse to be wherever you are without making it obvious. or so he thinks.

take your quiet sunday afternoons, for instance. maybe you’ve settled on the couch with a book, enjoying the rare peace. jason walks in, all nonchalant, like he’s just passing through. he glances at you—just a quick flick of his eyes, like he’s making sure you’re still there—and then he settles in the chair across from you, a spot he never uses otherwise.

“what are you doing?” you ask, watching as he pulls out a book of his own, the same one he’s been pretending to read for weeks.

he doesn’t even look up. “reading.”

you roll your eyes but say nothing, knowing full well he’s barely getting through a page. you can feel his gaze on you every few minutes, like he’s trying to memorize the way your brow furrows in concentration or how you chew on the corner of your lip when you’re focused. and if you catch him? he quickly snaps his attention back to his book, pretending obliviousness.

“didn’t know you liked this spot so much,” you tease, gesturing to the chair.

a smirk plays on the edge of his lips, though there’s a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes. “what, i can’t sit here now? thought it was a free country.”

it’s always like that—his attempts to mask how much he cares come with a side of sarcasm. but the truth slips through in the little details. like how he never actually leaves the room until you do. or how, even when you’re sitting in silence, he finds a reason to linger. maybe he’s scrolling through his phone, flipping through a magazine, or staring at the ceiling like he’s deep in thought. but really, he’s just soaking in your presence.

and then there are the times when he doesn’t even bother pretending. like when you’re sitting in the kitchen, finishing up some work, and he wordlessly sits down across from you, arms crossed and chin propped in his hand.

“what?” you ask, glancing up at him.

“nothing,” he replies, though the slight curve of his lips gives him away.

it’s not that jason is afraid to admit he likes you ( although there is a possibility he is but we don’t talk about that )—it’s just that he doesn’t know how. so instead, he hovers. he sticks close enough to feel like he’s part of your world but not so close that he risks giving himself away. so while he might act nonchalant, the truth is, he’s anything but. every glance, every lingering moment, every excuse to be near you is jason’s way of saying he cares—he just hasn’t found the words yet.

fixes things you didn’t even know were broken

jason’s way of showing he cares is a little unconventional, but it’s always in the small, unspoken ways. he’s the type to notice things that no one else would—things that have been lingering for ages in the background of your life, just waiting for someone to fix them. but because it’s jason, he’ll never bring it up. he’ll just do it, no questions asked, and then act like it never happened.

it starts with the little things. your chair in the living room? it’s been squeaking for months now, but it’s not something you’ve gotten around to fixing. it’s one of those annoyances you’ve learned to ignore, a piece of background noise that doesn’t really bother you enough to take action.

until one day, it suddenly stops.

you sit down in the chair, and for the first time in ages, it’s silent. your eyes narrow. you didn’t fix this—so who did?

“jason?” you ask, glancing toward him as he lounges on the couch, pretending to be deep in whatever he’s doing.

he doesn’t even look up. “what?”

“the chair. it’s. . . quiet now.”

he pauses for just a moment, but it’s enough to catch the shift in his demeanor. he shrugs, barely concealing the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “must’ve gotten lucky. or maybe it fixed itself.”

you know it didn’t. but before you can press him on it, he’s already back to whatever he was doing, like the whole thing is no big deal. it’s almost as if he’s trying to play it off, hoping you won’t notice that he’s been quietly fixing things in your life, one at a time.

the next thing happens a few days later. you walk into the kitchen, only to find that the light above the sink, the one that flickers every time you try to use it, is now working. perfectly.

you stop, standing in the doorway and just staring at it. there’s no way you fixed it. and it certainly wasn’t broken enough to need replacing. so once again, you turn your gaze to jason, who’s now sitting at the kitchen table, eating a snack and acting entirely uninterested in your investigation.

“jason, did you—?”

“no,” he interrupts and continues watching the video essay he turns on every time he eats.

“uh-huh,” you say, narrowing your eyes, walking toward the light and testing the switch again just to make sure you’re not imagining things. it stays steady, glowing without hesitation.

he’ll never say it out loud, but each fix—each thoughtful act—speaks louder than any words could. the broken things don’t matter, because jason is here, fixing them in his own way, piece by piece.

TIM DRAKE

gets shy when you’re too close

tim drake is usually the picture of composure. he’s calm, collected, and can handle himself in just about any situation, but when you’re too close, all that confidence seems to slip away. it starts small. you’re sitting beside him, maybe sharing a space while working on something, and without thinking, you slide just a little bit closer to him. maybe your arm brushes against his, or your knee nudges his under the table.

it’s enough to throw him off, just for a second. his heart rate picks up slightly, and he tries to hide it behind the screen of his laptop, pretending to focus harder than he really is. but he knows, deep down, that he’s hyperaware of you now—of the way you’re sitting, of the way your presence seems to fill the space between the two of you.

his eyes flicker toward you, but quickly dart away, like he’s afraid you caught him staring. it’s an involuntary reaction, the nervous little shift in his posture as he tries to seem as casual as possible. he clears his throat, his voice slightly quieter than usual. “uh, sorry, was just—just making sure the laptop was charging.”

it’s obvious to you that he’s not really talking about the laptop. he’s trying to act like it’s no big deal, but every time you’re too close to him, tim’s body betrays him. the way his leg shifts a little away from yours under the table, or how he tries to subtly angle his body so there’s just a little more space between you and him, even if he doesn’t want there to be.

you might not notice the subtle movements, but tim does. and every time you get close to him, whether it’s by accident or on purpose, he feels a flutter of nerves that he can’t quite explain. it’s not that he doesn’t want you near him—far from it—but the proximity messes with him in ways he doesn’t understand. his thoughts get jumbled, and his usual calmness slips, replaced by the flustered feeling he’s not used to.

if you ever catch him looking at you, his gaze quickly drops, and a soft blush creeps up his neck. “i—i didn’t mean to—uh, just making sure you’re not too cramped.” he mutters, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his laptop, anything to distract himself from the fact that he’s suddenly very aware of you being so close.

sometimes, when you get too near, tim will just freeze for a moment. it’s like his body can’t process the closeness, and the little awkward silence stretches between you two. it’s not uncomfortable—far from it—but it’s a vulnerable thing for tim, this closeness he doesn’t know how to handle.

but if you keep talking, or even just touch his arm gently when you lean over to look at something, tim’s composure slips even more. he shifts in his seat, trying to act like he’s calm, but his hand might twitch toward yours for just a second before he pulls it away like he’s afraid you’ll notice how he’s reacting.

follows you around during patrol

it’s late at night, the moon casting faint silver light across the streets, and the only sounds are the hum of city life and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. you’re out on a walk, maybe trying to clear your head or just enjoy the quiet, unaware that someone is watching you from the shadows. tim, clad in his suit, has been tailing you for a while now. it’s not that he’s trying to be creepy or intrusive, but rather, he’s just . . . concerned.

tim is the kind of person who can’t turn off his instincts, and tonight, for whatever reason, they’re telling him to stay close. he’s perched high above you on a rooftop, watching you walk along the street below, trying to remain unseen. his red robin suit blends into the darkness of the night, the shadows making him nearly invisible to anyone who might be looking.

he’s not sure why he’s doing it—it’s not like you’ve asked him to keep an eye on you—but there’s something about the quiet stillness of the night that has him on edge. maybe it’s because you’ve been a little distant lately, or maybe he’s just worried something might happen to you in the dark. either way, he’s got his eyes on you, and he won’t stop until you’re safely back where you belong.

he’s quick, agile, moving like a shadow himself. you might hear a faint creak of a fire escape ladder or the flurry of footsteps just out of your line of sight, but when you look, there’s nothing there—just the empty street, the soft glow of streetlights, and the ever-present hum of the city.

it’s when you stop for a moment, distracted by something—maybe you’re checking your phone or admiring a nearby storefront—that he’s closest. in that moment, tim takes a chance, moving closer to you, just a few feet away in the darkened alley. he’s not trying to startle you, but there’s something in his gut that tells him he can’t let you out of his sight, especially when it’s this late, and the streets feel a little emptier than usual.

he’ll hover just out of view, giving you space but never quite leaving you alone. if you keep walking, he follows, keeping his distance but staying close enough to ensure you’re safe. when you stop at a crosswalk or glance around, he’s already a few rooftops away, peering down at you from above, making sure you’re not being followed.

the closer you get to home, the more relaxed tim feels, but he never lets his guard down entirely. even when you reach the safety of your doorstep, he lingers just out of sight, making sure you get inside without any issues. he’ll remain in the shadows for a moment longer, watching as you lock the door behind you, ensuring you’re safe before finally letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

only then does he disappear into the night, his heart still racing, his mind replaying the images of your walk. he’ll retreat to his hidden vantage point, slipping into the dark corners of gotham once more, but the small weight of relief that you’re safe settles deep in his chest. even though he doesn’t want to admit it, there’s a part of him that feels content knowing you’re okay—even if you’ll never know how closely he’s watched over you.

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thoughtfulfiction · 3 months ago

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Social Media QB

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Quentin was usually just “Q.” JK was always “J’Kaylin”, Derwin was “3” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction.

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still smell the rancid scent until she grabbed some Lysol spray to de-funk the place.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post and without looking up you asked her, “why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You finally raise your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people don't get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity. Why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still, right in front of you.

You’re just there, waiting for someone to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you feel his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allows your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he pulls you in even closer, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly and you can feel him hesitating to pry himself away from you. The heat that was radiating off of his body that you felt being so close to him sends shivers down your spine at the sudden distance. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

He nods. “I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will. I just—I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

#justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #Justin Herbert fanfic

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honeykaes · 2 years ago

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a renter's deal

pairing: renter!kaveh x afab!reader II 2.2k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, cunnilingus, fingering, reader had a previous crush on kaveh, unambiguous if kaveh knew, reader is a landlord, unedited

synopsis: your old college-friend (and crush) Kaveh hadn’t paid rent yet. Just as you draft an email to inform him of the consequences, you hear a knock at the door wish a kaveh desperate to pay you back in other ways.

Cicadas loud chirping echoing from outside as your a/c continuously blast to avoid the hot temperatures of the summer from creeping into your apartment complex. It was the end of the month as the next loomed over in a couple of days. As the landlord, this was one of your busiest times. From working on paperwork moving people out of apartments to finalizing paperwork and credit scores to move people into the apartment, you had your work cut out for you—especially when it came to residents paying their dues for their apartments.

A fan blew past you, causing your body to shiver as you shake your head trying to focus again on the laptop in front of you. An excel sheet on the screen greeted you back, tracking everyone’s payments. Apartment 125, Tighnari, paid in full. So did apartment 243, Aether and Lumine, before they moved out.

As you scrolled down, you noticed only a few people had not paid you for rent yet despite today being the last day of the month—including your old college friend, Kaveh.

You and Kaveh were once friends in college before losing contact after graduating. He was always very popular and friendly, a heart of gold that always managed to get hurt by one situation or another. He was now a pretty-well known architect trying to start his own firm.

You helped him through his breakups, his tests—his ups and downs, as he did the same for you. You wanted to reconnect when you first worked with him, moving in to his complex but things weren’t the same. The two of you aren’t the same 18, 19 year olds staying up late and going to a midnight movie showing before an exam like you used to—you both were in your late twenties, different responsibilities and interests pulling you.

And that scared you, so you gave him space.

Since the economy had slowed and businesses and organizations were interesting in building more projects anymore, Kaveh suffered immensely, scrapping anything he could to try to pay rent at the last minute to you. You felt bad but you didn’t want to pry either.

You let out a sigh, clicking on your emails as you began to draft. Since he was late on payment, a meeting needed to be scheduled and fees processed to strategize a plan. You didn’t want to evict the poor man; or anyone for that matter.

Just as you finished drafting the email, you turned your head hearing a knock at the door. Placing your laptop on your coffee table and rising from the couch, you expected a resident to inform you about something breaking or not working. Your lips parted in shock to see Kaveh at the door.

Kaveh seemed completely disheveled, long blond ombre hair, a mess unlike its usually tidy self. His clothes were wrinkled and unfastened as if he had just woken up and immediately ran here. He leans along the wall near your door, chest heaving loudly as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Kaveh?! Are you alright?!” you stammered out. Kaveh puts a finger out to signal to give him a second before he finally catches his breath.

“N-No. I’m so sorry I’m late on rent,” he groaned. “I am working with this school to create a playground but they won’t be able to pay me until next week. I’m a bit short with rent with my current funds.”

Your lips curled downwards before lifting your head to to nurse the headache threatening to form from the stress of the situation.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been late, Kaveh. I can’t grant you a grace period. I really need that money in full,” you murmured. Kaveh turned to face you, scarlet eyes misty in desperation. Your heart withered seeing him in this state, but you feared bugging would put you on a tight spot with your boss.

“Please (Y/n)! You got to understand, I really tried this time. I can give you what I have and give you the remaining next week! Then I’ll be good to go for next month,” Kaveh yelled out.

“Kaveh, let’s continue this inside, okay? I’ll get you a glass of water or some tea to calm your nerves,” you beckoned, as your own anxiety began to creep in your stomach, you open your door beckoning Kaveh to come inside without a potential audience watching the two of you.

As he nervously entered, stifly sitting himself at the couch as you leave to enter your adjacent kitchen.

“I am only short 500 out of the 1500 dollars for rent and utilities. I can surely give that to you next week,” Kaveh called out as you prepare some glasses of water for you two. You sigh once more, leaning yourself against the fridge trying to figure out what to say without hurting your old friend’s feelings anymore.

“Kaveh, technically it wouldn’t be 500 but 1000. 100 for the late fee and 400 because this is the second time, along with the 500. I don’t make these policies, my bosses do,” you replied solemnly, guilt beginning to eat at you.

“Then what can I do to prevent the late fees from occurring!” he asked.

In college, whenever he was in a bad situation, to make him feel better you always started off with a ridiculous joke to catch him off guard before giving some sound advice with a smile. Oftentimes, he’d be smiling back, hopeful and taking your feedback and lighthearted jokes for the better.

Grabbing the glasses of water, you walked back into the living room placing the waters on the coffee table and closing your laptop.

“I don’t know, fuck me or something,” you idly murmured out before chuckling. Just as you were about to give him actual advice, Kaveh fell to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. You gasped, flustered, body shifting in embarrassment feeling his close contact.

“Kaveh! What are you doing! It was a joke! Y’know like I used to do in college!” you stammered out. Kaveh lifted his head up, eyebrows slightly furrowed in determination.

“Well, I’m not! I wouldn’t mind it at all. If this makes those pesky late fees go away, I’d be more than happy to do this and more!” Kaveh replied. You tried forming words from your quivering lips but your mind seemed to be malfunctioning, feeling his lips beginning to trail along your thighs, placing soft kisses along the skin.

“...Please (Y/n). For old times sake?” he whispered.

Your heart tugged remembering the big crush you had on him before and the drunken kisses you shared with him as you attending parties together leaving you longing for more—the memories were flooding you like a tidal wave.

“...Okay, Kaveh…”

With a small smile gracing his sun-kissed face, Kaveh hands trailed up as his fingers hook on their shorts and the waistband of your underwear and gilded them down. He leaned his face in, puffs of his hot breath causing your body to shiver from the sensation as your clit began throbbing in anticipation.

His face tilts closer, darting his tongue out as he trailed a long swipe between your folds. The muscles curled up to brush against your clit, jolts of pleasure rooting through you from the sudden touch. He swirled along the bud of nerves, hands squeezing at your thighs. Your hands reached over to his hair, playing with the soft curls and losing yourself to pleasure.

He flicked his tongue along the nub, feeling your hips beginning to rock along his face. A low groan emitted from you as you ground yourself against him, his lips circling around your clit before beginning to suck. He continued to switch from sucking to rapidly flicking and circling his tongue on your clit while his hand crept up to squeeze your ass so he could keep up with your movements.

As he continued, one hand eventually left the globe letting two of his fingers sink into your dribbling cunt, coated with your arousal and his saliva. He pumped them deliberately slowly, your legs shaking from his delicate touch, wanting more.

“Kaveh,” you whimpered out, hearing him slurp continuously as your slick graced his mouth. He nuzzled his face deeper into your cunt, as his fingers pumped inside your pulsating walls, curling and massaging themselves to get you closer to your high.

Shutting your eyes, your hands traveled to your chest and squeezed it tightly as your voice began to rise, feeling Kaveh’s tongue press harder against the button. You throw your head back, as your high finally reached you. Kaveh struggled to keep up with your movements as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, nursing your high before it fell down.

With slight jitters, Kaveh finally leaned away, lower mouth completely coated in your slick. His tongue was parted out, strings of your arousal still connecting the muscle with your cunt. Your tired eyes stared down in embarrassment, cheeks warm in shame as Kaveh wipes his mouth in content.

You could see the bulge poking out from his pants.

“W-Well! You’ve done your part! So—”

You're interrupted by Kaveh rising from his knees on the floor and connecting his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. You can’t help but moan, feeling his tongue, stained in your juices, roam inside your own mouth as he pulled you closer. He momentarily broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breaths, lips hovering by your own.

“I want to ensure that you don’t go back on your word though. So please, let me ensure your pleasure…” Kaveh breathlessly begged, claiming your lips once more. His hands wandered to your waist as pinned you against the wall—paintings knocking roughly from the sudden movement.

Breaking the kiss once more, he zipped his pants down, revealing his throbbing erection. His cock was flushed, shivering as he took a hold of it as precum budded at its tip, dripping down to the rest of his length. He pumped it a few times with a shaky moan erupting from his lips before using another hand to slightly light your leg up near his small waist.

Your lips trembled as the tip of his cock spread past your folds trying to find your entrance, gathering up the abundant slick drooling from you. As Kaveh lined himself up, he placed his lips by your ear and with a low groan, sank himself inside of you.

He grunted loudly when he finally bottomed out, cock nestled deep inside of you. He pecked at your neck before snapping his hips back, thrusting himself inside of you. The paintings hit the wall rowdily to the pace of his thrusts.

“I hope you’re enjoying my end of the d-deal…” Kaveh grunted out, pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear all of his little noises. You moaned in response as Kaveh reached over to press tight circles along your overstimulated clit.

“Y-You made me so sensitive,” you admitted, as you chirped, feeling Kaveh shifting his angle pistoning inside of you so he was not hitting that spot he desperately wanted to find.

“T-That’s the point. I want to make you cum so hard. I know you can…you're so close aren’t you, eshgham,” he whispered, nibbling on your neck. Kaveh could feel your walls beginning to cave in and spasm, signaling your end was close.

“K-Kav—” Kaveh captured your lips as you reached your second climax, your body shivering pinned against him. Hips sloppily faltered as he furrowed his eyebrows to try to control his own temptations and guide you down your high once more.

As glossy lips part from your own, Kaveh slipped his cock out, pumping it rapidly before a desperate groan emitted from his lips before biting down to try to be quieter. Ropes of cum shot from his tip, smearing themselves on your thighs.

He watched as his cum glided down the curves of your wobbling leg. He let your other leg down before supported your weight on your body with a small smile.

“Easy there…you’re probably very overstimulated. Let’s get you all cleaned up in your bathroom. Where is that,” he asked. You tiredly pointed into the direction of your bedroom as he guided you toward it. As he opened the door, he gently set you down on the rim of the porcelain bathtub before reaching to grab a rag on your towel rack.

“I’m sorry for going a little overboard. I just wanted to ensure I had done my part. Keeping my end of the deal is important to me,” he murmured, wetting the towel up with some soap before wiping it down to clean your legs. As he wiped over your cunt, you whined at the burn of overstimulation getting to you.

“...So, please, please please don’t go back on your word, (Y/n),” he begged, with large pleading eyes. You sighed once more, but to his surprise it was a lot lighter in tone than earlier.

“...You don’t have to pay rent at all for this month, okay? I’ll cover it…just focus on getting the money for the next month,” you whispered. Kaveh lit up as a grin curled on his face. He leaned in placing a tender kiss on your forehead as your cheeks fought against a blush.

“...I missed you Kaveh…” you admitted. Kaveh brushed part of your hair away.

“I missed you too.”

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 1 year ago

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We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

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You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

_______

You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

____

When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

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kelcemenow · 2 years ago

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Let's Stay Together.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2112

Warnings Some strong-ish language and some angst and fluff.

This fic is a request from @fantasywritersstuff and I loved the idea but really struggled to make Travis behave like an asshole! But I think I've done alright with this one! "Hey!! So I have an idea for a request for Travis ! I say him and the reader have a really bad fight/argument and he says something really mean and instantly regrets it and tries anything to get reader to forgive him and in the end they make up !!"

Your eyes scanned over the script on the laptop screen in front of you. Your agent had sent over some scenes for a role in a new movie that the producer and director wanted to see you for and you were intrigued. You had made a name for yourself in your teenage years, starring in Disney movies, usually musical based and after a short break from acting to focus on a singing career, you were keen to delve into more mature characters.

As you read the last few lines, you heard keys jingle by the front door and when it opened, Travis walked in with his practice bag, slightly red-faced and sweaty.

"Hey baby!" He shouted through to the lounge.

You craned your neck in his direction, "Hey! I'm in here."

He made his way to you, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"How was practice?"

He slumped down on the sofa next to you, "Crushed it, baby. You know me, catching shit and running it to the end, man."

You smiled and rolled your eyes, returning to your laptop screen, "Same old, same old?"

"That's right." He shuffled closer, "Whatcha doing?"

"Carl sent me a movie script to look at."

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? What is it?"

You began to type a response, "It's an action, spy type thing. The role they want me for is the femme fatale sort of woman. It's pretty sexy, actually."

He rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, "I don't mind helping you practice for that.'

You giggled, "I'm sure you don't."

"So, you gonna do it?"

You twisted your mouth, "Maybe, I don't know. I'm asking Carl who else is involved."

"Sounds interesting, baby. You'd kill it." He rose from the sofa, "You thought about what you want for dinner?"

"No, not really."

Travis grabbed his phone from his pocket, "I can order takeout if you want?"

You smiled up at him, "Yeah, sure!"

You were just about to close your laptop when the sound of an email notification chimed. You opened your emails to see a reply from Carl.

After tapping it open, you laughed, "Oh Trav, you'll never guess who I'd be acting opposite?"

Travis stared down at his screen, "Shoot."

"Tom Brady."

There was a silent pause before Travis turned his head to you, "No way. That's crazy."

You breathed another laugh as you read from the screen, "Yeah. Apparently he's branching out into more acting and he's playing one of the male leads."

Travis furrowed his brow, "You can't be serious?"

"Yeah, that's what it says." You pointed to the screen.

"No, I mean you can't be serious about doing it?"

You jerked your head back in confusion, "Why not?"

"Because it's Brady. Babe...I can't watch you getting all freaky with some guy I used to play against. You can't do it."

"Why can't I?

You watched him as he paced the floor, "Because I don't want to see that."

"Since when do you tell me what I can and can't do?"

He stood still for a moment, holding his hands out in front of him, "I told you, I don't want to see you getting fucked by Brady."

You tilted your head to one side in defence, "There isn't even a sex scene, and even if there was, It's acting, Travis."

"It's stupid!" He raised his voice.

"Excuse me?"

"This whole, acting comeback thing that you're trying to do is so stupid. Why can't you just be happy the way things are?"

You closed your laptop quickly, "My job is stupid?"

"Yeah." He breathed as he ran his hands over his buzzed head, "No, no. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-"

You picked up your laptop and quickly got up from the sofa, "You're an asshole, Travis."

"Baby...Y/N, I didn't mean-"

You cut him off by slamming the bedroom door shut. You could feel the anger rising in your chest and shakiness in your hands. The one person who you needed to support you was Travis. You had supported him through his years playing football but you were bored of being the trophy wife. Staying at home whilst he was away for games, cheering him on in the stands, being on his arm at events. You wanted more and your passion had always been acting.

You stepped out through the doors on onto your balcony area, holding onto the rail and breathing the fresh Missouri air deep into your lungs, desperate to calm down. You stared off into the trees, watching them move gently as you bit down on your bottom lip. You didn't turn around when you heard footsteps behind you, you weren't ready to speak to Travis yet. Instead, you continued to glare straight forward, tightening your grip on the cool metal in your hands.

Travis cleared his throat, "I ordered dinner...your favourite."

"Okay." You said plainly, with no expression in your voice.

There was a moment of silence before you felt Travis' hand on your waist. You twisted away from his touch, hearing him sigh with disappointment behind you before his footsteps signalled that he had left the balcony.

You took another deep breath, filled with hurt but also a feeling of surprise. You had been with Travis since college and married for 3 years. He knew that after a disagreement, all you needed was space. The fact that he followed you outside and attempted to touch you was confusing to you.

"He must really be sorry." You thought to yourself as you turned on your heels and walked back into the house.

As you paced towards the kitchen to make yourself a drink, you noticed that Travis was nowhere to be seen. You peered out of the window to see that his car was also gone. You shrugged your shoulder slightly and opened the fridge, reaching for some orange juice.

As you were flicking through Netflix, the front door opened and Travis walked in, holding a huge bouquet of flowers. You looked at him briefly before turning back to the TV screen. The sofa dipped as he sat down next to you, almost waiting for you for acknowledge his presence. The tension was thick and when Travis cleared his throat, you turned your head slowly towards him.

"Y/N, baby. I am so sorry." His eyes pleaded, his hands held out the flowers.

You gave him a soft smile, "Thank you for the flowers. But it doesn't fix what you said."

"What does then?"

"I don't know." You stood up, taking the flowers from him and disappearing into the kitchen.

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The rest of the evening had been exceptionally awkward. You had avoided Travis as much as possible, staying away in separate rooms of the house and when you went to bed, he didn't come with you. Instead, you noticed that he had stayed the night on the sofa. The morning sun shone on his face as he slept, a blanket pulled up to his waist and a cushion under his head.

You continued with your Sunday morning as usual, brewing a pot of coffee and making pancakes whilst singing to the radio. You were halfway through Is This Love by Bob Marley, dancing with the pan in your hand when Travis appeared in the doorway.

"Are any of those for me?"

You picked up two plates from the cupboard above your head, "Sure."

"Does that mean that you've forgiven me?"

You shot him a look.

He held his hands up in defence, "Baby, please. Listen to me?"

"Honestly, I don't know what you can say to make all of this better, so we'd both be wasting our time."

Travis took hold of your hands, pulling them away from the pancakes, "I love you so much and I am a jackass for what I said. Honestly, you are the best thing that I have in my life and I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe jealousy...I don't know. But what I do know is that I will support you in whatever you do."

"Travis, the pancakes are gonna burn."

"I don't give a shit. I will do anything for you to love me again."

You rolled your eyes, "I do love you, that won't stop. I'll always love you. But I can be pissed at you...which I am."

Travis lowered his head just as a song began playing on the radio that made him look back up at you.

"I, I'm so in love with you."

You tried to hold your face straight as he began to sway his hips as he sang.

"Whatever you want to do, is alright with me."

You could feel your lips curling upwards when he pulled you closer, "'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."

You hid your slight smile by looking at your feet but Travis used his finger to lift your chin, "Our wedding song. Man, what a day that was. You looked even more beautiful that I could ever imagine. I couldn't stop staring at you all day and all night. I just kept reminding myself that I am the luckiest guy in the world. And I was certainly the luckiest guy that night."

You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were close to his ear, "You'll have to do better than that, big guy. Enjoy your burnt pancakes."

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You smiled at Donna, as she returned to her seat next to you at Music Hall Kansas City. Travis and Jason has gotten their Mom up as a special guest for the New Heights Podcast Live Show and she grabbed at your arm.

"Did I do okay?"

"Are you kidding?" You beamed at her, "You were awesome! Did you hear them? They love you!"

The crowd were still cheering as Travis stood up, the microphone held tightly in his right hand.

"Okay, Kansas City. I need y'all to help me out with something now." His left arm was outstretched towards the audience, "You all know my smokin' hot wife is here tonight."

The crowd went wild again as you felt your cheeks burn slightly.

"And your boy Travis has been a jackass."

The noise continued as he hung his head.

"Uh oh!" Jason shouted into his microphone, glancing over to you in you seat, "What did you do, Travis?"

"I said something stupid, man!"

"Is your mouth getting you in trouble again?" Jason asked from his seat.

Travis rubbed the back of his neck, nervously, "I'm in the doghouse, man. So, KC! Can you help me to get back in the good books please?"

You turned to Donna who was grinning at you. The crowd were still cheering so loud that your ears were ringing.

"Oh baby, let's...let's stay together." Travis closed his eyes and sang into the microphone.

You giggled as he began to dance around the stage and the crowd started to join in.

"Lovin' you whether, whether, times are good or bad, happy or sad!"

Jason accompanied by clapping along and Donna placed her hand onto your back, urging you to get onto the stage. Travis held his hand out and beckoned to you. You widened your eyes as you rose to your feet, with help from Donna.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah! Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad!"

You stepped onto the stage, the lights blinding your right side. You smiled at Travis and watched as he continued, urging the crowd to join in louder.

"I, I'm so in love with you. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me." He closed his eyes again and gripped the microphone with both hands as he attempted the high note.

You laughed loudly and walked towards him.

"'Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you."

Once you were face to face with him, you placed your hands on his strong jawline, singing back to him.

"Let me say that since, baby, since we've been together. Ooh, loving you forever, is what I need. Let me, be the one you come running to, I'll never be untrue."

You pressed a kiss to his lips, without tongues but still just as passionate. His arms snaked around your waist and he lifted you off the ground for a couple of seconds, the crowd reacting with loud cheers.

Once he had lowered you back down onto the stage, he lifted the microphone back to his mouth, "We did it KC!"

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I found it so hard to be mad at him...and to stay mad at him! I kept imagining his sad face and I kept melting! I hope this was what you were wanting? And keep the requests coming!!

Taglist @kkrenae

#travis kelce x reader #travis kelce imagine #kelce x reader #nfl imagine #original story #travis kelce fic #travis kelce #nfl fluff #travis kelce fluff #kelcemenow requests

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months ago

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WIBTA if i cut off someone reaching out for help on tumblr? i am a very anxious person. ive been on tumblr a very long time because most all other social media terrifies me as someone who grew up with the wild west internet a decade past (im in my late 20s) so i feel sometimes with how reckless and spurractic people can be online in chatroom and especially clearly public platforms where any stranger, malicious or otherwise can just archive your digital presence for personal use.

more recently as someone who has been here during the pornban and as an asexual really enjoyed the quiet with no drama farming and a slow pace to talk about more unique political topics in a measured way it is something im strangely nostalgic for and a great example of my sensibilities to people when they insist that i use other platforms like discord or twitter or whatever clone for these services comes out of the old guard introducing feature creep to copy everyone else or any other indi "were the anti corporate version" of the endless scroll apps. i just dont want it. tumblr is special because im desktop only, been here for years, and i have kept track of every single change made so i have manually adjusted the change through hacks to evade every bad decision on here and make my set up look identical to how it was in 2010. so let it be understood that i tend to be a loney person because of this stubbornness. web 3.0 is too dangerous to people with addictive tendencies that my adhd brings out and my need to wear my heart on my sleeve. so i hope i defended my personality type enough to show why someone like me would see a post about some horrible abuses they have fell victim to who also share alot of the marginalized status as me and writing depressive things in the replys of others posts as to attention seek about it.

i directly interact with this person, not only to check if they are real (but wow, modern chat bots make this part horrifying for me. we really cant ever know for sure what is real anymore. trying to find warmth on the internet feels impossible now a days) i have multiple conversations at this point both venting and just casually shooting the shit. but the begging for me to constantly repost their paypal makes me so nervous in a way that i feel so guilty for because it reminds me of all the scams that get associated with this kind of ebegging and the reminder that capitalism takes away all warmth from human interaction to make them purely transnational and conditional. but then it just has been escalating where im so scared that now its not enough that im reposing on my 8 follower, all mutual blog, they are asking me to share it on other socials. accounts i do not have i have a flip phone and a laptop and i am tinkering with a windows 7 tower that will never be connected to the internet so i can always have software sit perfectly in its time capsule for when i need it. i do not have a way to help this person outside of what i learned from collage psyche classes. a part of me is so scared to just abruptly cut them off and just delete my entire account like i tend to do often on tumblr for a multitude of reasons, its a part of what lets people survive being here this long but i worry that would crush them if i did that, i dont want to make them feel more hopeless and unwanted then they already talk about. but i am text on the internet through a screen. i can only do so much. so would i be the asshole if i just deleted my account with a "i hope you hang in there, the world is a harsh place but keep moving" to cut someone so similar to me who is struggling out of my life?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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novamariestark · 10 months ago

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A babysitter, a favour and a Desk

Summary: You used to babysit Alexis 4 years ago but left to focus on your studies. You're now 19, and a simple favour turned into the fantasy you'd dreamt about nightly all those years ago

Warnings: age gap, reader is 19, piv, unprotected sex, babysitter, desk sex, rough, slightly possessive (poorly written by an amateur writer), minors dni

Word count: 1905

Fandom: Castle

Pairing: Castle x former babysitter!reader

Did you plan for this to happen? No. But you’d be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed you mind once… or a thousand times. But back then, it was just a schoolgirl crush on your boss.

For two years, you babysat his daughter, Alexis, but when your exams started and you began to feel the exhaustion from having too many things piled up on your plate, you had to leave. You still keep in touch with Alexis, often she’d send you a question she was stuck on, or you’d video chat and help her with her homework, but Alexis is a smart girl, you don’t actually believe she needs help but just wanted to talk to you.

You didn’t mind at all. In fact, you looked forward to hearing her voice, seeing her face. She was growing up so fast. She was no longer that little girl you used to take to ballet classes and ice cream parlors.

You hadn't seen him for 4 years when Alexis called you and asked you to stay with her whilst he left the state for a case. You were happy to, of course. And he was more at ease, knowing that his daughter was going to be with someone he had trusted for a long time.

The last time you saw him, he was just a father figure, but now... you couldn't help but notice how good he looked.

The moment he stepped into the room, the air seemed to shift. There was an electricity between you two, and it became more noticeable when he wrapped you in a hug. You could feel his body pressed against yours, and his familiar scent made you shiver.

As he pulled away, he looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. You could see the heat building in his eyes, and you felt a blush creep up your neck. "You've grown up so much, [Y/N]," he whispered, his voice rough and low.

"You look the same," you replied with a nervous, breathy laugh. "Just as good." He smiled down at you, his blue eyes sparkling. You could feel the heat between your legs growing more intense by the second. "How long will you be gone?" you asked, trying to break the tension.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "A few days, maybe. It all depends on how long it takes to crack this case." You nodded, "The card for food and other necessities is in the draw in my study, don't let my mother use it, she doesn't know the meaning of the word necessities,"

"Got it,"

And with that he left. You spent the next few days alone with Alexis, just like old times. You cooked together, watched movies, did each other's hair, and even painted your toenails. It felt so comfortable and natural being there, like you'd never left.

But a couple of days later you heard a noise coming from down the hall. You knew it wasn't Alexis, she was asleep, and Martha had a "date”.

You didn't expect to find him sitting in his study with his laptop on his lap. He looked up as you walked in, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, [Y/N]," he said, his voice gruff from exhaustion. "I didn't think I'd see you until morning."

"I didn't know it was you," you said, trying to steady your breath. "I just came to... to check on the noise."

Your eyes unwillingly made their way to his desk, which was the object of many of your fantasies over the years. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. The thought made your heart race.

He looked at you for a moment. Shit! Had he caught you? Did he know what you were thinking about? Was it obvious? Perhaps it was. Your legs were clenched together to get any kind of friction you could.

He noticed and he wants to help you with that. He stands up and walk towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. He reaches out to cup your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Is there something you need, baby?" he whispers, his voice husky and low.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the contact. "I-I'm fine," you stammer.

He smirks, "Liar." Then, before you can react, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is soft at first, just a gentle brush of his lips against yours. But as you respond, it deepens, becoming more urgent and demanding. His hands slide down your back, pulling your body flush against his.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back as you feel his hard length pressing against your stomach. You run your hands through his hair, gripping the soft strands as he explores your mouth with his tongue. You can feel the heat rising between your legs, and you're so wet you can barely stand it.

He breaks the kiss, he notices when your eyes trail towards the desk again, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you breathe heavily. He smirks and pulls you with him, guiding you to the desk. He lifts you to sit on it, parting your legs so he can stand in between them, his hard length pressing against your center. His hands slide up under your paper-thin shirt. His rough fingertips graze across your silky-smooth skin as they trail upwards, towards your covered breasts. You arch your back, offering yourself more to him. He leans down, kisses your neck, your collarbone, before cupping your breasts in his hands.

cupping your breasts, massaging them through your bra. You moan, arching your back, and he takes that as an invitation, kissing and nipping at your neck as he works at unbuttoning your pajama pants.

You feel his fingers slide along the band of your underwear, and then his warm breath on the bare skin of your thigh. He looks up at you, waiting for your permission, and you nod eagerly, unable to form any words. His fingers slip beneath the lace, sliding over your slick folds as he finds your clit. He circles it slowly, teasing you, making you moan and writhe against his touch.

With his other hand, he reaches up to unfasten the buttons of your pajama top, revealing your bare chest to the cool air. His fingers graze across your hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. He leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You can't focus on anything but the feel of his lips and tongue as he works his finger in tandem with his thumb, teasing your clit. Your hips buck up against his hand, seeking more contact. He watches you, eyes dark with desire, as you arch your back and cry out, your body tensing.

"God, you feel so tight," he whispers, kissing your neck before moving down to suck on your collarbone. His fingers continue to work, pushing inside you as you begin to lose control. The tension coiling in your belly threatens to snap free at any moment. You can feel it building, building, building.

He leans in, taking your other nipple between his teeth and biting down softly. The pain-tinged pleasure shoots through you. You cry out, arching your back as your first orgasm of the night crashes over you. Your muscles contract, your body spasms, and you writhe against his hand, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

He watches you, his eyes dark with lust as you ride out the wave of your orgasm. He continues to stroke you, his thumb circling your clit until you're spent and gasping for air. He pulls his fingers out of you and gently pushes you back onto the desk, your legs still spread wide.

His lips trail down your chest, over your stomach, and to your navel, where he licks and sucks gently.

"Rich…" You moan, arching into his touch. He pulls your pants down just enough to free his hard length from them, and then guides it to your entrance. Still wet from your orgasm, he slides easily inside you. He groans at the feeling that engulfs him, his hips bucking forward as he sinks deeper.

His hands grip your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, thrusting in and out of you.

As if you were being pulled to the heavens, your chest rises from the desk, your eyes roll back as his cock brushes that spot inside you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and gasps and his deep, sexy groans. You can feel him deep inside you, his length stretching you, filling you up.

You feel the tightening deep within, the coil of pleasure building, once more. He holds you close, his lips finding your ear, your neck, your cheek, his words hot against your skin. "God, you feel so good," he whispers, his hips still moving, keeping him deep inside you as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

But apparently, he wasn't done with you yet. He begins to pound into you harder, faster. You're sprawled on the desk, his hands on your thighs in a bruising grip as he pulls your body roughly into his. Your cries of pleasure mix with the pain of the grip, filling the room. He doesn't slow down after your next orgasm. He just relentlessly pounds into you, like he's trying to make up for lost time. Like he's just using you for his own pleasure, your body nothing more than an object to be conquered.

You're not sure if you hate him or love him for it. The way he takes you, the force with which he moves, it's almost painful but in the best possible way. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck, his hands gripping you so tightly it hurts, but you don't want him to stop.

He slows but only to turn you over. Your face now roughly pressed against the desk. He wastes no time re-entering your wet entrance. His hips slam into you with newfound force. Your cries muffled by the wooden surface. He thrusts deep, hitting your spot with every stroke. The edge of the desk strokes your clit with every thrust of his hips, maximizing the pleasure coursing through you.

The desk creaks beneath your weight as he uses it to brace himself, his other hand fisting in your hair, holding you still for his enjoyment. You feel so exposed, so owned, but you can't help but love it. He growls, his breath hot against your ear as he reaches climax, thrusting hard and deep one final time.

His weight comes down on top of you, pinning you to the desk as his hips stutter and shudder with the force of his orgasm. You feel him, feel everything as he empties himself into you, as if he's pouring his very soul out through his cock. You can feel the heat of him, the strength of him, the power he has over you. You can feel his erection soften inside you, but he doesn't move, doesn't pull out. He just lays there, his body still connected to yours, his breath mingling with yours.

@mariechristine00 I'm sorry 😅

#female reader #reader insert #richard castle #castle x reader #x reader #castle smut #castle fanfiction

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enhanced-operatives-division · 26 days ago

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ok so im writing this in school so thats y u aren't gonna see this until like noon or smth when i have internet to get on tumblr with lmao

BUT STARSTRUCK AHHHH

SO- FIRST OFF YOU NEED TO GO TO THE IEYTD CONFESSIONS BLOG AND IM THE PERSON WHO TALKED ABT REGGIE FALLING ASLEEP FIRST- READ THAT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE JUST A PERFECT COUPLE

im curious how do you hc they got together after 2 happened :0000

bc i hc that after john survived the fall he got like- taken in my the agency, b ut they had to watch him and make sure he didn't go back and try to take over the world, also hes declared dead- but the agency placed him with reggie bc they can trust him yk

and i imagine their relationship kinda started out rocky and reggie was rlly kinda nervous but still angry yk? juni was just pissed the fuck off lmao

oh oh oh and, it wasn't immediately the one bed trope, juni was originally on reggies couch, but then the couch either broke or phoenix burned it/threw it out a window :333333

imagine this entire rant was given to you by the adhd creature and youll know exactly what i looked like writing this

OMG HEYYYY OKAY OKAY gonna put this ramble under a cut so it doesn't get long but I have thoughts and FEELINGS on how these shrink dinks meet face to face. This may be a little all over the show because I love them and I'm doing this on my laptop to keep up typing with my stream of thought lmao

Don't offence to this as I mean it just as a funny thing that I observed but I think every starstruck shipper starts off with John getting shipped off to the agency and that's so funny to me. I started off with that because of a buddy's AU/Askblog from like 2 years ago, and honestly I think it's a really solid and reasonable foundation for their relationship to be built off! It's the whole forced proximity thing which breeds fondness between them because they are stuck as coworkers basically.

Overall I agree with the way you see it, having written a fic with a similar premise to it almost two years ago now (crazy) but I'll give my more "these thoughts aren't hidden through inference of prose" for your reading pleasure.

Starting with Reggie, I think he is very civil to JJ, especially when they speak, but honestly I think there would be a genuine level of betrayal, as parasocial as it stems from, for Reggie when it comes to Juniper. In the end, Reggie was a fan of Juniper and his work, so that whole thing of "finding out someone you idolise is a terrible person" would crush him because Reggie is a really sweet guy and would likely only like Juniper as much as he did because he thought Juniper was also a good person. This then meaning that he has to share space with that guy, who is probably bitter and feeling another 1000 things (elaboration coming soon), would be really bloody weird! He's got to deal with the whisperings of his old celebrity crush which he had to snuff out basically instantly because oh God he's going to set of nukes is a pretty damning reason to not want a crush on a guy. He's also having to deal with the fact that Juniper has tried to kill his top Agent (and probably friend) several times within the span of a week, and to top it all off he now has to basically play chaperone to him while at the agency? It wouldn't be a great way to kick off a new relationship, platonic or otherwise.

Juniper is a really bonkers kettle of fish in his own right because there's a lot about him to consider. In the eyes of the public, and very potentially the law, he is dead, and potentially has lost basically all his estate to that fact, so the unimaginable wealth and privilege he would be used to is just gone within probable days. It's implied that JJ was a "self-made man"/achieved the "hollywood dream" in game two, so while yes he'd be pissed at losing all of his niceties, he's also just lost everything he's worked for across his acting career. As much as I don't think he'd admit that it's a huge blow to him, it would be, and I think that's shit for him lowk. Also, he's absolutely still healing from various injuries from that fall of his, so that's adding to his angst.

Alas, Juniper is quick to trigger, and I think to Reggie's civil nature, he'd be much more passive aggressive, at least at first. Unlike Reggie, Juniper has no reason AT ALL to like him, so I think the whole idea of Juniper trying to prove himself to Reggie is even more special because it's a genuine act of trying to be a better person. I'm jumping the gun a bit, but you get what I mean. My main deviation from your interpretation, ALTHOUGH I did basically write that into my fic from 2023 (same one as previous, which is the first junicrane fic on ao3 haha), is the whole them living together. I think I prefer them as coworkers so much more, partially because it amuses me, but mainly because it gives them some time away from one another as to be their own character and how they would think about the other in isolation.

ALAS! Onto my other main interpretation of them which splits into two sub-interpretations (and then there's another minor interpretation after that (and a tiny one after that) so stay tuned!). This main interpretation is generalised and unified by Juniper basically surviving the fall, then making his own way back to a mainland and then basically moving to some kind of safehouse and living in secret.

The deviation comes from how Reggie and JJ would then meet. My main interpretation, and one I've considered writing into a multichapter fic before (though I am terrible at commitment so it is staying as a brain-child for now), is Reggie being suspicious of Juniper just disappearing. This came from how on the ARG website offshoot of his desk, there's two different things relating to JJ and I like to think that's from him investigating his death. To me, there's a significant gap between IEYTD 2 and 3, and to try and distract himself on his worry over Phoenix, Reggie basically goes on a non-agency approved man-hunt for Juniper because his "tracking skills are still up to snuff". And yeah! Reggie finds him! And Juniper as absolutely wracked with paranoia from living in secret and it takes everything in Reggie to convince John that this isn't an agency thing and he's not going to get taken away. John is still a bitch, but he's a terrified one, and despite Reggie's better judgement, he feels bad for him, and somewhat takes it upon himself to keep checking up on JJ. I can go on about this interpretation, buttttt I may save my other plot beats incase I want to one day actually write it

My other version of the whole Juniper making it out is, while yes he's still very paranoid, it's somewhat liberating to no longer be in the public eye. The whole "if juniper went to a juniper look-alike contest, he'd come second", yk? I've prettymuch always hc'ed Juniper as gay, and pretty repressed about it being a famous actor in the public image in the 60s, so being able to finally express that to some degree would be pretty fulfilling for him! I actually wrote this one into a oneshot, being the second starstruck fic ever on ao3 so that saves me from yapping so much about it here. The TLDR is that Juniper basically meets Reggie by chance and has to deal with. ALLLL of the feelings that comes with that.

Onto a HEAVILY more AU version of what I think happens post-IEYTD 2,,,, but Juniper staying allied with Zoraxis and being a double agent for them and working in the Agency. My friend Imp has a more positive version of this where JJ ends up defecting to the Agency's side, and I love that, BUT.. I also really love the idea of just keeping Juniper as an evil character. 2 Dimensional villain or whatever, sometimes they can be just as fun as fully fleshed out characters and I appreciate that. I have a very short Spotify playlist which basically is the moodboard for this AU, but basically play Government Hooker by Lady Gaga and you'll understand. Actually here it is. Go my Scarab. I like the idea of Juniper still playing into his charismatic actor thing to get Reggie to fall for him again, only to break his heart and trust again. I don't often entertain this MAINLY because I like them as this insufferable mushy couple but I do absolutely get a kick out of the complete OPPOSITE of this. Putting them under the microscope etc etc

And then my teeny tiny one is my whole post IEYTD 3 theory that Juniper is the Phantom andddddd that he and Reggie end up working together in IEYTD 4 pleasepleasepleaseplease Schell Games make it happen I would KILL for these guys to speak to one another PLEASE it would be great/silly. Alas I really like the idea of it going in a direction with inspiration from Phantom of the Opera because. I like musical theatre and Juniper is an actor and goddamnit it's the Phantom. It would be whimsical

Alas. I have been into this ship for years, meaning that I have had so much time to play around with it in my head and, while this isn't all of them, these are the main heavy hitters that I go back to. Barring one, but that's got NOTHING to do with the canon of IEYTD, and to be fairrrr me and my buddy may make it into a fic project one day so I will hold off on questions about that one for a while >:3

Other than that! I hope this made any sense at all, I really like these guys and I think you can tell, so I hope this was enjoyable to read :]]]

#ieytd #[asks]#junicrane #starstruck #WAUGHHHH this was a really fun ask to answer #I am always open to talk about them so genuinely any additions you want to discuss or anything else you want my opinion on #GO for it my guy I love love love these guys #john juniper #reginald crane #IF THERE ARE TYPOS IN THIS. that's bewteen me and god sorry im probably not going to fix them unless they annoy me #funnily enough i cant really read my own writing so trying to proofread a post is hell for me

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femalemonsterhunter · 8 months ago

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I'm very sorry for the fact that I feel so inactive rn on every social app/site like Insta and DA themselves regarding posting to something like my finished drawings for several reasons 😭💀💀, or somehow I forgot to even post this finished drawing I made in two or three weeks ago.

Also, here's my art style/AU version but (probably or not) the first attempt of CatDog from the eponymous Nickelodeon cartoon show, however, I somewhat deliberately just separated them as instead of trying to draw them as originally conjoined twins, which I can't do for such good reasons. And plus, I even thoughtfully headcanoned their full name, if it's that simple.

Yeah, I more or less remember when I liked this cartoon show SO much when I first saw it on TV with Ukrainian in my school age (and ofc, as I recall, there was also a one Russian language for the voice of Cat), and then ofc in my adolescence, but still in a school age ‘till 2017, somewhere in 2015 to 2016 (if I don’t even know than I remember) as I used to use on big bro’s old laptop as in every way re-watched every episode of CatDog and even drew barely a lot like in my Star Heart Heart (basically known as “Girl and Friends” since was cringy ass old but former name of my Crossover AU project ‘till 2018 or 2019 its name was literally changed to ”Star Heart” atm, apparently) version and others, and ofc I had a constant but weird crush on Cliff, cuz I have no idea how to explain it, but he is still for me a toughy awesome and totally badass dog guy on the list of favorite villains 🙈. And regardless of the fact that he still bullying Cat for all sorts of unclear reasons.

Anyway, any of you guys have also seen this cartoon show before since your childhood or something?

And still, I hope you enjoy my version of CatDog so honestly.

Art and idea names and more for the main CatDog characters are belongs to me (C)

Cat and Dog from the CatDog are belongs to Peter Hannan and his eponymous production/Nickelodeon Animation Studio/Serom Animation/Rough Daft Korea (C)

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velvetcloxds · 1 year ago

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I'M LOST- send me a character, an au and a scenario to write a dialogue for (for example: spencer reid having to question his old crush, rockstar!reader)

rahhhh i am brainrotting about twilight again, hi bestie

So, popstar!reader who’s obviously internationally famous and a global sensation. But also, she’s in a sort of relationship with Carlisle. And I’m thinking like... them trending across the internet and whatnot after being caught on those fancy dinner dates.

so reputation tbh

"It's not a big deal," you hummed into the phone, still clad in Carlisle's shirt from the night before, taking the tray of room service from a wide-eyed waiter, clearly not briefed on who he was going to see in the room let alone prepared to see you in this state. You mouthed a thank you and slipped him a tip before spinning around and using your foot to close the door. "It's not like we were trying all that hard to be discrete," your publicist was on the other end, clearly not nearly as calm as you were knowing you and Carlisle kissing in some foreign restaurant was plastered all over the internet, you could already imagine the tags.

She wasn't, she went into a whole ordeal about how you needed to be more careful, take more security, choose more secluded spots and you made sure to offer an encouraging murmur while you clicked about your laptop, putting the phone on speaker to be able to look at the posts and eat your waffles at the same time. Carlisle was in the other room, he'd been saying he was going to shower for about an hour, but family calls and hospital emails kept getting in the way.

The posts weren't all that bad, quite cute actually, you made a mental note to take a screenshot of one of the pictures for your own stash of pics, actually feeling a little giddy seeing Carlisle open the door for you, cover the doorframe with his hand while you get out and reaching in to take your hand, the one with him kissing your cheek and holding your clutch after dinner was extremely swoon-worthy.

"Are we trending?" Carlisle expected as much, a few flashes and whispers at the restaurant made him realize your private, intimate table and secluded area in town wasn't going to stay between the two of you. Carlisle was very accepting of what came with being your boyfriend, he didn't mind the very many paparazzi that would always find you or the excited fans tagging him in pictures or edits or theories- it also didn't hinder him from continuing to be just as lovely and romantic as he was in private.

"Of course, you've got the whole world swooning," you noted between bites of waffle and ice cream, a breakfast your doctor boyfriend would definitely question. He breathed a little hum, a soft kiss placed to the back of your head as you leaned back against him. When hearing Carlisle's voice, your publicist immediately started talking to him as well, your giggle not hindering her at all as Carlisle spun your chair around and slipped a hand around your waist to pick you up, kisses planted wherever he had the chance as you stole another glance at the pictures.

"And you, my love, do I have you swooning yet?" he teased and he did, definitely did, he didn't need to do much to do so and you nodded, eager to let him know. He was pleased with that, still he held on ever tightly as he carried you with him to take that shower.

#absolutely obsessed with this concept omg #like if you have any ideas for full blurbs please don't hesitate to send them to me #popstar!reader #carlisle cullen #twilight dialogues #carlisle cullen x reader #monique's dialogue days #dear alice dialogue event

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taraljc · 4 months ago

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I am vastly entertained by the technology/resources gap between the Department and SCORPIA. SCORPIA has money, influence, and gadget after gadget, but the Department has paper-pushing middle management, a minuscule budget, frequently condemned offices, and vastly superior HUMINT and SIGINT.

And this is one of the very few shows I can think of and I've mentioned this before where the things that both Kyra and Smithers can do on computers is actually within the realm of possibility. Instead of 'enlarge and enhance' we get 'blow up the saturation and see if we can get a hue and then stare at it until we recognise a billboard'! instead of I will use this laptop to decrypt this program we get I need to daisy-chain 40 machines working in parallel just to run pattern recognition on the code and then even when the encryption gets broken it turns out you have to be physically on site and connected to the server in order to read the nested code.

You have no idea how many times during Arrow or pretty much any MCU film that features a guy in a chair where I have beat my head against the wall, occasionally screaming about how 'hacking' is portrayed.

I particularly love that nobody at Point Blanc ever figured out that Kyra hacked the keypads and that the only visual cue you got that clone Kyra wasn't actual Kyra was the fact that she didn't put in the 0000 keypad code and by the time you register that, Alex has been conked in the head with a fire extinguisher. which granted should have crushed his skull and killed him but I am willing to cut them slack. Although at some point Alex is going to need some serious medical care for all of the traumatic brain injuries he has sustained.

also the timeline is a little wonky in Series 3 like I think it's supposed to be about 2 weeks in February 2023? because there is a time cut between two of the episodes where Alex's wounds from his beat down have had time to heal. but it couldn't have been longer than that because the delivery receipts on the pad thai that hid the plastic gun was dated 10 days after Pritchard transferred into the Department.

That said the data on screens and props is wildly wildly divergent and I have no idea how old Alex actually is supposed to be because if he was 6 months old when John was killed on 6 January 2006, then he is actually younger than he is supposed to be in the first series (although Alex Friend's passport has a completely different birth year then his Gemini file). But the date on the disc says it is from 21 May 2006 which means they may have meant that it was 1 June 2006 but that doesn't make any sense either because all of the dates across the entire series have been consistently written day-month-year.

(also I love the surveillance footage from the bridge where John Rider is supposedly killed that's conveniently goes from black and white to colour and swaps camera angles repeatedly.)

anyway I'm screen capping a metric fuck ton of on screen data to go through later. I've also noticed some small changes to the set apart from the brick patio that appears out of nowhere in series 3 which makes me think because it took 5 years to shoot 3 seasons during a global pandemic that they must have had to rebuild the 42 Collbridge Road kitchen set.

also I can't help but wonder if at one point they were going to try to mess with Mrs Jones backstory because all of her earrings are six-sided like the SCORPIA logo. and how much do I love that they actually have like a little animated logo with a musical sting and everything! I wonder if Damien Cray threw that in for free.

#alex rider

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tojiscrack · 26 days ago

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hey sumaya!! i just wanna say i LOVE the way you write!! im a huge fan of liar liar!! i might sound insane but i've waited patiently for every chapter, ever since the very first one. y/n fics are something im not very much into but you've got me HOOKED. i'm also usually very picky about what i read and you cater to my tastes perfectly!! (i wanna be you when i grow up)

i just wanted to wish you luck. i am currently a senior in highschool, and i'm pretty much going through EXACTLY what you're going through, just in another country. i also have to turn my super mediocre grades into 97% or above and this marksheet determines my entire future 😭😭 so yeah, i know a thing or two about stressing tf out. i'm writing this to let you know that there's other people experiencing what you are - that you're not alone. i'm not gonna tell you that its gonna be fine and to not stress out too much because that's inevitable. it WILL get stressful and you WILL feel burnt out. and it will make you wonder multiple times over the course of the next few months whether its even worth it or not. that's just the way it is because the education system sucks pretty much everywhere 👍 if you ever feel down in the dumps just remember that there's people out here on the internet rooting for you regardless!! we're here for you when it feels too overwhelming and you have very little faith in pretty much everything.

also, please please please take a breather after your exams. its important that you have a little time off. spend some time with friends/family/yourself/nature/music/books/craft (idk what you do to chill so...anyways). even during the next few months, try to cut back on the burn out-y feeling. i'd tell you how if i'd figured it out myself 🥲 but srsly tho, good luck!! see you later this year!!

ps: this will sound stupid but english is my third language but basically one time you used a word i didn't know so i googled it and then somehow ?? i used it in my english exam on a huge question and my teacher complimented my vocabulary 😭 also i scored the the highest (95) in thaty grade somehow (sideplot my friend told her i read fanfiction 2 years ago im still embarassed about it but i covered it up by reading a bunch of books in front of her)

tl;dr: good luck. you'll crush it. we believe in you. 🫶

hi hello hiii 🥹

firstly, you don’t sound insane at all. there are plenty of silent readers out there that i can’t actually acknowledge, but i’m well aware of their existence purely ‘cause of the fact that no story can be published without readers that don’t interact 😋 and that’s perfectly fine 😭

i dipped under the covers of my bed at that. wdym you don’t read y/n stories and yet little old me managed to keep you waiting months for new chapters? 🤭 my ego rn 📈📈📈

‘i wanna be you when i grow up’ — KASJKWJS I’M ONLY 18, DON’T MAKE ME FEEL OLD 😭

‘i’m a senior in high school’ — ahhh, so we’re the same age. you made it sound like you’re one of the very few teen readers i have on here 😫

your advice means the world to me (and more) like i’m levitating off my seat and if i keep reading, i’ll fly through the roof 😭💓 honestly, the harsh truth you’ve given me is exactly that — extremely harsh — but it’s helpful, and i love that about ur message the most <3

as for the whole taking a ‘breather’ after my exams…

i feel like there’s this idea that writing is a chore to authors, but i’d like to speak for myself and say that for me, at least, writing is the breather 😭 like yeah, it can get tedious sometimes, especially when i’m drafting and re-drafting scenes, and writing for hours on end, but it’s a hobby and when i do it every now and then, i genuinely enjoy it 😫

you have no idea the amount of times i’ve had to physically smack myself from reaching out to my laptop so i can write up the next chapter of LL

finally, your english is so good wdym??? like i literally couldn’t even tell that it’s not ur first language, it’s so good 😭 plus it’s such a flex too, to know multiple languages. i’m only bilingual (gonna try and be trilingual at some point, hopefully!) so well done, that’s smth to be proud of! <3

STOP I’M GONNA FLY OUT OF MY ROOM, WDYM MY STORY HELPED YOU OUT? 😭 that’s such an ego boost for me i can’t evennnn 😫💓 ty for letting me know, my confidence just soared

#liar liar asks!#ugh anonnnnn 😭💓#on my five minute study break and hadddd to respond to this #i have a few asks lining up in my inbox rn but i’m getting to them! just a little slow haha #but i’m still reeling #this is the sweetest thing everrrr #genuinely feel like i’ve got sm support #couldn’t ask for better friends on here #honestly 😭🩵#wishing you all the best in ur studies anon!#we’re going through it fr 😤🙂‍↕️

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dreamingonclds · 1 year ago

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Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 968

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

After what felt like the longest 2 weeks Jen and you were finally on the 14 hour flight to Monaco. You could burst with excitement, one of your biggest dreams was to go to a Grand Prix. Now, you were just trying to catch up with the current season. You’re an extremely busy person so the most you could do was check the race standings online. You knew all the current drivers already, following them on instagram and all. But, you had never seen any of the grill the grid videos or any social media content. It’s safe to say you regret not keeping up with it but your love for the sport never faltered.

Jen’s beside you working on her laptop, or so you thought. She suddenly gasps and starts slapping your side causing you to jump

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she semi yells causing some people to give you weird looks

“Holy shit Jen you scared the crap out of me” you say as you put your hand to your chest

“Sorry not sorry” she giggles at you as she places her laptop on your lap

“What was that guys name, Lando, the one you “used” to have a crush on” she says as she add air quotes after his name

You nod yes at her waiting for her to continue

“I was watching some interviews and look” she says excitedly as she puts her headphones on you and presses play

The video starts and it’s a QnA of the McLaren boys, each taking turns interviewing each other.

Looking down at his cards and then looking back up at Oscar, “Who is my celebrity crush?” asks Lando

“Oh umm easy, that girl that sings the song that goes “my heart wants what it wants”. She was in this movie I just watched. Whats her name, oh yeah Y/N Y/L/N” Oscar says confidently

“You know me so well” Lando says proudly, looking from Oscar to the camera

“Oh it’s not like you only ever play her music or have her picture as your background” Oscar laughs and teases Lando

Lando blushes furiously and hides behind his cards, leaning back laughing and nearly tipping over the chair

“See, see, look!” Oscar says pointing at the staff who were also giggling and nodding agreeing with what Oscar just confessed

“You didn’t have to expose me like that man” Lando says once he catches his breath and recollects himself

Looking at the camera Lando says, “I mean can you blame me, look”

He takes his phone out his pocket and shows is proudly to the camera

“If you guys really loved me you would try and bring her to one of the races” Lando suggests to the Mclaren team jokingly

“If you get pole or a win, we’ll see what we can do”, one of the team members says

“Actually!”, Lando and Oscar yell at the same time

“Wait nevermind, I take it back, I’d be a mess around her. Just thinking about it makes me nervous”, he says as he fidgets with his hand and shifts in his chair

…

Now it’s your turn to blush, you don’t even want to turn and look at Jen. Never in a million years would you think your crush would be reciprocated or that any F1 driver would know who you are.

“Jen that video isn’t even that recent, I'm sure that his “crush” has passed”, you say finding it hard to believe

“Are you serious! He has you as his background, on his PHONE! You only do that when you really like someone” she says

“And you know it!” she says accusingly, pointing her finger at you

You shyly smile and turn to look out the plane window to hide your blushing cheeks

“Ok, you have a point but that video is nearly a year old. I doubt I've even crossed his mind recently. He’s been so focused on his career to even think about me. People move on Jen it’s okay, it’s not that serious. Besides it was just a crush, no actual feelings involved.”, you say disappointedly and surprised you feel that way

“So”, she says giving up on her argument

You both sit in silence for a couple seconds before you hear her move in her seat

“Wait” she says as she has an epiphany

“No offense but, why would they invite you to a race? I mean, I don’t think you’ve ever spoken about F1 publicly”

“No, I know what you mean”, you cut her off, giggling at her honesty

“Unless he still likes you, I mean like you said, that video was nearly a year old. He must still have a crush on you!”, she says excitedly

You finally turn back to look at her

“Oh my god, you have a point. They actually made it happen!”, you say agreeingly

“They fucking made it happen!” she yells making other passengers look at your direction

You both mouth and whisper yell sorry’s towards the people and laugh at Jen’s lack of decorum. After you both calm down you suddenly get butterflies on your stomach.

“Oh god, I’m nervous now, I wasn’t before”, you say worriedly grabbing Jen’s hand

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, you are literally Y/N Y/L/N. We just have to dress to impress you know. Might catch more than just his eyes.” she says, smiling slyly

“Classic Jen” you tell her as you slap your forehead

“What? This can be the start of something new! I bet it will be” she says confidently turning to look at you

You turn to look out the window once again, smiling at all the possibilities. Wondering if what Jen just said will have any truth to it.

“We’ll see” you finish

#scenarios #fan fiction #fanfic #lando norris #Lando Norris #Carlos Sainz #carlos sainz #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc #imagines

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idabbleincrazy · 5 months ago

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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang, Jonathan Kent, Lionel Luthor, Evan

Word Count: 4785

Warnings: episode rewrite, s4 au, soulmate au adjacent, soul-bond, angst, smut, Lionel suspects, handjob/masturbation, cum as lube, multiple orgasms, messy sex, anal fingering, anal, coming untouched, intense smut, fluff

Episode Summary: Lex, Clark, and Lana discover an abandoned baby in a cornfield and take him back to the Kent farm. But when the newborn ages to a 7 year old in a matter of days, the trio frantically search for a cure before the rapid-aging disease kills him.

Chapter Summary: Evan ages. Lex suffers a meeting with his father. Clark and Lex take some alone time to keep their bond from fading out.

A/N: the muse finally shook itself loose from where it was snagged on this first in-between scene. Here's hoping I can get thru this a bit quicker now. I had really wanted to find a way for more smut in the barn, but it just wasn't feasible with Jonathan around. Me making their bond so tentative was really just a plot prop to ensure they have sex fairly often throughout the series 😅

Chapter Three:

After shaking themselves out of their stupor of confusion, Jonathan, Lana, Lex and Clark, are a bustling group of worried makeshift parents. Lana rushes over to Evan, plucking him up from the crushed cradle and wrapping the small blanket around his waist as she clutches him close to her chest. Jonathan lets Shelby in from where he's scratching at the door, barking in concern over the flash of light and the way the older farmer had rushed out of the barn. Clark and Lex cross over to Lana, looking over the child in her arms, checking for any damage to the young boy other than the very unexpected growth spurt.

After Clark subtly uses his x-ray vision to check Evan for other anomalies, he lets out a breath of sort-of relief. Shelby has calmed, now sitting in his bed by the couch, eyes locked on the little child everyone was so excited by, watching, just in case the safety he sensed turned out to be false. Jonathan now has Evan in his arms, marveling over the young boy in much the same way he did Clark all those years ago.

“Dad,” Clark calls his attention over to where he and Lex are standing by the kitchen counter, concerned looks on both their faces. Jonathan is surprised by the lack of worry within him at the fact that Lex is here to witness this. “Dad, Lex and I are going to go up to the barn, see if we can find some of my old clothes that Mom packed away, and set up a place for Lex to sleep in the loft. I’ll take the couch down here, and Evan can have my bed.”

“Alright, son. Lana and I’ll go get Evan settled. It has to have been a tiring day for the kid. We can all discuss this in the morning, I guess, since Martha won’t be back for a few hours.”

Clark nods in agreement and he and Lex retrieve Lex’s duffle bag and laptop case before heading out to the barn, both still bewildered by the events of the past few minutes.

The second Clark drops Lex's duffle bag on the couch, he finds himself wrapped in Lex's arms, tears blurring his vision before he even realizes how close to crying he is.

“Clark, hey, baby, it's okay. It's gonna be okay.” Lex is running his fingers through Clark's hair, easing his head down onto his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “I meant what I said at the hospital. I will not let anything happen to Evan if it's in my power to prevent it. I'll bring in my most trusted scientists, keep things as non-invasive as possible, and find out why this happened.”

Lex's mind was whirling as he held Clark close, trying to understand how the tiny infant had aged several years in a flash of light. Energy. It must have had something to do with energy. Like the ripple of light that had exploded past them just before they had found Evan in the resultant crater. The child must be meteor-affected, after all. If he was, this could happen again, and again, until the boy was an old man. They could end up losing Evan to more than just Child Services.

Seeing Clark and Lana with the baby had brought home all that he was taking away from the young man. With Lana, Clark could have had a chance at a family, even if it wasn't his own flesh and blood. With him, who knew if that would ever be possible. He knew it was selfish to take that from Clark, but Clark had chosen him, and he'd wanted the young man too long to refuse. Even if Clark came to resent him for it in the future, he didn't have it in him to be so self-sacrificing as to push him back towards Lana. Lana, who had taken the revelation of their new relationship status with dignity, even though Lex had seen the flash of sadness and regret in her eyes as she'd stared down at their joined hands. They had tried and failed, and now it was his turn, and Lex didn't plan to fail.

Clark sniffed quietly and pulled away from Lex’s comforting embrace, brushing a soft kiss across his lips to lessen the feeling of rejection at the movement.

“I trust you, Lex. I know you'd do anything for Evan. I saw it in your eyes.” Clark huffed a laugh, shaking his head ruefully. “Looks like it was pointless for me to pack those extra items in your bag. Never a dull moment in Smallville.”

“The last thing either of us really has time or energy for right now is sex. Hell, I'm so worn out, I haven't really even been able to feel your emotions the past day; I nearly forgot about it until I realized I wasn't feeling your worry just now.”

“I know. It's lessened for me, too. I don't know if it's because of the stress, or what…”

“We'll figure it out. After we get this all settled.” Lex reached out and cupped Clark's cheek briefly, smiling up at the young man. “For now, let's find some things for Evan and get back to the house before Jonathan comes looking. I think enough people know about us for one week.”

Clark grinned, gave Lex one more quick kiss, and strode across the loft to search for the boxes of his old clothes and toys that Martha had never been able to bring herself to donate. As he rummaged around, he tried to make his mind settle, focusing more on the realization that he hadn't felt Lex through the bond very strongly for the past few hours, not since the nightmare earlier.

The shrill tone of Lex's cell cut through the air, startling them both from their task. Lex straightened up from his box, pulled out the phone, and answered it sharply.

“Speak.” Clark turned at the tone of Lex's voice, concerned. Lex's mouth was set in a grim line as he listened to the caller. Clark resisted the urge to listen in. “When was this? Well, why the hell wasn't I notified immediately? Fine. Where is he now? No, I'll handle it. Stay there.”

Immediately after disengaging the call, Lex dialed the mansion's main line.

“Send Davis out to the Kent farm. Yes, for a few hours anyway. No, that's not necessary, I just have some business to tend to, and I'll be heading back on my own. Thank you, Lucinda.”

The phone closed with a snap, and Lex stalked back over to his bags, grabbing his laptop and stuffing it into its carry-case. Clark stood up from where he'd been crouched, a muted sense of stress and fear wafting through the bond from the older man.

“Lex?”

“Clark, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the mansion for a while. I've been having my father followed, and apparently he met with Genevieve Teague earlier today and now he's on his way here. I need to be there when he arrives, I can't let him suspect anything has changed, not until it's too late for him to try to seize LuthorCorp back from me. Besides, this will give me a chance to get things in order to have Evan looked over. I really am sorry.”

“No, hey, I get it. If Genevieve really is after the stones, and had something to do with Lana getting possessed, it can't mean anything good if your dad is working with her. Lionel's come too close to my secrets before, what with the whole body-swapping thing. It probably is best if you're there to sidetrack him. Just be careful?”

“I always am, Clark.” Lex quirked a grin at Clark's baleful glare and kissed his cheek. “Fine, keep an ear out, then. I'll call for you if I need another impromptu rescue. Give Jonathan my apologies? I'll be back as soon as it's safe.”

Clark nodded and watched with growing apprehension as Lex hurried down the stairs and out of the barn. Another thing to worry about, then.

Lex is sitting at his desk in the study, studying a couple of pictures when Lionel enters. Lex had barely been home long enough to send out a few encrypted emails to the most trusted of the scientists in his meteor division, and order a slew of clothes, toys, and various necessities for Evan. The photos in his hands were merely part of the subterfuge, nothing new to his father, even if he did manage to snag a glance at them. He'd spent his life studying Lionel, knew exactly how to keep under his radar. The pictures were something his father would expect, and something would be noticed even more for their absence.

“What are you doing, son? An exciting new venture, something worthy of a captain of industry?”

Lex put the pictures away in a file folder, just managing not to sneer at his father's condescending, falsely inquisitive tone. It sickened him how long he had fallen for that fake interest, how he had only recently realized that that was merely Lionel's way of poking for information while seeming to give Lex the attention he had always craved from the elder Luthor.

“I'm simply continuing where you left off, Dad.” Lex shuffled some things around on his desk, forcing himself to look vaguely distracted. “Look, I, uh, can't talk now. I've got-”

“Well, we better talk. Genevieve Teague thinks you have the missing element.”

Lex shrugs, keeping his face devoid of any hint of understanding. Lionel huffs impatiently, raises a brow in an expression that screams don't pretend to be so obtuse.

“The one from China.”

“Come on, Dad”, Lex scoffs a laugh. This really is sadly easy. “You've raised me to be smarter than that. Why use Genevieve Teague as a threat? Why not just come out and ask for it yourself?”

And still, Lionel stands, as though he feels he needs the position of height, needs the illusion of power it affords him. Lex has to resist rolling his eyes.

“I'm here as a father who's concerned about the safety of his son.” How Lex manages not to laugh incredulously, he doesn't know. Lionel is fishing, pure and simple, either for Genevieve, or for his own edification. “She had Bridgette Crosby murdered because of one of those elements. You think she'd hesitate to do the same to you?”

“I don't have it.” Lex stands up from his desk, folder in hand, and steps around it to pass by his father, pausing to look him in the eye. “And even if I did, I'd never trust you.”

He's halfway to the double doors of his study before Lionel recovers.

“Lex.” Lex stops, only because Lionel would follow after him if he didn’t. “We haven't a lot of time left to spend together. You can go on for the rest of your life being mistrustful of me, or you can accept me as your father who loves you.”

Back to his father, Lex does roll his eyes this time. Love. He suspects his father did love him, at some distant point in his past. But, he's given up yearning for that love again, for the acceptance and approval he strove for for too long. He has a better love, now, with Clark. A love that is more pure, more real, than anything Lionel has ever had to offer. And he will do anything in his power to safeguard that love. Even if it goes against twenty-odd years of lessons learned at the side of the man behind him.

“She's dangerous, Lex. She-” And, kudos to the old man for perfecting the break in his voice as he tries one last time to find the desperate child once more. “Watch your back, son.”

“I always do.” And, I always will, especially around you, Lex thinks as he walks away without a backward glance, knowing Lionel won't deign to stick around now that he has failed to pull Lex into whatever web he was attempting to weave.

Lionel stares at the empty doorway for a moment, mentally moving an ivory pawn across the board. He can't pinpoint it, but something has given his son a backbone. Something has changed. Lionel didn't miss the lack of expensive cologne in the air as Lex passed him by, the air now redolent of cheap drugstore soap and - hay? No, he can't pinpoint it, but it bears the need for a more watchful eye.

Whatever it is, it can wait until the Teague woman and her whelp are dealt with. Get the element Genevieve killed Ms. Crosby for, find the one stolen from Lex all those months ago, and see what Lana's uninvited guest makes of them. Then, he can deal with his wayward son.

Plan rearranged and settled, Lionel lets himself out of the mansion, directing his driver to head back to Metropolis.

“Clark, I'm safe, but I need you.”

Less than thirty seconds, and Clark is there in his room, slightly wide-eyed with worry he couldn't completely contain. Lex smiles up at the brunette from his spot on the bed, still not used to these now casual displays of power.

“Lex?”

“Oh, good. You heard me.”

“Lex, why did you call for me? I thought you were going to come back to the farm after your dad left.” Lex, still smiling, reached out for him, and unable to keep his own lips from twisting into a grin, he climbed onto the bed, hovering half-over his reclining lover. “Did the old bastard give you a hard time?”

“Mm, nah. Nothing I wasn't expecting. Fishing for intel on the elements, baiting me to pool our efforts. I suspect he's headed back to Mrs. Teague, either to recount his failure or do her in. It'll keep.” Lex tugged Clark until he was completely draped over him, running a hand through the dark locks of hair. “How's everything at the farm? Evan okay?”

“Yeah, he was already asleep by the time you left. He looked so cute, Lex, all tucked up with my old teddy bear, wearing a shirt that has fit me in at least two years. I took pictures. I-I know I told Lana not to get attached, but…”

“I know.” And he did. He was gone the moment he first held him. Like an imprinting in reverse. “I've got a team coming in tomorrow to get things ready at the lab. We'll find out what's causing this, and how to stop it from happening again. Tonight, I want us to reconnect. I kinda like having a direct line to your emotions, and if it is weakened by lack of contact…well.”

Clark chuckled and leaned down to kiss Lex deeply, making sure to keep most of his weight off the slighter man.

“You horndog.”

“Two days, Clark. I've barely been able to so much as touch you for two days.” Lex thrust his hips up against Clark's, his cock already hardening. “Besides, it's well known that sex is an excellent destressor, so, even if the bond is merely being impacted by the constant stress…two birds, one stone.”

“Lex Luthor, I love the way your mind works.”

Clark was more than happy to push aside the worry nagging at the back of his mind and lose himself in the wonders of Lex's body. Hopefully, it would strengthen the fading connection between them. He hadn't liked not being able to feel Lex while Lionel had been here, and had found himself focusing his hearing and sight on the mansion whenever possible. The older Luthor had become more and more of a threat to his secret over the past year, and there was no telling what he would do to Lex if he thought it could lead him to the truth. Where Lex's obsession with Clark had been tempered with love and longing, Lionel's was fueled by a need for power and greed. Clark would take any advantage he could in keeping Lex safe from his father's machinations.

“Hey, spaceboy, Earth to Clark. Even diminished, I could feel fear and anger coming through. No more thinking.”

“Right. Sorry. Where was I?”

“I think you were about to use that superspeed of yours to get us both naked so you could fuck me hard enough that I won't even remember the meaning of the word stress.”

“Oh, yeah. Now I remember.”

In an instant, Clark had stripped them both of their clothes, barely managing to keep from shredding Lex's expensive slacks in his haste. He spread himself back out over Lex’s lean form, groaning softly at the feel of Lex’s hard cock rubbing against his own. Dipping his head down, he captured Lex’s mouth in a wet kiss, tongue delving past scarred lips the moment they parted, swallowing down the resultant moan. All coherent thought fled at the feel and taste of Lex pressed so closely against him.

Lex arched up into the kiss, arms winding around Clark’s neck, fingers tangling in thick hair to hold him closer as their tongues twined and retreated, tasting each other, relearning each other’s mouths. The past forty-eight hours had been so hectic, so full of emotion and surprise, he hadn’t even realized how much he had missed this. This freedom to really touch Clark, to kiss him less than chastely, let it lead to more. Keeping their relationship under wraps was proving to be a bigger hardship than he had thought. Having to stop himself from ravishing Clark every time he saw him, now that he had permission, was harder to do now, than it had been the previous four years. Easier to deny yourself what you’ve never had. Now, though, oh, now, he could touch, taste, feel. His cock throbbed against his stomach, hard as it ever was around Clark, dripping pre-come profusely as Clark kissed him breathless, one big hand sliding down over his skin to grip at his hip, the other braced against the bed to keep from crushing the human with his bulk. Which, honestly, the human wouldn’t have minded so much. It felt oddly comforting, being nearly smothered by Clark’s all-encompassing presence. It felt safe, it felt like home.

“Clark, baby, come on. Want you.”

“Yeah?” Clark panted the question against his lips, tongue flicking out to tease over the scar on his upper lip and pulling a groan from him. “How, baby? Hmm? Tell me, Lex.”

“Christ, Clark, want you, any way, every way. Mouth, fingers, cock. You. Just make me come, Clark. Make me feel it.”

Clark growled, his lips finally breaking away from Lex’s, dragging their way down his throat to nip carefully at his Adam’s apple, tongue licking away the sting as Lex let out a hiss.

“God, I love you, Lex.”

“Show me.”

Just this short amount of time together seemed to be having a positive effect on the bond. Clark could feel not only his own arousal, but Lex’s as well. Given the gasp of surprise, the same could be said for Lex. The result of this back and forth exchange of desire was a heady experience, bringing Clark's stiffening cock to a nearly painful hardness in moments.

“Jesus! Baby, gotta bring the edge off. Not gonna last to even get inside you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Christ, Clark. I can feel you, feel how much you want me. God, I'll never get used to this, knowing this is real. Fuck, baby, make me come.”

Clark complied, Lex’s urgency ramping up his own desperation. Lowering his mouth to one pert, pink nipple, Clark suckled the pebbled nub as he slid a hand between them, wrapping his fingers around both their cocks. Lex keened, nails digging uselessly into Clark's scalp as he thrust up into the tight grip around his aching length. Between Clark's perfect strokes along their shafts and the lust rebounding between them, Lex felt the inexorable pull of his climax hardly a minute into Clark's efforts.

“Fuck, close, baby…” Lex had barely gotten the words out, and Clark tightened his grip, strokes gaining speed, and closed his teeth over the nipple he had been teasing. The added pressure and pleasure-pain had Lex glad he'd soundproofed the room so well, his scream sure to reach even Mrs. McCreary down in her first-floor quarters otherwise. “Yes! Oh, fuck!”

Lex came with a muscle-clenching spasm, friction heated seed surging over Clark's fist, sending Clark hurtling over the edge behind him. The orgasm seemed endless, Lex's own release feeding into Clark's and back again, a strange Ouroborus of ecstasy that lasted longer than the build-up. Clark lifted his head from the abused nipple, still stroking them through their climaxes, and captured Lex’s gaping mouth. Finally, with their tongues tangling and Lex’s limbs wrapped around Clark’s broad body, they drifted down from their orgasms, both cocks still hard in Clark's hand.

“Jesus Christ!” Lex’s head fell back against the pillow, legs flopping down to the mattress in a loose sprawl. “That bond thing, whatever it is, sure makes for incredible sex. If a mutual handjob is that mind-blowing. I can't wait to see how it feels with your dick up my ass.”

Clark laughed breathlessly into the crook of Lex's neck, nipping lightly at the skin. Letting go of their cocks, he slid his come-slick hand between Lex’s legs, fingers seeking out that perfect furl of skin that so closely guarded what was quickly becoming his favorite resting place. Tapping the pad of his forefinger against the whorl of flesh, he looked up at Lex with a grin.

“Good thing you have an alien lover, then. Short refractory period.”

Lex spread his legs wider, welcoming the slick, teasing fingers. Releasing his iron grip around Clark's shoulders, he slid a hand between them, down Clark's chest to wrap around the younger man's cock. Stroking the thick length, he gathered up the excess come, coating his fingers in their combined spend.

Clark groaned at the feel of Lex’s hand on his cock, easing a finger into Lex's loosening hole. As he slid the digit inside the tight passage, Lex moaned and raised a messy finger to Clark's lips. Lex pushed it past his lips and Clark groaned at the taste of them mixed together in the sticky fluid coating the slender finger. Clark swirled his tongue over it as their fingers thrust into each other in tandem, lapping up the come until he caught the taste of Lex-flesh. Feeling Lex loosening around him, he added a finger and so did Lex, offering up more of their heady release.

A third finger, and a protracted groan as Lex leaned up to meet his mouth, helping him clean away the mess before their tongues met in a dance Clark would never tire of.

“Now, Clark”, Lex husked against his lips, thrusting down on the fingers spearing into him. “In me. Fuck me, baby.”

Not bothering to waste even the time it would him to reach for the lube hidden away in the drawer, Clark eased his fingers from Lex's come-slick hole, lining himself against the stretched furl of muscle with one hand, the other gripping around Lex's waist to hold him still in his arched position. Legs somehow wrapped themselves around his hips as he started that first slow glide in, Lex's hands grasping at neck and shoulder to urge him on.

“Yeah, oh, fuck,”, Lex moaned against his mouth, trying to bear down on Clark's cock as it thrust up into him, the bond heightening his need as he felt how aroused Clark was by the grip of his ass around the brunette's thick cock. “Feels so good, Clark. Christ, I love how you feel inside me, baby. Can you feel it? Feel how wide you split me open? C'mon, Clark, fuck me.”

Clark groaned loudly, indeed feeling just how Lex felt stretched around him, how hot it made the older man to be filled so completely, the way it felt when the head of his cock brushed over Lex's prostate, nerves singing with the jolt of pleasure. Securing his grip around Lex, he braced his other hand against the headboard, thrusting into the clinging body at a pace just this side of human speed.

“God, Lex, want you in me like this someday. So tight, so warm, so fucking perfect.” Clark bent his head to bite harshly at the nearest nipple, both men moaning at the feeling of it. Tugging the pearl of flesh between his teeth, he thrust deeper as Lex dug his nails into his un-markable flesh. “Fuck, baby, love you so fucking much. Need you, always. Your taste, your touch, your scent. Everything, perfect and amazing and mine!”

Lex clamped down around Clark's pistoning cock, the feelings swirling through him, his and Clark's inseparable from each other, and the desperate praise and words of need - words that so closely mirrored his own obsession for Clark - sending him spiraling into his second orgasm. His breath hot in Clark's ear, he came in hard spurts, his voice ragged as he yelled out his release.

“Love you, Clark! Always. I'm yours, baby, just yours. Come with me, Clark. Come for me. Be mine.”

He did. And he was. His climax ripped through him, magnified by the emotions flooding the bond, filling Lex with hot bursts of come even as he kept thrusting into the spasming body in his hold. The other times had been nothing, compared to this, his nerves tingling, his body fairly glowing with the power he felt, yet the threat of loss of control that he'd expected was missing. He would never hurt this precious being that had accepted him so completely, so easily, like breathing, he could never lose control of his strength, his speed, his heat vision. The consequences were too devastating for his physiology to even dare to lose control.

When Lex went limp in his embrace, sated and panting, Clark settled the slimmer man back to the bed, easing his spent cock from its snug sheath. He laid himself out alongside Lex, nuzzling into the curve of his shoulder as they brought their breathing back to normal. Lex's left hand stretched across his chest to curl slender fingers into Clark's hair, head twisting to press his lips to the younger man's temple.

“I know I keep saying it, but that was amazing.”

“I know. Feeling what you felt…is that really how it feels when I make love to you? It was so…so intense. I mean, it's intense for me, too, but-”

“Yes, Clark”, Lex stopped Clark's shy babbling with a finger to his lips. “That's really how it feels. Did you think it was just a heartfelt sacrifice, that I would ever agree to bottom if it wasn't good for me, too? Did you think I was just pretending every time I came screaming your name loud enough for them to hear me all the way in Metropolis? I'm not that selfless, and I'm not that good a liar.”

“Yeah, okay. Just ignore me, I guess I couldn't really believe you could feel as much for me as I feel for you.”

Lex met Clark's embarrassed gaze, letting his love flow through their renewed bond.

“Never doubt it.” Lex drew Clark in for a brief, soft kiss before sitting up. “Now, how about we head back to the farm? We should stay close to Evan in case…that…happens again before the lab is set up.”

Clark shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded in agreement. Lex promptly found himself dressed, Clark clothed and standing before him, laptop bag slung over his shoulder. With a laugh, Lex stood and stepped into the loop of Clark's open arms, letting him scoop him up with ease.

“Home, Jeeves.” Clark's chortle was still sounding in his ears when he set him down in the loft less than thirty seconds later. “Wow. And, I really need to stop being so amazed by you, it's very unbecoming of a Luthor.”

“Don't. I like amazing you. I like being able to shake you up like that.” Clark set Lex's laptop down and quickly made up the couch for Lex, setting a spare blanket at one end. “I like the way you look when I amaze you.”

Lex pulled Clark to him, leaning up to brush a quick kiss over his lips.

“How do I look?”

“Like you believe again. Goodnight, Lex.”

Another fleeting kiss, and a whoosh of air, and Lex was alone in the loft, a smile twisting his lips even as he shook his head.

“I never stopped believing in you, Clark.”

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