#need to get faster and better immediately but the problem is I have to start slow and bad you understand

[sweetdispatch]

5 water, 2 air, 8 earth, and 2 fire for the elements blurb please! thank you!

Love is a pain - L. Hughes

v' elements pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: Luke loved you but you felt unhappy in this relationship, instead of being honest with him, you did the worst possible thing warning: heartbreak

You don’t know what went wrong with you and Luke. He was your person and you loved him dearly but after two years, you felt exhausted. You needed a change and started experimenting with your appearance and hobbies. It wasn’t enough, you started distancing yourself trying to find yourself again. 

You were wondering what’s going on with you and quickly you found the answer. It was Luke, he made you feel like you’re suffocating. He was always next to you and he wanted to spend all his free time with you. You hadn’t had the heart to tell him no and your feelings burned out on him. 

You knew you had to tell him that you’re unhappy but you couldn’t. Every time you were looking at Luke’ face, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. He was the perfect boyfriend and the problem was with you but you knew that he’ll start blaming himself if you say that the two of you are over. 

You tried your hardest to ignore him but it was difficult. You were making more and more plans with your friends just to not have time for Luke. But he never was wrong at you for this. He was happy that you’re spending time with your friends and haven’t seen anything weird and suspicious in your behaviour. He was madly in love with you when you didn't had feelings for him anymore. 

At one party, you drank too much. You don’t remember the night but you remember waking up in not your bedroom. The realisation hit you. You cheated on your boyfriend. The guilt creeped over your body and you knew this was the right time to finally break up with Luke. But you couldn’t face him after what you did. 

For the next few days, you tried to collect yourself. You knew you had to do what’s right but you didn’t want to see Luke. You were scared of his reaction because you knew how sensitive he is. You decided to do it. The faster you do it, the better for Luke. A week after you cheated, you knocked on the door of his apartment. 

“Hi baby” Luke leaned to kiss you but you turned your head and he kissed you cheek. 

“I want to break up with you” You said straightforwardly. Luke looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Why?” Luke asked you with hurt in his voice. 

“Because…” You wanted to tell him but you were scared of his reaction. You didn’t want to hurt him even more.

“Because?” Luke tried to get the whole truth from you. 

“I cheated on you” You whispered with your eyes focused on your hands. 

“I didn’t hear it. Look at me and repeat what you said” Luke grabbed your chin to force you to look at him. “Tell me please, so we can fix it” 

“There’s nothing to fix. I cheated on you” You admitted to Luke. His hand immediately disappeared from your face.

Luke didn’t say anything. He closed the door right in front of your face. First tears escaped your eyes but you deserved that. You hurt him and he had full right to do it. You left the building apartment, free but also heartbroken. Your intention was never to hurt Luke but it happened and now you had to live with the guilt. 

Luke felt like his life had collapsed. He loved you and he wanted to propose to you to move into his apartment. He saw a future with you but you went to another guy. He felt betrayed by you. You were his first love and he promised to himself that since the day of your break up, he’s not emotionally available. All he knew was that love is a pain and it’s not worth it.

[keferon]

Sigh. I wasn’t strong enough to stop. I wrote a fic too

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Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine.

The thing is.

The procedure is designed to help.

Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.

Organics are fragile.

Most of the ones Jazz had met were, at least. Flesh is more susceptible to environmental influences than metal. Flesh accumulates damage faster, both external and internal. It often generates it itself.

The processes and causes are often a mystery to Jazz, but he's familiar with the general concept.

Organics are fragile.

That's why Jaz isn't very surprised by the crowds of medical personnel scurrying around a human military base.

As Prowl explained to him, humans don't have the built-in ability to open a HUD and perform self-diagnostics. Most of the time all you get is a vague signal in the form of pain in the injured area or nausea or changes in body temperature and things like that.

Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine. It's weird for Jazz. He's used to coming in for physical exams only when something's obviously wrong. Pilots are supposed to get checks just in case anything about them in theory could start breaking down in the future.

The thing is.

The procedure is designed to help.

Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.

He spots the scientist in purple pretty quickly. A crowd of white-haired pilots is a nightmare to identify but this particular organic catches his attention almost instantly.

He's quite...extravagant looking. And he's practically glued to Prowl. They're involved in something together that Jazz isn't sure about, but Prowl looks...wobbly...when he returns from his visits to Tarantulas. And not in a funny way.

Tarantulas holds a special interest in Prowl. Special access, too. Whenever Prowl is injured, Tarantulas is the one who must be contacted immediately. Prowl's mech system needs an upgrade - Tarantulas must be consulted.

Tarantulas slips into the crevices and oozes between the plates. His hands are all over Prowl's personal space and Jazz doesn't really know what he should do about it because Prowl apparently doesn't mind.

Tarantulas dictates what he can and can't eat. What medications he should take and what software he should use.

Tarantulas gives him these little white bracelets with the information he writes on them for the other medics, because Prowl is special for some reason and only Tarantulas has instructions for him.

Knockout wipes his hands with some kind of special napkin and jerks his head around

“If you're looking for Prowl, he's in the labs for a physical.”

Jazz pretends this information is as mundane to him as it is to everyone else on this base

“Why can't you or the other medics examine him?”

“None of us have time to deal with the creepy experiments Prowl is constantly involved in” snorts Knockout ”Last time I checked his blood could dissolve plastic. Haha figuratively of course! Don't look at me like that!”

Jazz smiles, but there's no friendliness behind that smile

“Is this scientist doing experiments on Prowl?”

“Ah. As a matter of fact. Yes. Listen...” Knockout hastily picks up the first aid kit and walks towards the med bays “You'd better ask him yourself. My shift ends in ten minutes, I'm not in the mood to start anything now.”

Jazz nods

“Suuure , no problem.”

“Can I ask what you do in there?”

Prowl has this...look. The one that shows up usually after he gets back from the labs.

In his head, Jazz calls it “'Wobbly.” It's like Prowl's little organic body's joints are coming loose. If he had joints of course (Wait, humans have joints? Right?).

Prowl squints glumly, looking up at him

“Working on improving my mobility on the field.”

Jazz lets out a quiet “oooh.”

Then pulls himself back together

“Shouldn't that involve working on your armor, and not ..uh. you?”

Prowl leans his back against the wall.

“Installing new thrusters on a mech of my class doesn't make sense. They'll increase its speed, but they'll also burn fuel faster.

And installing larger fuel tanks is something reserved for Strikers. There's no way Orion would approve such an upgrade for me.”

Jazz carefully sits down on the floor next to Prowl. It still doesn't give him a good angle on his human's face, but Prowl stares at the floor anyway so...

“And you found some kind of loophole huh?”

Prowl gives a barely perceptible shrug.

“I did some calculations and noticed that the fuel used to run the Heavy Mechs is much more efficient. It's slower to burn out, and gives significantly better performance. Which makes sense, considering it's needed to compensate for the weight of the heavy armor. Used in my mech, it would give me a ten percent increase in speed and twice as much active usage time.

Jazz glares at the top of Prowl's head.

“Sounds like an epic idea, but I'm sensing a 'but' coming...”

“But it's highly toxic.”

“It's what??”

Prowl rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers

“Only heavy mechs can run this type of fuel because there's enough room in them to insulate the cockpit well enough from any possible chemical exposure.”

Jazz nervously pulls the servo toward Prowl but hesitates at the last second and places it on the floor next to him.

“Prowl. Prowl your armor is lovely but it's anything but heavy.”

“It is” nods Prowl “There isn't enough room in my mech to shield me from any negative effects, so Tarantulas is working on making me immune to them.”

“But that....kind of...why are you letting him? I'm no expert, but sitting inside poisoned armor can't be good for you. I don't know what he told you, but if you had asked even one other medic...”

Prowl finally lifts his head and stares into Jazz's optics for a couple seconds

“He didn't convince me of anything. I asked him to do it myself.”

“Prowl...”

“People have biases against Tarantulas but I assure you, he doesn't do anything I didn't consent to him doing. He likes to go outside the box in his research. He doesn't dismiss my ideas as too harsh. We collaborate.”

“.....”

“The result will be worth it. You'll see.”

Jazz is uncomfortable admitting it, but he sees.

The result is impressive.

Prowl can not only move fast, he can do it for a long time. He's getting more efficient (again), faster (again), better (Prowl's subjective assessment).

The maintenance team wears special masks when working on the internal systems of his mech. The fuel is toxic. Not to Jazz, but even Jazz wouldn't want it to get on his plating.

And humans are fragile.

All organics tend to be fragile.

And Prowl... little flesh-and-blood Prowl gets into this poisoned armor and it's considered acceptable? Because his organic body seems to have developed enough resistance to this kind of damage he only gets a “”mild, easily treatable“” poisoning? And Tarantulas adds another white bracelet to his arm with notes on what substances Prowl needs to put in his drinks to keep his internal components from accumulating damage.

Jazz isn't sure what to think about this.

Jazz doesn't know what to do about it.

And frankly. Does he have the right to get involved if this is what Prowl has chosen for himself?

Tarantulas is a creepy, haunting shadow hanging over Prowl at the slightest opportunity. Tarantulas takes Prowl to a lab and runs poison through his veins. Tarantulas adores Prowl for allowing him to do this.

Prowl insists that Tarantulas is helping.

Jazz doesn't think Prowl is getting help.

[gravegoer]

Hiii! English is not my first language so please forgive any mistakes. Could you do an imagine of Sevika where the reader and her have been together for a long time, and the reader almost dies in battle? (Like, she got shot in a place that bleeds a lot, which makes Sevika super worried) And she makes a little confession to the reader? Saying that she can't lose her and stuff like that. Sorry for the long request, it's my first time ordering 😭😭 Thanks anyway 🩷🤍🩷

Wont lose you ʚɞ

thank you for the request,! it was a bit rushed but I like it anyways let me know if you do :)

masterlist!!

Silco sent you on an important mission, taking down this factory all relied on you. Sevika had insisted on being by your side the entire time, but her request was denied.

Her and two other goons sat on the sidelines to make sure you could get in and out without being seen. No fight. No problem.

Why did she have to get stuck with these guys? She would have been better off down there helping you.

She sat outside the doube doors, one of the men lit a cigarillo for her. All was going according to plan so far.

You had gotten in and deactivated some machines. Now you needed to get out.

Sevika, your long time girlfriend was worried. Despite not wanting to admit it you could tell by the look on her face before you crossed the threshold to the factory.

You chuckled to yourself, thinking of how she patted your back on the way in as encouragement.

But you were confident you could carry this out without a hitch.

What you didn't know is there weren't just guards on the outside.

Your footsteps echoed throughout the seemingly empty factory. All you had to do was pour gasoline around the inside perimeter and on the machines and strike a match. It's not that hard.

You were bent over a machine, checking out the parts and gears before you feel a sharp pain of a blunt object on your back. Turning around you instinctively grab it.

A tall, lanky woman stood towering over you. Before she could pull it from your grasp, you kicked her in the stomach. She stumbled backward with a grut. When you dropped the bat, you were met with another thwack to your head.

You let out a muffled cry, biting your lip. You heard the woosh of an object and half-ducked-half-fell. An ambush. How mature. Another metal bat slammed into the ground beside your head. A broad figure stood over you, moving to hit you again. You rolled to the left but not without getting a swift kick to the stomach.

"Urgh." The wind was knocked out of your lungs. But you had no time to hesitate, jumping to your feet and blocking the next strike of the bat with your forearm.

You grabbed it and pulled it forward, bringing the weilder with it. Letting go with one hand, you slam your fist into their throat. The woman from before came back around, picking up her bat again. You met her metal bat with the one in your hands.

It's okay. You could win. The mission was still going according to plan. Two people with bats you could easily take on. You heard a familiar cocking behind your head.

"Drop it"

Fuck.

You didn't.

Instead, you turned to deliver a high kick to their head. But they managed to pull the trigger faster than you could land it.

Bang

You let out a shrill cry and clutched your side. Blood seeped through your fingers and stained your shirt.

"I told you to drop it," Their deep voice hissed.

You could hear three people rushing into the factory, footsteps echoing throughout the establishment. The person that shot you turned their attention to your team. The trigger happy idiot immediately started firing.

Bullets ricochet against the metal. Sometime amidst the chaos, you started to lose consciousness. Black spots littered your vision, and you finally dropped to your knees. A figure bent over you, yelling incoherent things. She jad a hand on your back, gripping your shirt between clammy fingers.

Looking up, you saw Sevikas distressed expression. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and there was a worried crease between her brows. She was shouting things you couldn't quite make out. Maybe something like "We need to leave" or "We are lighting it up." Maybe both.

She grabbed your legs, hand still on your back and hoisted you into her arms. You could feel her warm arm on your upper back and the hardness of her prosthetic against the back of your legs.

In your groggy state you looked up to Sevika, her teeth gritted as she ran throughout the factory with heavy steps. You could hear an explosion come from far behind you.

A ringing in your ears.

She looked down at you.

Then you passed out.

What seemed to be a few hours later, you groggly awoke. Light seeped into your vision and you attempted to get up. "Fuck," A sharp pain shot through your side.

Oh, right. You got shot.

You looked down to where you now held your side, but instead of blood like how you expected, there are sterile bandages. They wrapped around your now mostly bare torso.

Looking around the room, it seemed familiar to you. Right before you could put your finger on it your girlfriend came walking into the room, holding a glass of water.

Her eyes shot wide open, and she started walking a little faster towards your bedside. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

You laughed at her suprise, "Yeah. Now that you're here"

Your voice was raspy and dry. You reached out for the water in her hand. She instead pushed your hand down and brought the cup up to your lips herself.

"I thought I'd lost you," She sighs in releif.

You took big gulps of water. She had just finished smoking. You could smell it on her hands. You pulled your lips away from the cup and she brought a thumb to your mouth to wipe away stray water droplets.

It was your turn to ask, "Are you okay?"

She let out a dry laugh, "You're the one sitting in bandages in my bed, and you're asking if Im okay?"

She brings her larger hand to your arm, rubbing circles into your skin. Her rough calloused hands brought some comfort to you.

"Im sorry I let that happen. I shouldn't have let you go in there alone. Silco was wrong," She grumbled, clutching her temples.

"Hey, I can do things by myself. It was an unfair attack." You chimed in.

"I don't care. I dont know what i would do if i lost you in there," She spoke firmly.

Her lips were pursed into a straight line. Trying to calm that tension you reached up to grab her face, bringing her lips to yours.

Her lips chased yours when you pulled away. Hissing as you grabbed your side again. "Shit, do i need to change your bandages?" She got up, already heading for the cabinets.

You were usually the one to dress her wounds, not the other way around. "Aww, you bandaged me up?" You cooed.

"Shut up"

[lovelettersfromluna]

One of Your Girls

Summary: When Ellie’s usual filming partner tells her she’s gotten into a relationship, she ends up needing to find a new one, who better than her sweet little roommate? Only problem is, her content is quite…special.

an: I’m keeping this short and sweet bc I’m honestly desperate for this. Anyways, enjoy camgirl!Ellie, hehe. Mwah love you (also HAPPY HALLOWEEN)

Warnings: smut!! MDNI!! 18+, camgirl!Ellie, Ellie and reader are roommates in this one, biker!Ellie bc I felt like it (more of it in future chapters), mentions of strap usage, mentions of the word ‘cock’, ROSE TOY, fingering, dirty talk, praise, mentions of sex work, filming of said intercourse, let me know if I missed anything! (Not proofreading)

Part 2 is out now! Read here!!, and part 3 here!!

Ellie groaned softly, her tattooed hand gripping the girls plush hips, her own bottom lip tugged between her teeth as she watched the girls ass bounce with every thrust. The way she whined and moaned as Ellie fucked into her mercilessly, perfectly manicured hands gripping her bedsheets as she tried her best to hang on, babbling incoherent words, ones that Ellie could only make out to be asking her to go faster.

Ellie’s hand came around to the girls ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she spanked her hard, receiving a loud whine from the girl. “You fuckin’ like that…don’t you…such a fucking slut” she groaned out, voice low and sensual, dripping with the sound of want and dominance.

Ellie smirked softly as the girl nodded eagerly, immediately agreeing with Ellie, agreeing with the vile things she said. It was so easy, getting them to say and do exactly what she wanted, especially when she had them like this, desperate to cum.

The sound of her laptop ringing made her smirk, her eyes drifting over to the camera that was pointed towards them. “Bet you all wish that was you, huh? Tell them how good it feels baby…go on” she hummed out, head cocking to the side as she watched the girl moan and whine beneath her.

As soon as she did, multiple dings started coming in through Ellie’s laptop, making her smirk softly. Her eyes never left the girl beneath her, her strap bumping against her clit with every thrust, making her groan loudly, knowing she was just as close as the moaning girl beneath her was.

And soon, they were both a moaning mess. Ellie’s strong hands gripped her hips as she hunched over her back, pressing soft kisses against her sweaty skin, massaging her ass, knowing she must have been sore from all the spanking she’d done.

By the time she straightened out her back to look at the chat, she chuckled softly, pushing her brown fringe from her sweaty face as she slowly pulled out of the girl, causing her to whine.

“I don’t think so…that’s more than enough for the both of us” she rasped out, a soft hiss leaving her lips as she looked down at the strap that was soiled with the girls arousal.

She reached over, only her lips visible to the camera as she let her hand hover over the button that allowed her to stop recording. “Thanks for joining, guys…always appreciate putting on a show for you” she hummed out, flashing her audience a toothy grin. She turned around, looking at the girl that was nearly passed out completely on her bed. She let out a soft chuckle, tugging off the strap that hung on her lower half, tossing it to the side before she crawled over to the girl, both of her arms caging the girl on either side of her body, knuckles pressing into her mattress as she dipped her head down, lips ghosting over her ear.

“You with me, baby? Stream ended already” she hummed out softly to the girl, which earned a soft noise from her in return. Ellie chuckled, giving her ass a gentle spank before she pushed herself off of the bed, a low groan leaving her lips as she stretched out her sore limbs. She watched was the girl on her bed slowly came to, lifting herself up slowly, She smirked to herself, chest always swelling in pride whenever she caught sight of the aftermath of one of her girls, how she’d wrecked them completely.

She was still wearing nothing but her sports bra and a pair of cotton underwear, so she moved to her closet and grabbed a t shirt and sweats, turning to the girl on the bed who was now sitting up with a fucked out expression that Ellie loved so much. She chuckled, taking slow strides towards her. Her strong hand came up to rub her head softly, a soft hum leaving her chest.

“Went too hard on you?” She questioned softly, slightly worried that she’d pushed the girl too far. She felt a sense of relief when she shook her head, a soft yawn leaving her lips which cause Ellie to smile. “Get outta here…I’ll call you an Uber” she promised, to which the girl sleepily nodded and got up from Ellie’s bed, leading Ellie to her bedroom door so that she could leave.

You on the other hand? You were cuddled up on the couch, your favorite blanket wrapped around your body , a twizzler perched between your lips, the bag cuddled into your chest as you stared intently at the glimmering vampire on your tv.

And that was the difference between you and your roommate, because while she was fucking her pretty filming partner into the mattress, making enough from her streams and videos to pay the rent entirely for both of you, you were binging another shitty movie franchise for the thousandth time.

You figured they’d be making their way out of Ellie’s bedroom once you heard the knocking of Ellie’s headboard against the wall stop, and the breathy little whines of her partner, Julia, came to a stop as well. And like clockwork, a very happy looking Julia was coming out of Ellie’s room, Ellie following close behind.

You giggled softly, Julia walking over to the couch and plopping down next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You cradled her head against you, eyes craning up at Ellie as you gave her a fake disapproving look.

“Jesus, Ellie….the hell did you do to her?” You try sternly, which makes Ellie roll her eyes. Shes leaned up against the wall, arms crossed as she eyes the both of you. “Please…she’s the one that told me I wasn’t going hard enough” she argued. You giggled softly, looking down and giving Julia a gentle nudge.

“You’ll be good to go home, baby? You know you can stay here if you need to” you reassure her. Ellie cuts her off before she can respond, “no she can’t” she quickly interrupts, to which you roll your eyes. Julia giggles lazily, pushing her head off of your shoulder as she hummed softly. “Ellie knows if I stay she won’t be getting any sleep” Julia teased gently, giving Ellie a soft smirk before she got up off the couch, giving a big stretch paired with another yawn before she nodded her head towards the door while looking at Ellie.

“Walk me out?” She hummed softly. Ellie nodded, pushing herself off of her spot against the wall and walking Julia to the door. From your spot on the couch, you can hear soft mumbling between the two, paired with the soft sounds of a kiss before Julia leaves.

To anyone else, the scene would look like a girl sending her girlfriend off after a night of hanging out. A happy couple who were definitely in love with one another. It made it very clear why people loved seeing them together on Ellie’s streams.

They looked so good together.

You tried not to stare, your eyes quickly averting back to the tv, trying to catch up with whatever was happening in the movie you were watching. Ellie made her way over to you, plopping down onto the couch next to you with a loud sigh. Her hand came up to you, tugging the twizzler out of your mouth and promptly putting it in her own, which makes you huff softly.

“Back off. Go find a post sex snack somewhere else” you tease her, yet still grabbing the bag and putting it between the both of you. Ellie chuckled softly, her eyes never leaving the tv. She groaned softly, her hand shoving into the bag and grabbing a handful of red ropes before she nodded her head to the tv.

“How can you watch this shit, man? They don’t even fuck properly” she complained. You hum softly, nodding slowly as if you were processing her words. “I would agree….but does the world really need to see that? Because personally I’m fine without it” you hummed out, giving a proper response as if the conversation really even needed it.

Ellie shrugged, moving down to grab your legs and put them on her lap, her tattooed hand massaging your calves slowly as she continued watching the movie and munching on your candy. “Hm…who knows” she hummed out before you two fell into a comfortable silence, and continued watching the movie.

And that’s how things usually went with you and your roommate. She’d film something, you’d be out in the living room watching a movie, and she’d come out when she was finished and join you. The night never went without cuddling from Ellie’s end, and yours of course. Ellie always ran cold, constantly seeking out your warmth whenever you were close. The night would usually end with one of you falling asleep on the other, and staying there until the wee hours of the morning, that is until you woke up first, tugging Ellie off the couch and sending her to her room, which almost always resulted in her whining for you to come with her.

That’s what life was like with your cam girl roommate.

You let out a soft sigh as you walked into your apartment, a soft frown on your lips as you began tugging away at the layers on your body. It was the one thing you hated about the colder months, having to leave the cozy record store you worked at, out into the cold air, eager to get to your even cozier home.

You looked down at the little entrance rug on your floor, noticing that Ellie’s sneakers were tossed next to them, and her helmet was on the entry table, meaning she was home. It was Friday night, so it meant she’d be filming today.

Or at least, she was supposed to.

If you recalled from the many annoyed little rants from your roommates end, Julia had been flaking on her for the past few weeks. Apparently, it started out with her missing one day of filming, telling Ellie she had something she couldn’t miss. Ellie mentioned she was vague about that ‘something’. Then, she started flaking multiple days in a row, skipping out on the schedule Ellie had organized for the both of them to film together, something they’d agreed on very early on in their friendship.

That was three weeks ago.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t really remember the last time you’d send Julia, and to be quite honest, you missed her. Sure, she was the girl your roommate fucked regularly, but it was a job, at least that’s how Ellie put it, and you truthfully saw Julia as a friend, always wishing she’d stick around after she and Ellie were done to hang out. Ellie weirdly never allowed that to happen though. You never questioned it.

The lack of banging and moaning was a clear indication that Julia’s three week streak had turned into four, and you most likely wouldn’t be seeing her tonight.

Regardless, you knew Ellie was home, but you opted to leave her alone until she made her way to you. It was frustrating for her, and you could sympathize with that, of course.

After you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in your favorite pjs (the ones you always saved for the weekends, Friday nights to be exact), you moved to the fridge in your little kitchen. You grabbed a random can of alcohol, needing to blow off a bit of steam before also grabbing a bag of chips, tucking it between your arm and moving to the living room.

And now, for the weekend festivities to commence.

Ellie most likely heard all of the shuffling that came with you getting home, because as soon as you’ve settled onto the couch, your favorite blanket draped over your bare legs, she’s emerging from her bedroom.

You can tell she’s annoyed, because there’s a faint frown on her lips, and her eyebrows are slightly furrowed. You decide not to say anything, since you know it’ll most likely receive nothing but a short hum from her end.

It’s sort of like the night is in reverse, because she’s plopping down next to you, grabbing your snacks, shoving her hand into the bag quietly as she waits for you to put something on, but there’s no Julia, only a frustrated Ellie sitting next to you.

You eye her for a moment before you begin flipping through the various movies on your screen. “Julia cancelled again, hm?” You question softly, yet you know the answer to that question already.

Ellie scoffs softly. “Yep…and you’ll never guess why” she mumbles out, words hanging in the air as you continue scrolling through, waiting for the big reveal.

“She’s got a fucking girlfriend now” she groans out.

You weren’t entirely sure what the reason behind Julia’s disappearance was going to be. You’d thought about it a bit, muling over the mystery and trying to figure out why she’d suddenly dropped the gig out of nowhere. You thought it might’ve been schedule conflicts, or maybe she’d gotten a new job, or maybe she just wasn’t for the work anymore, which was entirely understandable.

But a girlfriend? That was not on your list at all.

Your eyes went a bit wide for a moment before they flickered towards Ellie, watching as she let out a soft huff before shoving a handful of Cheetos into her mouth.

What would you even say? Comfort her? Say nothing? It was quite the unique situation. It wasn’t as if Julia and Ellie were dating, they were…coworkers, partners that worked on something together because they had good chemistry and it was good money. They were barely even friends, so how on earth were you supposed to comfort your annoyed friend with such a strange situation?

Your lack of a response leaves a wider gap for Ellie to continue speaking, so she does.

“And it’s not even about it the fuckin content anymore, you know? I can do solo, that’s fine….she just didn’t even have the decency to tell me that’s annoying” she complained, to which you nodded slowly as you gave her your full attention.

She lets out a long sigh before her words fell into a mumble. “I’m fuckin….im pent up, man….fucking yourself only gets you so far” she admitted, making you freeze for a moment.

Because sure, you and Ellie had been living together for a while now, there really weren’t any boundaries you hadn’t crossed. You were very familiar with Ellie’s side job, and you were fully supportive of that. You knew that it was beneficial to her in more ways than money, and of course it was! Sex was healthy. You knew that after a week filled with the chaos of the world and her main 9 to 5, she needed to blow off some steam from time to time, which is where her second job came in handy.

But fuck…hearing her talk that way flipped you upside down for a moment.

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words for your friend before you gave her a gentle nod. “I know what you mean…is there anyone else you can call? At least just for a quick round” you tried, knowing Ellie definitely had no problems with finding a pretty girl to consume her time if needed.

She merely sighed, nose scrunching a bit at your suggestion before she shook her head. “One night stands freak me out…” she explained, a soft puff of air blowing past her lips as she slumped further into the couch, staring up at the ceiling as her dark hoodie engulfed her body, swallowing her up.

You two sat there in silence, a soft pout on your lips as you racked your brain for another solution. You felt bad, because while you usually took from your own personal experiences to help your friends out when they were in a pinch, you just couldn’t remember the last time you were in a situation even close to Ellie’s.

And it’s like she’s reading your mind, because suddenly she speaks up again.

“Why don’t you film with me tonight?” She blurts out, clearly not giving her words any second thought before they were passing through her lips.

You can’t control the laugh that escapes your lips, quickly snatching your chips from Ellie’s lap as you continue scrolling through the movies on the tv, not even giving Ellie’s words a second thought. “That’s cute. What about that girl you went on a date with? Jasmine? Man you really have a thing with the letter J, huh” you teased, grabbing your blanket and tugging it further over your body once you settled on a movie.

Ellie groaned softly, grabbing the remote control and turning off the tv entirely as she sat forward a bit, body facing yours as she tried getting your attention.

“I’m serious. Who better than you? We know each other, you aren’t busy tonight, not to mention you’re hot as fuck.” She breathed out shamelessly

You try to ignore the way your chest burns at her words, warmth radiating all throughout your body. Of course you thought the same of Ellie, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t gawk at your roommate from time to time, but that’s the thing, she was your roommate. You never truly let your mind wander there, knowing that what you and Ellie had, wasn’t that.

You figured that if you don’t say anything, she’ll just drop it.

She doesn’t.

She groans softly, tugging your blanket off of your body, which earns a wide eyed look from you and a soft gasp, appalled that Ellie would ever interrupt your post work cozy time, even if she was basically asking to fuck you in front of thousands of people….digitally.

Once you’re looking at her, you can see just how serious she is. Her green eyes are wide and almost excited looking, pink bottom lip tugged between her perfect teeth, eyeing you closely, eager for your response. You can tell she wasn’t even nervous if she’d crossed any boundaries, she just wanted to see if her genius idea was as smart as she thought it was.

You let out a soft whine, throwing your head bag into the couch as if to break her intense gaze. “Come on Ellie, seriously? We both know I’m not what your audience wants to see….they want a Julia! You can’t just go from her to me and expect the same response” you explain, hating that you even had to explain this to Ellie.

Ellie looks like a kicked puppy when she registers her words, genuine shock on her face for a moment before she’s immediately arguing with you. “Are you fucking kidding me? Have you seen yourself?? How could anyone not want to see you absolutely wrecked on camera? Jesus, I’d pay big money for that shit” she huffed out, clearly angry with the way you were speaking about yourself.

You have the urge to argue against her again, complain that she’s only saying that stuff to you because she’s your friend and she knows it’ll get what she wants, which you know is a lie. Ellie could have anyone to be her filming partner, and you knew that. There was no reason at all for her to lie.

Before you can though, she’s grabbing your wrists and tugging you up so that you’re sitting up and facing her. Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips for a moment before she sighs softly.

“I’m not gonna force you into anything…if you want me to stop, I’ll drop it and we can never talk about this again…” she assures you, those big green eyes filled with the truth before she continued speaking again.

“But I’m just asking…as a friend…we can try filming a video, and if you don’t like it, I’ll scrap it completely and look for someone else” she explained, words slow as she wanted you to hear everything, hear all of it and truly understand how honest she was being.

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I knew it wouldn’t work” she hummed out again, and her soft words finally make you move your gaze from the floor to her eyes, it makes your breath hitch for a moment because Jesus, why does your roommate have to be so goddamn intense?

You think about it for a moment, weighing out all the pros and the cons, trying to truly contemplate what could actually go wrong if you did agree to do it. Ellie was fully anonymous online, as much as she could be, and you knew she’d protect you entirely as well.

Plus…you always sort of wanted to know what it’d be like to experience what one of Ellie’s girls experienced behind her bedroom door.

You inhaled deeply, knowing that there was a huge chance that everything could change once you did this, yet something in you told you that it’d all be alright regardless.

You gave her a slow nod before cracking a half smile. “You better make this worth my while, Williams” you teased, which makes her chuckle softly, a teasing smirk playing on her lips as she nodded slowly.

“You’ve seen the aftermath of my work, you won’t be disappointed, baby”

You don’t usually go to Ellie’s bedroom.

Mainly because it’s where she films, and not that anything is wrong with that, you’d just hate to overstep. If you two ever wanted to hang out somewhere other than the living room, your room was the place to go.

Sitting on Ellie’s bed, you realize how professional about this she really is. Her bedroom is dimly lit, already setting the mood for you both. Her bed is made, her laptop is open, and she’s setting up her camera on her tripod next to you, angling it so that it’s a bit more to the side instead of aimed directly in front of you.

Once she’s finished, she nods to herself, happy with the placement. She leaves for a moment, making you frown in confusion, but she returns with a few bottles of water, setting them on her desk before she turns towards you, her hands clasped together as she tried to think of anything else the two of you might have needed.

The image of you quietly sitting on her bed catches her attention, and she quickly turns the camera away from you, moving to sit next to you. “Don’t worry..it isn’t on yet” she promises you, a soft smile on her lips. She can see the way you’re quietly taking it all in, understanding fully.

“It’s always scary doing it for the first time” she reassured you, to which to rolled your eyes, giving her a playful nudge. “Please, you’re acting like you’re taking my virginity” you teased her. Your words make her chuckle softly, a sense of relief washing over her when she sees how normal this is, how you two haven’t changed yet despite the circumstances.

She eyes you for a moment, a bit of silence washing over you before she rests a gentle hand on your thigh. “Remember…we can stop at any time” she promises, giving you a slow nod. You eye her, feeling your heart swell for a moment before you nod as well, giving her a soft smile. “I trust you, Ellie” you hum softly.

Ellie gives you a smile in return before she sighs softly, eyes scanning over your face for a moment before they settle on your lips. She tugs her own between her teeth before she looks up at you hesitantly. “Gonna…warm you up a bit before we start, okay?” She explained gently, to which you give her a soft nod, eyes never leaving her green ones.

You’ve always thought about what it would feel like to kiss Ellie.

It wasn’t a lingering thought. It came from time to time, whenever you got too drunk, or you were in that delicious state between sleep and wake and didn’t have much control over where your thoughts drifted off too, you’d think about your roommate, and how soft her lips looked. You’d think about how good she probably made all those girls feel while they were filming.

But everything that you might have imagined in that past couldn’t come close to this.

She tastes of what you can only describe to be, Ellie. Her tongue is soft and warm, and so fucking wet. She explores your mouth slowly, mouth moving against yours in a way that clearly indicates how fucking good of a kisser she is. Your mind is already fuzzy, and you’re embarrassed by the fact that she’s barely kissed you and you can already feel your arousal pooling in your panties.

Ellie groans into your mouth, one of her hands coming down to give your waist a squeeze before she pushes you back a bit to lay on her bed. You gasp softly when you feel her knee push between your legs, slowly moving against your core. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue further into your mouth, dominating the kiss as her large hands roam your body, feeling and squeezing, caressing you in a way you can’t remember the last time was done.

It’s a simple make out session, but you feel like you’ll lose your mind if you don’t have her soon. Her toned thighs are moving against the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, her soft lips working against yours, deepening the kiss with each passing moment. It went from soft, to needy so quickly, it made your head spin.

You aren’t sure how long she had you there, her thigh grinding into your core, hands massaging your hips, her mouth swallowing all of the needy whines and huffs you gave her. Your hands were in her hair, tugging and keeping her close, it mad her smirk against your lips. Soon, you’re whining even more because she’s breaking the kiss and staring down at you. She’s trying to catch her breath just like you are, your own chest rising and falling a bit quickly, glossy eyes staring up at her with need.

God, Ellie loves that fucking look.

“Wanna keep going?” She asks, and you haven’t been so sure of anything in your entire life. You give her an eager nod, to which she chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing another soft kiss to your lips before she pushes herself off of your body, and goes over to set up the camera.

You blink a few times, almost taken back by everything that was happening. You sit up on the bed, watching as Ellie concentrates on setting up the camera. Its like she could do anything right now, and you’ll be on her knees.

Because why the fuck does she look so hot turning on a camera.

You chalk it up to just being so horny you feel like you’ll pass out.

Ellie nods to herself before she looks over at you, nodding her head towards where she’s standing. “Come stand over here with me” she directs you, and you’re obediently walking over to stand next to Ellie, eyes looking down at the screen on the expensive camera.

You can see where it’s pointed at towards the bed, standing a little ways from the foot of the bed, giving it a much more authentic look than if it were to be aimed right at you and Ellie. You feel a gentle hand on your hip, and Ellie brings your hand up to a little button on the edge of the camera, her lips dipping down to rest against your ear.

“I’m gonna go sit down, and when you’re ready, I need you to press this button…alright baby?” She hums softly against you, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

You can’t even speak, giving the girl a gentle nod, to which she chuckles softly before she pats your waist gently. “Good girl…” she mumbles against you before she leaves your side.

On the other side of the camera, you watch as Ellie goes to sit on the bed, tugging her hoodie off to leave her only in her t shirt and sweats. Her legs are spread. You watch as she reaches next to her bed, digging around in her bedside table before she pulls out a small little black bag. She rests either one of her arms on her thighs, looking at you and giving you a silent nod.

You give her one back before you press the button on the camera. You hear a soft beep come from it, and from Ellie’s side, there’s a little red light, showing her that the camera was recording.

On the little screen on the camera, you can see that Ellie has angled it so that it just cuts off her face, only a sliver of her chin and lips visible, along with the rest of her body, ensuring that no one will see her face or yours while you both do this.

She gives you a small smile before she pats her lap softly. “C’mere baby…don’t be shy” she hummed out, voice low and dripping with so much lust, it made you squeeze your thighs together.

You gave her a soft nod before you slowly made your way over to her, standing between her spread legs and resting both of your hands around her, toying with the hair at the nape of her neck softly.

Ellie stared up at you, her own pupils blown out as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands slide up from your hips, slowly creeping up your shirt. It makes you shudder softly, a quiet whine leaving your lips as you practically begged for her to touch you more. This makes her chuckle softly.

“Needy already? I’ve barely even touched you…” she teases you gentle, which causes you to pout. She hums, slowly pushing your shirt up a bit before she tugs your pajama shorts down your body. Once they’re off, she moves onto slowly pushing your shirt up your body, kissing your exposed skin once it’s there for her, before she tosses it somewhere else in her room.

And suddenly, you’re almost completely naked in front of her.

It makes you frown softly, feeling so bare in front of her. Your arms quickly move up to your chest, covering yourself from. She quickly gives your hips a gentle squeeze, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your cleavage.

“Hey…don’t hide from me baby…it’s all right” she reassures you. You can tell it’s Ellie, and not some act she was putting on for the camera.

It was a silent gesture that you could trust her.

You let out a soft sigh of relief before you drop your hands, allowing them to take place back on Ellie’s shoulders. She lets out a hiss when you do, because she can finally get a good look at you this way.

“Fuck me…such a pretty fuckin girl…” she groans softly to herself, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. She quickly leans in, attaching her lips to one of your nipples and giving it a gentle suck, which earns a soft moan from your end.

Her mouth feels almost as good as it felt when she was kissing you, so warm, her tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple before letting it go with a pop and moving over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention.

Her green eyes are on yours the entire time as she suckles your nipples, your head spinning as you watch her below you worshiping both soft mounds. You’re sure you can die like this, with Ellie’s mouth littering your entire body with kisses, her tongue swirling around various parts of you, making your knees wobble beneath you.

She groans softly, letting your nipple go from her mouth before she gives your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Wanna play with you a little bit, pretty girl….will you let me?” She asks genuinely, the girl still trying to make sure you’re okay with all of this, and that you’ll let her make you feel good.

You nod eagerly, because it’s come to a shock to you that you haven’t started begging yet.

“Do whatever you want to me…” you mumble softly, almost in a daze as you stare down at the girl, your own pupils blown out with lust, lips already forming a needy little pout. It makes Ellie chuckle, and she nods before she gently turns you around, and puts you to sit between her legs on the bed.

The image of her thighs spread outside of yours makes you squeeze your legs together. She hums softly once she notices, her strong hands gripping your hips softly before she slowly begins tugging your panties off. She pulls you back a bit into her chest, forcing you to lift your hips gently before she’s tugging your panties off completely and tossing them to the side.

“Let’s take a look then, hm?” She hums out softly against your ears before she pulls your thighs apart.

She groans softly, because while her head is resting on your shoulder, looking down at the mess between her legs, you’re so wet you can audibly hear your sopping wet lips part when your legs are spread. It makes you whine, and you try to close your legs out of habit, but Ellie is quickly pushing them even further apart.

“Fuck…don’t hide this from me, baby…..need to take care of you…” she groans against your ear, her lips ghosting against your skin, warm breath wafting onto your face as one of her hands slowly creeps down between your legs.

When she’s there, she uses her fingers to spread your lips apart, giving the camera a good view at your glossy pussy, the dim lighting of her bedroom making it even more apparent. She hisses softly to herself as her fingers go to your swollen clit, slowly rubbing small circles into the little bundle of nerves.

This alone has you wiggling in her grasp, your hands gripping her thighs as she slowly works on your needy pussy. She chuckles softly, pressing a soft kiss against your neck as she brings her other hand to your boob, massaging the skin before pinching your nipple.

“I’m barely doing anything yet, sweetheart…gotta contain yourself” she sighs against your skin before she presses another kiss to your cheek. “M’just warming you up…” she mumbles softly before her hand leaves your sopping cunt, which earns a needy whine from you.

It makes her chuckle, and she reaches beside you to grab the little black bag that she had gotten out before filming. “You’ll like this much more than just my fingers, princess…” she promises, her lips pressing soft kisses to your neck and cheek. Your eyes are trained intently on the bag, eager to see what it is she’ll take out. When she finally does, you feel like you’ll scream.

It’s the fucking rose toy.

You’d been meaning to buy one yourself, going on and on to Ellie about how everyone had been raving about it on the Internet, but it had been sold out virtually everywhere and you just couldn’t seem to get your hands on one.

But as usual, Ellie always had tricks up her sleeve.

You’re so glad the camera doesn’t catch your face, because your eyes are so wide, you probably look like a Halloween mask. Ellie chuckles softly as she feels you stiffen in her lap, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Wanted to try this one for a while, didn’t you baby?” She hums against you, and it makes you moan softly before giving her a nod, squeezing your legs together.

Because since when the hell has Ellie paid that much attention to you?

You try to make a mental note to bring it up later, but you aren’t sure how well your memory will stand right now.

Ellie hums softly as she presses one of the buttons on it, holding it down until the light on the bottom begins to blink, meaning it’s on. She then goes onto pressing the button below it, letting it go onto the lowest setting. The buzzing alone makes you whine, eager to have the toy used on you. Ellie smirks softly, bringing the toy down to your nipple, letting it suck on you gently.

You let your head fall back on Ellie’s shoulder, back arching, pushing your boob further into the toy. You almost feel angry that you haven’t bought the toy sooner, because god, it’s the closest fucking thing to Ellie’s mouth, and it makes you moan like an animal in heat underneath her.

Ellie’s eyes never left yours, watching your every move. She loved how responsive you were, how everything she did earned little whines and huffs from your end. It makes her buck her hips up into your back, needy for her own bit of friction against her aching cunt.

“That’s it, baby….such a good girl…” she praises you, making you moan softly.

She slowly moves the toy from either one of your nipples, watching as you wiggle beneath her. This goes on for a a bit, before she begins moving the toy down between your legs.

She hums, craning her neck down a bit to get a better view of your sopping cunt. She uses one hand to spread your lips, your puffy clit almost screaming for the toy, before she sets the mouth of the toy on it, letting it suck on your clit.

It’s truly like nothing you’ve ever felt, the suction is so strong, and it makes you grip Ellie’s thigh harder, your back arching, ass pushing against her core, making her moan softly into your ear.

Ellie groans, removing the toy for a moment to give you a break before she puts it back on, teasing you even further. She hums softly before her other hand comes down, pushing two fingers into your needy, wet little hole, which makes her groan.

“So fucking tight…we’re gonna have to do some practice for my cock, aren’t we baby…” she moaned softly in your ear, which makes you nod eagerly.

And you can’t really take it anymore, because her fingers feel so good fucking in and out of you, and the toy is sucking on your clit perfectly, so you turn your head a bit and catch Ellie’s lips in a needy kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, eager to feel the warm, wet muscle again, like you had earlier.

This catches Ellie a bit off guard, however she immediately welcomes the kiss eagerly. It prompts her to finger fuck you faster, your body arching into her touch, into the toy. Her tongue was lapping at your mouth, the lewd noises from your cunt and from the kiss making it sound sinful in Ellie’s bedroom.

Your hand went up to the nape of her neck, tugging at her hair, keeping her close as you felt your orgasm growing closer and closer with each passing second.

You break the kiss for only a moment, head looking down to catch a glimpse of Ellie’s skilled fingers working on your poor little pussy.

“I’m….m’so close….f-fuuuuuck…” you moan out loudly as your head falls back against Ellie’s shoulders. She gives you a reassuring nod, turning up the intensity of the toy another notch as her fingers sped up, the girl just as eager as you for your orgasm.

“Come on baby…let go for me….such a good fucking girl for me…that’s it” she praised, her own hips rocking into your ass from behind as the rhythm of her fingers sped up.

And you wanted to hold on longer, let this last just a bit more so you didn’t have to let go of this pleasure so soon, but you just can’t. Because soon, your back is arching so painfully, and the orgasm feels so good it almost hurts, your eyesight nearly going white as it washes over you like electricity, a loud moan leaving your lips as you grip Ellie’s thigh so tightly, it’ll leave bruises.

Ellie moans with you, immediately turning off the toy and tossing it to the side once she feels your pussy flutter around her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm without it being too much.

“Good girl…that’s my good girl…fuck…there we go” she groans softly, holding your body close to hers as she litters your throat and cheek with kisses, before her hand comes up, grabs your jaw and angles your face up to catch your lips in a deep, needy kiss, which you can only moan into and let her control completely.

After that, you aren’t really sure what happened. There’s spotty memories of Ellie slowly resting your spent body in her bed, getting up and turning off the camera, and then coming back to cuddle in bed with you.

But what you are sure of, is that you’re definitely doing this again with her.

[lunaria-maharlika]

Pt2Danny Accidentally becomes the Ghost king, the president and the biggest threat to Bruce's social status.

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Part 2 Danny becomes the president.

Amity Parkers are the most adaptable people in the world. They're barely fazed by anything.

If you throw them into a situation that they are very unfamiliar with, it'll only take them five minutes to adjust before they start planning on how to live with this situation.

The Amity Parker mindset is: "Oh, I guess this is happening now."

So when the ghosts start attacking? The Amity Parkers immediately look for ways to avoid and protect themselves from the ghosts, not even questioning why ghosts are real. The only thing they think about is, "Damn, there's a ghost. I hope it doesn't attack the theater; I really want to see that movie."

When Phantom had his debut as a hero? The Amity Parkers started looking for ways to help, ways to keep out of his way (some to try and keep him away). The thought running through their minds was, "So this one is trying to protect us? Guess we have a hero now."

Amity Parkers don't spend their time getting mad at the sudden change of routine, the sudden loss of normalcy, or the broken buildings. Amity Parkers don't ask why and how ghosts are real, don't question if all ghosts are evil or if there are some good ghosts, and don't even think of how to get rid of them completely (they're part of the community now). They only look for ways to keep themselves from getting overshadowed. They definitely don't spend time thinking if the ghosts could bring more danger in the future or looking for more information for possible contingency plans. They aren't Batman; they believe that if the present is good, then the future will be better.

Point is, Amity Parkers are resilient and adaptable. They will take everything in stride and focus on the present. So what if some ghosts attack and block the street? They need to get to work, so they'll just drive around it.

After the whole Pariah Dark thing, they become liminal, gaining some form of super strength and glowing eyes (symptoms vary based on how strong the radiation on a person is). A normal human would think, "OH MY GOD, I'M DYING!" The Amity Parkers went, "Oh, cool, this is cool, but now I'm having a problem with opening doors without breaking the knob. Maybe the Fentons could do something about it, make stronger knobs or something."

When some babies started gaining some inhuman features? Some start floating? (Sharper ears, fangs. Babies adapt to things faster, so they get more ecto radiation.) The Amity parents went, "Is there a way to keep my child on the ground without leashing them like a dog?" Then proceeded to make a help blog for other Amity parents dealing with the same things.

So when the ghosts start becoming more of the community rather than enemies, the Amity Parkers just shrugged and asked for a book of ghost customs so they don't accidentally offend them.

When the Fentons started making ghost and human-safe items, no one even questioned why Danny had so much money and was funding his parents' research.

When Danny's name was almost (if not) in everything and he seemed to own most of the town, no one questioned it.

But everything changed when the GIW came again. Even the Amity Parkers weren't expecting this change.

The GIW waltzed in, claiming the liminal town was theirs to play with and started attacking everyone, including the Amity Parkers. The Amity Parkers went full defense mode, protecting the ghosts that were now their friends/neighbors/lovers, making sure that nothing would harm them.

They learned that it was Vlad who called on the GIW. He was pissed and petty that the crown was taken from him and decided to report his liminal town, pretending to be a "concerned mayor" who "wants his people to be healed."

The Amity Parkers were mad... they were furious.

And in the moment they saw Phantom fall to the ground, unconscious, and watched him de-transform from the hero King Phantom to the kid that owns and funds the most helpful companies in town, something changed. Something in the Amity Parkers changed.

Keep in mind that Amity Parkers don't change; they remain the same as they adapt to whatever change the world throws at them.

NEVER ONCE HAD THE AMITY PARKERS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE THEMSELVES.

The first thing they changed? Their mentality. NEVER AGAIN WERE THEY GOING TO LET OUTSIDE FACTORS CHANGE THEIR LIVES. THIS IS THEIR TOWN AND IT WILL STAY THAT WAY.

God help the GIW for being their first victims.

An angry town of liminals, ghosts, and borderline gods, who have access to the Fentons' very destructive and effective technology.

Vs.

The regular GIW humans with anti-ghost tech they stole from the Fentons and nothing against liminals.

The battle was a swift victory, destroying not only the GIW in town but also all of its branches (and Vlad) with almost no traces of them even existing in the first place.

The change didn't stop there, however.

The Amity Parkers banded together with Team Phantom and the Fentons (minus Danny, as he is healing and shouldn't know about their plans; the hero should rest) and took out some of that ghost king money that Danny's trying to get rid of. They crashed the UN meeting while kidnapping the president of America.

The Amity Parkers have decided that Amity Park is theirs; it belongs to the people and its heroes. But how is it supposed to be truly theirs if they have to follow the rules of the country that funded the GIW?

A couple of death threats, bribing, more death threats and more money bribing to make sure the anti ecto acts are gone and the League of Bitches (Phantom called the JL that, and the Amity Parkers decided it was true) doesn't know about it, and a couple of hours in the nightmare realm (courtesy of Fright Knight, who happily participated when he found out what happened), and Amity Park was now its own independent country.

They decided that Tucker was to be a main part of security, letting him put up another firewall like the GIW did to make sure no one knows about their country. They don't want the League of Bitches or any outsider in the King's Haunt. It's theirs now; it belongs to the Ghost King of Amity Park, outsiders be gone.

And when it came to deciding who would be leader? There was no hesitation as they wrote down:

Daniel "Danny Phantom" Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms, King and President of Amity Park.

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A couple of years later, Batman, finding hints of a "Lazarus pit" in Illinois, send Flash to look around for anything suspicious. Flash, hyper focused on following his gps, hits a wall, literally faceplants into it.He double checks his map, the wall wasn't supposed to be there. He goes around it, there no way in, no way out. He goes back to batman and reports.

Pt3 soon.

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first time posting and it’s bcs i’m obsessed with arcane!!! i really like the idea of yandere/toxic jinx so i made it 👉🏾👈🏾

Yandere!Jinx x Reader headcanons

yandere!jinx who first notices you at the last drop, alone and upset, and decides you’re in need of a pick-me-up

yandere!jinx who hands you one of her discarded gadgets with a wink, “here ya’ go, toots. cheer up!”

yandere!jinx who watches your face light up as confetti sprinkles all over your table and you excitedly ask her how she did that

yandere!jinx who is immediately smitten with you - how did such a sweet person like you end up in a rough place like this?

yandere!jinx who finds out you were stood up by your partner and spends the rest of the night glued to your side, coaxing more giddy smiles and laughs out of you

yandere!jinx who gets angry on your behalf and tells you that you deserve so much better than someone who doesn’t appreciate you

yandere!jinx who feels her heart beat faster every time you ask her a question about herself - it feels like you really, truly see.

yandere!jinx who insists on walking you home despite your objections. sure, she thinks you’re weak and need someone like her to protect you, but secretly she wants to know where you live. just in case you need security again, of course.

yandere!jinx who can’t get your calming voice and dorky jokes out of her mind - even when she sleeps

yandere!jinx who starts designing prototypes just for you. and if a tracking device finds its way into one of them, well, oops…mistakes happen

yandere!jinx who hasn’t seen you in the bar for a while and decides to sneak into your house to make sure you’re ok

yandere!jinx who sees you having a nightmare and panics.

yandere!jinx who sings you a lullaby in her scratchy voice and strokes your hair until your breathing calms

yandere!jinx who steals borrows a memento from your bedroom. it will inspire her in the workshop and keep her motivated, knowing that a piece of you is always with her!

yandere!jinx who has this memory seared into her brain and can’t stop thinking about how lovely your hair smelled

yandere!jinx who wants nothing more than to take you on a date, one where you won’t get stood up, and kiss your soft lips

yandere!jinx who decides your partner is a problem that needs to be dealt with asap

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[sparrows4bats]

Fledgling AU

What if Damian kept his superpowers after being brought back to life? I also added energy manipulation powers instead of laser eyes for fun, and so I could have Duke being Damians mentor.

A newly revived Damian is getting used to being alive again.

He has his memories of hell, and while he now knows his family loves him enough to get him back, it doesn't stop him from feeling like he is different now in a way he can't quite explain.

Then, one day, while in the Batcave, trying to soak up the fact his father missed him. They are attacked by Darkseids' son.

Damian starts to float, and he flies. None of the punches hurt him. He is more durable, faster, and stronger than he ever was before.

His father calls in experts to explain what is going on. They say it's a consequence of the chaos shard that brought him back to life, that it might wear off, but they don't know.

His father immediately starts looking for solutions. Like Damian is a problem, and he must be fixed.

And Damian, ten years old, doesn't know what to do. Part of him is excited, happy to have these abilities, he finds joy in flying, feels a thrill when bullets bounce off him, terrifying criminals and ensuring he won't end up in hell again.

He even uses them to free the clones of himself his mother kept trapped.

But he can't control them, his body is not his anymore, it is a threat he can no longer command. He is terrified after he falls through the floor of the Manor accidentally.

His father has enough after he accidentally hurts Alfred. Damian wasn't trying to, he swears but Alfred still has bruises.

Damian helps out more afterwards and gets comfort from the man who never treated him like a monster, even when he feels like one.

Bruce builds a giant robot in hopes of draining Damian of the powers of the shard.

Damian defeats the robot singlehandedly, but he can still fly afterwards.

His father tries to drain the powers in other ways. He builds obstacle courses, armies, and even a collar to try and drain the excess energy that Damian now contains in his very cells.

It gets worse instead of better.

Damian starts to produce sparks that run up and down his skin and shock others when they try to touch him. Electrical currents become visible in his eyes, and if he concentrates, he can almost bend them to his will.

After months of tests and battles, Batman accepts that Damian can't be returned to normal, but he still needs to learn control.

So, after Jonathan Kent starts unlocking powers, Batman makes a call.

Clark Kent is very surprised when Bruce asks him to train his youngest son, and he is definitely not prepared for Damian Wayne.

The boy is simultaneously overly respectful and dismissive in the extreme. He holds himself like a prince even when faced with Superman.

Bruce told him some of Damians background. The abuse he suffered at the hands of the League of Assassin's, his death at 10 that was orchestrated by his own mother, how Damian was revived by tricking Darkseid.

Damian has had to fight his entire life to survive. He is a soldier, a weapon, and a traumatised child.

Clark agrees to help as much as he can when Damian demonstrates his ability to not only fly but inability to moderate his newfound strength and speed.

The energy that coats his skin is new, though.

They two men decide to train Jon and Damian together, so they have a friend who knows what they are going through.

The first time Damian meets Jon Kent, his new training partner, the two boys get into a fist fight when Damians barbs land a little too close to home for the young kryptonitian.

Clark separates them and introduces a strict set of ground rules, all of which are ignored within 5 minutes.

At least this time, they take it outside.

Damian goes over to train with Clark and Jon every week at the fortress of solitude.

He takes everything Clark says seriously while asking questions that make it perfectly clear what he thinks of their excerises Clark creates. Compared to Jon, who is overly excited and easily distracted by the powers, he is awakening.

Clark asks him what he expected and is horrified to hear how his grandfather trained a young Damian. That leads to an attempted conversation about appropriate punishments and expectations that doesn't seem to do much.

They do drills in the snow and take turns flying through glaciers and chasing krypto. Clark introduces both boys to parts of kryptons' history and traditions.

Damian is a good flier, probably because he grew up jumping out of planes with no parachute, but the young boy can't get grip on his other powers.

He breaks door handles, accidentally superspeeds constantly, and the energy that rises from his skin is only getting stronger.

Clark helps, but Damian gets defensive and snaps at him whenever Clark tries to get him to relax or trust him.

Damian respects Superman and his years of experience, but as any child doesn't expect an adult to understand what they are going through and, as such, is prone to stubbornness.

For Damian, anything less than perfection is a death sentence. He can still feel the sword in his chest every time he fails.

The fear manifests as anger and takes it out on Clark even if he doesn't want to, but the man never rises to the bait.

Jon isn't much help as he snaps at Damian whenever he insults his dad.

The kryptonitian has an easier time controlling his strength and speed, but his laser vision has devastating consequences, and a stable flight path is still something he struggles with.

The lessons are difficult, to say the least. Clark spends more time peacekeeping than he does teaching the boys.

Then the Al Ghuls return.

Ras apparently heard about Damians' powers and sent Talia in an attempt to bring the boy back to the League. She comes for her son one evening when Damian is coming back from meeting with Clark and Jon.

Talia stands on the rooftops of Crime Alley, where Batman won't catch her. Damian lands before her with a thud.

"What are you doing here, mother?"

"It's time to come home Habibi."

"Habibi? Home? You say that like you didn't have me killed!"

"It'll be different this time."

"Different how? Because I'm stronger now like you always wanted or because I'm harder to kill this time?!" Damian spits the question like damnation, and Talia falters under it.

"I never wanted that, Damian! I wanted you to be able to survive!"

"Yet I couldn't survive you!"

Talia almost steps back. Almost.

"I love you, Damian, and I want you to come with me." Damian never expected his mother to have grieved him. He assumed he had been replaced immediately, that Mother would grow another clone, build a better heir.

All that time in hell, he never thought anyone would miss him.

But looking at her now, Talia Al Ghul has new lines on her face. Her eyes are heavier. She looks at him like he might disappear at any moment.

"No."

"Damian don't make me take you."

"I can't do it, Mother. I can't kill again, not when I have felt death."

Talia takes a deep breath and lunges at her son, blade pointed at his throat.

He moves out of her path, and as she turns, he is forced to grab her arm.

The bone snaps under his fingers.

Talia screams and Damian stumbles back.

He hadn't meant to.

For all her faults and the hurt she has done him, Damian never wanted to hurt his mother back.

"I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"

Talia holds her arm against her chest and reaches for him, but Damian is already leaping into the sky.

He sobs as the wind burns his skin. Flying faster and faster.

He knew he didn't come back right. He is alive because of a trick, that he isn't human anymore but all the things that make him monstrous have always been inside him.

It's just easier to see now. All of his steps have awful consequences.

He can't tell his Father, he is meant to be getting better and he will never believe him hurting his mother was an accident. Not with his history.

Damian has always been angry, always been so scared and so lonely, but never out of control.

He is now.

He screams out to the night sky until his throat burns.

And someone answers.

"Rough Night?"

Damian turns to see Clark Kent floating before him.

Damian nods.

"You okay?"

Damian shakes his head no.

Clark simply wraps him in a hug as the child sobs in his arms.

Superman brings Damian home with him. The boy too exhausted to fly much longer.

Jon meets him at the door.

"Damian?"

The boy just looks at him with bleary swollen eyes.

That worries Jon more than seeing him lying in his dads arms. Damian always had a witty comeback, a scathing insult or observation.

Seeing the boy that pushed him to try harder, learn more, out of sheer annoyance, so silent is chilling.

"What happened?"

His Dad tries to shush him, but Damian answers hoarsely. "My mother came back for me."

Clark is suddenly staring at him. "What?"

"She said she wouldn't kill me his time."

Jon is looking at Damian like he is the alien now. "Your mom killed you?!"

Damian shrugs. "I was a disappointment." Like that explained it. "I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster!" Clark argues.

"I am! I've killed people, and Father doesn't even look at me. I broke mothers arm!"

Clark sets him down so he can look at him. Damian ducks his head.

"You are not a monster. Your Dad is... complicated, but his issues are his own. The lives you took are because people who were meant to care for and protect you hurt you instead. You are a child, you should have never been in that position.

" You don't know-"

"You're right. I don't know everything, but Damian, I can see your scars, and I know you never deserved to die. Ever. You are a child, and you didn't have a choice. You weren't even taught there was a choice."

"My age does not absolve me." Damian whispers, but the confession is loud in both kryptonitians' ears.

"Maybe not, but every time you had a choice, you chose to be a hero. Dick told me about Goliath and Batcow, about the lives you saved and how you died protecting him."

Damian meets Supermans eyes, uncertain.

"You are not a monster, Damian."

Damian says nothing, and Clark doesn't expect him to.

Turning to his son, who is looking at Damian with concern and sadness, he asks, "Jon, will you please make up a bed for Damian in your room while I tell your mom he is staying over."

"I am?" Damian asks as Jon walks into the house.

"You are, you are my student and while the League is in Gotham you are staying here where I can protect you."

Clark expects Damian to argue but the boy just nods.

"Go help Jon while I call your Dad."

Bruce is furious when he hears what happened and thanks him for getting Damian. Talia tries to explain, but Bruce doesn't let her. Oracle managed to find the recording of their confrontation on the rooftops and showed it to all of the bats.

It only takes a few days for Ras Al Ghul to agree to never send anyone after his grandson again.

During that time, Damian stays with the Kents.

Jon manages to get Damian to explain exactly how he grew up, and the young Superboy makes it his mission to introduce the ex assassin to all the childish things he missed out on. Especially after Damian admits it is the first time he ever had a sleepover.

They spend their days watching movies, anime, sneaking snacks out of the kitchen, and building blanket forts.

Damian draws and helps out on the farm, Jon following his every move.

By the second day they are no longer rivals but friends with a rivalry.

Damian let's down his guard little by little, becoming funny instead of hurtful. Jon matches his snark and sacarsm, having inherited his humour from his mom. Clark is bullied by not only his wife but two preteen boys.

Damian is still bossy, and Jon is still quick tempered. Both boys are still very stubborn, much to Clarks' despair. Two superpowered children are a lot to handle. Thank God Bruce is paying for the furniture they accidentally break play hide and seek.

Jon even hugs Damian only to be zapped for his trouble.

Jon tries to nickname him sparky until Damian starts calling him Listerine after he freezes his cereal with ice breathe.

By the time Damian goes home, he is grateful for the peace. Only to realise it's only silent because Jon snuck out to cause chaos at the Manor.

Clark gets a call from an exhausted Bruce 5 minutes later.

The boys managed to laser Alfred's roses and fry the entire electric system of the house.

Jon is given more lessons with his dad and Signal steps up to teach Damian about his energy manipulation powers.

Dukes own light manipulation works similarly, and he takes the only other superpowered bat under his wing.

Luckily for Duke ever since Damian and Jon became friends, he has outlets and healthy social interactions, so the now 11 year old is much easier to teach.

Duke and Damian bond over learning about their powers faster than he did with Dick and Clark. Much to his other mentors, jealousy. They had to work so much harder to earn Damians trust and respect.

Unfortunately, as soon as the boy can control their powers or even before then they two preteens are sneaking out on self assigned missions and adventures.

Giving their parents grey hairs in the process.

The last straw comes when, during the fight, the boys start, and they end up blowing a hole in a skyscraper in Metropolis.

Lois lays down the law. The boys need a training ground that isn't the Artic. They need supervision and practice avoiding buildings.

Clark gives them the lecture of a lifetime on responsibility and bans the boys from using their powers outside the farm. Bruce tries to offer up the Manor only to be stopped by Alfred.

The butler points out the number of priceless family heirlooms Damian has broken, and if he's honest, he does not want to risk his roses again.

So Jon and Damian spend their holidays and weekends at Kent Farm looked after by the most experienced superchild wranglers on earth, Ma and Pa Kent.

It's hard at first, but within a month between chores and pies, both boys have better control than a year of lessons with Superman.

Clark tells the newly named Supersons more about Krypton instead. Including language lessons and the myth of Nightwing and Flamebird.

Dick Grayson has been Damian and Jon favourite hero for years, and after learning the origin of his name, beg Clark to patrol with him.

Nightwing has two flying sidekicks twice a week, much to his joy and exasperation.

He convinces Bruce to pay him babysitting money. No one is allowed to tell Damian.

Eventually, when Damian outgrows the Robin mantle Clark gives him the name Flamebird. A Krypton name he wears with pride and tries to uphold while seeking his own redemption.

Damian even learns to manipulate the energy of cells to speed up healing and starts studying to be a doctor and field medic.

Every life he saves lightens his soul, makes him feel more human.

As they grow up, the two Supersons only grow closer. One is never seen without the other.

Jon, over the years, predictably, falls in love with his best friend. Damian is amazing! The best hero Jon knows.

He is gorgeous, smart, witty, and heartbreakingly kind.

He realises that he is in love when Damian beats him in every fight, and Jon might be very into that. Because when his best friend drags him around the farm training ground like a rag doll despite being half a foot shorter, Jon is rehearsing wedding vows in his head.

So Jon knows he is in love with Flamebird. He just doesn't know what to do with it.

He asks Dick for help, and Nightwing laughs at him for several minutes.

"You only realised this now?!:

"Yes!"

"Jon, all of Bludhaven are convinced you two are married! There's fan sites!"

"What?! Does Damian know?"

"Unless it's animals, art, or romance anime related, Damian ignores the Internet. How didn't you know?"

"I saw a thirst trap of Kon once, so now I have the Superboy tag filtered on all social media."

"Fair enough." Dick nods, and Jon gets serious again.

"How do I ask Damian out?"

"Jon just ask, he feels the same."

"But does he?"

"You have his heartbeat memorised. You never noticed how he acts around you?"

"But that's just Damian!"

Dick looks at him like he's an idiot.

Jon decides to go simple but straightforward with asking Damian out on a romantic date. He gets roses, vegan takeout, and heads over to Damians Apartment.

Damian opens the door, sees the roses, and tilts his head like an adorable kitten.

"I love you!" Jon blurts out.

Damian stumbles a bit. "And I brought food!"

"Lots to process there, Hayseed!" He doesn't sound like he is about to let Jon down easy, Damian even lets him in the apartment.

"I know! I had a speech prepared, but then I saw you, and it kinda just slipped out!"

"I'm in pyjamas and haven't showered yet!" Damian blusters.

"And you look amazing!"

Damian is getting redder and redder but he finally says "I love you too."

"Thank Rao!" Jon says as he pulls Damian forward into a kiss.

It's leaves Damian breatheless, and his powers react, lightly shocking Jon.

"Your touch is electrifying." Jon giggles when they separate.

"I'm in love with a dork!"

[revelboo]

You got me missing LL and Earthspark Screamer 😭😭 you've got so many ideasss!!! I'm jelly

you're giving us straight up gourmet meals 🤤🤤

Sure 🤣 I’m having fun playing with scenarios and characters. Also: Blokees wave 7 renders

I need them both so bad… And there should be another Insecticon in this next batch, too since all of the Constructicons are out

Disaster Hearts Pt 4

ES Starscream x Reader

• Why is it that your heart beats faster watching him smile like that? When he’s genuinely excited about something not acting superior or sneering at you, his alien face is almost handsome. Almost unsettlingly human. Maybe it’s that under the excitement, it’s that he’s just trying to go home and you understand that. “We could go check it out,” you say and those blue optics flick from the map to you and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably dismissing your offer. It’s not like you can actually help him that much and you shouldn’t even want to. Should be plotting your escape, because his drama and problems are definitely not yours. He’d snatched you.

• We. How long has it been since there’d been a we instead of just him? The other two Seekers stranded here help him occasionally out of a sense of obligation to their own, but they don’t like him. Don’t trust him anymore than he trusts them. But you? You’re no threat to him, too weak, too helpless to harm him. To cause trouble. He’d taken you on impulse because he’d been lonely, wanted someone to rant to, to talk to. Had imagined he’d get it out of his system and discard you, making sure you couldn’t tell anyone what he’d told you. But you’re still here. Still alive because he missed having someone to talk to more than he’ll ever admit. And if nothing else, he can send you out to scout ahead of him and make sure the tunnel system is safe. “Perhaps.”

• He’s still staring at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking from his expression. Pensive and almost speculative, but the way he’s studying you makes your skin prickle. Reminds you of your kid brother asking for a magnifying glass only to immediately go torch some helpless ants. “What will you do once you get back home?” You ask, hoping to distract him from wherever his processor has gone and his wings flick slightly. “To your world.”

• Spark aching, he wonders if there is a home to return to. Their war had ravaged their world, most of the cities razed in the bombings. Some of them carried out by his own hands. He’d been the one advising Megatron on high priority targets to cripple the Senate and Cybertron’s infrastructure. And it hurts remembering that for a short time they’d been almost equals. Almost friends. Working together toward a common purpose at the start of the war. Himself, Megatron, Soundwave, and Shockwave forming the core of the Decepticon movement. So sure the war would be over quickly, the Senate destroyed and replaced by something better, less corrupt and broken. “Rebuild, I suppose.”

• Voice almost melancholy, he vents and taps a servo on his desk before he’s reaching for you and you flinch. Surprised when his servos brush over your head, touching your hair gently. Looking up, those pretty optics are unfocused as he absently rubs the pad of a servo against your jaw and neck. And you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, petting you in gentle strokes. Afraid to say something that might snap him out of whatever trance he’s in because this is the gentlest he’s been with you since kidnapping you and you don’t know what to make of it.

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[lovegalor333]

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im here

summary: you’re having a bad day so you call paige to come over so you’re not alone

content warnings: talks of depression

Most of your days were good now. You could get up in the morning, make breakfast, go to classes, study, eat and shower without any problems. But every now and then your brain reminds you that it has a chemical imbalance and you feel paralysed. Today was one of those days. Everything felt like a task that you couldn’t bring yourself to complete and that’s why it was 3PM and you still hadn’t moved from your bed.

You had woken up this morning with a familiar sinking feeling in your stomach and you knew immediately that today was not going to be a good day. You had tried to get up and push through but you physically couldn’t, it was as if you were chained in place.

Your thoughts were dark and overwhelming and you didn’t know how to handle them. You’re mind was telling you the most evil things and you believed it. You believed no one cared about you, you believed you were a burden, you believed you were better off dead. Even after years of battling with depression it was so hard for you to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Your friends knew that you struggled and they always said you could go to them when things got bad, talk them, you weren’t alone, but you hated admitting defeat, you hated putting your problems on them. It made you feel weak, like a baby but you needed someone right now, you needed to be held and told everything was going to be OK so you called the one person you knew would be here in a heartbeat.

No less than fifteen minutes after the phone call, there was a knock at your door and it took everything inside of you to peel yourself out of bed to answer it.

“Bad day?” Paige asks emphatically as you opened the door to her. It looked like she had just come from a workout, clad in her UConn gear, hair bundled into a low bun at the base of her neck.

“Something like that.” You mummble in response as she steps into your apartment.

“Did something happen?” She makes herself comfortable on your couch which wasn’t out of the ordinary, Paige was a regular visitor to your place and had been since you first met in your freshman year.

“Just my stupid brain. I can’t take it anymore, it’s never ending.” You huff, feeling your eyes prickle with tears, “It’s exhausting.” You add and the tears begin to spill out.

“Y/N, come here.” Paige beckoned, tapping the space beside her.

Your steps towards her are small and slow, it’s all you can manage, if you moved any faster you might just drop to the ground and never get up.

You sit beside Paige and her arm immediately wraps around you in a warm embrace, whenever she hugged you, you felt safe and today was no different. She held you for a few moments in silence just letting you cry into her shoulder.

“I hate seeing you cry. It doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’re going to be OK, Y/N. You’re the strongest girl I know and you’ll get through this. These feelings are just temporary.” She consoles softly and you look up at her and even through your teary gaze, her face is radiant and glowing and her eyes are soft and comforting as they look back at you.

“Thank you for coming.” You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, “I didn’t want to be alone.”

“I’m here and I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.” She tells you and her hand comes up to wipe a stray tear and it lingers on your cheekbone for longer than usual and your stomach flutters at the feeling.

Nothing had ever happened between you and Paige, you were just friends, really good friends and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

Paige clears her throat as her hand drops to her lap, “How about a movie?” She suggests giving you a small smile, “I’ll even watch Harry Potter.” She says knowing that it’s your all time favourite film. She usually refuses to watch it, claiming she ‘hates’ it but you’re starting to think different.

“Really?” You ask taken aback at her suggestion.

“Yes, come on.” She stands up and holds out her hand for you to take and you hesitate a little because you never held hands but something felt different today and as you slip you hand into hers, she squeezed it slightly and your stomach flutters for the second time at your friends touch.

You get comfortable on your bed, gathering blankets and pillows while Paige flicks through Netflix in seach of the movie. You watch her intently from behind, her tall frame stood in front of you, toned legs slightly apart, her arms are crossed in front of her so her biceps are flexed perfectly and maybe it’s the low lighting of your room and the way it makes her skin look soft and smooth or maybe it’s your sadness induced state but you want to touch her, you want to feel your skin on hers.

“Paige…” You break the silence nervously considering your next words.

“Uh huh.” She responds turning her to look at you over her shoulder.

“Come here for a second.” You say shuffling yourself to the edge of the bed.

“What’s up?” She asks, coming over and sitting beside you, the bed sinking down under her weight.

You don’t actually know why you called her over and you couldn’t exactly say ‘I just wanted you close’, she’d think you were crazy so you wrap your arms around her in a tight hug and she doesn’t question it, she just hugs you back, her head falling into the crook of your neck. Her scent is sweet and vanilla-y and her arms are strong around your torso and your head begins to spin, “Kiss me.” You blurt out without thinking and you feel Paige tense around you.

“What?” She stutters, pulling away to look into your eyes.

You refuse to look at her, embarrassed at your desperation, “Um- nothing. Sorry, just put the movie on.” You say trying to move away from her but she still has her arms around you and she doesn’t let go.

“No, Y/N. Don’t apologise. I’m just- I don’t know, shocked.” She admits and you could be sick there and then, you’ve ruined everything with someone who cared about you deeply.

“I don’t know why I said that. Ignore me.” You mutter, eyes focused on your lap.

“Please look at me.” Paige urged, bringing one of her hands to lift your face.

Her blue eyes were beautiful and you felt stupid as you looked into them, someone like Paige wouldn’t dream of kissing you.

“I never imagined this was how it would go.” Paige utters, both hands now on your face, holding you delicately.

“What?” You ask stunned.

Paige had imagined you kissing?

“I always imagined I would initiate our first kiss.” She admits, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

“You want to kiss me?”

“Y/N, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while.” Your heart skips a beat at her confession.

“What’s stopping you.” You whisper, leaning your face closer to Paiges and that does it, in a flash her lips are on yours and yours eyes flutter shut at the feeling you’ve unconsciously craved for so long.

Her lips are soft and subtle just as you imagined, she tasted like fresh mint and as one hand stayed on your face, the other explored your body, trailing down your arm and then your back, you felt like you were floating.

Your hands did some exploring of their own, starting at Paiges waist and making their way up to her chest where they rested for a moment before sliding onto her arms, your fingers finally getting a touch of her skin.

The smile on both your faces was cheesy to say the least as you both pulled away, slightly breathless.

“That was…” She begins but trails off.

“Yeah…” You reply, equally as lost for words as the blonde girl in front of you.

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a/n: i love soft paige 🥺🥺

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Headcanons, headcanons and more headcanons but with drawings this time.

✵One common headcanon I always think of is that literally every character ever had fucked up trying to cut their hair by themselves, it's a fun pattern /lh

✵Fucking bet you Tethys used to bully Zef

✵ Timmy and Marco would love musicals actually

✵Explained it before- but in human form; I really feel like the merfolk in human form are still stronger and faster then the average human, Zef would be too but he's still getting used to the surface lmao ✵The fish bois most likely don't understand what hair dye is

"I'm dying my hair blonde tomorrow-"

"..you're killing your hair??"

✵Sera would either tolerate or HATEEEEE slasher movies omfg. Zef doesn't like the little mermaid movie solely because of that one mom dying scene.

✵I feel like Soheil wears reading glasses..it's just a vibe

✵do you think there's video games on the ship in the rebel series, cuz I feel like Naveed would DESTROY others at Mario kart He has daily competitions with Soheil, Torvin occasionally joins and destroys both of them at it

✵Nathan also seems like he rocks at video games, specifically the horror ones. Put him in Slenderman and he's getting out of there with all 7 papers within 20 minutes if not less

✵if Zef finds something shiny he'll immediately bring it to Sera, on some occasions he *purposefully* looks for shiny objects for him

✵He also has an ongoing mission to try and sneak up on Sera, but Sera always knows. Zef refuses to give up.

✵Guys you're really gonna need to hear me out on this one. Ray reads romance novels in his free time for fun. OH ESPECIALLY THE SAME WITH SKY- He wants to know what love feels like and what better way to learn than to read.

✵Ray had those little Beyblades back in middle school. Hell he probably STILL has them actually, just for the memories. Also it's a really cool trinket

✵Mercury has a subtle limp I feel ? From getting hurt all the time—well, not ALL the time, but enough times.

✵Zef has a VERY specific and picky music taste but the problem is you can barely figure it out because it changes like, every few days or so.

✵I feel like Konrad and Sky tend to dissociate a lot ? Just daydreaming and all

✵I'm going to need everyone to hear me out on both Zef and Sera liking photography. Clemmy shows them how to take photos on their phone and it’s all over—like HOW did you take 378 pictures in the span of an hour.

Then hits the realisation that humans live for like, a third of what merfolk live up to so Zef and Sera start hanging little photos of them and Clemmy they took in the cave where they'd meet up as a forever memory.

✵Not an HC and more of a theory- but hear me out, what are the chances Sky DOES turn back into a human somehow?? Smt smt the long line of dark magic that turned the elves into vampires clashes with the holy immunity and reverses him back....But also a negative and a positive make a negative—so instead of reversing him back it could either turn that ginger into god or kill him.

✵Zef thinks jumping out of the water to startle people is the funniest thing ever.

✵Zef, Nathan, Konrad, Sky, AND Ray stim. I rest my case.

✵If Timmy hears a new word, he has to repeat it at least three times.

✵actual crossover shit—Uno night would go CRAZY with all of them. For Ray's safety and sanity he doesn't join- "no I'm not playing Uno with a vampire, a zombie, an enhanced spy and a fucking mermaid. Get me OUT of here." And you know what I don't blame him—If someone said I have to play go fish with a werewolf I'd leave right then and there....Imagine playing go fish with merfolk though- I'd do it just for the jokes i fear.

✵Do not let any of these men anywhere near horror games actually, something is getting broken and it's probably the monitor.

✵ Timmy is the resident "baby" of this AU, and Ray is the extremely unwilling babysitter.

✵it's okay though he acquires Bodie as a father figure /hj

That's all yipppeee

[heavyhitterheaux]

40-22

See Me Through You Fic

Synopsis: You and your husband watch the Super Bowl along with your best friends in NOLA

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Seeing as Joe was doing a press run the week leading up to the Super Bowl in New Orleans, you decided that the two of you should have a party for it at your new house that Joe had surprised you with as a Christmas gift. A party that would literally only be your best friends, but still a party nonetheless. He had noticed that you were missing being in Louisiana more than usual and it had actually been in the works for him to buy it since the beginning of last year.

In order to get your input without actually telling you about it, he would show you different pictures that the designer was sending Joe and as soon as you had given him the approval, everything was a go.

This was your first time actually seeing the house in person and you immediately fell in love. There was a hallway leading to what would be considered the man cave of the house and the walls were decorated with pictures of both you and Joe at your time at LSU. Seeing this definitely made a few tears slip out that you of course blamed on your hormones being all over the place.

Ja'Marr and Justin of course wanted to see the house and essentially invited themselves over, even though they were going to be invited anyway. You had sent a quick text to Erin and Alisha to see if they were free and they of course said yes to be able to spend time with you.

Joe told you that he could order food so that the two of you didn't have to cook and he didn't want you to be on your feet for a long period of time.

Of course he was met with resistance from you since cooking was one of your many love languages the last thing he wanted was an argument to come out of it. He knew once you made up your mind about something that it was the end of the conversation. But if it was something that he was dead set on not letting go, he had no problem letting you know how he felt. But for now, he would just help you with what you decided to make and make sure you got breaks in between.

As you were making your famous chili cheese dip that you knew was going to go in less than ten minutes, Joe had just finished seasoning the wings and was about to put them in the oven.

He had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“You okay? And are my other two babies okay?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“Yes, babe. I told you that I'm fine. And they're fine too.” You replied and gave him a small smile before he gently moved you to the side to open the oven.

“As soon as we're done, you need to sit down and put your feet up so they don't swell.”

“Yes, Doctor Burrow.”

“Princess, I'm serious.”

“I know, I know and I promise I will. Just have one more thing to make and then I'll sit.” You replied as you reached up to kiss him.

“What else do you need help with so I can make this go faster?”

“They’re just cheesesteak sliders, but if you can start cutting up everything that would be helpful.”

“On it.”

When all of the food was done, Justin was already in the kitchen so you told him to come and get his plate so that way you could sit down yourself.

“Justin, it’s hot on the bottom, take the sides of it.” You told him as he was reaching for it.

“Uh huh.” He replied as he was still looking at the television and not at you.

“Don't touch the bottom. It's hot, move your hand away from it.”

Justin once again nodded and you decided since he wasn’t going to listen to just let him learn the hard way.

“Ow! DAMN, THAT’S HOT.”

“I know and I told your stupid ass two times not to touch the bottom, but you were so interested in looking at the TV instead. And you better not break my damn plate either.”

“Joe! Your wife was nicer before you got her pregnant!” Justin yelled towards him and Joe looked at him confused.

“Says who!?” Ja’Marr asked as he immediately chimed in and you gave them both a death glare.

“No, Justin, you just like to do stupid shit.” Joe shot back and Ja'Marr stifled a laugh.

“Next time I'm not cooking shit for yall. I can't even see my damn feet and they're probably swollen and I'm stressed because I'll have to probably call 911 messing with both of you. Justin, take this plate and get out my face. IMMEDIATELY.”

“But we didn't ask you to cook since I…”

“Ja’Marr keep talking and I'm going to make sure the next time I cook for you will be at your funeral.”

Ja’Marr immediately threw his hands up in defense as you went to sit down while everyone fixed their plate.

“Damn that food is about to be good as shit. Baby, can I request meatballs?” Joe asked you and you stifled a laugh.

“SERIOUSLY?” Ja’Marr asked Joe as he shrugged.

“No, Joe you got it backwards. It's funeral chicken and baby shower meatballs.” Erin told him while laughing and Ja’Marr made a face at her.

“Not you encouraging his nonsense….”

“Well Erin come through with the meatballs for our baby shower.” Joe told her and she quickly agreed.

“All you had to do was say the word. Consider it done.”

“So, no one is going to mention how my twin is planning my funeral?” Ja’Marr asked the entire room and everyone gave him a blank stare.

“No.” Everyone replied and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“She’s older and she's pregnant? Yeah, not getting into that one.”

“Some friends yall are.”

The game was just starting and Joe told you to sit down while he fixed your plate for you. He made sure you were comfortable with your multiple pregnancy pillows and put your feet up for you.

“The Eagles have one damn job and if they don't come through, I will RIOT.” Alisha said as she sat to the left of you while Erin was on your right.

“You and me both.” You told her as you turned up the volume.

It was during the second quarter when you suddenly got bored. The Chiefs were playing like they had never seen a football before in their lives and you honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing.

“Are they really serious right now?” Justin said out loud and in disbelief.

“Apparently they are.”

“I told yall that they aren't as good as everyone thinks they are. Because they are playing like straight ass.” Alisha added and everyone couldn't help but to laugh.

“Jalen is cute.” Erin said and you gave her a small smirk.

“AHT! Princess, wipe that smirk off your face!” Joe said and you held your hands up in defense.

“But I…”

“Nope, don't even try it. I saw it.”

“I only have eyes for you and you know that! Last time I checked I am pregnant with YOUR children."

"Mm hmm. Sure."

"Such a big ass baby." You quietly said, but he still heard you.

"Want to repeat that Mrs. Burrow?"

"Nope, I'm good." You replied while taking a sip of your lemonade while both Erin and Alisha laughed.

“As I was saying before, Joe rudely interrupted. Have you seen the entire team!? It's a TRAIN. And I wouldn't get off until I had a taste of the entire roster.” Alisha exclaimed, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Alisha, I heard that." Joe said, and she held her hands up and acted as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

“You know that there's 52 people on the roster, right?” You asked her and she immediately nodded her head.

“Like I said before, it's a train.”

Joe was on his second plate of food and focused on the game when you decided to send him a text.

Wifey- Baby, I'm bored.

Joey- You don't want to watch the game?

Wifey- Yes, but at this point I want it to be halftime. But in the meantime could you do something for me?

Joey- Of course baby. What do you need?

Wifey- For you to put your dick inside me

As soon as Joe read the text, his eyes went wide and he glanced at you with a smirk on his face as he bit his lip.

Joey- We have seven minutes until halftime

Wifey- I'm not missing Kendrick so we have to do it now

Joey- Go upstairs and I need to teach you a lesson for having a smirk on your face about that quarterback who ISN’T me

Wifey- So dramatic as usual. Just like a Sagittarius. Smh.

Joey- Just you wait until I get you alone

Once you got up, Joe was following your lead and Ja’Marr suddenly made a face at both of you.

“Where yall going?”

"Just going to the bathroom." You told him, but looked at you confused.

"And taking your husband with you?"

"Look Ja’Marr! My whole body is swollen and I can't see past my boobs!" You exclaimed as you crossed your arms and continued walking towards the stars as Joe stifled a laugh.

“Those things are going to be Z cups by the time the twins get here.” Alisha said without hesitation.

"So, you don't know where your vagina is located anymore?"

“Ja'Marr, if your twin wants to get her cheeks clapped by her husband who has clearly done it multiple times before since she's pregnant, that's her business. That's obviously where they're going.” Erin told him and he made a gagging noise.

"Bam Bam, keep talking and I will choke you.”

“Wouldn't be the first time.”

"Unless you're volunteering to wipe my ass, baby brother. By all means, come on.”

“NO! I'm good!”

“That's what I thought and that's why you need to mind your damn business.”

“You're my twin so you are my business.”

By this time, you had reached the top step and rolled your eyes before you responded to him.

“Leave me alone, Ja'Marr!”

“Never going to happen!”

As you entered your bedroom, you were attempting to walk towards the bed before Joe tugged your arm in another direction.

“If I take you on the bed, you know for a fact we'll be up here for the rest of the game and you are entirely too loud. No offense, princess.”

“Hmm, good point. Bathroom it is. And if Ja’Marr would have minded his business we would have been up here sooner! We have like 4 minutes now.”

“Then stop talking and let me take care of my wife.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

As you were coming down the steps, Erin was grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you and you instantly laughed at her.

“Nasty ass fuckers. Couldn't have even waited until we left.”

“I seriously went to the bathroom, dumbass!” You replied as you took your rightful seat in between your best friends just in time to see Kendrick come on the screen when Alisha leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“I know that white boy be turning you every way but loose.”

You tried so hard to keep a straight face but failed miserably as Ja'Marr shot you a look.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“You'll never learn, will you?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the TV.

“Probably not. You know I'm nosey.”

“And no lie was told.”

It was now the third quarter when the Chiefs finally decided to score, which clearly still left everyone unimpressed.

“See that's what they asses get for making sure we didn't make it in the playoffs.” Ja’Marr muttered to your husband who quickly agreed with him.

“Look, I'm just happy that I don't have to look at Taylor Swift for four quarters.” Erin confessed with Alisha letting out a laugh.

“And her boyfriend has done absolutely nothing this entire game.” You added before getting up and sitting on Joe's lap.

You sat to the side so that you could put your head on his shoulder and your feet in Ja’Marr's lap who quickly protested.

“Why are these things on me?”

“So they don't swell. Help a pregnant lady out. And besides I fed you and you're in my house. And I just got a pedicure so leave me alone!”

“She has a point.” Joe said and he crossed his arms in response.

“My going rate for babysitting those two when they get here is 50 dollars. EACH.”

“BULLSHIT. We watch baby uno for FREE.” Joe exclaimed in response.

“Because he's a low maintenance baby! Yall kids are about to be spoiled as hell with big ass heads that look like Joe. That last sonogram picture was wild. Count on having a c-section.”

“HEY! MY HEAD IS NOT THAT BIG!”

“Keep telling yourself that, Shiesty.” Justin muttered and it took everything in you not to laugh. You turned away from Joe, but he could feel the vibration of your laugh since you were leaning against him.

“My own wife laughing about jokes about me, I see.”

“Um, pookie… have you seen your baby pictures? It's always been big.” You asked him and he turned up his nose.

“I…forget about that Birkin you wanted for Valentine’s Day.”

“Hold on! Wait! I take it back!”

“Nope. Damage is done. I'm sleeping in the guest room.”

“Okay Mr. Dramatic.”

“AYE! ANOTHER TOUCHDOWN!” Justin exclaimed as he raised his arms in excitement.

“Andy needs to whoop everybody's ass on that field.”

“I think the Eagles got him covered in that department.”

“No 3 peat is happening at this point.”

It was now the final seconds of the fourth quarter and it was now set in stone that the Eagles had won. They were interviewing Jalen when a thought popped up in your head.

"I can not believe they got their ass beat this bad. I feel like a curse has been lifted." Justin said, and you stifled a laugh.

“I expect everyone in this room that has an NFL contract to be in the super bowl next year. Do with that information what you will.” You said and all three of them looked at you.

“If the front office actually gets its shit together so we can keep everyone we need.” Joe said before rolling his eyes.

“Are we going to make bets? I think we should.”

“Sure when the regular season starts, but my husband needs to take me to Disney World after he wins. And Ja’Marr is on babysitting duty.”

“Fine, 250 dollars an hour. EACH.”

"You must be out of your damn mind." Joe told him in response as he looked at him in disbelief while you were laughing.

[ask-geralt]

You guys want to know one of my favorite things about Edwin? He loves how smart his friends are. He gets so excited and outright a w e d whenever they think of something clever, make a keen observation, or offer a solution to their problems. All I ever want to write is Edwin who eloquently gushes and praises his friends' intelligence and skills. Edwin who, when the occasion arises, gases them up when they get self deprecating, because to him it's not an opinion, it's a FACT that they're smart, and good, and kind, and brave. That they're all equals. I would even go so far as to say he, himself, feels he has to continuously work and study so hard to keep up with them, to continue contributing.

Genuinely I feel like it's a pretty big factor in his hostility towards Crystal in the beginning. When Charles and Edwin first talk with her post-exorcism, she's unimpressed with the work they did to save her, and she insults the name of their agency, which Edwin and Charles are both clearly fond of. Charles, who's used to laughing at digs far more hurtful than that considering his life before death, let's it roll off him easily, but Edwin takes it more personally. From there, he grows jealous because of the attention Charles is giving her, made worse when Crystal proves her powers ARE faster than the methods the boys used before meeting her. Edwin feels like he needs to prove he's better, or at least still useful where Crystal isn't ("We all have talents.") to Charles, because if Crystal can do everything Edwin does, and does it better, then why would Charles keep sticking around? And of course, Crystal returns his hostility beat for beat, as she should. I feel like her subtle attempts to smooth things over and get along with Edwin aren't talked about enough, like she lets him get away with so many snide and openly rude comments before she starts biting back again in episode one. But Edwin holds a grudge and she shouldn't have to take his attitude towards her lying down, not forever, and neither of them are willing to, say, try and ask the other why they're so snippy towards each other, or apologize lol. Honestly their dynamic is so layered and fun to pick apart!!

What really seals it for me is the contrast in his reaction to Crystal compared to Niko. He warms to Niko pretty much immediately, calling her charming and quickly getting down to business on saving her, without even a token protest about helping yet another living girl. And I think that comes down to her attitude towards their assistance, what she brings to the table for the group's dynamic, and her willingness to let them do their thing without rocking the boat on methodology. She doesn't come across as a threat to Edwin's friendship (repressed and unacknowledged crush absolutely not helping either) with Charles, since she and Charles don't interact much, especially not one on one the way he and Crystal do, so she doesn't ruffle Edwin's feathers at all compared to how instantly and repeatedly Crystal gets under his skin.

All this to say I love all four of them, I love that they've all got their strengths and skills, I love that there's also that overlap, that they all get to do detective-ing and that Edwin doesn't get that petty protectiveness over that role. Yes he feels threatened by Crystal, but that has everything to do with Charles and nothing to do with her being competent, in and if itself. He doesn't see himself as a Sherlock Holmes with three Watsons following him around. He likes it when the others are clever, when he's not being a petty bitch (affectionate) who hates change/new things lmao

[just-pug-things]

Tips for artist learning?

Draw. And have fun doing it.

To elaborate.

Many people who ask and answer this kind of question are thinking about tutorials, guides, and courses to improve their artistic skills. You will hear things like, "You need to work on your fundamentals," and be pointed in the direction of guides like DrawABox or Proko or Ethan Becker's Youtube channel or the many, many other resources that exist. Beginners need to build their skills, right?

This is the incorrect starting point. And why is that?

Before I started drawing Just PUG Things, I drew very irregularly. Every time I tried to draw something, I was struck by my own inadequacy, my amateurish lines, scribblings that failed to transform into beautiful, elaborate illustrations. Drawing was an uphill struggle as I tried to draw faces that weren't disproportionate, taking hours to draw something that always looked so, so wrong.

I was discouraged from drawing by people around me. My drawings were scrutinised, labelled as weird (I couldn't draw faces), innapropriate (I was trying to draw people) and immoral (I was trying to express the pain I felt).

Everywhere on social media I was surrounded by the beautiful art made by incredible artists. And instead of admiring them, all I could do was peer down into that endless valley between our skills and despair. I was jealous of their ability, devoid of joy in my own. Why was I struggling so much when someone on the internet could do something better, faster?

Every time I picked up my pen, it was like fist fighting an active anthill; painful pointless punching that results in nothing. It was like this for years, but I couldn't give up making art nevertheless. I felt like I'd shoved myself into an iron maiden and was unable to leave.

Does any of that resonate? Does any of that feel familiar? Does any of that make you think, "That's me!"

Then first and foremost what needs to be repaired is your relationship with art. To rekindle the love for art that will keep the flame of your candle burning bright. To make it a part of your life routine so you make art because that's just what you do. Lynda Barry's book, Making Comics, was my inspiration when things got hard. It will not matter how many guides you read, art courses you complete, Youtube videos and TikToks you watch if you never make any art.

After that? The art learning gets easier.

Get a personal project (like, oh, I dunno, a weekly comic about a game you love) where you encounter art problems and think, "I don't know how to do that," and then start looking online (or in libraries) for what other people did to solve that problem.

Get interested in the craft so the studying and learning isn't merely a chore but something fun and exciting so you're actually motivated to draw hundreds of boxes and cylinders and enjoy it.

Get really obsessed with a character and draw them so many times that their essence gets directly injected into your bloodstream.

Get time to enjoy other forms of art that does not immediately appeal to you and try to understand what is so captivating about it to others who love it.

(Get friends like mine, who encouraged me to to start drawing Just PUG Things, which started as a 'ha ha wouldn't it be funny if I drew the tomfoolery in duty finder idk how to draw any of the stuff but-' 'you should do it' and now here we are. They kept my spirits up during times where I couldn't do it myself.)

But first and foremost: Draw. And have fun doing it.

[nothingbutroublex]

I want to be so fucking pregnant that I’m angry about it.

It’s mid august, you come into our room after putting our other children to bed. I’m laying there, a week over-due, gravid and heavy, fans blasting at me from every angle because I’m so pregnant I can’t stand the heat.

“They’re both asleep,” you whisper, carefully watching your every tone to make sure you don’t disturb me. My eyes flutter open and fill with tears. “Get this fucking baby out of me,” I beg, tears dripping down my checks.

You smirk a little bit and try to hold back from laughing, slowly shaking your head. “Baby, you know the last two didn’t come for weeks after your due date..” you slowly make your way over to the bed, lean down to grip my heavy belly. “You know just as well as I do, this one’s not coming for a while. I can’t do anything about it.”

I break into a sob, shaking my head. “Please, please at least try, I am so fucking pregnant.”

You listen to my words carefully and lean back, really realizing how true they were. I am beyond pregnant, my body is at its breaking point, my belly so swollen it doesn’t even look humanly possible, my engorged tits dripping with milk because you got me pregnant immediately after the last one and I’m still breast feeding.

“I’m sorry, love, but you know you probably have a couple of weeks left, nothing we try has ever worked..” you say quietly, leaning back down to rub my heavily pregnant belly gently.

I growl, reach up and grab the back of your neck, tears tears streaming down my face. “I need you to fuck me until my water breaks. Now.”

You chuckle a little bit and move your hand down to my swollen pussy, which is already dripping in anticipation. “I can try, but you know as soon as you push this one out, I’m just going to fill you with another..” you start to rub tiny circles around my swollen clit, and my hips start to buck at just that gentle movement. Pregnancy has made me so horny.

I let out a loud sigh and shake my head “stop touching me, just fucking get this baby out of me.” You roll your eyes and easily throw me into position, even though I’m so heavily pregnant, your strong arms have no problem throwing me around. I’m now on my hands and knees, my belly so big and heavy it’s pressing into the mattress and leaving a heavy indent, even being on all fours. You slowly undo your belt and drop your pants from behind me. “Baby, this won’t work. You’ll be pregnant for atleast another week or two and I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” you mumble before slowly slipping your hard cock into me, letting out a gasp. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so much better when you’re this over due…” you slowly slide your cock in and out, knowing if you go and faster, you’ll blow your load immediately and I’ll be even angrier.

You reach down and grasp my aching, heavy belly with both hands. “God baby, you’re so fucking pregnant…” I let out a sign of relief as you lift up the weight, nodding slowly. “I know. Get this fucking baby out.” You laugh a little, continuing to stroke my belly as you thrust your cock in and out.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep you like this a little longer… let’s see how far overdue you can go this time…”

[mytherapyisreading14]

From Steps to Sparks

Summary: Your best friend is getting married soon and is now taking dance lessons. She's dragged you into it, the only problem is, you don't have a dance partner. When the team finds out, they arrange for Spencer to accompany you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 6,6k

The conference room at the BAU is more quiet than usual. You, Derek, and Emily are stretched out across the room - exhausted but relaxed because you just finished your current case successfully.

“…I’m just saying,” Derek says, grinning as he leans back in his chair, “if he’d run five more seconds, I would’ve had him. No sweat.” Emily raises an eyebrow. “Sure. Right after I teleported in and read him his rights.” You chuckle. “You two should take this act on the road.”

As the laughter fades, your phone buzzes quietly on the table. You glance at it and sigh as you read the incoming message. Emily catches the shift in your expression. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” she asks and you can hear the concern in her voice. “Yes it’s just my best friend. She’s getting married and she reminded me our dance class starts tomorrow.”

Derek perks up. “Dance class? You? That’s something I’ve gotta see.” You give him a look. “Don’t get too excited. She didn’t want to do it alone and dragged me into it. And now she wants me to bring a date.” Emily laughs. “She’s matchmaking and choreographing?”

“Apparently so. But honestly, I’m not thrilled about the idea of getting all up close and personal with some stranger. It just feels awkward.” Emily and Derek exchange a familiar look, the kind that never means anything good for you. They’re grinning before you can say a word. “What?” you ask suspiciously. Emily leans in. “You could always ask Spencer.“ You blink. “Spence?”

Derek leans back with a teasing smile. “Come on, he’s probably memorized every dance style from the last three centuries. And he definitely wouldn’t step on your toes that much.” Emily smirks. “And you wouldn’t have to worry about weird vibes. Plus... you'd look adorable together.” Before you can respond, the door opens and - speak of the devil - Spencer walks in, balancing a coffee and a book in one hand.

Derek immediately calls him over. “Hey, Pretty Boy! You got plans tomorrow night?” Spencer looks up, a little surprised, but walks over. “Hey. Uh… not that I know of? Why?” Derek spreads his arms like it’s obvious. “Perfect! You’re going to a dance class.” Spencer freezes mid-step, blinking. “Wait… what?”

You cover your face with your hand, already regretting everything. Derek grins. “Our friend here” - he says and nods toward you - “needs a partner. Her best friend is getting married, dragged her into dance lessons, and wants her to bring someone.” Spencer turns to you, brows slightly raised. “You need a dance partner?”

You glance up at him with an awkward smile. “Only if you’re willing to suffer through it with me.” Spencer hesitates for half a second. “I mean… I did read a book on traditional ballroom etiquette last year. And technically, dancing is just applied physics, right? I mean, I’d… I’d be happy to help. But only if you actually want that. Not because they volunteered me.”

You give him a small smile . “Yeah. I’d like that. If you’re okay with it.” Spencer smiles, that shy, crooked grin that always makes your heart beat faster. “Of course I am. Then I’ll do my best not to step on your feet,“ you say.

“I mean, statistically, in beginner-level partner dances, foot-stepping is actually one of the most common sources of anxiety, especially when one or both dancers have little prior experience. But coordinated movement improves rapidly when you practice with someone you’re comfortable around. The brain responds better to physical rhythm when cortisol levels are lower, and familiarity tends to reduce that.”

He pauses, realizing what he’s doing, and pushes his hair back awkwardly. “So... what I’m saying is... uhm… It’ll probably go better than you think.” You can’t help but smile at him because it’s classic Reid, and because, somehow, that long-winded explanation actually makes you feel better.

Derek laughs, clapping him on the back. “That’s the attitude, genius.” Emily just laughs, already pulling out her phone. “Oh, I have to be there for this.” You groan. “This is going to be a disaster.” But even as you say it, there’s a part of you that’s actually kind of looking forward to tomorrow night.

-

It’s the next evening, and you stand outside the dance studio with your best friend and her fiancé. The air smells faintly of warm asphalt and summer as you slowly approach the entry with its tall windows. Your heart beats a little faster, but it’s not just nerves about the dance class.

“I still can’t believe Spencer’s your dance partner,” your friend says, grinning wide as she clutches her bag a little tighter. “I mean, we’ve known him forever, and for years been waiting for something to happen between you two. And now, here he is.”

You laugh softly, a little embarrassed. “I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. But yeah, there’s definitely something more there… even if we never really say it out loud.” She winks at you. “Well, it’s about time. And now that you’re dancing together, there’s no escaping it.”

Just then, Spencer comes around the corner. His hair is its usual tousled mess, a shy smile playing on his lips. You shyly raise your hand and wave. He waves back, his eyes lighting up a little as he walks toward you. “Hey,” he says softly, and your friend grins mischievously and nudges you before she turns to Spencer.

“So, Mr. Partner-in-Crime, ready not to step on my friend’s toes tonight?” Spencer smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ll do my best.” With a last laugh, you all step inside the dance studio together, ready for whatever this evening will bring.

-

The dance studio is softly lit, with polished wooden floors that gleam under the overhead lights. Mirrors line one wall, reflecting every awkward step and nervous glance. You stand beside Spencer and your dancing teacher Derya - a graceful woman with a beautiful smile - claps her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone, we’ll start with the basic box step,” she says, demonstrating the slow, deliberate movement. “Step forward with your left foot, side with your right, then close your left foot next to the right. Then step back with your right foot, side with your left, and close your right foot next to the left. It’s called a ‘box’ because the steps trace a square pattern.”

You watch her carefully, then glance sideways at Spencer. He’s focused, biting his lip just a little. You can tell he’s trying not to overthink it, but knowing him, his brain is already running a mile a minute. You give a small, encouraging smile. “Ready to give it a try?” He nods. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

You both start moving through the steps together, slow and careful. Your feet don’t trip, and you manage to stay mostly coordinated. Spencer matches your movements, his brows furrowed in concentration. “It’s like a rhythm puzzle,” he says quietly, “trying to line everything up. Actually, the box step is interesting because it creates a closed loop of motion. From a neuroscience perspective, repeating a pattern like this helps build muscle memory through repeated neural pathways.”

You grin. “Only you could make dancing sound like a science lecture.” He shrugs, a little embarrassed but pleased. “It’s all connected, right?” Derya walks around, offering tips and gentle corrections. Spencer’s posture straightens, and you notice his nervous energy starting to ease. You feel your own tension relax, too.

After a few minutes, you’re both finding a rhythm. You even manage a small smile as Spencer accidentally steps a little too close. “Okay, not bad so far,” Derya says cheerfully. “Let’s add some turns.” You swallow, suddenly feeling the class get more challenging. She demonstrates a gentle spin for the leader, followed by a turn for the follower.

Spencer leans toward you, whispering, “You’re the follower, right?” You nod, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Okay, I’ll try not to spin you into the floor.” You laugh softly. “Fair enough.” The music shifts, a soft, rhythmic beat filling the room. You start the turn, Spencer guiding you with surprising confidence. For a moment, it feels almost effortless.

Then, just as you complete the spin, your foot catches harshly on Spencer’s, and you stumble badly, nearly falling forward. Instinctively, Spencer’s arms shoot out, catching you firmly around your waist. You find yourself pressed close to him, his chest warm against yours.

Your eyes meet, and everything else seems to fade - the mirrors, the other dancers, the music. It’s just the two of you, caught in this quiet, unexpected moment. “Are you alright?” Spencer asks softly, his breath a little uneven. You nod, heart pounding. “Yeah… thanks to you.”

He doesn’t let go right away, his eyes searching yours as if trying to read something deeper. A small, shy smile tugs at his lips. “I promise I’ll be more careful,” he says quietly. You smile back, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest that has nothing to do with the dance studio heat.

Derya claps her hands again. “Excellent effort, everyone! Dancing is about connection and trust, not perfection. Keep that in mind as you practice.” You and Spencer exchange a glance, both silently acknowledging the growing closeness between you.

Derya finishes today's class 30 minutes later and everyone starts packing up their things and taking off their dancing shoes. Only now do you realize how exhausting it really was. But you still had fun. This dance class doesn't seem to have been a bad idea, especially since it's bringing you closer to Spencer.

As you step outside the studio, the warm night air feels refreshing after the concentrated energy inside. You glance at Spencer, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’re actually not bad at this,” you say, teasing lightly but honestly. He looks surprised but pleased. “Really? I’m glad to hear that.”

You take a breath, gathering your thoughts. “Thank you… for doing this with me. I’m really glad it’s you and not some complete stranger I have to dance with.” Spencer smiles softly, his eyes meeting yours. “Me too. It makes it easier.”

You both stand there for a moment, the quiet between you comfortable, as if something has shifted, just a little, in the space between you. Spencer glances at you, curiosity in his eyes. “So, when’s the next class?” he turns over to your friend. “Thursday evening, same time,“ she says. He nods. “Alright, I’ll be ready.”

You smile and start gathering your things. “Well, I should get going. But you better brace yourself. I’m already curious what kind of comments the others will have tomorrow.” He raises an eyebrow and gives you a shy smile. “Sounds like I should prepare myself then.”

You laugh softly. “Definitely. It’s going to be interesting.” With a final smile, you wave goodbye and head off, your heart still fluttering from the night’s unexpected moments. Thank God Derek set Spencer up for this.

-

The BAU bullpen is quiet when you arrive early the next morning. You grab a coffee from the kitchen and lean against the counter, still waking up and replaying last night’s dance class in your mind. The soft hum of the lights fills the room, and for a moment, you enjoy the calm before the storm.

A few minutes later, the rest of the team starts filing in, one by one. Emily appears first, spotting you immediately and grinning like she’s been waiting for this moment all night. “So?” she asks, practically bouncing on her toes. “How was the dance class? Did Spencer survive being your partner?” You laugh softly. “He did, surprisingly well.”

Derek strolls in behind her, smirking. “I’m just wondering how many times you guys managed not to step on each other’s toes.” You roll your eyes playfully. “More than you’d think. But it wasn’t too bad.” Emily nudges Derek, shooting him a knowing look. “You know, it’s about time these two actually spend some real time together. I swear, you can feel the tension from across the room.”

You glance over, cheeks warming, but before you can say anything, Garcia pops in from her office with a big smile. “Oh, you two better spill the details! How’s the new dance duo doing? Any sparks flying on the dance floor?” The whole team seems to lean in, waiting for you to confirm the rumors.

You clear your throat, trying to keep it light. “It was fun. We’re both a bit awkward, but we’re learning. And yes, Spencer’s surprisingly good at not stepping on my feet.” Derek laughs, “That’s promising.” Emily grins wider. “Just wait. We’re all rooting for you two.” You smile, feeling a little nervous but mostly happy.

Just then, Spencer walks into the bullpen, slightly rumpled but with that familiar focused look on his face. As soon as he spots you and the others gathered around, he raises an eyebrow. Emily grins and waves him over. “Hey, Pretty Boy! How was your big dance debut last night?”

Spencer approaches, trying to keep his usual composed demeanor, but you catch a brief smile tugging at his lips. “It went well, thank you. I managed not to completely embarrass myself.” Derek smirks, exchanging a glance with Emily. “We’re still deciding if that counts as a win after the whole ‘almost falling’ incident.”

You laugh, nudging Spencer gently. “Yeah, you definitely stepped on my foot at least once, but I survived.” Spencer chuckles softly, eyes meeting yours. Emily leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now that you’re officially stuck with her for the whole course, you better get used to being close and not just on the dance floor.”

Spencer’s cheeks flush slightly, but he nods. “I suppose I’ll do my best.” Derek chuckles. “Sounds like commitment to me.” The teasing is annoying but somehow still nice, filled with the unspoken hope from everyone that this dancing partnership might lead to something more. You glance at Spencer, your heart fluttering just a bit. Maybe this dance class really is about more than just learning a few dancing steps.

-

The past few weeks fly by faster than you expect. Between cases, paperwork, and dance lessons, the days blur into each other. Before you know it, there are only a few classes left before the wedding.

One afternoon at the BAU, you find yourself in the break room with Emily. She leans against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand, giving you that knowing look she’s mastered so well. “So,” she says casually, “only a couple lessons left. You and Spencer still managing to stay upright?”

You laugh softly. “Mostly. We’ve actually gotten… kind of good at it. He’s way more focused than I expected.” Emily smirks. “Focused, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?” You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Okay, maybe a little more than just focused.”

She watches you for a moment, then tilts her head. “Have you thought about taking him to the wedding? As your plus-one, I mean.” You pause, caught off guard but only for a second. The truth is, you have thought about it. More than once. “Yeah,” you admit. “I’ve actually been thinking about that a lot lately. I feel… really comfortable with him. It’s easy. And he makes me feel like I don’t have to force anything.”

Emily’s expression softens. “That sounds like the beginning of something real.”You look down at your hands, then back up at her. “Maybe it is.” She nudges your shoulder gently. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think he’d be honored to go with you. You should ask him.” You nod, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah… I think I will.”

-

It’s later that evening, and you’re standing outside the dance studio once again, bundled in your coat against the cool air. Your best friend scrolls through her phone next to you, her brow furrowing. “Ugh,” she sighs. “I just got a message that our class is canceled tonight. Our teacher is sick.” You glance up at the familiar building, its windows dark. “Seriously? That’s a first.”

“Yeah.” She slips her phone back into her bag and shrugs. “Honestly, I’m kind of glad. I still have so much left to plan for the wedding. I’m going to head home and try to knock a few more things off the list.” You nod. “Makes sense.”

She gives you a quick hug. “But maybe you can still get a little practice in. You know, since you’ve got your favorite partner.” You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips as she waves and disappears down the sidewalk. Just as she turns the corner, you hear footsteps approaching.

You glance up and there’s Spencer, walking toward you with his usual thoughtful expression and his bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey,” he says as he reaches you, “did I miss something? The place looks dark.” You shift your weight slightly, brushing your hair behind your ear. “No, you’re on time. Class is canceled, our teacher’s out sick.”

Spencer frowns lightly. “Oh. That’s too bad.” You hesitate for a second, then glance up at him, a little shy. “I was thinking… if you’re not busy, maybe you could come back to my place? We could still practice a bit so we uhm… don’t fall behind.”

Spencer looks pleasantly surprised, but he smiles right away. “Yeah. I’d really like that.” You feel something warm settle in your chest as the two of you turn away from the studio and start walking side by side into the night.

-

Back at your apartment, the two of you clear a space in the living room. The lights are soft, a playlist humming quietly in the background. Spencer shrugs off his jacket, and you kick off your shoes, both of you slipping easily into the rhythm you’ve built over the past few weeks.

You dance for a while. The two of you are focused at first, counting steps under your breath, trying to remember what Derya showed you. Spencer is careful, gentle in how he moves with you, guiding your steps like he’s thinking through every motion before he makes it.

Time passes quickly, and soon you find yourself letting out a small laugh as you miss a beat and stumble slightly. “Okay,” you say, breathless, stepping back, “I need a break before I collapse.” You sink onto the sofa, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Spencer stands there for a moment before dropping down next to you, equally flushed from effort.

“I was going to ask,” you say between breaths, “do you want to order something? I’m starving.” Spencer nods immediately. “That sounds amazing. What are you in the mood for?” he asks. “Italian?” you suggest, already reaching for your phone. “There’s a great place a few blocks from here.”

He leans a little closer to see the menu with you. “Looks good.” You both make your selections, place the order, and set your phones aside. There’s a short, comfortable silence until Spencer turns to you with a slight tilt of his head. “We’ve got a little time before the food gets here,” he says. “Want to run through that one spin again?”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “You’re relentless.” He grins. “Just committed.” You sigh with mock resignation and get back to your feet. “Alright, one more round.” But this time, the tone shifts completely. Neither of you is really focused. You’re laughing too much, teasing each other as you try to stay in sync. Your timing’s all over the place, and you keep stepping on each other’s toes.

“You’re totally throwing me off!” you giggle as you spin a beat too late. Spencer holds up his hands in defense. “You’re the one who said you were starving, maybe it’s low blood sugar.” You roll your eyes, then smile as he takes your hand again. “Okay, okay, one more time.”

He tries to lead you into the spin, but your foot catches his, and suddenly, you lose your balance. “Wait - !” You stumble, grabbing instinctively at his arm - but you both go down, landing in a heap on the carpet. You land on top of him, your hands pressed to his chest to keep from crashing into him entirely.

There’s a beat of stunned silence. You look down at him, heart racing, and your cheeks flush bright red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry -” But Spencer’s not complaining. He looks up at you with wide, amused eyes… and something softer beneath. You don’t move. Neither does he.

Your breath catches a little as your eyes meet his, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of how close you are and how warm his hands feel, one resting gently at your back. You lean in, slowly, without thinking, just a few inches separating you now - Ding dong. You freeze. Spencer blinks.

You scramble upright with an embarrassed laugh, brushing your hair back quickly as you hurry to the door. “That must be the food.” You open it to find the delivery driver holding a warm paper bag, which you accept with a grateful smile.

Back inside, you carry the food to the living room, and Spencer is already sitting upright on the floor, trying to act like the moment didn’t just happen but his ears are just as red as your cheeks. You sit down beside him again, passing him a container and chopsticks.

Neither of you says anything about what just happened. But the air between you hums a little differently now. You unpack the food in quiet motions, placing the warm containers on the coffee table between you and Spencer. The scent of tomato and garlic fills the room, but neither of you reaches for anything right away.

For a brief moment, there’s silence - not uncomfortable, just… charged. Like the air hasn’t quite settled since the moment on the floor. You clear your throat gently, breaking the silence as you hand Spencer his fork. “So,” you start, voice soft but steady, “I get to bring someone to the wedding.”

He looks up at you, giving you his full attention. “And,” you continue, tucking a loose hair behind your ear, “we’ve been dancing together all this time, and… I just feel like it makes sense. I mean only if you want to. But I’d really like it if you came with me.” You glance at him, nervous suddenly. “Would that be okay? Would you want to?”

Spencer doesn’t answer right away. Not because he’s unsure, but because he’s smiling, slowly and sincerely, the kind of smile that reaches his eyes. “I’d like that,” he says softly. “I’d really like that.” You feel a warmth settle in your chest. You smile back, and this time, the silence that follows isn’t awkward at all. You both reach for your food, the easy rhythm between you returning but now with something new in it.

-

The next morning at the BAU, you’re standing by the coffee machine when Emily walks in and spots you. She gives you that sharp, curious look she always has when she knows there’s something to dig into. “So,” she says, raising her brow as she pours herself a cup, “did you end up asking him?”

You try to play it cool, but your smile gives you away almost immediately. “Yeah. I asked him.” Emily blinks, then breaks into a wide grin. “And?” she asks curiously. “He said yes,” you say, a little quieter. “He’s going to be my plus-one.” Emily’s grin widens even further. “Finally.”

Unfortunately for your hopes of a low-profile announcement, Derek happens to walk by right at that moment and naturally, he catches every word. “Ohhh?” He turns, hands on his hips. “Did I just hear that Pretty Boy is officially wedding-bound with you?” Before you can answer, Penelope pokes her head around the corner like she’s been summoned by gossip radar. “Wait what?” she gasps. “Spencer’s your plus-one?!”

You groan, but you’re laughing. “Can I tell one person something in peace around here?” Derek claps you gently on the shoulder. “Absolutely not. This is what happens when you drop relationship bombs in public spaces.” Penelope’s eyes are practically sparkling. “It’s about time! Honestly, you two have been orbiting each other like anxious little planets. Did you kiss yet?” You go still for a second, then mutter, “Almost.”

The collective gasp from the three of them is dramatic and immediate. “Wait, what do you mean almost?” Emily demands. You cover your face for a moment, then lower your hands with a sigh and a smile. “We were dancing, we fell - long story - and I was about to… you know. And then the food delivery showed up.” There’s a beat of silence.

And then Penelope throws her head back and groans. “I swear, if I ever meet that delivery guy, I’m filing a complaint. Or giving him a very stern look.” Derek laughs, shaking his head. “Man, the tension is killing me. I might wear a tux to this wedding just to be ready if something finally happens.”

Emily leans against the counter, sipping her coffee like she’s watching her favorite soap opera. “So, when is this wedding we’re all living vicariously through?” You grin, cheeks warm. “This weekend.” Another chorus of gasps. Penelope looks like she might combust.

“Oh my god. That’s practically tomorrow! I need to emotionally prepare.” You raise your hands. “Which is why I seriously need help. I still don’t have a dress.” Penelope doesn’t even pause. “Emergency declared. Emily, JJ, and I are coming with you.” Emily nods without hesitation. “We’re clearing our afternoon.”

You blink. “Wait—really?” JJ walks by just in time to hear and chimes in casually, “What time are we meeting?” You laugh, a little overwhelmed, but touched. “Okay, how about four?” you suggest. “Perfect,” Penelope says, already pulling up potential shops on her phone. “We’ll make you shine.” Derek shakes his head with a grin. “You guys are a whole operation.” You look around at your chaotic little work family, heart full. Yeah. You’re in good hands.

-

The soft lighting of the boutique should feel calming, but after trying on what must be your hundredth dress, you’re leaning your forehead against the fitting room mirror with a dramatic sigh. “This is it,” you mutter to yourself. “This is how I die. Buried under a pile of tulle and regret.”

Outside, you hear Penelope’s cheerful voice. “Come on, sugar! We believe in you! One more! I swear this one is going to be the one.” You roll your eyes playfully, but you pull the next dress off the hanger anyway. You slip into it slowly, almost expecting the same disappointment - too tight here, too dull there - but as soon as it falls into place and you turn to face the mirror… You freeze.

It’s simple, elegant, but not too much. The color flatters your skin perfectly, the fabric hugs you in all the right places without feeling overdone. It’s you - only elevated. Heart fluttering a little, you step out of the fitting room. Emily looks up first, her eyes widening. JJ’s jaw actually drops. Penelope clasps both hands over her chest. “Oh. My. God.“

You stand there, suddenly shy under their stares. “That’s the one,” Emily says, no hesitation. “You’re not trying on another thing.” JJ nods, getting up to circle around you. “It’s perfect. Clean lines, great fit, and it’s so you. Effortless but gorgeous.” Penelope fans herself dramatically. “And when Spencer sees you in that? Oh, he is going to lose it. In the best way.”

You laugh, your cheeks warm. “You really think so?” Emily grins. “I know so.” Then Penelope squints at you. “Only one thing left to settle… what are you wearing underneath?” You raise a brow. “Why does that matter?” Penelope raises both brows right back. “Oh honey, everything matters. The foundation is just as important as the gown.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Well… I may have already taken care of that. Bought something a while ago. Just in case.” There’s a chorus of pleased gasps. JJ laughs. “You so did not.” You shrug innocently. “Just covering all my bases.” Penelope throws an arm around your shoulders. “Our girl is ready. Dress, check. Lingerie, check. Wedding date who’s clearly half in love with her, check.”

You groan. “Okay, okay. Can we just pay before you all make me combust?” Emily tosses her arm around your other shoulder. “Only if we go get drinks after this.” JJ’s already grabbing her bag. “Absolutely. We are celebrating.” Penelope nods eagerly. “Tonight, we raise a glass to friendship, great fashion, and impending romantic developments.”

You laugh, letting them steer you out of the boutique, your dress carefully bagged and in hand and your heart a little lighter than it was before. Because now, everything’s ready. And you’re more than a little excited to see what happens next.

-

It’s already late afternoon when you finally unlock your front door and rush inside, kicking it shut behind you with your heel. You’ve spent the entire day helping put the finishing touches on the ceremony setup - wrangling florists, calming down her stressed-out mother, and making sure the playlist didn’t mysteriously vanish from the DJ’s laptop.

Now you’re home… and you have barely an hour to transform yourself. You throw off your coat, toss your shoes into the corner, and immediately head for the bathroom. The makeup bag’s already open on the counter - foundation, mascara, liner - you work fast, balancing on the edge between panic and precision. Your dress hangs in the doorway like it’s waiting patiently for its moment.

You curl your hair in record time, smooth a bit of color onto your lips, and step into the dress with practiced care. A deep breath. Then another. You glance at yourself in the mirror. Not bad. Actually… pretty damn good. You’re just slipping into your heels when the doorbell rings. Your heart skips just slightly. You walk to the door and open it.

Spencer’s standing there in a perfectly tailored suit - crisp white shirt, dark tie, jacket buttoned just right. His hair’s styled, slightly messy in that effortless way that probably isn’t effortless at all. But as soon as his eyes land on you, the cool, collected expression he arrived with melts away instantly.

He blinks, and his gaze sweeps down your figure, slowly, like his brain is still catching up with his eyes. “Wow,” he breathes. “I mean… wow.” You feel your cheeks heat as he stares, momentarily stunned. “Hi,” you say softly. Spencer exhales a quiet, amazed laugh and finally meets your eyes again. “You look… incredible. Like, stop-time kind of incredible.”

You smile shyly, smoothing your hand down the side of your dress. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself, you know.” He laughs, his ears turning slightly pink. “I mean, you always look great, not just today. I mean…” He clears his throat. “You’re always beautiful. But tonight, you’re… wow. Really beautiful.” You bite your bottom lip to hide a smile. “Thanks, Spencer.”

He nods quickly, still looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real. “Are you ready? Or… is there anything you still need? Something I can help with?” You shake your head. “I’m good. My best friend and I went over everything earlier, so there’s nothing left to do now except show up.”

He offers you his arm, his smile a little crooked. “Then I guess it’s time to go turn some heads.” You link your arm with his, still smiling, and lock the door behind you. As you walk toward the car together, his hand brushes gently against yours, and for a brief second, it almost feels like he might take it. But for now… you’re both just quietly enjoying the way things are falling into place.

-

The sun filters softly through the trees as you sit among the gathered guests, the gentle murmur of whispered excitement floating in the air. Your best friend stands at the altar, radiant and glowing, her hands trembling just a little as the officiant begins to speak. You watch her with a full heart, a smile that won’t quite fade playing on your lips.

As the vows unfold, you feel your eyes sting with tears - not sadness, but pure joy. The words spoken about love, partnership, and commitment echo in the quiet space around you, wrapping everyone in a warm embrace.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Spencer shifting slightly beside you. His gaze flickers toward you with quiet concern. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, voice barely above a whisper. You blink back the tears and turn to him, your smile honest and bright.

“I’m more than okay. I’m happy - so happy. She’s found the right person, Spencer. The right man for her. And knowing she’s in good hands… it just fills me with this kind of peace.” Spencer nods slowly, his expression softening. “That’s… really beautiful.”

The ceremony continues, and you feel the atmosphere tighten with emotion. Around you, guests wipe away tears; some hold hands; others steal glances filled with hope. You reach out instinctively and squeeze Spencer’s hand. There’s something quietly powerful in this moment - the way love can be both a personal victory and a shared joy.

As the couple exchange rings, you whisper, “I hope one day I’ll find that too.”Spencer’s eyes meet yours, full of warmth and something deeper. “Maybe it’s closer than you think.” You glance away, heart pounding, just as the officiant pronounces them husband and wife. Applause ripples through the crowd, and you stand, clapping with everyone else, your smile genuine and wide.

-

Your best friend and her fiancé - now husband - take the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. All eyes are on them as they glide gracefully to the music, the room glowing with warmth and happiness. Guests smile, some dabbing at tears, caught up in the beautiful moment. The energy hums with love and joy. As the dance ends, the crowd erupts into applause and cheers, officially marking the start of the celebration. You turn to Spencer, excitement sparkling in your eyes.

“They just nailed that,” you say softly. “Now the real celebration starts. I’m so curious to see how they handle the rest of the day.” Spencer smiles warmly at you. “I’m really glad to be here with you.” You nudge him gently. “And you know what? Our moment’s coming soon, too. We finally get to dance and show off everything we’ve learned.”

His eyes light up. “I’m really looking forward to it.” He grins playfully. “We just have to make sure we nail the spins… don’t want to send anyone flying across the dance floor.” You laugh, feeling a lightness in your chest. “Definitely not. No accidents tonight.”

The DJ announces the floor is open for guests, and Spencer offers you his hand. Taking a deep breath, you step onto the polished floor with him. Once in his arms, a calm warmth spreads through you. He leads effortlessly, your steps syncing perfectly with the music.

You find yourselves locking eyes often, the world around fading away. His fingers brush lightly along your back, gentle and reassuring. Sometimes, his hand glides over yours, a tender touch that sends a flutter through your chest. You stand close, almost as if your bodies remember a rhythm of their own, hinting at something deeper between you.

You laugh softly each time he spins you gently or pulls you in for a twirl, your smiles mirroring the joy swelling inside. Catching his gaze again, you see the same happiness shining back. In his arms, you feel safe, cherished, and alive. After a while, your feet begin to protest, and you lean in to whisper, “I think I need a break. Maybe something to drink?” He nods with a smile. “Sounds perfect.”

Together, you leave the dance floor and find a quiet table. Sitting down, you soak in the festive atmosphere, your hearts still beating fast from the dance. You look at him, gratitude in your voice. “Thank you, Spencer. For coming with me, for doing that dance class. I’m really, really grateful.”

He squeezes your hand gently. “I’m glad I did. It’s been… special. I’m happy to be here with you.” You smile, warmth spreading through you, knowing this night will stay with you forever.

-

The party inside is buzzing - warm lights casting a golden glow, laughter mixing with the soft hum of music. The room feels cozy but alive, packed with friends and family celebrating the day. You and Spencer have just finished dancing again, spinning and stepping in rhythm, your laughter blending with the joyous noise around you.

Your chest still flutters from the closeness, the way his hand rests lightly on your back, and how his fingers brushed gently over yours while you danced. Every so often, your eyes meet, holding a silent conversation full of something unspoken but electric. The warmth between you isn’t just from the room - it’s something more.

Spencer leans in slightly, his breath warm near your ear. “This is crazy loud in here,” he says with a soft smile. “Want to step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?” You nod, grateful for the chance to breathe and maybe catch your breath from all the excitement. Together, you weave through the crowd, feeling the buzz of the party fade behind you as you step onto the terrace.

Outside, the cool night air wraps around you like a soothing blanket. You shiver slightly, feeling the chill nip at your skin. Spencer notices immediately. “You’re cold,” he says softly, slipping off his blazer and draping it over your shoulders. His hands linger a moment, making sure the fabric settles comfortably.

You lean against him, the warmth of his body a comforting contrast to the cool air. “Thank you,” you whisper, voice soft, feeling suddenly very safe and warm. The moment feels intimate, just the two of you away from the crowd. After a brief silence, Spencer looks down at you, eyes full of something unspoken.

“I’ve wanted to tell you something for a while,” he says softly, his voice a little hesitant but sincere. You meet his gaze, feeling your heart flutter. “Funny, I’ve…I‘ve wanted to tell you something too,” you admit and before he can continue, the words are spilling out of you. “I guess… I’ve had feelings for you long before this dance class even started. I just didn’t know how to say it, or maybe I was afraid to admit it - even to myself.”

You take a deep breath, your eyes locked on his. “But spending all this time together, learning, laughing, even stumbling over each other’s feet - it made everything so much clearer. I realized I don’t just want to be your dance partner. I want to be… more. I want to spend more time with you, to share moments like this, to be close to you, not just on the dance floor but in everything.”

Spencer’s smile deepens, and he gently squeezes your hand. “I feel the same way. You’ve been on my mind since the moment we started this whole thing. I guess I was just waiting for the right moment… or the courage to say it.”

You stand close, the world around you fading away until it’s just the two of you. Your heart races as the feelings you’ve both kept hidden finally have a voice. “I’m so glad it’s you,” you whisper. “That it’s us.” He pulls you even closer, warmth radiating between you as he leans in and kisses you - softly, deeply, with all the promise and love you both feel.

[flwrkid14]

Falling for the One You Can’t Have

Jason had never been one to catch feelings easily, especially not in Gotham’s mess of a world where life moved too fast, too unpredictably. But it started small—just another rescue, another guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. A witty joke here, a grateful smile there, and soon, Jason found himself seeking out the boy who seemed to be Gotham’s favorite target for muggings and kidnappings.

Danny, the guy with a laugh that rang through the night and eyes that always sparkled with a mischievous glint, had become a small, unexpected light in Jason’s world. Sure, Jason wasn’t some lovesick idiot—he told himself that constantly. But each time he saved Danny, the witty banter and the easy way they fell into conversation made him feel something more. Slowly but surely, the small crush grew.

He started to look forward to bumping into Danny, even if it was because of yet another mugging or hostage situation. Jason would stick around for a little longer after each rescue, tossing casual remarks, feeling his heart beat a little faster every time Danny laughed at one of his jokes. The thought of asking Danny out had crossed his mind more than once, but it wasn’t like he’d ever had great luck with relationships. Maybe he’d try, though—eventually. He just needed to figure out how to do it without making things awkward.

Then Tim called for a family dinner.

Jason wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. Family dinners weren’t his scene to begin with, and the fact that Tim insisted this one was important only made him more reluctant. But, Tim was family, and it wasn’t like Jason was doing anything else that night. So he dragged himself there, expecting the usual chaos of a Wayne family gathering.

When he arrived, Jason immediately felt something was different. Tim had this weird glint in his eye, like he was excited about something. That was never good. Jason kept his usual distance, sitting near the back, arms crossed, trying not to be annoyed by whatever announcement Tim was about to make.

But then Tim stood up, calling everyone’s attention to the middle of the room. “Hey, thanks for coming, everyone. I have someone I want to introduce to you all. He’s really important to me and has been for a while now.” Jason perked up a little, curiosity getting the better of him. That’s when Tim said it: “This is Danny, my boyfriend.”

Jason felt the floor drop out from under him.

And there, standing beside Tim, was Danny—his Danny, the guy Jason had been saving, the one he’d been building up the courage to ask out. He looked just as charming and witty as ever, smiling brightly at everyone. Jason couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. All he could do was watch as Danny wrapped an arm around Tim and introduced himself to the rest of the family.

It felt like a punch to the gut.

Jason tried to steady his breathing, his hands clenched under the table. He couldn’t break down here, in front of everyone. He had to be cool, calm—just like always. But inside, his heart was shattering. How long had they been together? How had he not known?

When Danny’s gaze met Jason’s, his eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh hey! You’re Red Hood, right? You’ve saved me a bunch of times—thanks for that! I swear, I’m a total danger magnet. Usually Tim’s around to keep me out of trouble, but he’s been busy with Wayne Enterprises stuff lately, so it’s nice to have someone else watching my back.”

Jason nodded numbly, forcing a tight smile. “Yeah, no problem,” he mumbled, his throat tight.

It was worse than Jason could have imagined. Danny had been saving all his love for Tim—Tim, of all people. His younger brother, the one Jason was supposed to protect, the one who had swooped in and taken the one person Jason had allowed himself to care about. Not that Tim knew, of course. No one knew. And Jason couldn’t blame him—he couldn’t blame anyone.

As the dinner progressed, Jason tried to tune out the couple’s affectionate gestures. The way Danny laughed at Tim’s jokes, the soft touches between them, the way they looked at each other like no one else in the world mattered. Each moment felt like a knife twisting deeper into Jason’s chest.

He actively avoided joining in on any conversation with them, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact. He couldn’t bear to see the love in Danny’s eyes when he looked at Tim, knowing that it would never be directed at him. That dream—the one where Jason had imagined maybe asking Danny out, maybe finding some happiness for himself—it was gone. Shattered.

All Jason could do now was smile through the pain, pretend everything was fine, and show his support for Tim. For both of them. Because that’s what family did, right?

But deep down, it hurt like hell.

Jason excused himself as soon as he could, slipping away from the table before the dinner had even finished. He couldn’t stand to see the two of them any longer. Once outside, he let out a shaky breath, leaning against his motorcycle and staring at the sky.

Jason was always the one saving people. But this time, there was no one to save him from the aching void in his chest.