#planning on getting my tubes tied as well

[mallgothchloe97]

I don’t want kids(RANT)

I really don’t understand why people especially conservative Republican women make such a big stink about other women not wanting kids. I mean we all know why because patriarchy, but it still puzzles me how it’s looked at like it’s such a sin to not want kids or even dislike kids.

I don’t want kids.

I don’t like kids.

I don’t want the responsibility of being a parent and I don’t wanna deal with messes, the expenses, the yelling, the crying the screaming, the tantrums, the list can go on.

What also annoys me is when people ask you “when you gonna have kids?” and I say “I don’t want kids,” they go “why not?” and I just say “because I don’t want kids,” “oh you’ll change your mind,” yeah they always hit me with that “you’ll change your mind, your young,” crap.

Hell even when I was a kid I knew I didn’t want kids and they would even pull that stunt with me.

Here I am 27 about to turn 28 next month and I still don’t want or like kids.

“How could you hate kids?”

I never said I hate kids.

I just dislike them and I don’t want kids.

But apparently that’s a no no especially when it comes to women.

As a woman you are expected to have kids and I don’t want to be a part of that.

That doesn’t mean I want bad things to happen to children, that doesn’t mean I want kids to be unhappy or hurt, that doesn’t mean I want to hurt children and that doesn’t mean I am one of those douche canoes that makes “hating children,” their entire personality.

“But you’ll die alone with your cats!”

Good! I’m perfectly fine and in content with that.

I will admit I am selfish.

I like my free time, I like my money, I like my sleep and I like being alone.

Wanna have children, go ahead and have your happily ever after, I support you and I support the mamas out there but don’t get all pissy with me when I say that’s not the life I want.

That is all.

[dfortrafalgar]

Bring Your Daughter(s) To Work Day

Law x Fem Reader (kinda)

When the babysitter cancels last minute, Law is forced to bring his daughters to work with him, and deal with the emotions they unknowingly make him feel.

A/N: SURPRISE- BONUS CHAPTER FOR IMLY!!! this came to me suddenly and i hammered it out. this can be read as a standalone, but i wrote it with the intention of it being directly connected to the universe of my long form fic "I'm Losing You"

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff here, folks. established relationship, third person POV, reader is only present in the beginning and end of the story, some suggestive language sprinkled throughout but nothing explicit

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Law watched with dejected eyes as his wife dropped her head into her hands, a harsh groan leaving her lips.  Under her breath, quiet enough so her kids couldn’t hear her profanity, she uttered, “Fuck.”

“Let me guess,” Law mumbled.  “She canceled?”

“This is the last time we use this babysitter,” she growled, turning off her phone and flipping it upside down so the screen faced the table, ignoring whatever incoming messages might appear.  “It’s going to be too late to find any sitters now, and their school doesn’t start for another week.  It’s not like we can just drop them off somewhere or leave them here alone.”  She picked up her gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in deep concern.  “Law… I can’t miss this interview.”

“I know, baby,” he whispered back, reaching his hand across the kitchen table to stroke her clenched fist.  “You’re not going to.”

“Do you have a plan, then?”

Law bit the inside of his cheek as he searched his mind for any feasible solution.  One of the biggest interviews of his wife’s career was on the following day, ever since she cordially parted with her last job after having their twins.  She spent the first year of their life physically recovering from the birth, as well as having her tubes tied to prevent any more reproductive issues, the couple happily deciding that they were fine with two children.  The following toddler years were spent at home with Cora and Rose, his wife being assisted by Uncle Shachi, Uncle Penguin, and Auntie Ikkaku whenever they were free.  On days where Law was out of work, he made sure his wife was completely hands-off, taking his daughters out so his wife could spend some much needed time alone or out with her own friends.  The two had a comfortable balance, allowing for ample time spent with each other, their daughters, as well as valuing their personal lives.  Law’s cardiothoracic surgeon salary was more than enough to afford comfortable living in their small house filled with two six-year-old girls and a dog, but he could tell his wife was desperate to get back to a working schedule again.  There was never an issue with having more income, after all, and the doctor knew his wife was never one for the stay-at-home lifestyle for the long-term.

“I’ll bring them with me,” he stated suddenly.  His face remained completely neutral.

“What?” she yelped, standing from her chair.  “Law, you can’t.  You’re a doctor.”

“I don’t have any operations tomorrow, and I’m only working 12 hours.  I’ll bring them with me when I leave at 9, and you can pick them up after your interview,” he explained.  “I have plenty of staff, and there’s a children’s room in the cardiac ward.  They’ll have things to do and people to talk to.”

His wife frantically searched her husband’s face for any sign of indifference or reluctance to his own claim.  Finding none, she slowly sank back into her chair.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re absolutely positive?”

“I am.”

“And you promise to not traumatize them?”

Law pursed his lips.  The week prior, he found his girls in the backyard poking a dead, gutted rabbit with a stick.  He didn’t think he had much to worry about.  “I promise.”

Finally letting her shoulders relax, his wife slumped over and rested her forearms on the kitchen table, plopping her head against them and shielding her face from the world.  A small chuckle exited Law’s lips as he stood and rounded the furniture, coming to rest behind his wife and placing his deft hands on her shoulders, massaging the knots out of her tired muscles.  She visibly relaxed even more from his touch, almost as if she was melting from the motions of his hands.

“You always know exactly what to do to make me feel better,” she sighed, tossing a glance at her smirking husband from over her shoulder.

“Everything’s going to work out.  You’ll do amazing at your interview, the girls will behave themselves at work, and we’ll all live happily ever after,” he hummed, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on the back of her head.

“Can you bring home ice cream tomorrow?” she asked, her voice finally regaining its light and airy demeanor as her sullen mood finally lifted.

“Of course.”

—

“Girls.”

Law’s stern golden eyes looked in the rear-view mirror, watching as Cora and Rose immediately snapped their attention to their father from the backseat.  Rose clenched a book in her small hands, well above her age’s reading level, while Cora fiddled around with the broken arm of a Stealth Black action figure.

“Remember to be on your absolute best behavior today, alright?” he stated firmly.  “I’ll be around to check on you both for most of the day, but when I’m not there, you need to be good for the nurses.”

“We know, daddy,” Cora chirped.  “Mama told us you’d be coming home with ice cream if we were good.”

“I’ll be coming home with ice cream regardless,” he replied, a small smile growing on his lips.  “But if you’re not good, you won’t be getting any.  It’ll just be for Mommy and I.”

He laughed as his daughters screeched from the backseat, flabbergasted at the mere insinuation that they might not get a share of any delectable treats.  Fondness welled in his heart as he listened to the twins bicker over their shared behavior.  Through their short six years on Earth, they had already grown into strong, individualistic young ladies who were practically inseparable.  Law cried on every single birthday.  They had turned him into quite a softie.

His foot gently depressed the break of his car as he turned into the sprawling hospital’s parking garage, driving up the ramps to the third floor and slipping into a parking space reserved for staff.  He diligently grabbed the large childcare bag from the passenger seat, slinging it over his shoulder before proceeding to free Rose from her restrictive (but very safe) car seat, followed by Cora, who clambered to get out of the car and holler into the echoing abyss of the parking garage, giggling at the way her voice bounced off the concrete pillars and walls surrounding her.  Rose held her hands over her ears, cringing at the sound.

“Get it out of your system now, baby, you can’t be yelling like that in the hospital,” Law uttered, grabbing each girl by the hand and slowly walking with them toward the hospital’s entrance connected to the parking garage by a small hallway and two elevator shafts.

Rose firmly gripped her father’s hand in her right, clutching her book in her left.  Cora skipped along, tripping over her feet, and sang into the air.  “Gather up all of the crew!  It’s time to ship out Binks’ brew!  Sea wind blows, to where?  Who knows!  The waves will be our guide!”

Rose mumbled, her small voice whiny and irritated.  “Cora, you’ve been singing that all day.”

“I love that song!” the younger girl retorted, almost stepping on Law’s foot.  “Uncle Luffy taught it to me.”

Law bit back a smirk, yet rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.  Leave it to that boisterous man to introduce his daughters to the life of high-stakes maritime activity.  He’d be lying if he said playing pirates with his girls wasn’t some of the most fun he’d had recently, however.  It only took a bit of a negative turn when Cora, pretending to be the infamous Blackbeard, landed a punch against Law’s groin so harsh it made him double over.  It wasn’t like she knew any better, but amidst his wife’s worried yet hysterical laughter, he wondered if that blow was enough to make him infertile.

He shrugged the thought into the back of his head, releasing Rose’s gentle hand to press the elevator button, leading his girls into the small space and watching in silence as the doors closed in front of them, carrying them down two levels to the cardiac ward.

“Daddy?” Rose asked, looking up at him.  “What do you do all day?”

Law pondered briefly.  “On days where I don’t have operations, I usually do rounds for patients.”

“What are rounds?” asked the curly-haired girl.  

“I go from room-to-room and assess each person’s health and how they’re doing,” he explained.

“Can we join you?” Cora suddenly asked, staring up at her father with her own large, golden eyes.

“I’m afraid not, sweetpea.”

The younger twin pouted before suddenly growing frazzled out of nowhere.  “I LEFT MY ACTION FIGURE IN THE CAR!!!”

Rose quickly covered her ears again at her sister’s shrill scream.

“We’ll get it later, baby,” Law tried to console.  He nervously glanced at the LCD screen above the button panel, about to reach the first floor.  “I can get it for you on my lunch break.  Can you wait until then?”

Cora’s face was growing flushed as she puffed out her cheeks, her eyes welling with heavy crocodile tears.  “But I want him now!  He’s going to die in the car!”

Law rubbed a hand over her hair.  “He won’t die.”

“He will!”

“I’ll save him before he does,” he said back.  “Shhh, keep your voice down, baby.”

Rose removed her hands from her ears with an audible, relieved sigh.  Cora was appeased… for now.  She’d have to deal with profound, inescapable boredom until noon, or at least until her mom came to pick the two up and save them from the children’s room at the hospital.

All things considered, the girls were fantastically behaved.  They watched on quietly as Law scanned his badge to enter the high-security corridors leading to the cardiothoracic ward, nodding a wordless hello to the various nurses and doctors who passed by, each offering fond, excited smiles to the young girls.  The long, winding hallways of the hospital were ginormous in comparison to the twins, who were used to the much smaller hallways of their kindergarten building, but they kept their hands in their father’s as he led them to his ward.

“Can you remember what I said in the car?” the surgeon asked, scanning his badge over one last electronic box on the wall, the click of the door’s lock signaling its opening.

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Rose obediently replied, more excited to be able to get back to her reading in peace.

“We promise,” Cora added.  She opened her small mouth one more time, as if to add a second thought, but quickly shut her jaw and stared straight ahead.  Law cocked an eyebrow at the display, but didn’t question it further.  If the little girl had an issue, she would immediately let him know.

There was a children’s room, which was really just a small space situated behind one of the nurses stations, used primarily for families with very small children.  When a person would be admitted to the cardiac ward, any potential juvenile visitors were welcome to use the children’s area to remove them from the otherwise clinical, scary environment of the hospital.  The entire space was stocked with coloring books, light reading for ages 4-10, building blocks, and other miscellaneous playthings, all thoroughly sanitized before and after each visit.

When Law rounded the corner into the doorway of the children’s area, Rebecca was crouched down on the floor, diligently wiping down a set of large plastic building blocks with a sanitizing wipe.  Her large, brown eyes glimmered as she saw Cora and Rose, having not seen them in quite some time.  It wasn’t like Law brought them to work often.

“There are the guests of honor!” sang the pink-haired woman, discarding the wipe into a nearby trash receptacle and hurrying toward her superior and his two excited daughters.  The girls pulled away from their dad and hugged Rebecca’s legs, instantly remembering the warm smile and bright laughter of the nurse who happily knelt to their level and pulled them to her chest.  “It’s so wonderful to see you two again!”

“Let me know if they give you any trouble, Rebecca,” Law sighed, smiling at the sight albeit scrunching his eyebrows at the potential his children had for causing petty issues.  They were their mother’s daughters, after all.  Their well-behaved exterior made room for some very sinister six-year-old schemes.

“How could these sweet angels cause any trouble at all?” Rebecca giggled, ruffling Rose’s head of thick, curly black hair.  “I will, though, sir.  No problem at all.”

“I’ll be back in about two hours for my short break.  Cora, Rose…” the surgeon called their names, alerting their attention once more.

The silence in the room was palpable as Law brought two of his fingers to his eyes, gesturing his hand toward their faces as if giving a silent threat that he had his eye on them, even if not in the same room.  He had a playful smirk on his face as he did so, leading Cora to stick her tongue out at her dad.  Rose gave her sister a light shove, harshly whispering about the ice cream reward still looming over their heads.

—

Two hours and far too many patient rounds finally came and went before Law was able to take a short break, proceeding to the children’s room with his ample amount of paperwork in an accordion binder held in his arms.  He’d be able to get some time to work on it while sitting on the floor at the squatted table while he gave his nurse a much needed reprieve from his daughters.  While marching through the long hallways of the cardiac ward, the surgeon pulled out his phone and smiled at the text that had come in from his wife, about 30 minutes prior.

Mama What do you think of this fit???  I mean, im going with it, but do i look hot and professional?

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Mama Right answers only.  Also, are the girls behaving alright???

His wife did indeed look stunning.  Her curves fit elegantly into a sharp, black pencil skirt that flared slightly below her knees.  Sheer tights complimented her supple skin, and sophisticated yet casual wedge heels boosted her height by a good inch or so.  She was posing in the mirror of their bedroom, one hip jutted out propping up her free hand that she graced over her waist.  A trendy blouse was tucked into the skirt, the top few buttons still undone.  Grinning down at his phone and holding his folder tighter against his abdomen, he fumbled to type out a response while walking.

You know you look stunning, baby.  Absolutely gorgeous.  You’re going to do up those top buttons, though, right?

He watched the incoming message bubble appear and disappear a few times before her response came in.

Mama Duh, i was just hoping that showing off some cleavage would give me extra points with you <3

Law fought to bite down the chuckle that rose in his throat, not wanting to attract attention. As long as I get to undo those buttons later.  He was feeling bold today.

Mama Ice cream first, sex later.  Love you baby <333

Law quickly shoved his phone into his pocket after thumbing out a quick good luck message for her upcoming interview, which she was surely traveling to at that very moment.  He pushed open the door to the children’s room, quickly pushing back any inappropriate thoughts of his beautiful wife and smiling at the sight of his daughters.

Cora was in the middle of utilizing every single building block the room had to build a convoluted structure that took a plethora of odd shapes.  She was being assisted by another young girl who’s curious violet eyes watched inquisitively at each new block added to the structure.  Rose was in the adult-sized chair across the room, her nose buried in a new book.  Judging by her original book on the floor by the legs of the chair, she had finished that one after only two days.  A new literary record.  Rebecca was absent from the room, most likely having left to continue her own duties, but judging by the faint smell of light cleaning alcohol in the room, she hadn’t been gone long.

With a smile, Law sat on the floor across from his daughter’s, and the new girl’s, strange structure.  “What are you building?”

“A submarine.  Can’t you tell?” Cora replied, placing a pink-colored block on top of an ominously leaning stack.

The new girl, who’s hair was a deep shade of purple, stared at Law with huge, curious eyes before a cheeky grin broke out on her face.  “Are you the doctor taking care of my papa?” she asked.

Law grinned.  “Could be.  Who’s your papa?”

“Tenguyama Hitetsu,” she confirmed cheerily.  “Well, he’s not actually my papa, but he also is.”

A lightbulb clicked on in his head.  He had just been in Mr. Tanguyama’s room, and had no idea that the elderly man had any child under his care.  It was then he remembered that the man had described a young girl as his ‘student’ rather than ‘daughter,’ but he still spoke about her with such fond language.  Kurozumi Tama.

“Tama’s been helping me build,” blurted Cora, bringing herself to her feet to place another block on the tower attached to what was supposed to be a submarine.

“You two make a good team,” Law replied fondly as he turned his attention to his oldest daughter.  “Rose, what are you reading?”

Her new book was substantially thicker than the one she brought with her.  There were no pictures on the cover.  She tilted the object down only slightly to speak with her father.  “Rebecca brought it for me when I asked.  It’s a book about common heart conditions in adults.”

Somehow, Law was not surprised.  He didn’t even question it, watching as the black-haired girl turned her attention back to her book, disregarding any potential response from her father.  Without another word, and without wanting to distract the kids from their intense focus, he scooted across the floor to the squatted table and opened his accordion folder, flipping through his paperwork to pass his two hour break, counting his blessings that he had such easy, albeit… strange, children.

He couldn’t stay focused long enough to begin filling out his patient charts, however.  Especially not when he was swarmed with thoughts about his family.  As he picked his gaze up and glanced across the room at his daughters immersed in their own little worlds, happy as clams in their special ways, he couldn’t fight the swelling in his heart.  His wife, after worlds of difficulty, had given him two of the greatest gifts of his life.  Those gifts were now six years old, about to start first grade, reading above their level, building and drawing, holding conversations, and were filled with boundless love.  They hadn’t yet reached the age where they were embarrassed to hold hands with their dad in public, and they were still too young to fully understand the world around them, but it was clear as day to the surgeon that his little girls were bound to learn the tough realities of their lives sooner rather than later.  It made his chest pang thinking of how quickly they had grown up.  It felt like just yesterday that Law was by his wife’s side in the delivery room, finally holding his babies after they were allowed to leave the NICU, happy, healthy, and already beginning to babble and whine for their next feeding.  He remembered looking at his wife, the woman of his dreams, who had gone through far more than any human should in bringing these girls into the world, kissing her lips and thanking her, thanking whatever deity was in the heavens that she was still alive and well.

“Daddy?”

Rose’s voice broke Law from his trance, his sharp golden eyes darting up to meet hers.  The book was folded in her lap, her hands tracing the embossed letters on the hard cover.  

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice small and concerned.

A lump developed at the base of Law’s throat.  His girls looked so much like his wife.  He forced the rock down his esophagus and smiled at his little girl.

“I’m just fine, sweetpea.”

—

Law had needed to stay for an extra hour and a half after his shift was supposed to end, much to his distaste.  After his close-call to an emotional outburst that afternoon, he wanted nothing more than to run home, embrace his wife in a hug, and cuddle with her on the couch with the ice cream that he had promised her.  When he was finally able to slip into his car, the backseats empty (save for the Stealth Black action figure that was completely forgotten about by noon) with Cora and Rose having been picked up by their mom, he pulled out his phone to send his wife a text only to find that she had sent him one first.

Mama Look how tuckered out they are!!!

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Mama What did you do to them???  LOL

The image was immediately saved to Law’s camera app.  Cora and Rose were curled up on the plush carpet in their living room on both sides of Bepo who was sprawled out on his back.  Their little arms wrapped around the dog’s torso, their faces squished into his warm, white fur as they snoozed in one conjoined unit.  He quickly tapped out a text that he was coming home, placing his phone in his bag and proceeding out of the parking garage as quickly as he could.  With the only places still open at that hour being the gas station, he stopped at the nicest one in town and picked up three pints of ice cream, as well as a few extra treats to surprise the girls with when their new friend, Tama, came over for a playdate in a few days.

When Law finally entered his house, the only light still on was the lamp beside the couch.  All the curtains were drawn, shrouding the living room in a pleasant, dim warmth.  His wife was on the couch, laying back with her phone in her hand.  She quickly stood up when Law entered, excitedly yet quietly closing the gap between them and capturing her husband’s lips in a tender kiss.  He cheekily took the freezing bag containing the ice cream and pressed it against the thin cotton t-shirt she wore to bed, cooling her skin and making her suppress a surprised yelp.  She giggled as she playfully batted Law’s chest.

“You tease!” she whispered.  “I don’t wanna wake the girls.”

“With the way they were sleeping in that picture, I doubt we’ll wake them up,” he replied, his voice low as his lips stole another kiss, lingering a few moments longer.  His heart fluttered at the feeling of his wife smiling into his gesture, her hands trailing over his chest, shoulders, and up into his fluffy black hair.

When she pulled away, he finally noticed the blouse she still wore, all the buttons done up.  “Good, because you still have to take this off of me.  I’m uncomfortable.”  She snatched the bag out of his hands, procuring her own pint of ice cream.  “After this, obviously.”

“Of course, of course.”  Law followed her lead, grabbing his own treat after placing his other goods into the freezer and following his wife to the couch with two spoons in hand.  Bepo was on his dog bed snoring up a storm, which he had been doing much more often in his older age.

“How did your interview go?” he finally asked, smiling as his wife snuggled into his size, using a blanket to grip her ice cream without freezing her hand.

“I think it went well, I was so nervous, though.  I had to apply an extra layer of deodorant in the car because I was sweating so much,” she explained.  “But the manager seemed pleased with my resume.  And she knew Ms. Boa, so hopefully that means my recommendations will be worth it.”

Law held her close while opening his own ice cream.  “I’m sure it will be.  You’re a shoe in for that position.”

“You’re just saying that,” she mumbled, taking a spoonful of the frozen treat.

“You like when I say things,” Law replied with a smirk on his lips.

She sunk further into his chest, letting his warmth embrace her.  Her mind swirled with images of the man, when they started dating, when he proposed, on their wedding night, in the hospital multiple times, holding his daughters… the woman blinked away fond tears and swallowed her emotions with another hefty spoonful of ice cream.

“What are you thinking about, gorgeous?” asked the man behind her, his voice gruff and tired from a long day in the hospital.

“Nothing…” she mumbled back, hiding her face in his neck.  “Just how lucky I am to have you.”

[weebsinstash]

Ok so tmi (on the tmi blog lol) but the first day of my Cycle I had a dream that I had just given birth and I was holding my baby and I was goddamn euphoric even though the logical part of me was like “???? I am 22 and broke i CANNOT have a baby rn” and I woke up crying and called my friends like I WANNA HAVE A BAAAAAABYYYYY I WANT A BAAAAAAABYYYYYYYY so basically. Imagine. Miguel catches you in a moment of weakness. And he NEVER. FUCKING. FORGETS IT.

Oh wow girlie those period hormones grabbed you by the uterus and absolutely REFUSED to let go

NO BUT FOR REAL don't look at me but I've been thinking of a concerning number of ideas where it's like, "Reader suddenly realizes they may want a baby and is actually putting serious thought into it and Miguel finds out (bet your ass Peter B tells him, i can see him as a "well intentioned" platonic guardian/mentor figure who sells you out to Miguel the second he thinks you're doing something risky or he thinks it's for your own good) and Miguel starts making all these plans and preparations behind your back to have a baby with you" and obviously I like the extra juicy option of "he found out you got extremely depressed and tied your tubes or something because you either see no point in you having a kid/think it's too late, OR, Miguel was the only person you were looking at as a potential father and you either decide it wouldn't work out or he does something to hurt you and you lose trust in him" so like, the double whammy combo of him being hit with the news you basically walled off your fertility that he's kinda fantasizing about AND you blame him for it

You see him chokeslam Miles on the train and having all these serious anger and stress issues and you're like "hmmmm don't like that" and basically make the tubal ligation appointment that week (but, you know, he'll either interfere before you can actually get it or even reverse it later on)

Like. Ugh I'm not sure if I should go super into detail bc I feel like I want to put this scene in the YouTwo fic or in a different idea i have thats more centered around motherhood, but, picture he catches you in his monitor room one day after you've lost your home dimension, you're having a little more than just a small identity crisis, and he catches you having Lyla show you the model for your life, or what the algorithm had predicted your life was supposed to be like before your universe just magically poofed away. You're just staring at these holograms with tears running down your face and he occasionally catches you starting to reach out like you want to touch what you see. He comes to stop you because he already knows all too well where this could lead, you can't become tempted to break canon and go somewhere else, but you beg him to let you watch just a little longer

"I was supposed to get MARRIED! I was supposed to have a BABY! I was supposed to have a family!! It's not fair!!"

And he's in total agreement with you because, who even fucking knows why your universe suddenly destabilized and vanished. He sees you as this person who has so much promise and potential who had their destiny and future literally snatched away from them and now you're lost and confused on what you're supposed to do, like really he totally understands why you feel so aimless. But watching these holograms is like torturing yourself, and he goes to stop you when you just keep crying because this is basically sending you into a critical mental health episode

"Someone was supposed to fall in love with me... we were supposed to have a baby... would I have been a good mom? Would I have had a boy or a girl? Cant you at least let me find out what my daughter's name would have been?"

And it's like NOOOO you can't hit him with the daughter card, don't you see what you've DONE!!! Gets him right in the heart. Now he's got this massive soft spot for you, bigger than it already was anyways, and he can tell over time you're just really starting to, grieve the future you were supposed to have, falling into a depression. Peter B is hanging around with Mayday like he usually does as both men can tell you're really staring at his baby today and he offers to teach you how to hold her. you're standing there misty eyed twirling one of her little curls around your finger as her dad starts volunteering information to you, "you know she's about XYZ months old now, they aren't really talking yet at this age but they're really curious about their surroundings and--"

Miguel watches as you start talking about children and suddenly get this really really tortured expression and just say "it's not meant to happen" and or some combination of "it's too late for me" and gives him his baby back a little too quickly in typical "I am clearly leaving the room to go cry" fashion. Meanwhile Peter B is like 38 wondering why you think you're out of time or it's not supposed to happen

Miguel's working one day and Peter is trying to shove his phone in his face, "you know I think this is one of the BEST photos of Mayday I've ever taken, she's looking so cute here, you just GOTTA see it" and Pete just won't let up and Miguel finally looks just to humor him because the man is being unusually annoying and, it's a photo of Mayday, duh, but being held by you, and you're clearly looking down at her with watering eyes and the smallest little smile that says "I'll die for you" and Peter is just all 😏 as Miguel is 'suddenly' interested in the photo. "That's a really good photo of MAYDAY, right? 😏 I figured you would like it, that photo of MAYDAY 😏" and Miguel is just grumbling and grouchy bc he sees what this guy is tryna do, but he's still like ".... send it to me later, I'm trying to work right now"

It's even worse if you're a member of his strike force because you're constantly around him, Peter B, and Jess. Miguel just, idly wondering where you are and deciding to walk around a little bit and eventually finds that you're having some sort of conversation with Peter B and Jess and he can tell you look really weepy as the other woman invites you to feel her baby kicking, like, you could not more obviously be developing baby fever, and you ARE around that age, and ESPECIALLY if you live in Nueva York because it's like, YEAH you're still a Spider and YEAH you help the Society with stuff but. Your home universe is gone, your canon is gone, you're kind of. Free as a bird really? But you're also scared because, if someone was destined to love you, does that mean it technically isn't meant to be to fall for anyone else? You can't exactly hook up with people at the Spider Society because of canon or them already having relationships, and you don't exactly have identifying documents if you wanted to try and adopt

I think it'd really reach a stressful breaking point if you and the strike force go to another universe to fight an anomaly and Miguel catches you staring out into the crowd of people you just saved and he sees what youre looking at instantly and his heart sinks. Another you, another normal you, never bitten by a Spider, is standing there with her husband and her little sputtering baby, and he has to all but drag you away as you cry "it's not fair, it's not fair, why does SHE get a normal life!!"

Sidebar for a moment, I think that's probably also one thing that would be so INFURIATING about the doppelganger stealing your life story because THEY have a home universe and YOU don't. They take your life, they take literally everything you have left, your friends, your sense of community, your literal purpose. I've already decided on YTs motivations but could you imagine you finding out YouTwo actually has a decent life and maybe even a husband and kid of their own and you're just furious because they're basically abandoning their duties back home not only as a Spider but as a parent/spouse to steal what YOU have? You can't kill them because it would break their canon and kill like countless people but Miguel and the others would def let you beat the shit out of your evil double and get some of your anger out. Like. Jesus could you imagine Miguel kicks you out thinking you're the fake and after you're gone, YouTwo breaks canon and that's what exposes them, or theyre exposed when they eventually take a trip back home and get caught. The Society's regret, the guilt, the anger, just marinate me with the drama

But anyways back to Being Sad and Babycrazy, you go missing one day and Miguel has to decide what to do when he finally tracks your bracelet and you're back in THAT dimension again. He has to physically track you down using your bracelet's signal because you refuse to answer his messages and you're, in the home of the other you while she takes a brief nap, in the nursery, holding her baby. Miguel quietly climbs through the window and you're in a rocking chair and you've got her hugged to your chest and your eyes are closed and you sense him and, obviously cry because you know you have to leave. Unlike with the holograms he doesn't give you any leeway on this, putting his foot down that this has to end here, this cant go on, this is already so dangerous. And, you're good for him and understand, leaving the baby back in its crib as you and Miguel warp away. You're heartbroken but ultimately understanding when he has to disable your watch's ability to visit that specific dimension again, and you're obviously extremely depressed for a while, having multiple Spiders coming to check in on you as word spreads around that you aren't doing well

I can just see Reader becoming kind of desperate because the only options for a baby you really have left is to either 1. get a serious relationship, which you're scared of because you have to trust that person and who can you even pick, you're nervous about breaking canon or something, or 2. Get some random person to impregnate you so you can run off with the baby

Miguel gets a call from Peter B that you went to a bar and you're EXTREMELY wasted as you try to pick someone, ANYONE up and like, you have admirers for sure but there's enough decent people around to keep the creeps in line, clearly you are in a vulnerable state of mind right now, and Miguel gets to tote your drunken ass back home as you drunkenly word vomit all your feelings to him because, unfortunately for you, he has your trust, and you need comfort right now, and you even ask him about what being a parent was like for him. You encouragingly tell him he shouldn't give up if he still wants kids, you trying to be genuinely nice and not trying to imply anything, blubbering about how he deserves to still be happy and he's still got time, and here's Miguel who's practically tracking your cycles at this point, TOTALLY not going to use anything you say to him while you're piss-drunk against you

Especially if you add ABO into the mix and you have a Miguel who's either Alpha/Omega and is already babycrazy af and he sees you literally fucking YEARNING for it, like. You've got a 6'9" Alpha basically looking at you, his poor lil Omega crush, with the big yandere goo goo eyes and how you need all this love and support and stability and how you're in need of a proper husband and of course he's all too willing to volunteer himself for the job. Even if he's too awkward to come right out to you and say it, he'll be thinking in his head and planning behind your back ways to take care of you, keep you away from any drugs/alcohol (no more smoking weed with metro boomin Spiderman, you've gotta detox your body to have a baby! Also, different concept but, Miguel basically keeping you in a bubble to control all your meals and recreational activities and all of that so he can make sure you're perfectly healthy for a baby)

Don't let this man catch you slipping up! Throw you to the Spider Society and you'll come back pregnant 😭 he sees you so depressed and wanting a baby and it's like well, if your life needs new meaning, he can help literally make one for you 😏 he's been feeling protective and nurturing of you anyways, so, it's an extra benefit for him to think of getting to have both you AND a little baby of your very own ❤️

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Kids and a 'break up'

quinn hughes x nhl player!reader

note: takes place probably april 9th

warning: period blood, maybe getting second hand embarrassment, pregnancy/kids talk (no one gets pregnant)

word count: 1k

The sun shining through the blinds, waking Y/n from her deep sleep. Slowly slipping Quinn’s arm from around her waist, shuffling towards the bathroom, the cold apartment is a stark difference from the warm bed especially with just wearing a pair of Quinn’s boxers and a cropped t-shirt. 

The girl washing her face and brushing her teeth, then moving to the toilet, only then did Y/n notice the crisis she was in. She hadn’t gotten her period in a couple months, and it always was irregular so it was only a matter of time until this happened. 

“Oh fuck..” Y/n mumbles to herself, before getting a tampon from under the sink, Quinn had bought some without her asking after the woman started staying over more and more. The boy was always so thoughtful towards her and it wasn’t just this, he learned that she hates onions and when they went out with the team the other night he reminded her to ask for no onions when she forgot, and always lets her have a bite of whatever he’s having. And it was to the point where it was starting to worry Y/n that maybe Quinn was getting attached, but that was not something to worry about right now.

 Then washing her hands, and exiting the bathroom to find Quinn stripping the bed. “No Quinny, you don’t have to do that.” she assures the boy, walking over to her side of the bed to take over, “No, no, I can. Grab another pair of boxers from my drawer.” What he was saying was embarrassing, the fact he saw the blood spot on his boxers she was wearing, but the way Quinn said it was so caring, and understanding. That she couldn’t help but not feel embarrassed at all. Folding up the sheet, and moving towards the door, “I’m gonna go wash these.” “Thanks, Quinny.” “Of course.”

After changing into a new pair of Quinn’s boxers, Y/n makes her way into the living room and seeing the man sitting on the couch, “Hey, baby!” “Hey, sorry about that.” “Nah, it’s fine, it’s natural.. And at least we know you’re not pregnant.” maybe not a good topic to bring up with your teammate/fuck-buddy, especially when he wants more from their relationship. 

“Oh well, don’t have to worry about that.” The woman laughs out, but looking up when she didn’t hear Quinn join in, “What do you mean?” Looking up from her phone, “My tubes are tied, I can’t get pregnant” “Ever?” “No not never, I also got my eggs frozen so after I retire if I want kids I'll have them then.” At that, Y/n thought the conversation was done. But Quinn was not done at all.

“‘If’? You’re not sure you want kids?” Quinn had made all these plans for them in his head, but this was the first time he thought they might not happen; for a reason other than him being too scared to ever ask her out on a date.

But Y/n being Y/n was oblivious to the fact that Quinn clearing wanted more, and that this conversation to him wasn’t between friends, it was between himself and the girl he wants more than anything. So of course, once again, she gives him a one dimensional answer, “Well it’s hard to say, not anytime soon. Not that I had a guy even if I did want them now.”

“What about me?”

There was a significant shift in the air, Y/n finally realising how important this conversation was to him, putting down her phone; looking into Quinn’s eyes, reading every thought, and feeling every emotion. “...Quinn. No. No- that’s not fair, you knew this was nothing serious. We agreed this was nothing serious-”

Quinn abruptly stands, walking into the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water, “I wasn’t done! Quinn, we said we wouldn’t get attached, that this was-” “Well you can't control when you love someone.”

After another pause between them, Y/n not knowing how to process or respond to Quinn’s confession. He loved her. And before this, Y/n thought she didn’t have any feelings other than sexual attraction, but at this moment; Y/n couldn’t say that.

And that terrified her.

“Quinn. We can’t do that. And I don’t feel the same-” The woman was cut off, by Quinn finally fully expressing his emotions, harshly setting the glass in his hand on the counter with a loud noise, “Don’t tell me you don’t. ‘Cause with the way you act with me I can tell you do. And I know that scares you, but I'm tired of pretending that I don't want more with you.”

Turning her face away, no longer being able to look at Quinn any longer without bursting into tears. Because, god, he was right. She liked him- maybe loved him, but that doesn’t change the fact she wasn’t ready. “I don’t.” She had never lied to Quinn, it felt weird coming out of her mouth. 

“Bullshit! I know you do!” “I don’t love you.” “Why can’t you?”

Turning her face back to face the man, tears streaming down her face, and seeing the mirroring image back at her on him. “I think we should end this… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh well, don’t have to worry about that.”

Quickly gathering her things, Y/n exits the apartment she has grown to know so well over the past few months, she loved every part of it. Hot tears were rolling down her cheeks, while in the elevator, in the lobby, and getting in her car. Slamming the door shut, mad at the world, and at herself. “Fuck!” Y/n loved the time she and Quinn spent together, wishing she could let herself be happy, her heart telling her Quinn would never hurt her, but her head telling the opposite. What she didn’t expect to happen was her doing all the hurting.

After the door shuts to his apartment, Quinn letting out all his feelings and emotions, slams his fist into the wall; making a small dent. “Fuck!” At the start of their ‘relationship’ he couldn’t even call it that, Quinn thought he would finally break down all her walls and get to be with the girl he loved, someone he thought would never hurt him, that he spent so much time making sure he didn’t cross boundaries and didn’t hurt her, what he didn’t expect was her doing the all hurting.

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Promptober Day 11👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): Eva had gotten off the school-bus at your and Richie’s house yesterday afternoon for your weekend together. This morning you had planned a family outing with Richie, your 3 and a half year old son together, Ricky, and Eva to go apple picking at the local orchard, as well as go to the little petting zoo and rides that they had on the property for the kids.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi there everyone! Welcome to promptober day 11/31! We have our lovely Richie Jerimovich for todays prompt! I hope you enjoy :D! As always,  you can view my schedule & masterlist for this celebration right 🦇here🦇! You can also view the same for my 2024 Kinktober celebration right 🎃here🎃! & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None really just fluff and an age gap relationship that is 2 fully grown adults (35&50) No use of y/n! 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

Eva had gotten off the school-bus at your and Richie’s house yesterday afternoon for your weekend together. This morning you had planned a family outing with Richie, your 3 and a half year old son together, Ricky, and Eva to go apple picking at the local orchard, as well as go to the little petting zoo and rides that they had on the property for the kids. 

You were about 5 months along with your second, and you had both agreed that this was the last one as Richie was turning 50 right around when the baby would be born, and you were rounding 35 so you discussed with your doctor that you were getting your tubes tied when you had your C-Section. 

Thankfully the morning went fairly smooth, Ricky wasn’t being fussy and slept quite well the night before- and Eva as always was her normal, helpful angel self. As you drove to the orchard Richie held his hand over your bump, rubbing gentle strokes with your hand covering his. 

“Mama are we going to see goats?” Ricky asked and Eva nodded happily 

“We’re going to see goats and little pigs! We have to wash our hands though really good after” she told him and you smiled looking back at them 

“That’s right Eva very smart. And remember Ricky we don’t put our fingers in our mouth, cause we don’t wanna get sick” you told him and he nods 

“And daddy can get the big apples cause he’s tall!” Ricky said happily and Richie chuckled 

“That’s right bub, I can put you on my shoulders and you can get even bigger ones for us, how’s that sound?” He asked and Ricky clapped his hands happily as Richie turned into dirt lot where you park for the orchard. 

“Momma can we get the kind of apples to make pie? I wanna make 2! So I can bring one home to Mommy and Papa-Frank” Eva asked excitedly and you nodded with a bright smile 

“Sure baby! That’ll be so nice! I’m sure Uncle Carmy and Auntie Syd are gonna love to try that when they come over for dinner Sunday hmm?” You ask and she nodded happily. 

Richie helped get Ricky unloaded and held him on his shoulders, holding your hand and Eva being sure to walk close by. He put on his dad-looking Oakley sunglasses and Eva groans 

“Daaaaad- Come on! Why can’t you wear the sunglasses uncle Carmy wears?” She asks as you walk and he chuckles, feigning offence 

“What?! You don’t find these super cool?” He teased her as you approached the gate, purchasing tickets for the 3 of you since under 5 was free. 

“No they’re so old school” Eva said, causing you and Richie to crack up. You held hands as you walked over to the petting zoo and Richie let Ricky down off of his shoulders 

“Alright Mum and Dad are gonna stand right here, Eva make sure your brother plays nice with the animals ye’?” He told her and she nods as he squatted to Ricky’s level 

“Alright bubba we’re not gonna chase the animals ok? You be nice and get down on their level and they’ll come to you yeah? And pet them nice how you pet Bella and Moo at home, gentle ok?” He explained to him in a firm but kind voice and Ricky nods with a smile. 

“I’ll be nice daddy” he gives Richie a big hug and Richie kissed the top of his silky brunette hair. 

“That’s a good boy. Ok, go ahead with your sister, you hold her hand, yeah? You don’t let go of her hand” he explained and Ricky nodded, looking up at Eva and grabbing her hand obediently. They walked into the little pen together and Richie stood back up, his knees cracking a bit and he groaned. 

“The cracks get louder every day I get closer to 50” he teased, wrapping his left arm around your waist and resting his hand on your bump, rubbing gently. You giggled at his comment, shaking your head before resting it on his shoulder. 

“You’re the best Dad ever” you said and he smiled, blushing a bit and kissing the top of your head. 

“It helps if I have the best mom helpin’ me out, especially when I throw my back out after too much gymnastics spotting” he joked and you laughed a bit, covering your mouth 

“And she made states! I know you’ll never forget the look on her face when she got it so it makes up for the 3 days of Vicodin right?” You said and he chuckled, nodding as he watched your son gently pet a piglet. 

“That’s right” he smiled. You had to practically pry both of the kids away from the petting zoo after 30 minutes so you could do what you actually came here to do, pick apples. You made sure to stop at the store in the orchard to have the kids wash their hands before you went out to the apple trees, both Richie and Eva holding a basket, Ricky perched up on Richie’s shoulders happily. 

“So we’re gonna want about 30 apples for the pies and for mommy’s snacking, your little sister has been craving Pink Lady apples” you tease Eva and she giggled rubbing your belly gently as you walk 

“I’m glad she doesn’t make you sick anymore. I don’t like when you’re sick” she said and hugged your side, causing you to pout and kiss her head as you walk with her 

“I don’t like being sick either Evie, you’re my best girlfriend! Who else am I gonna bake treats for daddy with mmm?” You ask and she giggled, shaking her head 

“Yeah so he can gobble them up in one day like one of those piggy’s we just pet daddy” she teased, poking his arm and he chuckled 

“It’s not my fault! I told you I had to make sure none of them had any poison!” He joked and you found a suitable tree towards the back that hadn’t been picked over 

“Alright! Get to work, gotta earn your keep!” You teased Eva, handing over the basket and she laughed, standing on her tip toes to grab an apple and Ricky happily grabbed plenty from the higher branches that were large and ripe, handing them to his dad to put in the basket. 

“Wow wait until I tell uncle Carmy that you used illegal child labor to make their delicious pie!” She said and you snort a laugh 

“What do you know about the law Miss thing? What are you- 13? You went to Harvard already?” You joked, holding the basket for her as the picked the apples and dropped them in happily 

“I take law for my elective in school this semester Mumma! Eighth grade is different, remember? I get a special class every semester!” She reiterated and you hum 

“Ahhhh I see! Babe - we have a future lawyer on our hands, we may have to afford Harvard” you told him and he looks back 

“I’m sure we can find a smarty like that a scholarship - then she can retire us to the Caribbean when she wins a huge case” he joked and you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully as Eva and Richie continued to chatter about her law class and aspirations for her future while Ricky picked out the greenest prettiest apples he could find. 

Your little family was perfection. 

Fin

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[writingoddess1125]

The Canary

Me and stupid shit again

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"Ah, 50k in debt for a linguistic degree you didnt get while working at a grocery store- Can't get any better then that!"

You had said that morning- Your sarcasm rolling off your tongue like a goddammit curse as you headed off to work.

And yet here you are now...

Your ass tied up on the floor of the grocery store while men armed to the teeth walked around talking- you felt oddly fortunate however, these guys were clearly grunts at the bottom of the food chain in terms of 'bad guys' hell they were speaking a language you had studied so you could pick up what they were saying as well.

You had been in the meat section when the explosion went off- The cow statue having saved your ass from being turned into a tube of ground beef, but now you were a hostage..

Greaattt.

"Hamil told us we needed the hostages, 6 of them exactly for this while they set up the explosives down the block.. we just gotta wait for the signal" The man said in the different language. You taking mental note of this-

You spot a little girl and her mother among your fellow hostages, your heart breaking at rhe sight as you saw the man approach her. Her mother clearly trying to undo her child's rope and get her to slip away down the aisle. However pausing when one of the men approached her and the girl.

"Hamil said Makarov gave us the clear so we could do as we pleased as we wait right?" The man said, one of his peers rolling his eyes in disgust and calling him dirty.

"Whatever we got some time to kill" He grumbled, beginning to undo his belt as he grabbed the screaming mother who was trying to shield her daughter away from the possible assault. You sitting up fully at this point and your brain going on autopilot.

"Woah Woah Woah Man! Got that weak of game you have to rape some Mom now?!" You yelled, the man pausing his actions. Tossing the sobbing women away from him and marching to you angrily fixing his belt-

"What did you say?" He hissed angrily flashing his gun at you. "I'll fuck your mother how about that-"

He said angrily, You took note of all the men now staring at you and not at the other hostages- Keeping them distracted... maybe enough for the little girl to slip away?

"I've already fucked your mom asshole- I have her saved as slip and slide on my phone" You say with a crooked grin- A few of the men snickering at your joke, Oh Fuck Yeah!

"What did you say!? Do you not see the situation you're in now?" He growled.

"Aww can't take a joke big guy? Come one gotta lighten it up somehow-" You see in your peripherals the girl slipping away as you chattered.

"Got a big mouth huh? Why don't we put it to use?" He chimed, you really wanting to turn this guy away from molesting you or anyone else.

"Listen it would be a waste of space- like if you throw a hotdog in a cave" You chimed, smiling as he looked ready to rip you apart but instead punched you across the face. OWWW!!

"Is it BDSM tuesday?.. Eh not doing it for me though big guy maybe rub your nipples and give me a wink?" You say, His friend who had called his dirty giving a hearty laugh at this.

The man glared down at you and spit in your face, clearly wanting to kill you in some way but needed you and the others for their plan. You pretended to taste it like a fine wine, Looking him in the eye.

"Oh?~ Cock flavored spit?- New Age?" You chimed making the man face red as a tomato in rage as his mate to the left laughed.

"Was this a little self yoga or did Unicorn overthrew give a hand?"

He smacked you with his pistol making you cry out-

Fuck that hurt!!

You defiently had a cracked bone somewhere in your face and the fresh taste of blood in your mouth didn't exactly help those feelings.

"Say something smart now!" He yelled angrily.

"A pistol whip!? What is this 1995? Give your balls a tug you tit fucker! Or are they so shriveled up you can't grab them?" You say with a smile, the man grabbing your collar and pressing the gun to your temple.

"I no longer care what Hamil wants! I'm killing this little bastard!" He screamed, you wincing at his breath.

"You can't! I don't want Makarov on my ass!" His peer yelled ready to pry him off you.

"Just put a sock in their mouth or something if they are bitching that much!"

"Well if you're gonna kill me so close a breath mint would be nice? You do realize Tiktacs aren't just a penis size right?" You chuckle nervously, you eyes catching a shadow moving behind the men now all staring at you. Their backs turned to the shadows.

"You know what- I'll shut up after one last joke? Eh?" You say nervously, The man yous been tormenting cocking his gun- you see a man silently stalk out, a skull mask covering his face as 4 others moved in perfect formation behind him.

"No more fucking jokes!" He yells, rage in his eyes.

"Okay- But I tried" You say cheerfully before closing your eyes. In seconds gunfire went off around you and quick screams surrounded you.

"Clear!" You hear sounded as you crack open your eye to take a peak.

"Holy fuck-" You sigh out and give a nervous laugh. Looking at the dead men now littering the ground as the soilders file into the area quickly-

The guy in the skullmask- The one who you spotted getting into position behind the guys comes to you and undoes the rope around your wrist in record time as the other men do the same to your fellow hostages.

"A medic will be here soon to check over your injuries" He said in a surprisingly deep voice- accident not lost on your either. He reached a hand down to either help you up or pick you up to extract you from the area.

You grab the man's vest quickly to stop him before he could, He stares at you hard in confusion.

"Listen, Those guys said that there were bombs down the block and were waiting for a signal. They have others- I can understand them and thwy said they followed someone name Hamil who talks to Makarov... I-Im a linguists and um.. can understand them" You say quickly, The masked man narrows his eyes at this and speaks into a radio on his side.

"We have info that more bombs are down the block- Scout the area and evacuate further" he said as he went back to helping you up. A quick thanks leaving your lips as you pulled off your work hoodie and passed it to the mother to cover her up.

The men escorting you out of the grocery store.

"Got to say, never seen a Canary get the best of those guys-" The Mohawk guy said with a smirk on his face, supporting a old man who clearly had a broken foot.

"Gotta use my gifts somehow- and Canary?" You shot back,

"Always fuckin' churpin" He said with a smile. A laugh now coming from you as you nod. Once outside the medics quickly swarmed all of you and prepared to take you all to the hospital.

You spot the masked guy again- Giving him a head nod. "Thank you Mr. Spooky!" You call out rather loudly- earning a amused glare from the man who rolled his eyes.

"....Your quips- Were... quite amusing.." He said calmly, You looking at the hardened man with a smile on your busted face- The others in his little boy band also cracking some smirks as they walked off finishing their jobs- which you assumed was down the block.

You give a bow of your head in a mildly dramatic flare. Wanting a shot and a nap at this point as the

"Glad my show went well"

Bonus!

- The little girl got out and went to the police that were waiting outside- explaining what you were doing and immediately getting checked over by medica

- TK141 had actually gotten to your location a little earlier then when you saw. However Soap had to stop everyone since he almost fell out at the cock flavored spit take.

- The whole team had been laughing on the inside or holding back laughter the whole time they heard you chirping at the men holding you hostage.

- The Nickname 'Mr. Spooky' will follow poor Ghost for the next few months-

[bouncybongfairy]

Trick or Treat?

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Jaime have been in the same classes for a while. Casually talking, mainly due to working on class presentations together. However, it'd be a lie if you said you'd never had romantic or puppy love feelings about him. On Halloween, he asks if you accompany him to a local pumpkin patch for the night.

Word Count: 2.0k+

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Completely burned out, you continued to type away at your computer. It was Halloween and even though you didn’t have plans, you still wanted to have all your homework done. Nothing worse than being 3 shots in and realizing you have neglected your essay due in a couple of hours. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you look away and rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. When you looked up Jaime was walking up to you. He was in your English class and surprised you with how interpretive and talented he was as a writer. Most guys don’t have much to say while discussing books like Bodega Dreams and articles like ‘Why so much aggression online these days’. Jaime was able to express his opinions and synopsis of the literature with such clarity that it made it impossible not to pay attention to him. You suddenly became insecure about your lazy day attire but before you could do anything to fix yourself up, he was at your table handing you a Starbucks cup. You were surprised that he actually got your order. 

“Aww thank you, how did you know what my order is though?” you asked, bringing the cup to your lips. 

“You come into class with it every time, I pay attention,” he said sitting across from you. You closed your laptop to show that you were interested in talking with him. 

“So uh, there’s this Pumpkin Patch that’s gonna have live music, food trucks, haunted houses and stuff and well- I don’t know if you have plans or anything but maybe I could take you tonight?” he asked, you could tell he was a bit nervous about asking which flattered you. 

“Yeah, that sounds really fun. Should I like, meet you there or..?” you asked. 

“Oh I’ll pick you up, maybe around 4? Do you still have my phone number from where we did that presentation together?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll text you my dorm number when I’m ready,” you said, starting to stack up your books and papers. 

“Cool, I’ll see you then,” he said, sliding off his chair and walking out. 

Now you were wide awake, anticipation starting to bubble in your stomach. The fact that he paid attention to you in any capacity made you gitty. After packing all your things into your bag, you head to the dorms. It was already 2 so you were in a hurry to get ready. Luckily your roommate was gone visiting family for the weekend so you had the entire room to yourself. You jumped in the shower and stayed in until you were seriously at risk of passing out. Quickly drying off so that you can start your make-up. It wasn’t until you were halfway done with your makeup that you realized you’d never asked if he was going to wear a costume. Pulling your phone from the charger you send him a quick text asking about the attire. He texted you back pretty quickly, saying that he was wearing a costume but it was a surprise. This made you laugh and happy because this meant you could wear the fairy costume you had from last year. You put it on and inspected yourself in the mirror. It was a blue sparkly dress, the midsection was a corset that was tied with a ribbon. The top of the dress was like a tube top but had ribbon that acted as spaghetti straps. It had long sleeves but they were attached to the sides of the dress, the material was sparkly and slightly itchy but not unbearably so. You parted your hair down the middle and did two sleek, slicked-back low ponytails which you braided. You added low-rise black vans, knowing you were going to a pumpkin patch and wanted to be comfortable. It was going to be pretty cold, so you made sure to wear a pair of sheer black tights. You texted him that you were ready and you both agreed to meet outside your dorm. As you walked towards the exit the feelings of nervousness were starting to eat at you. You tried your best to push those feelings to the back of your mind. Reassuring yourself by telling yourself he wouldn’t have asked you to go out if he didn’t like you. You pushed the big steel doors open and smiled when you saw Jaime sitting in a big blue truck. He was smiling and waved at you before hopping out. You were confused as to why he got out at first but then he opened the passenger side door for you. The truck was pretty high so he helped you climb in. 

“Hey! I thought you said you were gonna ‘surprise’ me with a costume, you’re not wearing one,” you said in a playfully accusatory tone. 

“That was the surprise,” he said laughing. 

The ride there was pretty short, and was most full of small talk about class and different peers that were.. Interesting to say the least. Or teachers that you guys both thought were on power trips while they taught. Eventually, the conversations started to get a bit more personal, he started telling you about his family. Specifically his sister because Halloween is her favorite holiday and always went full out with her costumes. Once you got to the pumpkin patch, you both commented on how crowded it was. After doing the impossible task of finding parking, you guys made your way to the entrance. Watching little kids bubbling with excitement in their costumes, 

“They’re so cute, you can tell they’ve been waiting for this day forever,” you said watching two little girls hold hands, running to the line for facepaint. 

“I know, don’t you miss when our priorities were so frivolous and innocent?”  he asked, looking over at you. 

“I think everyone does, I remember one year I wanted to be Mavis from Hotel Transylvania for Halloween and my mom ordered the striped tights because we couldn’t find them in stores. The day before Halloween I snuck them into school because I just couldn’t wait to wear them but I fell and ripped both knees on them. I was hysterical obviously and they called my mom. She was so mad, she told me: well you’re just gonna have to wear them backward, I don’t know what to tell you. When my dad saw how upset I was, he took me to three different stores until we found some,” after you finished your story you both burst out into laughter which led to his own reminiscing, 

“One time, my mom had bought me a Spider-Man costume and I wanted to go but the only time she could go shopping for it was on her lunch break. So when I got home from school, she told me to try it on and show everyone. You know how Spider-Man's costume is like a onesie? Well, my mom bought it too tight so it was literally up my ass crack. When I showed everyone they all started laughing but my dad got one of my jackets and tied it around my waist and reassured me that you couldn’t tell and I ended up getting over it,” he said. 

“Oh my god, sorry I don’t mean to laugh because that’s fucked up,” you said using your hand to cover your smirk.

“No it’s okay. Obviously, it’s funny when you get older,” he said. 

After that conversation, the ice felt truly broken and both of you were getting more comfortable in each other’s presence. The first thing you guys did was check out the food trucks and decide on getting a fried caramel apple. As you guys shared that, you walked around the corn maze. You were really surprised by how big it was, if it weren’t for Jaime, you would have been trying to find a way out all night. Once you guys found the exit, you made your way to the stage where a couple of bands were playing indie music. It was really nice, you were admiring the vibe and how nice the date was going. There was a pumpkin carving contest that you guys joined, you both didn’t really care about the contest, more so playing around with each other while carving. Jaime kept putting little pieces of guts on you which caused you to do the same in return. It was a simple jack o'lantern face design but you guys took more effort in carving out your names and little doodles. You asked him if you guys could take a picture together which he agreed to. Instead of doing some stupid hand gesture or making a serious face at the camera, he just smiled really big. This really warmed your heart, it was like his smile was contagious. In the picture, he leaned over to kiss your cheek, which made you blush so hard, that you thought your makeup might melt off. 

“I know this is the first time we’ve ever really hung out officially like this, but I'm really happy you asked me. Writing and English is like, my thing and normally young men aren’t very outspoken about emotional interpretation but you are just… amazing with your words and I really admire that about you,” you said as you were waiting in line for one of the food trucks. 

“Do you really think I’m that… articulated?” he asked, tilting his head a bit.

“Oh my god yeah, this one time we were working on a project about anti-homeless architecture and you scheduled an interview with a former homeless woman and her children. Most students would never go through so much work just to get reliable information. The fact that you not only go the extra mile but also do such an amazing job at telling their stories is something I wish I could do,” you admit.

“That’s actually really nice to hear, I always thought English wasn’t my best subject. I always thought that about you. You’re so good at engaging the class and having them in the palm of your hand. The way you always make eye contact with everyone at least once, I wish I could do that,” he said, ironically he was making direct eye contact with you. His eyes were chocolate brown and seemed to catch all of the light. 

“Well you’re kinda doing that right now,” you said, moving a piece of his hair that was covering his eye. 

After getting Chinese to-go, you ended up driving to the top of a hill to watch the skyline as you ate. You guys were sitting on the bed of the truck, handing the styrofoam container back and forth. It was really nice, cold enough to keep each other close but not enough to be uncomfortable. He put music on his phone as you sat in comfortable silence, which he ended up breaking after a while. 

“Remember how I told you my costume was a surprise?” he asked out of nowhere, it was so out of the blue that you laughed before replying. 

“Uhh yeah? Why?” you asked. 

“Well, can I show you the actual surprise?” he said before continuing, “But we have to stand up,” he said which you thought was weird but allowed him to help you down from the lifted truck bed. He instructed you to cover your eyes which led to you becoming suspicious. 

“I  swear to god if I open my eyes and you’re naked I will literally ghost you and tell everyone I know that you’re a fucking creep,” you said. 

“First of all, I’m insulted that you’d think I would do something like that and secondly, you can look now,” he said. 

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by glowing yellow eyes and the blue material of his costume. The antennas that were so life-like they looked like they were moving with his breathing. Honestly, he looked really intimidating and you’re pretty sure he picked up on that. As you were backing away with wide eyes he was slowly walking closer, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. 

“What, is this just a costume or something?” you asked. 

“No! I just felt close enough that I could share this part of me with you,” he said, removing his mask so that you could see his face. 

“Honestly until I see you flying around the sky like Superman or something, I won’t believe it,” before you could even respond, he took you from under his arms and shot himself into the sky while you were in his arms. You buried your arms in his shoulder, in shock and scared of the sudden take-off. He was trying to get you to lift your head but you were stubborn and didn’t want to uncover your eyes. Once he finally was able to get you to look out, you were amazed by what you saw. You guys were so high, the moon looked closer to you the ground. The entire city was twinkling and sparkling in such a magical way. Every now and then you could see a couple of fireworks going off. People who were partying at a glow-in-the-dark rave. 

“And she was a fairy,” Jaime said referring to the TikTok sound and your costume which made you both break out into laughter over the night sky.

[thatwritterbeach]

So About That Alley .2

Jason Todd x fmc Alex

DC masterlist ALL OTHER PARTS FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc boohoo

Part One

not my gif, I also love that when you search Jason Todd gifs Jensen Ackles is like half of them cuz he voiced him one time.

Fuck everything still hurt she thought miserably as she rocked her hips against his thigh. The pain was a dull ache but she knew from experience she needed to wait longer for the drugs to kick in before she could even think about anything going inside her.

"So pretty, princess," Jason mumbled into her throat while he placed nips and kissed on the exposed skin. She was too busy focusing on her breathing to utter a reply but he didn't expect one.

After several minutes the pain started to fade away to pleasure and she was able to pick up the pace but it wasn't getting her where she needed to go before the drugs wore off. She stilled her movements and grabbed his hand to slide his fingers into her panties she directed them to her clit and made soft slow circles, as if he needed instructions. But he made no move to shake her off or tell her he knew what he was doing, if she wanted to guide his hands the rest of the night he was happy to oblige.

"So wet for me," he cooed into her ear sinking a digit into her heat.

"More," she begged in a sultry voice. Of course, that was the opposite of what she wanted but the clock was ticking on those meds.

"What do you want, pretty?"

"Need you inside me," she pleaded, rocking her hips softly against his finger. Fuck that hurts. When he removed his hands so she could move she was quick to crawl onto the bed on all fours, then slid her panties to her knees leaving her shirt on. This way he can't see my face as I flinch in pain. Yeah, 'cause that's a normal thought, that normal people have. Unaware of her inner turmoil he groaned at the sight and stripped his clothes in record time.

"My tubes are tied," she said into the bedding.

"What?"

"My tubes are tied, remember, I can't get pregnant, so if your clean..."She trailed off awkwardly.

"I'm clean."

He spent a little time stretching her some more with his fingers but all the stretching in the world wouldn't help her without pain pills, and strong ones so when he finally slid into her she sucked in a pained breath and a single tear sped out before she could help it. And this is why she was face down, ass up, and not facing him.

"Shit you're tight, you gotta relax baby, don't wanna hurt you," he soothed, un-moving behind her while he ran his hands over her hips, totally not searching for scars. He felt what had to be stretch marks under his fingers since there wasn't any discoloration to them. Of course, he forgot makeup existed and she had loads of it piled on her entire body. He was also feeling up the wrong spots for fresh ones.

"I'm good," she managed to say in a needy whine, though it wasn't need for him to move, more get the fuck out and never touch her again. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder and she began to wonder how much longer she had and if he was ever gonna get with the program but when he slid out and back in slower than she knew possible she wished she hadn't thought of this stupid plan to begin with. It felt like she was, well, it's hard to describe if you've never felt it but it's a sharp but wide spread ache (even that's too soft a word, ache is an annoyance this is straight pain) that could be felt to her lungs, which were getting harder to move by the second. Blessedly she could tell he was speeding towards his release so she worked up the courage to fake her own, knowing he would 'hold off for her'. When he slid out she collapsed to the bed sure to grab him and take him down with her so he wouldn't get a chance to see what was probably blood on the both of them mixed with other things. He 'hmmphd' when he made contact with her back quick to move off of her but she insured he stayed on his stomach fingers crossed it was only a little and would come of on her black blanket, eww I know. With him boneless next to her she was able to escape to the bathroom without conflict and thanked all the gods her shirt was long and dark colored. It took half a minute to rinse her self off trying to be quick and get back out there before he got suspicious. She soaked a washcloth is warm water and carried it out with her to clean him up, much to his weak protests, he didn't even open his eyes.

"Sorry, did my cleaning interrupt your post-nut clarity," she teased slipping her panties back on and tossing the rag away.

"How can you move so fast?"

"Guess I have better stamina, maybe I should be out fighting crime," she tisked at him laying down on her stomach beside him again.

"No fair, I demand a rematch, I was just so overwhelmed by your beauty I couldn't hold back any longer, now that the initial surprise is out of the way, I will rock your world till you can't walk," he promised, though it felt empty with his closed eyes and heavy breathing. She patted him on the chest in a 'sure, sure' manner and waited impatiently for him to get up and back to their breakfast. The drugs had fully worn off and the ache between her legs was enough to make a grown man cry but she kept a soft smile on her face. the acting skills a woman used to hellish periods.

_____line break, brought to you by the bat-mobile______

And so it began, she unintentionally let open the flood gates to the point she knows had to start and end her day with a hit. Jason was like a damn rabbit now that she had tapped his ass once. She was having to get up early, shoot up, and sneak back into bed feigning a bathroom stop before they got frisky, every damn morning. Then when she got home from work, if he was there. And again before/after he dealt with patrol. He was insatiable and on week three she was out of morphine and so sore she could barley sit down. She'd lost a good ten pounds, unable to eat. Her mind telling her the only reason Jay was still with her was for sex. Which was ridiculous since they hadn't started until 4ish months into the relationship, a record for him she was sure. Having to fake a headache to get out of activities tonight she was mentally shoving him out the window to patrol. She needed to meet her supplier. It had started out her using it for migraines, those of you that get them know sometimes death is favorable so it was the only thing she found that even touched them. Finally, finally he slipped out and uttered a quick I love you which she returned. She waited about 20 minutes to be sure he was far enough away before taking the door and stairs like a civilized person. A wad of cash tucked in her bra, and her Glock in its rib holster.

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"Sugar, I've missed ya," a skeevy voice said from the alley she'd just stepped into.

"I've missed your product," she replied easily. He was a pig, but he was a greedy pig and as long as she paid he didn't come within a yard of her.

"Always the sweet talker."

"Hard not to be in such amazing company." With a chain-smoker chuckle he tossed her a box, and she caught it with ease, not even bothering to check it's contents before she passed him a pre-counted stack. The transaction complete she gave him a thank you nod and turned to leave when a shadow landed in front of her. And fuck it was batman.

"Hey, batsy, I got this one," she said with false confidence but held her ground blocking his path to her favorite supplier.

"Who are you?"

"A friend of Dickie's and like I said I got this one," she said again, nodding to the man behind her.

"Dickie's," he asked in the same tone he does everything.

"Our boy in blue," she said with a smile. Please take a hint and fuck off old man.

"Go," he commanded the dealer who didn't need to be told twice, taking off at a run far away from them.

"How do you know him?"

"Relax, BW, I'm just doing my part to clean the streets for the youth of out future," she all but gagged at the line. He grabbed her arm and yanked her off her feet dangling her in the air before him with a deep scowl. Saved by the bell a shrill scream cut through the night and he dropped her like a sack of potatoes to head towards the sound.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she yelled after his retreating form. a bruise blooming on her ankle.

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[seoulcheonsa]

Habit

Xu Minghao (SVT) as Theodore x fem!reader Tags: vampire!, a little angst, some crack, a bit of fluff, implied smut (MDNI! PLEASE!) WC: 2.1k Warnings: just implied smut, a lot of cursing, and mentions of alcohol. (lmk if i missed anyth !)

Her phone rang, showing an all too familiar sequence of numbers. She should have blocked him, honestly; but for some reason there’s always something that holds her back. How could she, when even if she deleted his contact, she knows his number by heart? So for the third time that week, she picked up.

“What do you want Theodore?” she huffed out.

“Theodore?” he scoffed, “that’s not my name, I’m baby”

“Cut the crap, Theo. Are you drunk again?”

“I miss you, baby.” At that, she felt her resolve falter. Call her weak, but she missed Theo too. There’s no doubt she still loved the asshole, but she had to keep reminding herself that there was a reason why she left him. He can’t seem to make his mind up every time she brings up the issue of their relationship. It’s always “I want you” but he follows up with “why can’t we be happy just like this?”

Theodore who always pulls up in his full stereotypical leather jacket and muscle car. Theodore who opens doors for her, always coming with flowers he picked up on the way over, but then disappears for days at a time. Theodore who runs away at any semblance of a demand for his vulnerability. He has roamed this earth for a century, but under no circumstance did any of his lovers ask for his entirety. He thought he picked them well. And he knows he could just look for someone else to pursue, someone who would never challenge the boundaries he set. However, for reasons he can’t admit even to himself, he couldn’t stay away.

Every night since she decided to leave, he gets drunk out of his mind and calls. And every time he calls, she answers. Maybe it’s out of pity, out of love, or out of habit; but she does. Maybe she’s hoping that one of these nights, he’ll decide that they want the same thing out of the push-and-pull they’ve been at for months.

For months, Theodore was the most thoughtful boyfriend-non-boyfriend. Dates were always planned out, and there was no way he would allow her to go to their dates by herself. He knew she was bad with directions, and what type of lover would he be if he let her get lost? In the same way, she prided herself on getting to know all of Theo’s habits without him pointing anything out. She knew he preferred hot pots over greasy food, that he always has a hand on her unconsciously, and that he shut her out whenever she asked about his past or life in general.

“Talk to me when you’re sober, Theo,” she rolled her eyes, knowing he can’t see it.

“I know you’re rolling your eyes. I miss making them roll when you’re under me.”

“Fuck off.”

She ended the call and placed her phone face down on her desk, not forgetting to set it on silent. Which is futile anyway, because she can’t stand not going through all the notifications on her phone at once, or else she’ll forget all about it.

Theo sighed and pocketed his phone, stumbling into the back seat of his car. Looking around, he counts all the pieces of her that she left in his beloved car, things he never got rid of. There were two little, silly looking baby dolls that she placed in the cup holder near the gear stick that prevented him from having and leaving more than one drink in the car; hair ties around the gear stick; a brush, a tube of hand cream, and a pair of socks in his glove compartment that he never takes out just in case; a blanket and pillow in the backseat; and a bunch of stickers that she stuck on the visor of the passenger seat’s side. He laughed at himself, not believing he let her vandalize his car. What was a few stickers on his car, he could just buy a new one right? Sure, that’s why. But he could never rationalize why he kept around socks in his car and the very pillow plushie that he’s lying on in his drunken state. Must be out of habit.

He sent a few more texts to her before falling asleep to the scent of her hair left on the pillow.

It took her half an hour of tossing and turning before giving up on sleep entirely. Sleep just wouldn’t come when thoughts of Theo plagued her mind, and it didn’t help that he just laid his heart out over text and then stopped replying after all of that. She knew he was shitfaced drunk, there were out of character typos all over his script, but was it so bad to believe that drunk words were sober thoughts? Maybe so.

After grabbing a hoodie, one of his, she stepped out into the dead of night, deciding that maybe a walk would help her rid her mind of thoughts. This idea was cut short when she spotted a black Maserati outside her apartment building. She knew whose it was, there was no denying that.

Theo heard knocks outside his car window, taking him out of his sleep. Disoriented, he glanced around, realizing that he had fallen asleep in his car again. He fell asleep in his car, outside her apartment, again. It’s become routine at this point, like he’s still looking for her presence even in his drunken stupor.

He opened the door and stepped out the car to face her, finally. She was glaring up at him, her arms crossed. Even in that state, under her gaze, he cracked out into a silly grin.

“You’re so pretty,” he reached out to touch her hair, which she deflected with her arm. This didn’t break his smile, but instead made him want to provoke her even more.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I told you I missed you, wanted to see your pretty face.”

“You’re insufferable,” she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him, “go home, Theo.”

“I thought you hated me driving drunk?”

“You seem perfectly fine now, piss off.”

He attempted to wrap his arms around her slowly, testing the waters. This time she didn’t try to push him off, making him smirk and more confidently pulled her closer to him.

“Didn’t you miss me?” he pouted playfully “I missed you so much, I almost died.”

“Wish you would,” she narrowed her eyes as him, making him chuckle.

“C’mon, baby. Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

She decided it was useless to try and drive him away, and deep down, she knew she didn’t want to anyway. So, with a resigned tut, she exhaled and motioned for him to follow her into the apartment. Luckily for her, he refrained from touching her at all on the way up to her door. But this was short-lived, because as soon as she shut the door, he was on her again. He snaked his arms around her waist and hooked his chin on her shoulder, trapping her against the door.

“What do you think you’re doing, Theo?”

“I told you, that’s not my name.”

“And I told you, don’t show yourself to me unless you’re ready for a relationship.”

“I promise, we’ll talk more about that later,” he pressed himself closer to her, “I think there are more.. pressing matters at this moment.” He trailed off, pressing his lips on her neck gently, waiting for her to react. When she didn’t, he decided to ask for her consent.

“We can stop here, baby,” he started to loosen his arms around her and distanced his face from the crevice of her neck. Fully expecting her to pull away, she turned around and grabbed the back of his head to drag him into a kiss. Shocked, his eyes widened; but before he could get carried away, he broke away and waited for her to open her eyes.

“I need you to tell me you want this, too.” She ignored him and tried to lean in for another kiss, but his hands were firm on her waist, preventing her from advancing any further. She rolled her eyes again and tried to pull him back.

“Theo, just fucking kiss me.”

“Not until you use your words.”

“Theo, I need you to fuck me right now or I’m kicking you out.” At that, he smirked and met her lips with a grip on the back of her neck.

The two lay in the darkness of her room, the only light coming from a small moon lamp on her desk. He shifted her to pull her back flush against his chest, his arms around her waist and his hand entwined with hers on her chest. No one was speaking, no one daring to break the silence made heavy by the elephant in the room. Theo knew that at one point, he was going to have to talk. He was well aware of the fact that he would have to admit to himself, and to her, the unspoken fact that there was a glaring reason why he couldn’t just stay away long enough to let her move on from him. Eventually, he started trailing kisses on her shoulders to rouse her from her silence.

“Are you finally going to talk?” she asked, resignation evident in her voice, and something tells Theo that if he fucks up this time, it’ll be the last. He hummed in affirmation and kept his grip tight on her, afraid that she’d run away. Afraid that she’d look at him and see right through him.

“Talk.”

“It’s not you-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Theo.” He laughed, teasing even in the worst times.

“I know, I’m sorry, baby. I just can’t let you go, okay?”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he said, earning him a slap on the arm.

“Okay okay, shit. I’ve just never done this before; I’ve never felt so drawn to someone like this before. I always want, no, need you around me. I don’t know what the fuck you did to me, but no one could ever do it for me anymore after you.”

“I’ve tried meeting other people; I thought I could get over you. But here we are,”

“Here you are.”

“Yeah, here I am, again. I don’t know, I’m rambling. What I’m trying to say is I have feelings for you I can’t explain, and it makes me want to do things for you, risk things for you that I never have before.”

“Theo, just tell me you love me and go,” she tried to turn and look at his face, but his hold on her remained tight. She felt him hide his face on her shoulder, his hand in hers shaking. He was scared, but she was too. They’ve hurt each other throughout the months they’ve been fooling around, there were issues to talk about and unpack. But at this moment, that didn’t matter, because all she wanted to know was if he was as willing as she was to go through that with her. She didn’t want to risk it all, just for him to run again.

“Would you love me through my bullshit?” he whispered, ever crass with his words.

“Theo, if it isn’t obvious with me giving you chance after chance,” she began, using his words from earlier, “I already do.”

He let out a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes tight, as if bracing himself for an impact that will never come. Theo will never understand why she was so willing to keep letting him into her life. And he will never understand why it was so hard for him, but she makes him want to do it anyway. So, for the first time in his immortal life, he says,

“I love you. Let’s do this thing.”

“Took you long enough, and you won’t even fucking ask me to be your girlfriend outright?” she scoffed, turning around to finally look at him, seeing his eyes closed like a child.

“Look at me, Theo,” she put her palm against his cheek, willing him to open his eyes. One eye after the other, he gazed into her eyes.

“This better be fucking for real this time.”

“It is, I promise. Be my girlfriend, I’ll do anything you want,” he nodded profusely, recognizing his last chance.

“You’re a bad habit, you know that?”

“Thank god you’re not getting rid of me then.” She breathed out a laugh, burying her face in his neck. Theo smiled into her hair, placing a hand on the back of her head, and thanking his lucky stars that he got it right this time.

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hi again hhh 2 drops in a week? is this really me???? jk but this is long overdue if i'm being honest. this is for my friend who just defended her research paper and celebrated her birthday, too. hope u like it! also this is my first time having like,,,mature themes so i hope it's not too bad!!!

also !! not beta read nor proofread hehe wrote this to habit by svt, love that song

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Not how it was supposed to happen | Bart Allen x reader

When Inertia notices Impulse hanging out with a certain hero, he decides to ruin Barts day.

a/n: this isn’t requested, but I will take requests for any of the young justice and dc sidekicks. This is my first work so be patient cause I’m bad at spelling lol.

warnings: angst, cursing. I low key really hate this tbh

You couldn’t believe yourself, you let deathstroke get away. You had him right there, but than you let down your guard and he overpowered you.

You tired typing up the report but you were hitting the keys so hard and you were getting frustrated with having to write out your failure.

“Hey Bart!” You called across the cave. He quickly sped over to you, standing by your side.

“Yes!” He said louder than he meant to. “Mhm- I mean yes?”

“I was wondering if you could write the report to Red Tornado tonight? I’m so tired I could faint.

A smile spread across his face “absolutely! Go rest, you did great today.”

“Thanks, but I really didn’t. I let him get away.” You sigh defeatedly.

“It’s not your fault, You were the only one to catch up to him and almost got him, he just slipped away. We’ll get him next time.” He smiled but as he saw your frown not going away he stopped. His words clearly weren’t working.

“yeah sure. See you later.” You said as you walked to the Zeta tube. Bart watched with a sad expression as you disappeared back to your city. He sighed and started on the report.

—

Thaddeus was so jealous of Bart.

How dare he get praise from the city of Central city. How dare he get to be the hero. How dare he get the girl.

Inertia decided enough was enough. No more happiness for Impulse.

Inertia had a simple plan. Follow you home, break through the window and knock you out, take you back to the lair. And Inertia succeeded with flying colors.

You were asleep, or knocked out really. Thaddeus stared at your face, as he remembered the first time he had saw you.

He was watching the young justice team, as he his mentor usually sent him to do, when he caught sight of you. He thought you were pretty of course and your ability to hold your own in a fight made you even more attractive. But when He caught sight of Barts blush as you spoke to him, as he basically vibrated with excitement as he talked to you, Inertia know he had to have you.

—

You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You were strapped by your wrists to a bed, surrounded by overkill high tech equipment. You glanced to your right to see Inertia standing over you with a shit eating grin.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” He said as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your forehead, you tried to lean away but was trapped by the ropes around your wrists and ankles. You felt so exposed, tied up with no weapon and your middle completely exposed, you had your suit on of course but nothing to protect yourself with. You felt useless. You tried to move your leg but was met with excruciating pain. You looked down to see your leg swollen and purple.

Way past broken.

“What do you want with me?” You bite back. Inertia lets out a laugh.

“Nothing with you, just with Impulse. To keep him away from you, it will drive him mad. He’d do anything to keep you safe.” He said as he sped over to a computer.

“ I mean anyone on the team would probably do the same thing. I would do that for them too.” You replied, really confused.

“Yes of course.” Inertia replied sarcastically. “You guys have that power of friendship shit.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t intimidated by Inertia, but you were worried for what he had in store for Bart. Inertia went out of his way to make Barts world a living hell. All of the reverse flashes did, but Inertia seemed extra spiteful to the young speedster.

“No, Impulse has a certain fondness for you, why? I can’t even imagine, but he cares for you. He couldn’t have made it more obvious. He follows you around on the field like a lost puppy.” Inertia spits, as if Barts crush on you made him sick.

You can’t say that you didn’t notice Barts clear interest in you. He practically vibrates through the floor when he speaks to you. He blushes when ever you hug or pat him on the back after a mission. Cassie had even pointed it out a few times. Anita and Cissie have a bet going about when he’ll have the courage to confess his feelings.

You wouldn’t say you didn’t harbor a crush towards the future boy as well. You were just much better at hiding it. You found his goofiness endearing and his jokes never failed to make you laugh.

but the line of work you two choose makes dating complicated. When feelings are involved it can mess up the whole team on the field. This is a prime example.

“What are you going to do with him?” You asked as you struggle against your restraints. You click you wrists together three times, sending out a distress signal to the cave.

“I’m going to stop Impulse once and for all. Nothing is going to get I’m my way now.” He loaded up a weird looking gun with a large bullet. Tranquilizer gun.

shit

You knew the whole team would be on their way soon. You had faith in them. But the doubt in your mind clouded your thoughts. You must have looked scared because inertia turned and smiled wickedly at your struggling body.

“Oh you know this gun? Hmm well then you won’t mind me testing it out on you.” He smiled before shooting it right into your leg.

You yelped as it hit your thigh and and struggled as the effects kicked in. You wrestled with the restraints until you couldn’t any longer. You laid there, still. Useless.

“Oh and about that little distress signal you just sent out. You’re not slick, and we wanted you to do that. How else would we lower him here?” He smiled sadistically.

you watched him walk away not able to move to go after him. Not able to fight to help save your friends.

Tears filled your eyes as you slowly passed out.

—

Bart was running as fast as he could through the hallways, Cassie and Kon on his tail. He needed to save you. He should have known that Inertia would have caught on to his crush eventually. This was all his fault, If he had just kept the flirting on the field to a minimum you wouldn’t be here right now. Cassie was about ready to kill inertia, how dare he kidnap her best friend.

Bart ran through the last hallway beefier turning left. He ran up to inertia and grabbed his collar. “Where is she!” He yelled in the blondes face.

Inertia giggled a sinister little giggle before the sound of a gun clicking startled Bart. He looked down to see a tranquilizer bullet sticking out of his stomach. With all his strength he punch Inertia in the face as hard as he could and continue to scream in his face as he hit him, demanding him to give up your location.

—

Wonder girl found Impulse struggling to crawl towards a metal door, weakly pointing to it with and mumbling. He was drooling on the floor before he collapsed. She looked next to him to see Inertia unconscious, with a bloody swollen face.

With Impulses heightened metabolism, he should snap out of it any moment now. Jon took care of Inertia, sending him on his way to bele reve, while Cassie took the liberty of busting down the metal door and grabbing you.

Back at the cave, Bart was up running around while Red Tornado addressed the damage cause to you.

Bart couldn’t take the thought of you being alone with Thaddeus Thawne and what he could have done to you.

Res Tornado returned from out of your room, the whole team waiting outside.

“Is she ok?” Bart asks worried.

“Her leg is in critical condition, she will live.” His said in his monotone voice. “She needs rest but she wants to speak to everyone. I suggest only one person before she goes to sleep, the rest of you can catch up in the morning.”

red tornado walked away and back to his room. Bart looked around at the group. “Could I speak to her first? I just want to make sure she’s ok.” The group agreed even when Cassie was a little hesitant.

Bart walked into the room seeing you lying on the bed with your led wrapped up and elevated. You poke your head up at the noise and smiled at Bart.

“Thank God you’re ok!” Bart said as he sped to the side of your bed.

“I could say the same thing.” You said as he returns your smile.

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry about Inertia. He’s cruel and mean and was trying to use you to get to me, I’msosorrythatilutyouinthatpostionsifanythinghadhappenedtoyouidontknowwhatiwoulddowithmyself.”

“Bart! Slow down I can’t understand you when you talk like that.” You laughed lightly.

“what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“Bart you didn’t do this to me. Inertia did, you’re not responsible for him.” You said as you looked him in his golden eyes.

“but if I had just not made my crush so obvious he wouldn’t have-“ Bart stopped realizing what he had just said.

“Your crush on me?” You asked with a playful smirk, as Barts cheeks colored.

“well umm..yes I have a crush on you.” Bart said as he hid his face in his hands.

you laughed and pulled his hands away from his face, holding them in your own.

“I like you too Bart. And it’s not your fault.” You said looking him deep in the eyes.

“you do?” He asked hopeful.

“yes.” You replied. He leaned forward and kissed your hand.

“well than, I guess it’s time I ask you on an official date. Is Tacos ok?” He asked

“absolutely.” You giggled as your eyes grew heavy from the sheer weight of today.

“I’ll see you later then, good night Y/N.” He said as he kissed your forehead

“good night, my hero.” You said as he’s cheeks turned and even darker shade of red.

He rushed out of your room once he was sure you were asleep. He ran through the cave to the living room and tackled kon into a hug.

“I take it she said yes then?” Kim asks having heard the whole thing with his super hearing. Bart ran around the room vibrating through the walls as Anita handed a crisp $20 bill to a laughing Cissie.

[bruciemilf]

Me again!

Jaime and Jason have very similar helmet designs, so like...

It wasn't easy, but they had managed to subdue Cheetah and Captain Boomerang, which was a team that no one had on their bingo cards for rogue team ups that month. The villains were tied up with Wongergirl's lasso, Cheetah fuming and attempting to hiss around the duct tape over her mouth while Boomerang was passed out cold.

On the other side of the villains, Jason could see the rest of the young heroes who had been called in to help standing in a small circle, laughing about something or other, checking back in on the rogues to make sure they hadn't escaped. His eyes narrowed at tge casual arm Superboy had thrown around Tim's shoulders and the way Tim leaned into his side and made a mental note to corner the half-kryptonian and ask about his intentions.

"Intense, huh? I didn't think you worked well with others, mi amor." He was ripped from his musings by his boyfriend, who had finished some of the clean up and wandered back to his side, eyes bright and teasing.

"We were in the area when you got the call, love. And they're not so bad, really."

Jaime shrugged, self satisfied. "Sure. If you say so. Khaji Da thinks you're an imbecilic oaf who lies to himself to avoid healing with his problems by the way."

Jason reached out and snagged his boyfriend by the waist and pulled him closer, until the armor on their chests touched. "And you?"

He mused for a second, puraing his lips in thought. "I think you're just doing what heroes do. Saving lives and refusing to go to therapy."

"I go to therapy!" He replied ingignantly, to the sound of giggles from his paramour. "You were in excellent form out there, babygirl."

He did not miss the way Jaime shivered at his wods and lowered tone and the ways his gaze became warmer. "So were you."

They leaned in together, Jaime craning up and Jason leaning down, to have their lips meet in a kiss that would no doubt promise a good post-mission date night when...

Bonk!

The two pulled back as their helmets collided, Jason flushed red and Jaime almost definitely blushing beneath his helmet, his flush deepening with the laughter from the rest of the young heroes at their mistake.

"...maybe we should wait until we've changed out of out uniforms..."

"Yeah. Yeah that sounds good to me." Jason dropped his hands from Jaime's hips and stepped back, instead taking his hand. "The rest of you can handle this! Au revoir!"

The two of them grappled abd flew to tge nearest Zeta Tube to get back to Gotham and then back to Jason's apartment to continue the date they were on when they were interrupted.

HELP. GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THIS.

Tim and Kon. MI AMOR. BABY GIRL???? KHAJI DA ROASTING JASON. IM- JSJSJS

Okay. It's just a bit worse when the batfamilys around. Jason doesn't plan for it. He doesn't. But it's in his nature to compete. He had to prove his worth since Bruce took him in, why stop now?

No, he's not trying to impress Jaime.

Shut up, Dick.

"Little Wing, you literally didn't have to take on those thugs alone."

" He does it cause Jaime's turned on when he gets aggressive."

" I did not!" He yells, throwing a betrayed glance in Duke's way. What happened to loyalty between poets?! " ...Why? Did he say something?"

"Oh my God, --"

I'm not immune to Jaime flying over with Jason's favorite post patrol breakfast, helmet retracting back to reveal a bloody grin and black eye. But his eyes practically sparkle when he sees Jason. " Jay!"

At the very least his siblings feel enough disgusted shame to look away when Jaime locks his legs around Jason's waist, peppering kisses all over his helmet. " Ay, papi, your ribs aren't looking good."

" Tell Khaj to stay out of my business. It's not OUR Injury."

He still hugs Jaime's waist, gentle and careful, even thought he knows his boy's tough and has the scars to prove it. "How about you? You're good, baby boy?"

" I'm always good,"

" We'll see about that..."

Bruce, fighting for his motherfucking life over coms:

[sneetsnootyoit]

Speechless

Summary: You find Ezra, injured and alone on the Green, so you give him a ride...and then some.

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI) Gagging (like covering their mouth), oral sex, face fucking, anal sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, begging, teasing, Ezra bottoms, NO USE ON Y/N

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Listen, I just felt like someone needs to make this man shut up (I may or may not write more where he's silenced 🤭)

Ao3 link!

When you landed on the Green, you had a plan. Get a couple aurelac gems and get the fuck out. You'd heard the stuff sold for a good price and you could use the money. As you walked the surface, you wished you could stop and admire the scenery, but you didn't have much time before you had to get back in orbit to get back to the Pug. When you heard about the aurelac mines on the Green Moon, you poured hours into research on how to dig properly. Unfortunately, the only way to do it properly was with practice. You did your best to practice steadying your hands in preparation for your dig, but you would only know how well it worked until you were there.

While you were walking, you found what looked to be an old dig. You'd read about how busy it used to be during the rush and you wondered if there could possibly be anything left. You were trying to make your way to a dig where you were supposed to meet a group of other people who you would split the payload with.

It took you about half a cycle to make it to the dig site, and you learned that your practice definitely paid off. You were able to keep your hands steady enough to get a few good gems out of the dig. When the site had been exhausted of resources, you split the payload with the other prospectors at the site and said your goodbyes, but on your way back to your ship, it occurred to you that if you stayed, you could make a little bit of extra money. You didn’t mind the Pug, but you knew you could do better. You knew there were at least two more cycles before you needed to be in orbit to catch the slingback, so you worked quickly. You were gravely disappointed when most of the areas you visited had already been picked clean, and you decided to take a risk and go a little farther from your ship.

You ended up stumbling upon a clearing with a giant hole in the ground, surrounded by a number of dead bodies and a man who'd been exposed to the toxic spores of the forest. You avoided him while you looked around the mining site, surveying the area, when you heard a noise similar to that of someone choking. You whipped your head around to find the origin of the sound and you saw a one-armed man sitting against a tree with a hookup lying next to him, but he wasn't hooked up to anything. He looked pathetic, and you felt pity for him. You couldn’t leave him to die. It would've weighed too heavily on your conscience. 

You approached the man and he opened his mouth to speak, but you shook your head and held up the tube to connect to your filter. It took you a second to get your suit hooked up to his, but once it was done, he took in a gasping breath, panting heavily. You gave him time to catch his breath while you gave his stump a curious look. The way his suit was tied off made it seem like it was new, maybe even fresh.

"I appreciate your generosity," the man rasped, bringing your attention back to him. He looked like he'd seen better days; tired eyes and mussed hair, a small blonde patch peeking through the messy brown locks. He had a patchy beard that looked like he wished he could grow facial hair but couldn't do it well. "I thought that surely I would expire on this moon which I came to on a quest to prospect the land in search of the precious aurelac gems…"

You offered him a small smile and looked back to what used to be his arm. "So, what happened to you? You try to steal a trophy case and your friends left you to die?"

He shook his head and groaned as he readjusted his position. "My associate was under the incorrect impression that I was no longer amongst the living, and I was unable to contest at that time."

"Shit, that's unfortunate…" you trailed off, averting your gaze from his arm.

"If you were referring to my lack of limb, I sustained an injury that I was unable to properly treat, therefore amputation was the remaining option."

You winced at the thought of it and shook your head, trying to remind yourself what you'd come to the Green for. "Well look, I can't seem to be able to convince myself to just leave you by yourself, and it's obvious that your filter is fucked, so…help me mine and I'll give you a ride." You paused. "And if you try to steal from me, I'll shoot you, and I'll make sure you're actually dead."

The man raised his eyebrows before giving you a single nod. "That sounds like a fair enough trade, although there is an unfortunate happenstance that we must discuss. The limb that was amputated was my primary-"

"You're right-handed and suck at doing shit with your left hand, yeah?" You interrupted, quickly growing tired of his long-winded speech patterns, despite how cute the twang on his accent was.

"Yes, indeed. However-"

"Help me mine and…help where you can, okay? You can be the assistant. Hold the fazer and equipment and.. other stuff. And also, shut up. Just- don't talk."

The look of surprise on the man's face made you want to laugh at him, but you didn’t want to spend more time on the Green than necessary. You introduced yourself by name and looked at him expectantly. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, little bird. You can call me Ezra."

You gave him a nod and helped him to his feet, holding the hookup while you followed him, just in case you needed to disconnect and run. 

He was actually quite helpful, and you managed to get a few good pieces of aurelac from the dig site before you decided it was best to get back to the ship, that way you could get into orbit before you missed the freighter. You kept one hand on your thrower as you led him back to your ship, growing increasingly annoyed with how much he continued to talk. You were positive he just liked the sound of his own voice, and by the time you made it back, you were just about ready to hit him. 

You entered the craft first, then you turned to watch him, breathing a sigh of relief when the door was shut and secured. Unhooking your suit from his, you put away your trophy case in a safe that you had, just in case someone managed to get into your ship, or in case Ezra decided to try something stupid. After removing your helmet, you began taking off your suit and turned to face Ezra, who was doing the same. He was nice to look at and you appreciated having someone else to talk to, except he talked a little too much, and that wasn’t nice. 

You helped him to get buckled into a seat while you sat at the control panel, getting the ship ready to fly and you could vaguely make out the sound of Ezra trying to speak over the sound of the engines roaring. It was only after you'd made it into orbit and ensured your ship would make its connection to the freighter that you turned any attention towards the man next to you.

"You talk a lot," you commented, crossing your arms and giving him an obviously annoyed look. "Too much."

Ezra gave you a disbelieving laugh and shook his head. "Sometimes, a more thorough-"

"Nope. See, I can get to my point just fine without constantly running my mouth." Uncrossing your arms, you unbuckle yourself and go to one of your storage compartments to get something to eat. Ezra was still in his seat, and when you turned to look at him, you could see that he was struggling to remove the harness strapping him in. 

Ezra called out your name and you smirked. "I seem to be experiencing difficulties due to my-"

"Just ask for help."

"I believe I may-"

"That's not it. You don't need to sound like you're talking to royalty. Ask me without all the fanfare." You approached him and leaned against your chair, watching him continue having difficulties. 

"I am in-"

"Ah!" You interrupted, shaking your head. "I wanna hear it plain and simple, pretty boy. It's not that hard."

The nickname caught Ezra off guard a bit and his mouth hung open in surprise. He looked at you for a moment before he closed his mouth and set his jaw. "Help me…please," he said reluctantly, almost pouting.

A triumphant smile crossed your face as you unbuckled his harness and offered him one of the ration bars you'd taken from storage. He took it before realizing, once again, that he was going to need help and you held back your laughter when he glared at you. Even though you'd just met the man, you were having a pretty good time messing with him, and you briefly wondered what you could do that would render him speechless. 

An expectant look crossed your face as Ezra glared at the ration bar, waiting for you to help him open it. You took a seat in your own chair and opened your bar, taking a very dramatic bite. He groaned and tried opening the wrapper with his teeth to no avail and you snorted. "It would be incredibly kind of you to offer your assistance, seeing as I am crippled and lack the personal resources to grant me access to this sustenance," he grumbled, making you roll your eyes. 

"Speak like a normal person and maybe I'll help you. Otherwise, I might just gag you and leave you here to be hungry."

There was a beat of silence in response to your threat and Ezra's cock twitched in his pants. No one had ever threatened to gag him before and for some reason, that idea left him wanting. He let out a shuddering breath and tried to look annoyed when he opened his mouth. "Open this for me…please?"

You gave him a hum and held your own ration bar in your teeth while you opened Ezra's and handed it to him. He murmured a quiet "thank you" and turned away from you. It was difficult to refrain from laughing at him, and the more you interacted with him, the more you wanted to fuck with him. 

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Once you dock with the freighter, you’re finally able to relax, and you’re able to actually forget Ezra is there for a little while. When he’s asleep, it’s quiet, and he looks peaceful. That’s the only time you’re really able to admire his good looks because of how much he pisses you off when he’s awake. You quickly become tired of him constantly running his mouth, and you manage to learn two things.

One: he likes you, more than just as someone who saved him. You learn this a few nights in, a night when you thought he was asleep, and he thought you were asleep. You’re trying, but having a hard time with all the thoughts running through your head about where you’ll go with the money you’re going to make off the aurelac. Lost in your thoughts, only pulled out when you hear a soft moan from where Ezra is laying. You think he’s just dreaming, but then he moans again, and there’s a quiet murmur of your name. It’s dark, so you can't see exactly what he’s doing, but what you do know is that when he cums, your name is on his lips. And two: he’s arrogant as hell and needs someone to put him in his place.

You assumed he’d just piss off the wrong person and get punched, but it actually ends up being you who gets to do the deed. After you get him to the freighter, he makes the executive decision that he’ll be sticking with you. It starts off annoying as hell, then becomes a little more bearable, then he’s annoying again. The more you get to know him, the more you have to stop yourself from throwing him out of an air lock.

On one particularly annoying day, you’re making plans to meet with someone about selling the aurelac you’d mined upon your return to the Pug. Ezra is talking your ear off, correcting every little thing; telling you that you’re asking too low, then too high, then “don’t settle for that,” and you get sick of it. You tell them you’ll return later to further discuss pricing before you end the conversation and turn to Ezra with a fire in your eyes that he’d never seen before (mainly because you’d only known each other for a few cycles, but still). You stand up and slowly back him up against a wall, caging him in with your arms.

“What the fuck is your problem? Inserting yourself into my communications like that. If I wanted your advice, I’d have fucking asked for it. I should fucking gag you so you’ll finally shut up. With all these little nicknames you give me, ‘birdie,’ ‘little bird’...and yet here you are, constantly squawking like one. Maybe I should put you in a cage, in the dark, just like you would a bird that won’t be quiet,” you growl, getting closer to him.

It’s the quietest Ezra has ever been as he looks at you and shudders. He’s unsure of what to do and you see him twitch. You look down and notice an obvious bulge in his pants and you give him a malicious smirk. “Look at that…you like that idea? You want me to shut you up and put you away?”

Seeing Ezra’s arousal makes your own cock twitch with interest, and it makes you think about that night, hearing him moan out your name while he touched himself in the dark.

He opens his mouth to respond but before he can, you take two fingers and shove them in his mouth, holding his tongue down. “I didn’t say you could fucking speak. How should I shut you up, hm? Should I put you on your knees and fill up your mouth with my cock? Make you cum in your pants like a fucking teenager and then gag you with your own cum-covered boxers while I fuck you stupid?” He closes his mouth and moans around your fingers, his hand finding its way to your hips so he can grind himself against you.

You groan quietly and pull your fingers out of his mouth so you can kiss him harshly, pinning his arm above his head. He gasps and you use the opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth while you grind your hips into his, roughly grabbing his ass with your free hand. When you pull away, panting, you bring him over to your bed and begin to pull off your clothes, leaving Ezra still fully covered as you push him down onto his knees. “Open your mouth,” you command, holding the back of his head with one hand and your dick with the other. There’s a beat of stillness between the two of you and he seems to hesitate for a moment. You let go of his head and run your fingers through his hair, the most gentle thing you’ve done so far. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch, and you give him a quiet hum. “Do you want this?”

He opens his eyes to look at you again and he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out.

“Words, Ezra.”

“I do indeed have a desi-”

You cut him off by grabbing his cheeks to make him open his mouth again and slowly ease your cock into his mouth, groaning as you lightly grip his hair. “Put your hand on my leg.”

He inhales and wraps his hand around your calf, squeezing softly to let you know he’s listening. “Pat twice if you need me to stop, understand?”

He nods as best as he can with your cock in his mouth and your other hand goes to his head, thumb briefly caressing his cheek before you start to thrust slowly. He takes deep, slow breaths through his nose when he can, and you’re careful at first, allowing him to slacken his jaw enough to adjust to your size. “Look at you…you’ve done this before, haven’t you? I bet you can take it all, can’t you?”

His eyes meet yours and you push more of your cock in until you bottom out. You can feel the way he relaxes his throat to take you as he wiggles his head to take more if you in, his beautifully curved nose nestling in the curls at your base. You groan at the sight of him, watching his eyelids flutter when you twitch in his mouth. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this…I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth until you can’t speak.”

It’s Ezra’s turn to groan, and a smirk crosses your face at the thought of him being aroused by your words. You continue your thrusts, listening to the wet sounds of his mouth while you revel in the feeling of his tight throat squeezing you. His mouth is so so soft and wet, it makes you wonder what it will feel like when you fuck him. One thing at a time.

Ezra tries his best to keep up with your pace, taking breaths when he can and trying to take you deeper with every thrust. He grips your calf, trying to keep himself stable while you hold his head and fuck his mouth. Eventually, he relaxes his mouth and throat and just allows you to use him, trying his best to keep his eyes open so he can see you falling apart. You can see the tears prickling his eyes from the force of you fucking his throat, and you watch his face begin to grow red. You pause your movements, allowing him to take in a gasp of air. His breaths are heavy and you run your fingers through his hair while you give him a small break. He lets out a breathy moan and begins bobbing his head, hollowing out his cheeks and sliding his hand up to grip the back of your thigh. You let your mouth fall open as he takes all of you and begins to swallow around you, eliciting a groan from deep in your chest. “Fuuuuuck, that’s so fucking good…just like that Ez…such a good boy, taking my cock like this.”

He whimpers around your cock and you notice a slight scrape of teeth against your shaft, sending sparks shooting up your spine. You can feel Ezra squeezing your thigh tightly as his body jerks and you realize that he just came. You grip his hair and pull him off of you, watching his pink, swollen lips release your cock with spit running down his chin. You hum and tilt your head, “Did you just cum from sucking my dick, baby? How fucking pathetic is that?”

You see the shiver that goes down his spine in response to your words as you reach back to grab his hand and help him up. Your lips find their way to his neck, nibbling and pressing open-mouthed kisses to the flesh while you slowly undress him. He gasps at the feel of your teeth on his skin and he leans into you, allowing you to do as you wished with him. You strip him down to his boxers before you undress yourself and Ezra’s eyes rake over your naked form. You can see the way his cock jumps at the sight of you. “On your knees, pretty boy,” you croon, positioning yourself behind him while you trace his spine with your tongue.

Ezra follows your directions and you grab pillows to help prop him up while you guide him down into a position where his head can lay on the pillows and he doesn’t have to put an unnecessary strain on his remaining arm. He has his hand laying next to his head while he pants, eyes clouded over with lust. You press a feather-light kiss to his lower back while you ease his boxers down and off, setting them to the side. You reach forward and finally wipe the drool from his face, rubbing it on his hole and making him jump. You chuckle and lean over him, spitting on his hole and using that to tease a finger at the rim, slowly pushing in only the tip.

“Oh shit…oh shit…”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” he pants, nodding fervently while pushing back against your finger to take the rest of it in with a groan. 

You hum and begin to pump your finger inside him while you bite one of his ass cheeks, laughing quietly at the surprised yelp that comes out of his mouth. You don’t wait very long before you add a second and he gasps, arching his back for you. “Oh, such a good boy. You want it so bad, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Just shove my cock inside you and make you stay quiet while I pound into that tight hole?”

You curl your fingers inside, finding his prostate, and he whimpers, clenching around you. “Fuck, please…I want it, please.”

“Show me how bad.” You position yourself behind him, holding your dick steady as you press the head against his hole. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Ez.”

Ezra’s face begins to slowly turn red as he tries to brace himself on his arm so he can push back against you. You don’t move an inch, making Ezra slide it in on his own. You can feel how he relaxes his body to push your tip past the tight ring of muscle, eliciting a groan from both of you. “Oh shit…oh shit…” he whimpers, using his legs to pull you closer and force more of you inside. “Oh fuck, oh shit…” He keeps going until your hips are pressed against his ass and he lets his feet drop as his thighs quiver and the sound that comes out of him is absolutely pathetic.

“Fuck, Ezra…so fucking tight…” You grab his hips and grind into him, sliding in deeper. Ezra practically mewls beneath you and you chuckle, pulling almost all the way out before you push back in slowly.

"Oh shit, oh shit…"

"What is it, pretty boy? Does it hurt?" You ask patronizingly, continuing the torturously slow pace.

"No…I don't know. Keep going," he pants, hips chasing yours in an attempt to get more from you. "Fuck…"

"Taking my cock so well, Ez."

He starts whimpering the longer you continue like that, and it makes you wonder how much he can take. You're enjoying the pretty noises he's making, but then he opens his mouth for something other than a moan.

"Fuck, it's been…oh shit, it's been dozens of cycles sin- since I've been taken in this manner," he pants, laying himself back down to change the angle. "Absolutely amazing…oh birdie, you-"

You lean down and pick up his soiled boxers grabbing him by his hair and yanking, making him open his mouth in a gasp. You stuff the garment in his mouth before you let him fall back down to the pillows, effectively gagging him. Instead of fighting it, he moans and you smirk. "Dirty, naughty boy…you love that, don't you? Being gagged…having to taste your own cum while I fuck you. You were making such pretty sounds for me, too…" you pull out and snap your hips, shoving your cock back inside. "You'll have to be even louder so I can hear you sing, birdie.”

You pull out for a moment, making Ezra whine at the loss as you spit on his hole, then in your hand, spreading it over your dick to better lubricate yourself. When you push back in, you make him take it all and the gasping moan that’s punched out of him makes you swell with pride, knowing that he’s making these noises because of you.

With your hands on his hips, you begin pounding into him, no slowly building him up to it. You slam into him over and over and he cries out, pressing his face into the pillows. His hand is gripping the sheets tightly and out of the corner of your eye you can see the way his toes are curled. You hum and lean down to put your hand on his shoulder, pulling him up to fuck into him deeper. You smack his ass hard just as your cock nudges against his prostate and you see his eyes roll back, his jaw going slack with the deep moan that flies out of him. You adjust your angle to keep hitting that spot and you growl, smacking him again. The noises he’s making become more frequent and it sounds almost like he’s hyperventilating, but as soon as you feel him squeeze around your cock and see the way he shakes, you know he’s cumming on the sheets below you. You start pounding into him as you felt yourself nearing your edge and you eased him back down, leaning over him so you could reach around and stroke his sensitive cock. You can hear the way he whimpers and whines, stuck between wanting to take it or run away. You feel the way he trembles beneath you and you kiss the back of his neck, panting heavily. “Ezra…fuck, ‘m gonna cum…you want me to fill you with my cum, pretty boy?” 

He nods and you give his dick a slight squeeze, stroking him faster. “C’mon pretty boy, I know you can do it…give me one more, Ez. Be a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, fucking into his desperately while mouthing at his neck and shoulder. You wait until you feel that same squeeze from before to finally release inside of him, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your own sounds of pleasure. While waiting for your high to subside, you let go of Ezra’s spent cock and press a soft kiss to the bite mark you left, breathing out a sigh of satisfaction. You dance your fingers over Ezra’s sides, trailing kisses along his shoulder blades. “You did so good for me, pretty boy,” you praise, carefully pulling the boxers from his mouth. 

You wait a moment to listen for a response, but all you get is a whimper and a sigh. “Good boy,” you purr, pulling out of him with a groan. Instead of letting him collapse into a mess of his own cum, you gently wrap your arms around his chest and lift him upright, hooking your chin over his shoulder. “Look at the mess you made, Ez…” His muscles quake from the effort of trying to hold himself up and you chuckle, moving your body back enough for you to move him to a different spot on the bed and lay him down. He sighs and flops down onto his back, looking at you with hazy brown eyes. Your plan was to clean him up and try to rest, but with the way he was looking up at you, you had to lean down and kiss him, much softer than before. You’re able to appreciate more now; the softness of his plush, pink lips and the light scratch of his beard on your face. The way he wraps his arm around you to pull you close, like he craved your touch. It makes you wonder, when was the last time someone touched him, or simply held him?

When you break the kiss, you let your nose brush against his, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You know, this can become a thing if you piss me off less,” you murmur against his lips, drawing a breathy laugh from the man beneath you.

“And how, pray tell, would I go about that?”

“Talk less,” you whisper, pecking his lips. “You’re so pretty, it’s a shame when you ruin it by running your mouth.”

He hums and chases your lips, tracing your spine with his fingers. “You may be required to educate me in that regard, little bird. I don’t think I’ve quite learned my lesson.”

You raise your eyebrows and laugh incredulously. “Oh yeah?”

He nods and you trail your fingers down his abdomen, ghosting them over his softened cock. “I can confidently say that there is even a chance that I have learned nothing from this exchange,” he teases, arching up into your touch. 

You place your knee between his legs to brace yourself over him and you cup his cheek with one hand, the other delivering a hard slap to the outside of his thigh, making him yelp. “Then listen closely, pretty boy. If you want me to fuck you again, you’ll behave. I’m not going to play this little cat and mouse game with you. But I will happily reward you for being good.”

Ezra’s eyes widen as he realizes that you’re serious and he nods breathlessly, earning him a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I think this will be fun.”

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[aealrizen]

Opening the memory files stored on the data chip brought Midas a sense of comfort he took a moment to realize people could only have in the safety of their own mind. Just like that image of a cathedral had brought a similar, personal feeling, the memories he watched were unmistakably his. And since he remembered Ian mentioning it was easier to understand from the beginning, he started with the oldest memory there.

“Hey Mommy?”

His voice was so young. Midas knew it was his voice, but he couldn’t have been more than four or five in this memory. So young, and small as he leaned against the side of a hospital bed. The woman laying there was his mother, he now barely remembered to no fault of the file. It was just hard to remember something from so long ago in the first place. But the thin yet vibrant orange curls draping down her shoulders, shifting as she turned to look at him, and her blue green eyes were more than familiar to him.

“Hey… my little Midas,” Angeline greeted. Her hand was slow to reach towards him. Gentle to rest on his head in tender strokes. It wasn’t an unusual response time, her movements had always been slow. Or at least Midas had never known her any differently. He was never kept away from his mom without good reason, but he was always told to be careful. Don’t be too loud. Try to sit still if he was next to her. Use soft hands when hugging her. He understood she wasn’t well, but he didn’t fully understand why she didn’t get better soon like everyone else that got sick.

“Can I sit with you today? I have a story book,” little Midas asked, a large but thin picture book barely held in his arms as he stretched on his toes so it would be easier for Angeline to reach his head.

“Of course baby. Can you climb up on your own?” his mother assured, wondering if the stool was still near the bedside or if she would need to call her husband.

“I can do it,” little Midas assured quickly, scooting the stool over where he could climb onto it before carefully wiggling onto the bed. The book was set to the side, still within reach of where he would eventually settle, so that he didn’t bump his tender mother with the hard cover. There was a specific spot he was used to nestling down in, it was easy for him to pick it out amongst the tubes and wires. And once he had settled down into the small nest between his mother’s waist and arm, Midas very carefully pulled the book over to open.

He had been planning on reading the book quietly to himself, like he usually did, but after a few words read in silence his mother spoke up quietly again. “Do you want to read out loud for mama?”

That was how Midas knew this was a slightly better day than what was becoming more and more common. His expression lit up in a bright smile, and he had to keep himself from squirming in excitement. “Okay!” he chimed, keeping his voice as quiet as he could. He knew he couldn’t treat his mom like other kids treated their moms. There were certain things he had to do differently in order to spend time with her without causing her distress. More time that he felt greedy to take before it ran out. He never fully understood what it had been like for her, but always did his best to help her be comfortable.

It wasn’t until much later, when she had already passed away years ago, that Midas learned first hand what life had been like for his mother, stuck in a hospital bed with artificial vines keeping her fragile body tied down.

Midas was eight when he remembered waking up in his mother’s place for the first time. He didn’t remember collapsing, just feeling horribly achy, and dizzy, and hoping a glass of water would help. He’d been trying to get some from the sink, but now he was waking up to his father watching him with residual tears in his eyes and his tiny hand held carefully between larger fingers. Midas had been sick a lot on and off since he was six, various illnesses and infections that took longer to heal from than others. But this time had been the worst case so far. He’d gotten dizzy before, but never fainted. And never had several hours of time missing from his active memory without him choosing to go to sleep. It wasn’t long after, when Hesopher had done a few tests to make sure, that he had a name for the disease that he started to remember.

Leukemia.

The same cancer his mother had died from was also present in him, among some other diseases he couldn’t be bothered to remember the names of. Hesopher had prayed it wouldn’t be that way, but now he had to acknowledge the truth.

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This one is so soon 'cause I had it 98% written since January X'DD Just had to draw it

Here's mama and lil bitty Midas~ It's a little short because the next section was too long and won't split well

I listened to Desolation, and Cicio from the House in Fata Morgana ost a lot for this one =u=

fun trivia: Midas gets his eye shape and nose from his mom, and his hair from his dad. But his eye color and skin tone are a mix. (Though Angeline wasn't always that pale |D )

[courtingchaos]

random idea that i would like to share with the class (or just you, you lovely human being 💕):

river monster!eddie but reader hasn’t come to see him in a while. she wants to, but she’s hardly had any time to go exploring thanks to her new job (or some other thing that would pull her away for a while… maybe family drama??) frankly, she’s hardly had time to even breathe with all the shit that’s been going on. but eddie doesn’t know that… no, for all he knows she’s been hurt… or killed… or, worst of all, mated by another. what would our favorite river monster do to get his girl back? does he leave the river in search of her, even though that’s horribly dangerous for him to do (maybe he can’t breathe for long out of water?? or maybe just having people see him is dangerous… ya know, cause he’s a monster. fuck it, maybe it’s both)? if so, how does he plan on finding her? does he have a plan or is he just being horribly rash and winging it bc nobody takes my mate away from me or fuck, she could be hurt, she needs me?? does he find her?? or does he stay put? sulking in his lonesome river, all alone without his one source of happiness: his precious sunshine, his sweet landling. does he worry about her? or does he think that she’s abandoned him? if so, is he sad or is he angry? what if she comes back? does he rush to her? embrace her? mate her so that she can never leave him again? or does refuse to see her, to hear her out? does he scare her off as a way to protect his own cold-blooded heart?

I’ve been thinking about this ask since last week when I got it. I started a little drabble response but then it turned into a lot of key story telling aaaaaaaaaaaand…

Yeah. I’m keeping some things close to my chest for this. But let me paint you a couple little pictures instead?

So starting at the top. What would he do to get her back?

Well, he’s used to her being gone for varying periods. I mean she just showed up one day out of the woods and she keeps doing it randomly so he tends to wait her out. At least in the beginning. He swims and he sleeps and he hunts and if he’s lucky he finds an unwitting human he can lure and eat and uh…other things.

This Eddie can speak English, he understands it he’s been around too long to not. Plus he has Wayne. No I won’t be explaining this yet, it’s a plot point. So Wayne assures him multiple times that she’s a human. She has a job. She has a community. She can’t just break away from it and sometimes she can’t be there at the exact same time every day.

Once they’ve been together though it’s almost like he can sense where and how far she is. She’s staying close to the river but he knows when she leaves his perimeter. He knows when she’s on solid, dry land. The first couple of times he fights with himself to not leave because he knows he wouldn’t survive. Wayne’s explained how the world works and Eddie has been on the receiving end of pain from humans before he kills them. He’s aware he’s othered so as much as he would like to run ashore and find her, he’d be dead and unable to protect her.

He’s definitely sulking in his den. He’s collected a lot of things over the years. There’s pieces of trash he’s found in the river that interest him. A radio that she’d gotten working, something someone had with them and lost while they were tubing one summer. He’s found gold teeth in mouths before that he hangs on to because they’re shiny. Rocks and bones and the occasional fossil or geode. He’s got a lock of her hair she’d given him, tied up in a thin piece of grass. There’s little things she’s left that he keeps safe with the radio and he’ll sulk with that.

Sometimes she comes back smelling like so many things. Strange scents he’s never encountered and numerous people and it sets his teeth on edge. He wants to remind her that she should only ever smell like her and him. He knows she’ll be back, she’s already promised it and let him mark her so she knows, she has to, that when she comes back smelling like all the others he’s going to fix that. Maybe he plays a little hiding game when she shows back up. Lays low in the tall grass along the edge to watch her search around. He’ll run a claw over her toes when she gets to close to make her jump. He does like scaring her sometimes, likes the way her heart rate spikes because he can almost taste the sharp scent she gives off.

Getting down to your last few questions I will say at the beginning when they’re becoming acquainted and Wayne is explaining things Eddie is very wary. She smells like a mate but she’s human so what the fuck? She’s never once terrified of him, just wary. She holds her hands out to him like he couldn’t pull her right in and kill her. So he’s standoffish. Doesn’t come fully out of the water for a while. He doesn’t understand who she is and why she smells the way she does and why she makes him care, but that changes very quickly when she willingly gets in his water with him.

I know this went a different way a bit, but again, you asked some real deep questions for me and I don’t want to give a lot away yet. But yeah. Eddie loves her and once he’s claimed her he won’t turn her away for anything.

💚

[bihansthot]

Today in TMI with Sol, I get really bad nausea with my period, I usually skip them because of horrible migraines which induce the nausea and the subsequent vomiting right? Well Wegovy has other plans, for some reason it lessens the efficacy of your birth control so boom unexpected period. (Don’t worry non self insert Sol has her tubes tied so no worries about unexpected surprises!) I also increased my dose of the Wegovy which has increased my nausea, long story short I puked coffee in the kitchen sink because I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Thankfully I have prescription meds for the nausea I just didn’t realize how bad it was until it was too late. By some miracle dinner stayed down though so small wins. I’m down 27 pounds (10 naturally 17 with the Wegovy in 3 months) though so who gives a doodle about some silly puking right? I’m fine really, just sharing in case someone is thinking of starting Wegovy and no one explains things like this like my doctor didn’t. In my doctor’s defense she knows I’m very intelligent and well informed medically so she probably assumed I had done proper research on weight loss meds before talking to her about it. Spoilers I didn’t, but there are a lot of wonderful folks who have gone through are going through their journeys on TikTok and I’ve learned a lot. It shouldn’t put you off from starting your journey if you want to just make sure you get a script for zofran/ondansetron too. The vomiting comes on very, very quickly with little to no warning just as a heads up so just be careful dosing up. Also try using your thigh if you have bad nausea using your stomach sometimes different injection sites can decrease side effects though supposedly you lose more weight if you can tolerate the abdominal injections. I just didn’t really think of my nausea doubling from my period but now I know, it totally does. Also if you are on Wegovy/Zepbound any of the others and don’t have your tubes tied and are sexually active please please please use condoms too unless you are trying for a child because Ozempic babies as it’s called are a very real thing. Even if you think you can’t have a baby because of your weight the more you lose the more your fertility returns so your birth control may not be enough due to the reduced efficacy, be safe loves.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

five. | new ride

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 3k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, dry humping, hickies

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The next morning Win slept in, waking rested for once, the pleasant ache between her thighs reminding her that last night had been more than just a dream.

“Shit, I should probably call Holly,” she muttered, scrambling out of bed.  By the time she’d gotten home the night before, it had been too late to call, unless she wanted to wake the whole Hampton household.

Stumbling first toward the bathroom, Win stopped short, doing a double take when she spotted her reflection and the large dark hickey nearly the size of a quarter on her neck staring back.  

“Billy!” she groaned, leaning closer to the mirror to get a better look.  “I’m gunna kill him,” she muttered between clenched teeth, though the memory of his mouth on her neck the night before sent her heart racing.

“It’s okay,” she told herself, taking a calming breath.  “I just need some cover up.”  Digging through her makeup bag, she triumphantly clutched the little tube only to realize it was practically empty.  “Shit–” she hissed, tossing the empty concealer into the trash.  At least she had time to get more before school on Monday, plus her dad was probably asleep by now, so she could sneak out without being seen.

The sharp ring of the telephone interrupted her thoughts and she raced back across the room to grab it before it woke her father up.  “Hello?”

“Win?” Holly’s voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Oh hey, I was just about to call you,” Win replied, sinking back atop her bed.

“What happened last night after we left?”

“Uh, well…” Win hesitated, unsure how it might look if she told the truth.

Holly, however, guessed what Win’s reluctance meant before she could finish.  “Oh my God, you slept with him!” she cried.

“Yeah… yeah, I did,” Win admitted with a grimace, waiting for a chastening, but Holly merely let out an excited squeal.

“How was he?” she asked, her voice dropping conspiratorially.

“Well, he made me cum, so that’s better than most of the guys I’ve been with,” Win laughed wryly, downplaying it.  “But really, it was good,” she added, her voice a murmur.  “And… he asked me out,” she admitted.

“And you agreed this time?” Holly asked expectantly.

“...Yes.”

“God, finally,” her friend huffed.  “I mean, come on, you two have had some mondo serious sexual tension since he got here.”

“Holly!”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Alright, fine,” Win exclaimed, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere.  “Enough about me, what happened with you and Steveeee?” she asked pointedly.

“Nothing as exciting as what happened to you,” Holly replied, a twinge of regret in her voice.  “We talked for a bit though, and we have plans to hang out again, just the two of us this time, no offense,” she added with a snort.

“None taken,” Win replied, fighting back a laugh; it seemed her plan had worked.  “I’m glad, though.  You’ll hafta let me know how it goes– ah shit,” she swore, noticing the time.  “Sorry Hol, I gotta run to Melvald’s, I’m all out of coverup.”

There was a pause before Holly responded knowingly.  “Why do you need coverup?”

“Why do you think?” Win snorted before saying goodbye and hanging up.

She hurriedly dressed, throwing on the most high necked shirt she had and biked to Melvald's.  Luckily the local general store was relatively empty when Win arrived, parking her bike and venturing inside.  Mrs. Byers greeted her as she walked past and Win gave her an awkward wave and a smile before making a b-line for the cosmetics.

“There you are,” she muttered, snatching the concealer she used.  After a moment’s deliberation she took a second bottle, just in case this became a regular thing.  

The little bell tied to the front door jingled and Win looked up to see none other than Billy Hargrove enter.  As soon as he caught sight of her, a grin tugged at his lips and he strode over.  “Thought that was your bike out front,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the makeup in her hand.  “What’s that for?” he mused, hooking a finger under the high collar of her shirt and tugging it down before she could stop him.

Billy let out a low whistle at the sight of the mark he’d left on her neck.  “Oops,” was all he said before that smug look overtook his visage once more.

“Oops, my ass,” Win scoffed dryly, directing her best withering glare at him.

“Guess I got a little carried away,” he replied with a shrug.  “Can you blame me though?” he asked, wetting his lips expectantly.

“You know, I’m starting to think it wasn’t actually an accident at all,” Win said, cocking an amused eyebrow at him and Billy huffed a laugh.

“So you’re saying no more hickeys?” he ventured, wearing what could only be described as a pout and Win couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wouldn’t say that.  Just… maybe only where you can see them,” she answered, lowering her voice for his ears alone, though they were basically the only ones in the store at the moment.

“You’re kind of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“I thought you knew that already, Billy boy,” Win snorted and he shrugged.  

“Honestly, I thought some of it was just for show,” he admitted, a grin playing at his lips.

“You take that back!” Win gasped, giving him a playful shove as she fell into step with him.  “So, what did you come here to buy?” she wondered and Billy’s grin turned wry as he stopped in front of the condoms, plucking a couple packs from the hook.

“You really think we’re gunna need all those?” she teased and it was Billy’s turn to give her a flat look.

“Unless you’re on the pill, then yeah,” he scoffed.  “As far as I’m concerned, we’re just getting started,” he drawled.

Win grinned to herself as they ambled toward the check out.  “I am on the pill, by the way.”

“Oh,” Billy breathed, faltering for a second, as if rethinking the condoms.  “Ah screw it, double assurance is probably better anyway.”  Stepping up to the register, he tossed the condoms on the counter.

“That all for you?” Mrs. Byers asked, glancing between Win and Billy and their purchases.

“This too,” Billy grunted, taking the makeup from Win’s hand and dropping it next to the condoms.

“You don’t have to do that–” Win began, but Billy shook his head.

“Well, it’s kinda my fault you need it,” he murmured, ignoring the way Joyce’s eyebrows climbed.

“Guess you have a point,” Win replied, hoping her face wasn’t too red.

Billy paid and held the door open for her, eyeing her bike leaning against the street lamp before turning back to her.  “You gotta be home right away?”

“No, not really,” Win admitted, checking her watch.

“I’ve got some time before I gotta pick up my bratty step sister from the arcade.  Wanna go for a ride?  I’ll drop you off after,” Billy offered, watching her expectantly.

“Yeah, alright.”

Billy’s lips tugged into probably the most genuine smile Win had seen from him yet and he hoisted her bike into the trunk while she climbed in front.

“Anything remotely fun to do around here?” he asked, reaching into the breast pocket of his jacket for his cigarettes, offering Win one as he peeled out, driving off.

Win thankfully took the pro-offered smoke and leaned in closer to light it from Billy’s Zippo before he shut the lid with a quick flick of his wrist.  She took a deep draw, blowing the smoke toward the window before answering.  “I’m still figuring that out.  I only moved here a couple months before you.”

“I knew you weren’t from around here,” Billy mused, glancing over at her over his aviators before his eyes flicked back to the road.  “You don’t have the look.”

“The look?” Win asked, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah, that small town backwater look,” Billy clarified with a derisive snort.  

Win rolled her eyes, grinning to herself as she flicked the built up trail of ash out the window.  “We could go to Lover’s Lake,” she suggested, carefully avoiding the look Billy shot her.

“Thought you said you hadn’t shacked up with anyone from Hawkins.”

“I haven’t,” Win replied, “but I know things.  I know this it’s the place to go if you wanna be alone.”

Her answer seemed to satisfy Billy and he followed her directions, pulling off the main road. “So where did you move from?” he asked as he parked in a secluded spot, turning the car off, but leaving the radio on, playing softly in the background.

“Not quite as far as you,” Win answered, fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.  “I’m from Chicago.”

“Chicago, huh?  Why’d you move here of all places?” Billy asked, leaning back, his head rolling against the head read as he turned to look at her.

“It certainly wasn’t my choice,” Win scoffed, bringing the cigarette back to her lips, but Billy didn’t speak, merely waiting for a real answer and Win sighed.

“My dad’s a scientist.  He was working out of a research lab in the city until he got a job offer at Hawkins Labs that he said was too good to pass up,” she explained, watching the smoke wend lazily from the end of her cigarette.  “Nothing’s really changed though, he works the same rancid hours that he did before, it’s just the scenery that’s different,” she muttered.

“Bet you miss it.”

“Yeah, there was always something to do there.  I never felt as lonely as I do here,” Win admitted, putting her cigarette out in the ashtray.

“What about you?  How’d you end up here?” she asked, finally looking back at Billy.

Billy let out a grunt, his eyes dropping to the cigarette nearly burned down to his fingers.  “My dumb step sister kept running away after our parents got married.  A bunch of shit went down and they decided it would be better to get away from it all, get ‘a fresh start’, and that’s why they moved us to Bumfuck, Indiana,” he mocked, scowling before flicking his spent cigarette out the window.

The silence stretched while Win studied his profile.

“Actually, I think Bumfuck’s like fifty miles west of here,” she said in all faux seriousness.

For a moment Billy’s brows pinched together before an amused snort ripped from his nose and he began to laugh.  “Y’know, maybe this shit town’ll be a little more tolerable from here on out,” he said, pulling his sunglasses off and leaning in.

“Yeah?  And why’s that?” Win asked, wanting to hear him say it.

“Will you just c’mere,” Billy huffed, pulling her across the center console into his lap, pushing his seat back so she’d have enough room.

“Billy!” Win gasped, straddling his waist, but whatever else she had waiting on the tip of her tongue dissolved as soon as he kissed her, his arms wrapping around her middle to pull her closer.

Opening her mouth wider for him, she groaned as his tongue met hers, exploring her mouth greedily.  With a moan, she brought her hands to the sides of his face, caressing the sharp lines of his jaw as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly sliding against his as she canted her hips, grinding against him.

When she felt him stiffen beneath her, a moan caught in her throat and she ground against him harder, a shudder passing through her at the sweet friction against her aching cunt.

“Fuck—“ Billy hissed, his gaze flicking up to hers, ocean blue meeting stormy skies, and Win grinned, drawing his bottom lip between hers, nipping at him before sucking gently, pulling back with a soft pop, a silvery string of saliva still connecting them.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” she breathed, her hips rolling against him, more insistent now.

“Thought that was supposed to be my line,” Billy grunted, his brows furrowing petulantly. 

 “Jesus Billy, just let me compliment you,” Win huffed, a soft whine leaving her swollen lips as her clit dragged against the now soaked fabric of her panties.

For a long moment he merely watched her, his lips twitching into an incredulous grin, her words going straight through him.

“You keep doin’ that and I’m gunna cum in my jeans,” Billy growled as she bore down harder, chasing her pleasure.  Before Win could counter, asking what would be so wrong with that, Billy’s mouth was hot on her neck, his teeth grazing her flushed skin while his tongue laved against her, sending a shiver racing through her.

“Wait–” she gasped, “what’re you doing?”

“If you’re gunna make me cream my boxers, I’m refreshing this mark, gotta show everyone who you’re with now,” he groaned.  “Sound fair?”

“Ughh fine!” Win huffed, her eyelids fluttering as her pleasure gripped her.  “Fuck, I’m–”  Her hips stuttered as she came, writhing desperately in Billy’s lap before a sharp breath left her lips as he sucked hard at her neck, his hips bucking upward beneath her.

“Fuck–” she breathed, the pair of them stilling, both gasping for breath.  “Did you–?”

“Yeah,” he said, grimacing slightly.  

“Sorry,” Win giggled, biting her lip as she watched him, noticing the way his face flushed.  “That’s so cute.”

“You’re such a brat,” Billy huffed, stealing a kiss before she climbed back into the passenger seat.

“You like it.”

Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing his aviators.  “I’ll take you home, Princess.”

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Monday morning, Win wrinkled her nose at her reflection as she sponged more concealer over her neck, Billy’s hickey still noticeable despite the thick layer of makeup covering it.

“You gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, dropping the makeup sponge into the sink, giving up.  Moments later, a knock at her bedroom door made her jump and she quickly straightened. “Winnie, you up?  You’re gunna be late,” her father called through the door.

“Yeah, I’m up.  Just finishing up,” she called back, giving herself one last once over in the mirror before grabbing her backpack.  It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

She wasn’t expecting her dad to still be standing by the door when she opened it and she nearly ran into him in her haste.

“Whoa whoa,” David exclaimed, grabbing her arms.  “You alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine, Dad,” Win answered, trying to turn her head so he wouldn’t notice the dark mark gracing her pale skin.  “Like you said, I’m gunna be late.”  Tearing herself from his grasp, she rushed past him into the kitchen to grab a bite of breakfast.

“Hold up.  What’s that?” David asked, his eyes narrowing as he peered directly at the spot she was hoping to hide.  “Is that what I think it is?”

Win grimaced.  “No,” she answered, popping her Eggo into the toaster and turning away.

“Let me see,” David insisted, stepping forward to catch her chin in his hand, tilting her face so he could get a better look at her neck, his expression darkening.  “Who gave that to you?”

Win set her jaw, quickly pulling away.  “No one.”

“Yeah right, young lady.  Was it that Harrington kid you went out with the other night?”

“Steve?  No, it wasn’t Steve,” Win snorted, grabbing her waffle and taking a bite as soon as it toasted.

“Then who–?”

Before Win could think of an answer, the doorbell rang, drawing both Lewis’s attention and she quickly grasped at the distraction, pulling the door open.  “Billy?” she exclaimed reluctantly, finding him waiting on the front porch, leaning against the door frame, his Camaro idling in the driveway as his sister climbed into the back seat, slamming the door shut behind her.

“What’re you–?”

“Winrey, who’s this?” David asked, coming to greet the newcomer, his lips tugging downward as he took in Billy’s appearance.

“Billy Hargrove, Mr. Lewis,” Billy introduced smoothly, extending his hand for David to shake.  

Win’s father’s frown grew and he glared at Billy’s hand as if it were a viper, before reluctantly taking it.  “And who exactly are you?” he asked, looking between Billy and his daughter.

“Sorry, I thought Win would’ve mentioned me, I’m her boyfriend,” Billy replied, shooting Win a smug look.

“Boyfriend?” David repeated faintly.

“Yup, boyfriend,” Win said, practically pushing Billy out the door before her father could recover.  “But we gotta go, okay?  Bye Dad!” she called, grabbing her backpack and rushing outside to jump in the Camaro.

“What are you doing here?” Win asked as soon as Billy slid in the driver’s seat.

“Thought it was my job to drive you around now, y’know, since we’re dating and all,” he replied, giving David a little wave before putting the car in reverse.  “Besides, I’m pretty sure your usual ride isn’t gunna show up,” he added, giving her a pointed look and Win had to agree.  

“Yeah… you’re probably right about that.  Not that I’m really complaining,” she admitted.

From the backseat Billy’s step sister cleared her throat impatiently.  “You gunna introduce me, or what?” she said flatly, and Billy’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.  

“Ugh, fine,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.  “Maxine, this is Win, she’s gunna be riding with us from now on.  Win, this is Maxine, my annoying shitbird of a step sister,” he grunted, focusing on the road.

Win turned in her seat to get a better look at the girl.

“It’s Max, no one calls me Maxine,” she said pointedly, her blue eyes flicking to Win.  “So, you’re actually dating him?” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, guess I am,” Win replied, her lips twitching in amusement.  

“He talks about you a lot, you know–”

“Will you shut up?” Billy snapped, interrupting Max with a glare in the mirror, and Win had to fight back a grin.

“Is that so?” she mused, eyeing his stoic profile as she turned back around.  It seemed like there was more to Billy Hargrove than met the eye.

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