#sorry man you know you wouldn’t fall for anyone that’s half assed

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[For my bestie??? For Xer?? Always girl you know that]

Xer’Kan Tanhua

Minovae drops her cup, letting it shatter on the floor. Her face is stricken with shock.

“Xer… Xer is alive?”

At your insistence, a mix of joy and then anger contorts her eyes, tears building in one of them. “You better not be lying to me! If ever there was anyone that deserved a happy ending among us, it’s her! Never have I seen anyone go through so much that they were so ready to die like her. She seemed almost relieved when she learned her death could fix this Worldwound mess! Stupid, selfish, reckless! …Kind and generous and beautiful Xer…”

The anger rolls off her and she wipes the tears from her scaled cheek.

“We were… are… we’re so alike in that regard, you know? Staying stoic and strong but it’s all act when you’re dying inside and just want it to end. I see her as… as like a funhouse mirror, as silly as that sounds. We’re so alike that the reflection is recognizable: our childhoods and what we’ve gone through just being what we are… how fiercely we protect what’s right and fix any wrongs… the stubbornness and refusal to rest… and our taste in men, of course!” She chuckles a little, sniffling.

“We’re even both kind of paradoxes, aren’t we? Her being the most morose and miserable azata I’ve ever seen to me being the peppiest and humane aeon she has ever seen. A oni-spawn wreathed in butterflies and the ganzi clad in blackened plate…”

She seems wistful as she trails off. “If she’s alive then I hope she finds peace and love where she never has to wield a blade again. She deserves it.”

And one last aside, she mutters under her breath. “I miss her cooking.”

[hxltic]

if you’re writing , pls do konig x reader and the reader is a cry baby

Cry baby as in like sexually?? i got you

König is horrible at teasing you, frankly because he gives in himself. Never has he slapped the tip along your folds, or made you grind on him to ruffle your own mental—but today, he has brought you to your breaking point. all you’ve wanted all day was him.

He finally returns to you, and the first thing you did was hug him around the neck. Both your legs swung up to the top of his hips so he could carry you away. Once ridden of the day and full to his stomach, König finds you in the bedroom in all your needy glory, pleading for him but unwilling to disturb his peace or alone time after the day’s mission.

He teased like never before. Even going as far to play with your dripping pussy with his big fingers, dipping it into the wetness and rolling it around your clit. You don’t know what made you this way, and you were excited at just the thought of your mysterious hunk of a man coming home to you.

But not this. You begged and waited (impatiently) for his gratitude. He flattened his tongue so you could grind on the warm sensation, but with each hand under your knee on display for him, it literally wasn’t possible to move because of his strength. At this point you were so frustrated you probably could cry.

“Kö please, what did I do? I w-won’t do it again I swear,” you attempt, asking for forgiveness at you don’t even know what. Truthfully you hadn’t done anything wrong, but even after given colonel position, you’re still the only one he feels genuinely in charge of like this. He never thought he cared until the high he got from hearing you whine for him came along. You don’t want anyone else. Just him.

On that thought, once he inserted himself, his pace was unbelievably slow. König never prided himself on his self-control but he knew his size, and had he went any faster you would’ve came on the spot.

“‘m sorry, faster please,” you tried again. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!” Already on the verge of tears as your nails dig crescents into his muscled back, when he finally gives you what you want, you lose your mind.

Nothing was slow. Almost a signification of flipping the switch, he throws you over to your stomach effortlessly. He spreads your legs and brings you to your elbows with your ass in the air, then splits you open. It doesn’t take long before your hips start to bruise.

“Wait wait-“ König hears faintly, but he knows that’s far from what you want. He was correct because you cum immediately after. He feeds off the sight of your ass bouncing and rippling off him. His only responses are grunts.

“It’s what you wanted right,” his accent still thick and releasing words he wouldn’t even think of saying regularly, “you waited all day for this?”

Now deep in you and the ecstasy, it’s like you’ve switched roles. He technically was edging himself too. He was rock hard and heavy through his pants, all at your pretty voice and begs.

Soon apologies start flying out of his mouth, you being almost too lost in the euphoria to hear them at all. “Liebling, you feel so good-I’m not sure if I can stop now.”

“Kö you’re gonna-“ is all that comes out in your short breaths.

He replies, “I won’t, I won’t liebe,” as if he knows what you’re going to say, even though he doesn’t. He’s not thinking about much right now. As if to make what you were going to say worse, he lifts your shoulders and grabs your breasts to hold you up and crane you back, your hair falling between the two of you and your head to his neck.

The new position calls for a different spot inside of you and he’s lucky he hasn’t short circuited.

“…break me…half,” is all he heard. He’s too lost at your slick cunt gripping him tight, to hear the sniffles. He does look down though, and spots a tear about to fall down the path of the others. The only reason it doesn’t is because you’re basically upside down.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say, and despite how sweet he is, it doesn’t sound genuine. Especially not after his hips chase into your entrance like it’s heaven.

“König, cum, again,” you choke out beside a sob, but König is in too much pleasure to feel bad.

“Huh,” he questions. It doesn’t come out as such; more like he’s physically present but isn’t actually asking.

“I’m cumming,” you repeat, and not long after do you hiccup.

There’s a second of silence, then, “I know,” he glances down in pity and bliss. “Your smile is hard to beat but this is far better.”

He never thought he’d like to see you cry, which he doesn’t, but sexually seems to be a different story. They were steaming now, just before your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, and tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan.

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Merry Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,061 Warnings: Slight angst

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“Screw you, Dean!” You yelled over your shoulder as you stormed through the bunker. You had a bag in hand, stuffed with your clothes. A smaller back was on top of it with your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a few other miscellaneous things. “Stupid Winchester.” You grumbled as you heard him following you. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at the commotion, getting up to go see what was going on. “Y/N?” He asked. “What’s up? You okay?” You were a close friend, and he didn’t want you upset. 

You stopped and let your head hang back for a moment before looking at him. “You’re brother is an ass, that’s all.” You said, sounding a bit bored, like it was old news. “So, I’m leaving.” You shrugged. 

“Come on, babe.” Dean half whined as he came in. “Can we just we just talk about this?” He asked, giving you the puppy dog eyes that you were sure Sam learned from him. 

“Do I want to know?” Sam asked, a bit unsure about what the pair of you were fighting about. 

Sighing, you thought before speaking. “We’d been fighting over whether or not we were going to celebrate Christmas. I wanted to. We’ve been together for four years, and I wanted something simple. Nothing like a full on Christmas in the movies or anything. He wouldn’t budge. Nothing I said made him change his mind.” You explained, making Sam nod that he understood. You both knew that Dean was stubborn as all hell. “So, I woke up before him this morning, and I tried waking him up. I was rubbing his back. You wanna know what he said?” 

He made a face. “I’m not sure.” 

“Merry Christmas, Lisa.” You shot Dean a look. “Fucking Lisa. Won’t celebrate Christmas with me, but dreams about it with her.” You spat. “Out of all the things he could have said.” 

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at that. He hadn’t heard that name in ages. “What the hell, Dean?!” He asked, crossing his arms, angry for you. Sure, they hadn’t really done Christmas since the whole pagan Gods thing, but he would have agreed for you. How hard was it to just have a little holiday joy for someone you cared about? Especially in the life that they led.

Dean sagged. “I said I’m sorry.” He said softly, swallowing. 

“I’ll be in touch, Sam.” You sighed. “I’m not saying I’m going forever, but I can’t sleep next to him right now.” Which hurt, a lot. Rarely did the pair of you sleep apart. “I’ll text you to let you know I’m safe, okay?” You added, knowing that would be the next question out of his mouth. 

He gave you a sad smile and a quick hug. “I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He said softly. 

You glanced at Dean, hurt in your eyes. “See you, Dean. I do love you. Even if you are an ass.” You told him, your anger softening to more hurt than anything. Would you never live up to her? 

Dean’s heart ached at the look in your eyes, knowing that he was the cause. “Come home soon?” He asked, his voice full of emotion. “Please?” He added, wanting to rush over and pull you into his arms. 

Nodding, you licked your lips. “I just need time to think.” You said honestly before heading towards the door. You willed your tears to not fall. Not yet. Not while you were still so close to the man you loved. He was your home, and he was who you ran to when you hurt. Having him be the reason your stomach churned and you felt like crying was one of the hardest things you’d dealt with.

As soon as you were out the door, Sam crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Dean. “Really? Lisa?” He asked. “Out of anyone? She knows that’s the closest you’ve ever come to an apple pie life, and she can’t even get a tiny Christmas with you?!” He was pissed. 

Dean sighed. “I know. I know.” He groaned. “I don’t even know how to start fixing this. I don’t want to lose her because I’m an idiot who, for some reason, dreamt of Lisa. I don’t even remember the dream!” He tried to defend himself. “One minute I’m asleep, the next I’m being hit with a pillow.” 

“I don’t blame her.” He shook his head. “Does some part of you miss Lisa and Ben? Do you miss being out of the life?” Sam asked, trying to work through what was going on in his brother’s mind. “Do you want that back?” His voice was softer, like he was afraid to speak it into existence. 

“No.” He said easily. “I don’t. I haven’t even thought about them until she mentioned her name.” He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “I know that life isn’t in the cards for us, so why would I want it? It wouldn’t last.” They both knew that was true. They’d both had first hand experience with that. “I don’t know why I had a dream of telling Lisa that. I have no idea why she would be in my dream to begin with. Now, can we not focus on that and focus on getting Y/N home?!” He pleaded. “Seriously, if I were to ask for anything for Christmas, it would be that.” 

“Which is funny because you not wanting Christmas with her is a big reason we’re in this mess.” Sam muttered as he passed Dean. “I’ll wait to hear from her before I try to think of anything.” 

Dean let out a sigh as he was left alone. “Shit.” 

It was a few days before you told Sam you were settled in for the holidays. Christmas was two days away, and you just wanted to spend the day relaxing. You’d found a little rustic cabin, and enjoyed how it was covered in snow. On the way through town, you’d stopped to get enough food for the next few days, a book, and some wrapping paper. 

Even if they were late getting them, you still wanted to give the boys their gifts.And they would look as perfect as you could get them. You’d gotten Dean a personalized knife, a cool science kit where he could build his own radio, a cookbook, the Lord of the Rings trilogy on Blu-Ray, and a new bag for his weapons. For Sam, you’d gotten him a new laptop bag, a few books you had seen him eyeing, a new jacket, and a pair of nice headphones. You had literally shopped all year for this. Sometimes you’d order things online, sometimes you’d grab things after a hunt. Either way, you got what you needed. 

Thankfully, wrapping presents gave you a much needed distraction. You’d been pushing everything down since that morning. It was going to catch up to you, and you knew it. Once you’d finished wrapping, you set them all on the table in front of the window. Snapping a picture, you sent it to both of them. Merry Christmas. You sighed, watching the snow fall outside. Slowly, your walls came down, too. Sniffing, you wiped your nose. 

Everything hit you at once. You were feeling insecure for the first time in your entire relationship. Sitting on the floor, your back was against the side of the bed as you cried. You’d be spending the ‘happiest’ time of the year alone, and ringing in the New Year alone for the first time in years.

Dean quickly looked at his phone, hoping you were saying you were on your way home. However, he saw it was a stack of presents and sighed. Even with everything, you’d gone to all that trouble. There was no tell tale signs of where you were. All he knew was that you were somewhere cold. Getting up, he shuffled through the halls to find Sam. “Hey, Sammy?” He asked, leaning his head into his room. 

“You get the same picture?” He asked, glancing at him. 

“Yeah, I did.” He sighed. “Anyway you can track her phone? I want to drive out and surprise her. Get her some stuff along the way, got some stuff in mind, actually.” He admitted. “Please, Sammy?” 

Sam looked unsure. “She made it clear she wants to be alone, Dean.” He pointed out. “What if we get there and she tells us to get the hell out?” It wasn’t like he was saying ‘no’ outright, but he wanted to be sure that Dean thought this through. 

“Okay, I’m sure she wouldn’t tell you to get the hell out.” Dean started. “Just me.” He shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. “And, if she does, then I guess I’d find a nearby motel.” What else could he have done? “I have to at least try.” He added softly. 

“Fine.” He sighed, caving. “You do realize that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, right? And that stores are going to be hell?” He got out of bed. 

He nodded. “She’s worth it. Oh, and find out if the animal shelter is open!” He beamed, glad that Sam agreed. He was honestly hoping having Sam go with him would up his chances of you letting him stay. 

It took a moment for Sam to realize what his brother had said, making him follow him out into the hall. “Animal shelter?!” He furrowed his brows. “What the hell are you getting her?!” He called out, not getting an answer. Now he was very curious.

Your hair was up in a messy bun as you relaxed with the book you had grabbed. You had your feet on the coffee table (that had seen better days), and a cup of cocoa on the end table next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked towards the window when you could have sworn you heard Baby. It seemed to fade after a moment, so you shook your head and went back to the book. Not even two minutes later, however, it was louder. “What the hell?” You muttered, putting in a piece of paper as a bookmark and getting up. Your eyebrows went up when you saw the Impala parking in front of the cabin. Moving to the door, you shivered as you opened it. The snow was coming down harder now, making the boys a tad hard to see as they got out of the beautiful black car. 

They both rushed towards the door, arms full. You stepped aside to let them in. Hearing a small bark, you stared at Dean. He gave you a bashful smile as he set some things down and uncovered the small dog in his other arm. “Merry Christmas.” He said lovingly. “You’ve been wanting a dog. So, I got you a dog.” His heart soared as you took the puppy and instantly melted. “His name is Bailey. That’s the name the shelter gave him.” He reached out to scratch behind his ear. 

“You let a dog in Baby?” You asked, giggling as Bailey licked your cheek. “Just because I wanted one? You always said no ‘dirty’ dogs in Baby, and that you didn’t want a ‘damn dog’.” You teased. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I was hoping this shows how sorry I am.” He shrugged. “I mean, Sammy’s been wanting a dog for years and I’ve never caved for him.” He chuckled. 

Sam shook his head. “I won’t argue. He’s cute.” He motioned to Bailey. “He’s a French Bulldog, and they said they don’t bark excessively.” He watched as you set him down. Instantly he was sniffing around, his entire backside moving as his very small tail ‘wagged’. “We got other presents for you, too.” He motioned to what Dean had set on the bed. 

“I didn’t need anything, guys. I just wanted a nice Christmas with you two.” You pulled them both into a hug. “Please tell me you brought food. I only bought enough for myself.” You laughed. 

“Of course.” Dean nodded, kissing your cheek. “Now, let’s exchange presents!” He beamed, honestly a bit more excited about the entire thing now. 

“Let’s.” You nodded. “I’ve been buying all year for you two.” You admitted with a light blush. “So, I’m hoping you guys like everything.” 

Dean grinned. “I know we will, babe.” 

[parrythisucasual]

What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble. 

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway. 

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!” 

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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MafiaFell Fic - Saint x Reader

For most people, being stuck with the guy you're in love with would be a dream come true, like something from one of those frilly romance novels. For you, however, it was becoming an incredibly frustrating couple of hours. The two of you having to be locked in one of the Family’s safehouses was not part of the initial plan.

Worst of all, it was one of the smaller ones, with a kitchenette and bedroom crammed into one room. There was a small bathroom as well, but neither of you were going to be comfortable sitting in there for an extended period of time. Which meant he was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, not looking at you. It was driving you crazy. 

He was driving you crazy and he had been for weeks now.

Saint was, by all means, not a stupid man. The skeleton monster was quite smart, which made you wonder if he’d realized how you felt about him. You’d been working for the Family for nearly a year now and most of that had been alongside Saint. He’d been the one to train you, even. Falling for him had never been part of the plan, but after you’d started to peek behind the curtains and see what he was really like…

Well, you liked what you saw of him. Under the stoic and quiet demeanor, he was a lot sweeter than anyone would give him credit for. He cared deeply for the others in the Family and every time one of the men under his command was injured, he took it personally. It had taken nearly half a year before he’d opened up, but once he had it was easy to keep moving his walls out of the way. 

You didn’t know it, but that’s exactly why he was avoiding you. He’d never let his walls down like this before and it scared the hell out of him, to care about you the way that he did. Saint knew how harsh this life could be, the toll it took on a person’s soul. He didn’t want that for you, because you were a good person underneath it all, and he knew you deserved better than the life of a thug.

So Saint tried to put a little distance in between himself and you, because falling for you wasn’t something he could allow himself. You deserved better than he could give you, especially because if anyone found out how he felt…

They could use you against him and he didn’t know that he could keep himself from doing something stupid if that happened. No, this was easier. He could make you hate him, it was something he was used to with everyone else, and eventually, he’d get used to it with you. 

He could bear the pain if it meant you were safe.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting across the room and wondering if you did something to make him angry. Just a few weeks ago everything had been fine, but then one day, Saint just started to pull away. It wasn’t all at once or dramatic, but it was noticeable to you. For the first week, you’d hoped it was just that he was stressed about something else, but it kept going and there was more distance between the two of you.

Stars, before all of this you hadn’t realized you could miss someone who was in the same room as you.

You look over at him again, managing to catch Saint when he’s looked over to check on you. He quickly looks away and you decide that you’ve had enough of that.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You asked him, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Three weeks, Saint. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

There’s a moment of silence before he sighs, “I’m not avoiding you. I am simply putting a boundary between us, one that should have stayed in place.”

You flinch a little at that, the words alone hurt, but the tired way he says it only makes it feel worse.

“Well, I’m sorry that my company is suddenly an issue for you.” You snapped at him, turning to face the wall instead, “You're such an ass…”

Saint growled under his breath, more angry at himself than at you, “Oh please, I’ve been nice about this.”

Something in you finally crumbled and you turned around, marching across the room to jab your finger into his chest.

“No, you haven’t been! You’ve been quiet about it, which makes it seem nicer than if you were being an outright jerk.” You chided him, brow furrowed as you continue to jam your finger against his sternum, “But nothing about pushing me away suddenly and without explanation is fucking nice!”

He couldn’t meet your gaze, his eyes looking down at the floor instead, which only made your frustration greater. You cared about him, so much more than you’d ever expected to and he couldn’t at least tell you that he didn’t care about you.

“So yeah, you have been avoiding me.” You added, letting your hand fall to your side, “And I still don’t understand why.”

Saint growled again, hands balling into fists as he struggled with the emotions that were welling up inside him. It felt like his ribcage would explode if he didn’t let them out, but he was scared.

Scared of rejection. Scared of losing you.

You were about to tear into him again when he finally looked up and you snapped your mouth shut. Your heartbeat felt so loud in the split second before he opened his mouth to speak, you felt like it would pop out of your chest.

“You’re right.” Saint said quietly, still not quite able to look you in the eyes, “I have been avoiding you, but not because… it’s not anything you did. I promise.”

You blinked and let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, “Then tell me why. Explain it to me, because I don’t want to sit here thinking you hate me. I can’t bear it…”

Stars, you were going to be the death of him, he knew that much. He didn’t mind it though, not if it was you.

“It’s because I’m pretty sure that I’ve fallen for you and that terrifies me.” He admitted, cheekbones turning red, “I’ve never cared for someone like this and I’m scared of what that means.”

It felt like everything stopped for you in that moment and then you were reaching out for him, cradling his face in both of your hands. His eye sockets went wide with surprise before he made a soft noise and leaned into your touch.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him fondly, pulling him closer so you could press your foreheads together, “Or maybe I’m an idiot, too. Getting so close to someone I work with.”

Saint was quiet for a moment and then he laughed softly, reaching up to hold your face as well. He smiled at you and it made your heart skip a beat, he looked softer when he was like this. You had missed that over the last few weeks.

“I don’t think you’re an idiot.” He said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “And I think… that if we do this together, maybe it won’t be so scary.”

You laughed a little at that, “Yeah, things tend to be less scary when you’re doing them with someone else. Especially if you care about them.”

The two of you stood there for a few more moments before he cleared his throat, giving you another soft smile.

“We should really get some rest.” Saint said, caressing your cheek one more time before letting go, “I’ll make something to eat afterwards and check back in with my brother to see if we’re good to move from here.”

You nodded, a little sad at the loss of his touch, “Right, we’ve only been here to hide from people looking to kill us.” 

He snorted and you chuckled a little, because the situation itself wasn’t funny, but hey, all you could do was make the best of it. Besides, you’d finally gotten to talk to him because of it and that was better than you could have expected. You could rest easier knowing that he didn’t hate you and the rest you could sort out properly later.

-J

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Inspired by the prompt Love is an endless act of forgiveness by (Beyoncé, Peter Ustinov &) sidekick-hero for @steddielovemonth

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Forgiveness

wc: 1901 | rated: t | cw: vague mention of drinking problem, dealing with undefined trauma | tags: hurt/comfort, heartbreak, drifting apart, supportive Wayne Munson, Steve and Eddie are fighting, love confessions, happy ending

  “Do you really think you can just waltz back into our lives after what you did?!” Steve can’t believe it, is too baffled by the sheer boldness of the man standing at his door.

He wants to strangle him, wants to wrap his hands around Eddie’s neck and shake him until his head falls off. Steve is fucking angry and Eddie acts like that makes him the villain. Like it’s all his fault.

Two years.

It’s been two fucking years.

What else is Steve supposed to feel but burning rage and the need to slam the door right into Eddie’s face?

He can’t do this. Not after everything he’s been through.

For two whole years he hasn’t seen or heard of Eddie. And after all this time, he now has the audacity to just show up at his doorstep? Saying ‘Hey, Steve, long time no see’ so casually as if they were still friends. Acting like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t just leave without saying goodbye, without telling anyone where he was going.

Not even his uncle knew.

They had been worried sick, thought something had happened to him until three days after his disappearance Wayne finally got a phone call.

No contacts, no location, just a sorry ass ‘I’m fine’ was all he got.

Wayne never really let it show but Steve could tell how much it broke his heart.

Wayne didn’t deserve that.

Neither did Steve.

Or maybe he did, back then.

Because Steve knew Eddie had problems. But he was never adamant enough, always gave in too quickly when Eddie refused to talk about it. Always let it go too easily, let Eddie play it down each time Steve mentioned the dark circles under his eyes or commented on his drinking habits. Steve knew Eddie wasn’t doing well but he hoped things would eventually get better. Thought that if he’d just be there, subtly offering his help, Eddie would maybe come around.

But things only got worse.

Until Eddie just... snapped and ran away.

And for months Steve tried to understand where things had gone wrong. Blamed himself for not doing more, for not doing everything in his power to help. For not being enough of a friend despite wanting to be so much more than that.

It took him more than a year to finally forgive himself for it. Took a lot of conciliation from Wayne to accept the painful truth – ‘He would have run anyway.’

Wayne said it so matter-of-factly, reassured Steve over and over and over again that he couldn’t have done anything to prevent Eddie from leaving.

And shit did that hurt in more ways than one.

Still, despite his understanding for Eddie’s behaviour, Wayne never gave up on trying to find his nephew, found out an address (it’s unofficial but Steve’s sure that Hopper helped with that) a year and a half after Eddie’s disappearance. He got in contact with him, relieved to know that he’s safe and alive.

He told Steve about it, didn’t tell him where he was because he’d promised Eddie he wouldn’t. Told Steve it’s for the best because he would just try and reach out to him or to show up at Eddie’s place, maybe scare him away and make him leave for good this time.

    “Better to know he’s safe than not knowing where he is at all, right?”

It wasn’t enough for Steve. It could never have been enough.

And Wayne knew.

Steve and Wayne had become quite close over time. It started with Steve just checking on him, just wanting to see how he was holding up.

Maybe it was a little selfish and invasive to just randomly pop up at someone’s door who had to deal with the grief of losing the boy he’d raised as his own. But Wayne didn’t seem to mind, welcomed Steve in his home with a friendly smile each time he knocked on his door.

Steve found comfort in Wayne’s presence – talking to him about mundane things like Sports and work, just hanging out at the trailer.

Talking about Eddie was always painful for both of them, though. For different reasons.

For Wayne it was the feeling of having failed Eddie. Of not giving him enough of a support system to deal with his trauma and find healthier ways to cope. For being at work all the time, never home enough to have an eye on him. Never there when Eddie needed him most.

    “That’s bullshit, Wayne. You did the best you could.”

    “Guess sometimes the best isn’t enough, huh?”

They both had that feeling of guilt, that nagging voice in the back of their minds telling them they should’ve done better.

But to Steve there was more.

Because not only did he lose his friend; the day Eddie decided to pack his bag and leave was the day he also took Steve’s heart with him.

Wayne had been the first person Steve came out to. Even before he confessed his feelings for Eddie to Robin.

It was an accident, really.

The two men were sitting on the front steps of the trailer, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. With his tongue loosened from the alcohol, Steve went on a rant about how angry he was at Eddie’s selfish behaviour. And Wayne just looked at him, a sad smile on his lips.

    “Eddie’s just- he’s always been a troubled kid. Has been through so much, worries too much. He struggles a lot. But I know he’ll come back. As long as you’re here he’ll come back. I know he loves you.”

It felt like a knife to the heart. Hearing Wayne say these words like they were easy, like they didn’t pull Steve’s legs from underneath him. Like they didn’t flip his world on its axis and made everything suddenly seem so clear.

    “If he loves me, why did he leave? Why did he leave me, Wayne?”

Steve broke down in the older man’s arms, violently sobbing as the knot tightened around his heart finally burst and made way for a flood wave of emotions he couldn’t deal with.

Wayne was there to catch him, held him through the worst of his breakdown, told him to never give up hope.

    “Just tell me where he is. I want to bring him back. I want him back, Wayne!”

But of course, Wayne wouldn’t betray his nephew’s trust. Stood by his word to not give away his whereabouts.

So Steve started writing letters instead, begged Wayne to send them to Eddie.

He never got a letter back.

It’s been two years, and Eddie is now standing before him like a ghost from the past. Like the fucking nightmare that wouldn’t leave him alone.

   “How dare you, Eddie! How dare you show your face here like I didn’t try to reach you over and over again. You never wrote back. Not once. And I know you got my letters. I know Wayne sent them to you.”

   “I never opened them.”

    What?

   “I couldn’t. Steve, I- I was in a bad place. I was fucked up. I had to go, I had to deal with this mess my own way, on my own terms. I knew you and Wayne would’ve tried to help but I didn’t want your help!”

Steve can see Eddie’s lips move but the words don’t make it to his ears. His brain is too caught up on the part where Eddie just told him he didn’t even open his letters. He didn’t read them. He doesn’t even-

   “Steve? Are you listening to me? Please, if you’d just let me explain. I-“

   “You don’t even know, do you?”

   “Don’t know what?” Eddie looks at him confused.

Looks at him with glassy eyes and-

    Oh god, those eyes.

They’ve haunted Steve’s dreams for more than two years now. Two years of waiting for him to come back. Two years of hoping, trying to believe in Wayne’s words – ‘As long as you’re here, he’ll come back.’

Steve waited, and hoped, and cried, and begged the stars to send him a sign that it’s worth it.

And now, Eddie is standing before him like he never left. Reopening wounds that haven’t even fully healed yet.

It’s been two fucking years and Eddie-

   “You don’t know!” Steve giggles hysterically, feels like he’s going insane.

He can’t stop laughing, he can’t breathe.

Eddie doesn’t know and Steve has hoped in vain.

   “Steve, please. You need to calm down. You’re shaking. What’s going on?”

Steve can feel Eddie’s hand on his shoulder, wants to push him away, wants to yell at him, scream-

   “I love you, you fucking idiot!”

Eddie pulls away, steps back as if Steve just hit him. And maybe he has, maybe the weight of his confession hit him so hard it hurts.

Steve hopes it does.

He deserves it.

   “I love you, Eddie. And you just left me. Couldn’t even be bothered to open my fucking letters. It’s been two years and I still fucking love you and it’s not fair!”

Eddie’s expression turns from shocked to fond, then angry.

   “Nothing is fucking fair in this world!”

Eddie steps closer, hands balled to fists at his sides.

   “And those letters? They wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Steve can feels tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. How much more does his heart have to take? This is already too much. He doesn’t need to hear Eddie tell him all this, doesn’t need him to pour salt into the wound. Steve needs to leave, he needs to-

   “Because I was a coward.”

    What?

   “I didn’t want to leave but I was so fucked up back then. Even if- even if I had known, I would’ve just messed it all up. But I’m better now. Things are better now and I will fight for you, Steve”

Eddie is too close now, standing right before him with his hands now held up in defeat.

   “I’m back and I won’t go anywhere. I will do whatever I can to make things right. I am sorry for hurting you.”

Trembling fingers reach out for Steve and to his surprise, Steve doesn’t find it in him to fight them off, lets Eddie take hold of his hands.

   “I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner that I love you.”

They’re both crying now.

   “I should’ve fought harder, Eddie. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help.”

Eddie lets go of Steve’s hands, wraps his arms around his middle instead.

   “No. No, baby. None of this is your fault. This is all on me. And I know I can’t ask you for forgiveness but I promise I’ll do everything to-“

   “Just shut up and kiss me already!”

Steve feels like the world stops spinning when Eddie’s lips crash on his. And suddenly, everything feels right again.

It doesn’t magically change the past, doesn’t wipe out all the worries, the tears, the pain, and the anger. It’ll still take time to heal. To build trust and start all over again. To forgive themselves and each other.

But as long as there is love, there is something worth fighting for.

As long as there is love, there is hope.

And in this moment, holding Eddie in his arms and feeling the soft press of his lips on his own, Steve knows they’ll make it.

[iamnotclumsy]

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

William Afton x fem Reader

(Based on Bride of Chucky)

(Part 2)

……….

You walk over to the door and open it. “Hey babe” ugh… it’s your boyfriend Merrick. He was a sweet guy, really! He tried. But it also felt like he just wanted to get into your pants sometimes. Plus you just didn’t feel much for him. “Oh hey” you reply, he comes in. “I got you something~” *your face turns into a light smile. “Oh really? What is it?” He hands you a box. “Open it.” You open the box and see a nice blue laced lingerie set . Your smile lessens a bit. “Well, what do you think?” Merrick asks “I like it.. thanks..” “oh come on. You don’t seem like you do” you close the box back up “no I really do like it…it’s just…I don’t know” Merrick seems a bit disappointed. “Well my bad y/n, but it seems like no matter what I get you you’re not happy…” “it’s not that I don’t appreciate the gifts it’s just that I feel like you don’t get me sometimes!”

You storm off into the living room. But then freeze in place. You look over and see that the rabbit man is gone.

A slight grin creeps on your face as a rush of excitement comes over you

“Hey Merrick?” You ask “yeah?” He says. “I’m really sorry. I don’t want to argue…let’s just hang out tonight, okay?” A smile spreads across Merricks face “sounds good to me!”

You both head upstairs to your bedroom. You take a seat on your chair by your desk as Merrick hops onto your bed. “Hey y/n? How long have we been going out now?” You look at him. “I don’t know. Couple of months. Why?”Merrick sits on his knees as he takes his shirt off. “Well I’m just saying that we’ve been together for…a decent amount of time. And I think that we have a real connection. Don’t you think that you’ve kept me waiting long enough?” “No.” You say sharply. Merrick rolls his eyes before trying to lay down seductively. “Oh come on y/n. Y’know you wanna. Some people say that an orgasm is like a little death…why don’t we die a little?~”

Your bedroom light flickers before coming back on. You let out a yelp. As the rabbit appears in the chair next to you. Merrick walks over to it. “Oh my god. Is that?…you didn’t y/n, really? I know you’re like obsessed with that bunny robot but really? You got the real spring Bonnie?”you sigh. “I’m not obsessed I just think he’s cool.” “He’s creepy” “well it’s been awhile so obviously he looks a little different!” Merrick starts chuckling to himself “what are you even going to do with that thing?” An idea sparks in your head. “Well…I thought he’d make an interesting toy~” merricks face widens and he blushes “okay.”

You now have Merrick handcuffed to your bed. And you’re wearing the blue lace he bought you. “Damn this is sexy~” Merrick mutters out “oh you’re not the only one who thinks so~” you say as you grab the animatronic and place him next to merrick on the bed. You lean closer to Merricks face. “Now you watch me.” You then look at William. “Both of you.” You proceed to put on a little sexy dance. “Y’know Merrick, there was something that I never told you about spring Bonnie…” Merrick makes a confused expression. “Don’t tell me springy over here wets the bed.” “I wouldn’t talk about him like that. But no, I used to date the guy who wore the suit. That was before he died in a spring lock failure.” You put your heels on top of a chair to show your ass off. “But boy did he ever get jealous. If anyone even looked at me, William would take care of them….and god, was he an incredible lover. He was the best I ever had.” Merrick smiles at you. “Come on babe. He could never take care of you like I could. Plus seeing how old this thing looks he probably has a micro penis from half his dick falling off!” All the sudden the spring Bonnie animatronic head turns to look at Merrick, and says: “it’s not the size that counts, asshole. It’s what you do with it.”

Merrick gasps in shock. But before he could say anything William rips his nose ring out. He screams as blood spills from his nose. William lets out a few laughs before grabbing a pillow and stuffing it on his head. While Merrick is dying, William looks over to you. “Hey.” You stand there a little stunned before awkwardly waving back. “Hey.” Merrick finally stops struggling and dies. “So…it’s been awhile” William starts. “Yeah…I’ve missed you” while it’s a little hard to tell with him being an animatronic so he’s kinda limited when it comes to facial expressions, he seems to smile. He puts his arms out signaling you to come give him a hug. You can’t help but grin and excitedly rush to him and wrap your arms around him.

You both walk downstairs in the kitchen. “You still look as beautiful as ever. I’ll admit, after you found out about the shit I did and all that. I kinda thought you would go insane and really let yourself go. But I was wrong. In fact you seem to be doing just fine” you fiddle with your fingers a bit with a hint of blush to your cheeks “what were you doing with that prick anyway?” William asks. “Well it’s been a few years will. You can’t expect me to just stay single forever, I mean I tried finding you but there was always the chance that I never would be able to. Besides, I was never really with him. Y’know me, I’ll give anyone a chance but I’ll only sleep with someone I love.” You reach for William’s mechanical hand. “Oh by the way, I still have the ring!”

The rabbit makes a confused expression. “What ring?”

……….

[jerzwriter]

Just a Kiss

Book:                   Wake the Dead (prequel)

Pairing:                Troy Hassan, F!MC (Zoe Rivera)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff - First Kiss

Summary:   When Zoe is worried, she knows who to call for assistance. But how will troy handle her request?

Words: 1024

A/N: I decided to try @creativepromptsforwriting 30-Day Writing Challenge, and I promised myself I'd keep each entry under 600 words. Well, fail. lol I'll try again tomorrow :) Also participating in @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 24 Friends

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Troy belongs to Pixelberry Studios, Zoe is kind of mine.

It was already nine o’clock, an hour after The Tower’s curfew, when Troy entered the cafeteria with his signature grin and swagger. Effervescent and bright, one would never know he was breaking a half-dozen rules that could land him sewage duty… or far worse.  

Across the room, his best friend Zoe was a portrait of contrast. Glum and worried, she barely cracked a smile when he glanced her way. He shimmied along the edge of the wall, the one place surveillance cameras couldn’t reach, then tossed an apple her way as he approached her. Finally! A smile. After all,  apples were a rare treat.

“How’d you score this?” she asked. 

Grabbing her nose between his fingers, he smirked. “A gentleman never gives up his sources.”

A thunderous snort escaped from her nose, and even the unflappable Troy’s eyes filled with fear as it echoed through the cavernous room.

“Shhhh! You’re the one who's going to get us caught!”

“Oh, where’s all that bravado now, Mr. Hassan? I’m sorry, it was just the mention of you and gentleman in the same sentence….”

“Hey! I can be gentle… and I’m a man… so I qualify.”

Zoe raised a brow. “Your source wouldn’t be Leah, would it?”  She asked, biting into the juicy apple. “I’m sure cozying up to one of the commander’s daughters has its benefits.”

“I’m not cozying up to her…” he started, but when their eyes met, he gave in. He could lie to her, not even as kids. “OK, so there’s some cozying. But you’re benefiting from my sacrifice,” he laughed, watching her devour the delicious fruit. “So I guess it all works out.”

“Right…That’s why you’re cozying up to her,” Zoe laughed.

��OK, enough about me,” he diverted. “What’s got you so down?”

“I’m not down,” she shrugged.

“Zo, try that with someone else. But can’t fool your best friend of twelve years.”

“Who says you’re my best friend,” she teased. Quickly surrendering, she bumped her shoulder against his. “OK, you are!”

“So, what’s going on?”

 “I’m not down… I’m scared.”

“You don’t scare easily.”

“I do when Zaid asks me out. We have a date next week.”

“Nice! Zoe, you’re sixteen, you’ve been crushing on him for a year… I say this is long overdue.”

“Well, that’s kind of the problem.”

“You’re losing me, Zo.”

“Everyone has dated except me… I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“Just go with it,” he assured. “You’re a quick learner. You’ll be fine.”

She sighed, falling back against the wall. “And what if… what if he wants to kiss me.”

“Then kiss him.”

“But, I’ve never kissed anyone before….”

“Ohhhh. I see. Don’t worry, it’s easy. Just do what comes naturally. You can’t screw it up.”

“You’re full of shit! How many hours have I spent listening to you bitching about how poorly half the girls in the colony kiss! I don’t want Zaid telling someone that about me!”

“I need to stop being so honest,” he grimaced. “But I think you’ll nail it.”

“Oh, I will. Because you’re going to help me practice!”

She stifled a chuckle when he turned, his face ashen and his eyes wide with shock.

“Did I manage to render the great Troy Hassan speechless?”

“It’s just… just… us? Kiss?” 

“Don’t get all excited. I’m just using you as a test dummy. Plus, if I’m to believe all the rumors, you’re pretty good at it.”

“Well…” he snickered. “If we’re being honest….”

“Then, kiss me? Come on, Troy! I just don’t want to make an ass out of myself.”

“Zoe…” he stuttered. “It’s just… awkward.”

She defiantly folded her arms in front of her chest as she defended her stance.

“Troy! I’m probably the only person in the colony you haven’t kissed… what’s one more.”

“But what if….”

Resting her chin on her hand, she sneered. “Don’t worry, Troy, it’s not going to make me fall madly in love with you.”

“HA! I wouldn’t count on that!” He laughed. “OK, come here.”

Zoe scooted over and sat, legs crisscrossed, on the floor in front of him. They stared at each other anxiously for what probably amounted to seconds, but the unusual discomfort between them made it feel much longer.  Zoe’s desire for that awkwardness to end finally propelled her forward. Her lips puckered, she placed a gentle peck on his mouth.

With their eyes still open, they stared at each other, unsure what to do, when Troy slipped his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a tender kiss. Her heart was racing when her lips parted, and she felt his tongue against hers.  After a moment, Troy deepened the kiss ever so slightly as she let out a tiny whimper.   She put her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed away, placing one more kiss on the corner of his mouth before she sat up.

“So, that’s what everyone makes such a fuss over?” She blushed.  

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbled. “That’s it.”

“I have to admit, it was kind of nice. Was I any good? Would you know I was a beginner?”

Troy chuckled as his head tilted to the side. “You were great.  I told you you’d be a natural.”

“Oh, Yey!!!” She squealed, clapping her hands lightly.

Then she caught a glimpse of the clock.  “Oh, shit! It’s almost 9:30.  I promised Ana I’d be back by 9:30 sharp! She’s going to kill me!”

“Then you better go, but Zo… please don’t tell her.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? She’d literally kill you!”

Zoe bolted toward the door, moving as quickly as possible without being detected, but she stopped just before exiting.

“Troy?” She said, looking over her shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.  I’m kind of glad you were my first kiss.”

With his mind in a bit of a fog, “Uh, anytime,” was all he could muster.

With one last bright smile, Zoe was gone, and Troy slumped against the wall.  She was right; he had kissed many before her, but this was the first time he kissed his best friend, and while Zoe traipsed happily back to her room, Troy stood up more baffled than ever before.

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[starified-lizzy]

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

Some notes: Blue= BF, Sophie= GF, Navy= BB

Feedback is appreciated!

It was a nice night out. Warm, with a nice breeze, stars twinkling bright in the sky with a crescent moon a sliver of white in the darkening sky.

Tonight was prom. A huge day for the seniors. A time to dance with one’s friends and/or partners, or just go completely apeshit and get pregnant in the bathroom stalls. Blue would rather go on living without hearing or seeing that.

Unfortunately… his mother thought going without either a friend or a date would be a good idea. Normally- he probably would have a date if they hadn’t moved from Philly in Middle School.

……

He’d rather not think about his middle school years.

His mother pushed his hair back again, lightly hairspraying it to keep it in place, as the lights from the bathroom’s ceiling made him feel like he was being interrogated. Instinctively, Blue reached up to mess it up again, hating having his bangs pushed away, but his mother just lightly smacked his hand away, tutting.

“We’ve gotta be formal, hun.”

“Mom- I don’t even want to go.” Blue whined, letting his mother fuss over him. She lightly patted some loose strands of his cyan hair into place, adding a bit more spray.

“I know sweetie, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I don’t want you to miss out like Navy did.” She said.

“Navy only skipped it because half the women there hated him, and he didn’t want to deal with it.” He pouted, vividly remembering his brother’s whole panic attack about it.

“I know, and I get that. You haven’t even tried talking to anyone there enough to even know if they like you or not. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find yourself another man~.” She teased, picking up the black bowtie from the counter.

“M O M …” Blue hissed, immediately getting red.

She laughed politely, “Sorry, sweetie, but I think it’s adorable. You don’t let others get in between you and the people you care for.”

“Yeah well- the last guy I was with… he isn’t a fan of me anymore…”

His mother fell silent. “I know you don’t want to tell me, and I understand, I just wish I knew what happened between you two?”

“Moving away is what happened.” He replied bitterly, feeling guilty for being rude about it. His mother just wanted what was best for her sons, and Philly had started to become a shithole after-

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the smell of smoke and the sound of a building collapsing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, Blue, but I didn’t want you to grow up in a crime-ridden area.” She said softly, sitting down on the toilet lid besides Blue, beckoning him to face her so she could put the bowtie on.

“I know…”

She put the bowtie clip on, flattening any wrinkles in his white button-up she saw before standing with a sigh. “You’re all set. My baby boy… all grown up.”

Blue couldn’t help the small grin that crossed his face for a moment.

“Let me see that beautiful smile.” She asked, tilting her head slightly, her royal blue hair momentarily falling into her face.

Blue gave her just that, showing off his grin that his mother loved.

“There we are. Make sure you text your brother and I how it goes.” She said, ushering him out of the bathroom and into the landing, getting her purse and keys.

“You don’t have to drive me, mom. I have a license…” he insisted, his face getting red with embarrassment.

“I know, but I want to! This is the last time I can do something for my baby boy before he officially becomes an adult!” She said.

He hesitated… pursing his lips as he fought with himself over this. “Fine. So long as you don’t like- lean halfway out of the car and yell at me… or honk your horn.”

She snorted. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes. You would. You did it to both me and Navy when you made us go to Homecoming.” He replied flatly.

“Ah… right…”

Blue huffed amusedly, turning to leave with his mother trailing behind, far more excited about this than he was.

~

He stood on the steps of the school’s entrance.

His mother had given him a pep talk, giving him tips on how to either convince a woman OR man to dance.

Like hell he’s going to actually ask someone to dance.

Others with dates, or just friends, walked past him into the school, paying him no mind. They all looked excited for this, like this is something they wanted to do.

Why can’t he be like that?

He shook his head slightly. Taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves, he walked in.

Inside, the lights were down, replaced with slowly shifting lights as slow-music played. Couples were already dancing, holding each other close as their hips swayed to the music. Others who just came with friends were just chilling by the pillars, chatting away with drinks and other snacks in their hands.

Awkwardly, Blue moved to lean against a pillar, crossing his arms as he watched the couples on the dance floors have fun. He momentarily wondered how prom would’ve gone if he was still with his ex, but he shook it away.

He scanned the individuals hanging out around the sides, trying to see if there was anyone he had ever even talked to here he could hopefully hang with. His gaze landed on a girl standing by herself.

She had brown hair done neatly into a bun, with short, curled strands hanging strategically in front of her ears. Small sparkling golden hooped earrings were hooked in her ears, and a small golden necklace with a little flower pendant on it draped around her neck. Her red dress was sleeveless, with two straps wrapped around her neck to hold it up.

No one stood by her. No one talked to her.

He glanced away when she looked up, cursing to himself for looking at her like that. She looked lonely, like she also had no friends, but he doubted that someone like that could have no friends. He cursed himself once again, before pushing off the pillar, moving to where he last saw her.

She was still there, staring out into the mass of slow-dancers with an expression of longing. Blue wrung his hands together as they got sweaty.

Is he really going to do this?

He watched as she sighed, looking away.

Yeah… he is.

He approached from the side so she could see him, which she did, studying him confusedly. Her eyes were a warm chocolate brown and glistened with the lights.

“Hi, Uhm… I saw you standing by yourself… and I just… I wanted to ask if you were okay?” He stammered, hands continuously wringing together to keep himself from full-on panicking.

“Oh… yeah, I mean… I don’t really have anyone to dance with… nor did I really want to come here, but my dad made me.” She explained, before taking on a slightly annoyed tone, “Which I don’t get when he knows damn well I don’t have anyone to dance with.”

Blue hesitated, unsure of how to continue the conversation he started. “I don’t have anyone to dance with either, nor do I want to be here too. My mom made me go, saying it’s a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.” He quoted, throwing up the air-quotes.

“You too? I just don’t get the hype. Like- sure, having a partner would make this experience more enjoyable, but at the same time- it’s just… the amount of people here is overwhelming. I feel so bad for people who have sensory issues who’s parents made them go.” She ranted, ending with a sigh.

“Old people are weird.” Blue agreed with awkwardly.

They sat in silence for bit, watching the dancing continue.

“Say, what’s your name? I can’t imagine a cutie like you not having a date for prom.”

Blue flushed, stammering over himself and wringing his hands together nervously, “O-oh! U-uhm… my n-name is B-B-Blue.”

“Blue? That’s such a cute name. My name’s Sophia. You can call me Sophie.” She said, smiling at him. She reached her hands out, gently taking his and holding them. “Say, how’s a dance sound?”

Blue could only nod, trying not to smile like an utter dork.

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He laughed as Sophie messed his hair up, ducking away and batting her hands away.

“Your hair is so fluffy! And are you serious that it’s naturally this color?” She asked, keeping her hands to herself after another swat from the shorter.

“Yeah! Both mine and my brother’s. My mom’s hair is naturally a royal blue.” He explained, a permanent grin plastered on his face.

“Nahhh- ain’t no way. I’d have to see it to believe it.” She said.

“Well- if my mom shows up before your dad does, maybe you can see her hair. My brother is in Philly right now, he lives there.” Blue explained.

“Wait, you have family in Philly too?” Sophie asked, eyes bright.

“Oh- yeah! In the shitty bit, but yeah.”

Sophie ‘ah’ed, looking towards the ground. “My mom’s currently in Philly too. Not there, specifically, but nearby. She’s doing a show there.”

Blue looked at her confusedly. “A show?”

“Yeah, my Mom’s actually a pretty big pop star… Mearest?”

Blue’s jaw dropped. “YOUR MOTHER IS-“

She covered his mouth mid-shock, shushing him. “Yes! Now please don’t let the whole school know!” She begged.

Blue nodded. “Your mother is the pop star Mearest?! The Mearest?!” He asked in a hiss after she removed her hands.

“Yeah… my dad’s Dearest, the retired rapper.”

Blue’s jaw fell open.

“Everyone says how lucky I am to have literal stars as parents…. But it’s not all glory and money and fame all the time…”

Blue tilted his head. “What do you mean..?”

Sophie glanced at him. Her eyes holding a secret that she desperately wanted to tell.

“My parents are…. I am-“

A loud honk startled them, interrupting Sophie.

“Shit… my dad’s here. I have to go now.” She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss to his cheek. “Tonight was very lovely, thank you.”

Blue watched in a flustered daze as she hurried to the literal fucking limo waiting for her. She turned and waved to him.

He waved back.

Something something something, the intro to my huge ass au.

I really want to make this au a comic, but I don’t know where to STAAARRRRRRT-

I’ve never actually posted a chapter straight to Tumblr before, so this is a first.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

[gaybd1]

“Hey, why are you walking like that?” - the first time Zuko notices Sokka's leg injury never fully healed?

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"Hey, why are you walking like that?"

Sokka froze, almost out the door on the way to a council meeting. He’d been walking carefully around Zuko all day, trying to hide his limp from the firebender, trying not to let it become a Thing…

"Like what?" he tried to keep his voice casual, but it squeaked a little at the end, like it always did when he was caught in a lie.

Sighing, he dropped down into one of the chairs in their chambers’ sitting room. It looked like they were doing this- the meeting could wait.

"Don't do that. You're hurt." Zuko sat opposite him, arms crossed as he studied Sokka’s face looking for any sign of injury.

As much as Zuko hated being babied about his own injuries, he had no problem poking, prodding, and nagging at Sokka whenever he had the smallest scrape.

And his bedside manner was terrible.

"I promise, I'm not-" Sokka’s protests were cut off as Zuko knelt down in front of him, yanking down Sokka’s pants to get a better view of his legs. “Spirits! Do you mind?”

"Stop being a baby and let… me… see-" the firebender had to yank at the pants, as Sokka was not making it easy to get them off. When they finally budged, they came down in one motion and sent Zuko falling back onto his backside. Sokka snorted.

Zuko’s brow furrowed as he got a good look at Sokk’s legs. "…You're not hurt."

"No, I'm not." Sokka crossed his arms, more than a little annoyed but happy to say ‘I told you so.’

Zuko frowned and absently traced the scar under Sokka’s left knee. Sokka hissed at the contact and Zuko smirked up at him in triumph before turning a concerned gaze back to the knee.

"So it's... How long has this been going on?"

"What? I said-"

"Cut the bullshit, Sokka,” Zuko was using his Fire Lord voice now, and Sokka couldn’t help but to flush at the tone. “You're not okay if you're limping. Let me help you."

"You can't help me,” Sokka replied quietly, “Katara can't even help me, she’s tried. It's just one of those things...."

Zuko let Sokka’s voice trail off, sitting back in the opposite chair and throwing Sokka’s pants back in his lap. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and met Sokka’s gaze directly.

“You don’t think I can fix it so you didn’t even want to tell me about it. Sokka. That’s so… stupid.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Sokka mumbled back, taking the opportunity to break the eye contact and carefully wiggle his pants back on.

“You’re an ass.”

Sokka stopped, one leg in, one leg out, and looked back up at Zuko. Why was he so mad? True, Sokka hadn’t told him about his chronic pain, but Zuko had more important things to worry about. Like running a country. Still…

“I’m sorry,” he finally croaked, “I know I shouldn’t keep things from you…”

Zuko groaned in frustration.

“You don’t get it. I’m not mad you didn’t tell me, I’m mad you didn’t think it mattered enough to tell me! When I’m having a bad day with my heart, do you think I tell you because I think you have some magical cure for me? No! I want you to be there for me, and I want you to let me be there for you!”

Oh.

Sokka suddenly and deeply did indeed feel like an ass.

Especially since he was still only half-wearing pants.

He quietly finished dressing and crossed the room to Zuko, swatting his hands off his knees to make space to sit in his lap.

Sokka settled in and wrapped his arms around Zuko’s neck. The tension in the other man’s body eased, but he still wouldn’t look at Sokka.

Sokka craned his neck so that their eyes met as he pressed their foreheads together.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m just so used to… I was always the oldest, you know? I couldn’t worry anyone else with my problems and sometimes I forget that you… Well, that we love each other and are here to support each other. I’ll tell you from now on when I’m having a bad day with my leg, okay?”

Zuko smiled and reached up for one of Sokka’s hands, bringing it to his lips.

“Okay.”

[andvys]

Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’ 

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers. 

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

[sadboyythoughts]

It’s not your job?

Whoever said it was your job?

Being respectful of my relationship? How is that being respectful? Tell me that, you said you were gonna leave so you can focus on your partner which is definitely understandable but you said you were going and that should help my relationship? Time after time I defended our relationship to people.

When do you ever jump through hoops to be in my life? Never. You came and went. When ever you wanted and I let you back in EVERY SINGLE TIME. That’s on my that’s my bad. Yes you emailed me, but it was a half ass email. Nothing about showing you cared about our relationship. So yes I still have you blocked bc you didn’t put in no effort.

I did not throw you out the window. You up and left. Again.

You never “forced” your self in my life. I always working you back in. I always end up falling for you and the fact that I can never end up with you is what hurts every time. But you don’t see that. I also did not put you down constantly. I said everything I had to say to you about how I was feeling. We had conversations about it yes. But I didn’t constantly tell you shit about the past. An yeah you had earned my trust and my love back that I always had for you. I let my walls down for you. You picked who you wanted to be with for the rest of your life and I don’t blame you at all for that bc I can never give you what you need if I was able to maybe you’d be with me but I can’t and there for you’re not. But apparently I’m a dead horse? Sheesh man. Good to know. All I do is take.. good to know.

Never said I was going to blame you for being a Gemini dude. Despite how much I hate Geminis I didn’t hate you I always took you back. ALWAYS.

You mite not remember this but every time you left I always begged you. I always tried to message you. I cried so much over you. So yeah it takes time for someone to trust again. After all you did was take and leave. You made me feel used. This time? I don’t feel used just disappointed. Even if it was a miss communication simply saying you didn’t want me to leave, something in that aspect I wouldn’t of done what I did. But you will never understand that. Bc apparently all I do is take.

I get it. You wanted to leave my life so it wouldn’t hurt you as much. But if the tables where turned you still show no sign of anything.

I’ll always be just some girl you kissed when you a kid.

Now you tell me to forget you? Fine. You’re right what’s the point. We’d never have a future together. I’d never be good enough for you.

You had said nice things before about me. But then you go and say things that you know that will hurt me.

I won’t make you a villain in my story bc there’s no story. We were friends. Nothing came out of it. No story to tell.

I’m sorry for blocking you. I hope you do have a nice wedding and everything. I hope you get through all your hard times. I do wish you the best.

Ps. This hurt me the most I have ever been hurt. An it all has to be silent. Not like I can vent to anyone about it so I’ll just let it slowly kill me.

[bekaroth-reads]

Hey im the one who requested husband wesker but what whould he do if excella was geting angrier and angrier and how wesker is married and trys to do something to the reader but wesker find out. Sorry if im asking to much but thank you and i hope your doing well.

[Hey! couple of things for this one. Firstly and most important: thank you so much for the ask and I’m so sorry that it took so long. Secondly, I need to clarify that I don’t think that everyone that gets work done on their body is evil or something. Also that I think the model for Excella is very beautiful. I was just going for that feeling when you’re mad at someone and you start picking at everything, and it made the first part of the fic sounds kinda mean :p]

There was something to be said about having your husband working the way that he did. As you could imagine, having the love of your life suddenly decide that he was going to take over the world by means of bio-hazardous and ethically dubious methods can put quite the strain on your marriage. On top of that, he seemed to be working with a woman that looked like she just walked out of a sex doll factory. Usually, you wouldn’t be inclined to say something like that about a woman, at least not as an insult, but she seemed to be going for this look for no other reason than to try to manipulate people; and most damning in this case, to try to manipulate your husband. Now, you knew that he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Excella, but you had seen enough of her to know that she was stupid enough to fall for him. Albert might be your husband, but you could admit that he had a way of duping people into thinking that he was into them so he could get them to do things for him.

You had thought, thought, that he was over that sort of thing, seeing as you hadn’t heard any of the hushed whispers you used to hear about him. Come to think about it, that was most likely because you saw hardly anyone, and when you did Albert was with you meaning that no one dared to say anything then. That is, no one but Excella that is. She seemed to think that she could say whatever she wanted, about whomever she wanted, and however she wanted. And, you were the most recent of her victims. It would seem like her plastic surgeon had used hot air instead of silicone in her last boob work; not that she needed more. It was both a good and a bad thing that you were extremely good at blowing people off, because you didn’t give her the reactions that she wanted; but at the same time the more that she was ignored, the more that she tried to get your ire. She definitely had it, but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Really, dear,” Excella always tired to put a friendly spin on all of her insults, “I’m just saying it’s a surprise that such a fashionable man as Albert,” she always used his first name even though she didn’t have permission to, “would leave you to walk around in such a…an outfit.” You went to reply something of a half-assed excuse to her, but stopped when the door opened. It was Albert, not to either of your surprise. And, odd enough with how clingy he has been lately, well, physically clingy and emotionally distant, you were happy to have him in the room for no other reason than at least means to get her to shut up. He quirked a brow when neither of you talked. “Keeping secrets are we?” He prodded as he walked your direction. “Oh, no, simply talking about something you aren’t interested in.” Excella chimed in. Albert simply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door. Excella knew what this meant and left the room briskly.

Albert ran a hand along the side of your neck gently yet possessively. “We’ve talked about this-“

“I know what you’ve said.” you cut him off, not wanting hear his whole spiel about how dangerous things were at the time, especially when you weren’t the one at fault here. “I stayed exactly where you left me. It’s not my fault that your chihuahua left your purse to corner me.” The hand on your neck squeezed slightly and you were warned with a curt, “Watch it.” After a moment of him studying your face, not like he didn’t know you, but rather like he was forgetful of what human emotions looked like, his hold softened. “What has she been doing to you?” Albert asked darkly. Now, you weren’t the most fond of Excella, but you also knew that being on Albert’s bad side was one of the worse curses in the world. You wouldn’t wish it on her for not outgrowing schoolyard antics. “Nothing.” You huffed and leaned back and rested your elbows on the counter behind you.

He leaned with you in kind, and replaced his hands on your neck with his lips. “We both know you’re not telling me everything.”Albert mumbled into your skin before he placed a kiss there. “And, I know that you only get this cozy when you’re trying to get something.” You grumbled back, but didn’t do anything to stop him. There was another, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your neck. “Do I?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to start asking for things more often.” There were a few more kisses before he move up to whisper in your ear, “I do know one thing you don’t.” He nestled his nose at the side of your face, pressed his lips to your jaw, and mischievously hummed, “We have an audience.” He didn’t have to tell you who it was.

Scoffing, you went to push off the counter and away from him, but you were pinned where you were by his body weight alone. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Let her enjoy the show.” Albert laughed, obliviously enjoying the whole situation as his hands moved to your waist. “Albert.” You warned. You might not have had much sway out here, but you still had ways to put the pressure on him while the two of you were in private. “Relax. It isn’t like she’s going to be around to talk.” He purrs and straitens up, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe his glasses from smudging them on your face. While he did he looked at you with uncovered, primal eyes with a sort of hunger shining in them.

“I’ll have you remember that I am very observant. I know how to put two and two together.” You figured he did, at least when he sent Excella out of the room. But, like you said earlier, being on Albert’s bad side wasn’t something you would wish on someone, so you weren’t going to say anything to him. “Jealous are we?” You decided to try to spin it around. He was quick to catch on though, and spun it right back. “Oh, always, but never as much as you.” There was a quick peck to your lips after this to make sure he didn’t sour your mood too greatly. “I had already made up my mind on the matter, but what I just saw solidified it.” His glasses back on, Albert leaned over you once more. He leaned in by your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Sit tight a little bit more. She has run through her usefulness and worse insulted you. The two of us are going to have a… job assessment after i walk out that door. I give her a half hour before-“

Albert cut himself off, leaned back, smirked, and said, “Well, no need to be graphic.” You raised your brows questioningly. “Never something that bothered you before.” He smiled at your remark as he held you chin to be sure that your full attention was on him. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you are sheltered.” He snickered. “And, when was the last time you used that nickname? I thought you were too god-like now to stoop to such child-like ideas.” You poked fun at him and that weird complex he had gotten a few years ago. His response was to hover his lips above yours with the words, “Never for you.” ghosting over them, pulling him in along with them.

You had almost forgotten about the doomed voyeur at the slightly ajar door. There was not a thought, not even a breath left in your system; like he was pulling your whole soul out of your body with the kiss. It sadly didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, and he was stepping back with the intent of stepping away. “Happy anniversary, love.” He hummed and gave you one more chaste kiss before walking toward the door. You were still a bit dazed, so you almost didn’t catch on to what he said. When you did, you were angry; well, a bit more disappointed than angry. “Hey! That’s not until-

“Early.” Albert added with a turn to you to slide his glasses down a bit and give you a wink. You rolled your eyes and he opened the door on an Excella that was trying to act like she wasn’t just hunched over trying to listen in. When he was out the door, she gave you a look like she just won the lottery. If only she knew.

[harveywritings92]

A Tiny problem Bruce Wayne pt. 2

Summary: Y/n is a good friend and secretary to the one and only Bruce Wayne, their relationship for the most part is strictly platonic! Until one night when they decided to relieve some of that pesky sexual tension between and well... Y/n has a tiny problem that she can't tell Bruce about as it appears he's gone back to Selina. 

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Y/n was around 4 months pregnant now, and her belly was getting notably rounder luckily winter was just a round the corner, so no questioned why Y/n was suddenly favoring her more baggier clothes which consisted of sweaters and sweater dresses, that and her desk obscured most of her figure, so everyone could just see her top half, Y/n though she was in the clear, until Bruce's son Damian came to visit his father, who was currently in a meeting.

Believe it or not, Y/n and Damian get along quite well! Mainly because you're not an ass kissing employee whose just playing nice so his father will notice them or another floozy trying mine for information on how to bed his father, Truth be told he wouldn't mind if you and his father got together, you’ve been more of a mother to him than his actual mother.

The sixteen year old had just stepped out of the elevator when he glanced up from his phone briefly, then did a quick double take when he saw you standing on a wheeled office chair searching the small supply closet a few feet from your desk, but that's not what his eyes were fixated on, Oh no. 

They were locked on to your very noticeable pregnant belly!!! "Y/-" Sure enough the chair slipped out from under you, You let out a small squeak waiting for the inevitable pain to come, but were confused why you weren't falling?

You opened your eyes to find a concerned Damian looking down at you and realized the teen had caught you... Your shaking hands instinctively went to you stomach and let out a sigh of relief. "Damian... Thank you." The teen's ears turned red. "Tt, whatever." He huffed before putting you down. "Wait, I need to-" The raven haired boy cut you off. "I'll get It!" he barked while ordering you to sit back down, he was still on edge from the close call and didn’t want to take any chances. "What were you looking for?" Damian asked standing on his toes to see the top shelf.

"Sticky-notes." you answered meekly the teen grunted pulling out a booklet of gold and gray notes and handing them to them to you. Damian frowned he was so confused, how could you be pregnant? He hasn't seen any signs of a man in your life... Except. 

Damian knows you live with your cousin and his boyfriend, maybe you were surrogating for them? the teen was so lost in thought he didn't hear his father come out of the conference room, until he was calling his name.

 "Damian?" The teen blinked and looked over at his father, and immediately Damian's mind went to *why you didn't have anyone assisting you in your condition?* He opened his mouth to berate his father, when he noticed the scared look you were sending him, while lightly shaking your head... Why would you be scared about his father knowing? And like that the pieces came together, Damian looked back at his father with a neutral expression.

"Sorry father, I was thinking to hard."

"So I see, anything important?"

"Yes. Father I'd like to student intern for Wayne Enterprise as L/n's assistant." 

"..."

Bruce gawked at his son stunned while You choked on a big gulp of water and pulled off your best Sheila Broflovski impression. "W-What, what- *wheeze* what?!" you sputtered between coughs, Bruce looked between you and Damian unsure of what to do, You just waved him off and watched Bruce lead Damian to his office so they can discuss this in private. You took this as your chance to go to the restroom to clean up and do your business, when you got back Damian was wiping your desk down, while giving you the 'we're so talking about this!' look and like that you knew you were screwed...

Damian had taken you to lunch as Bruce had another meeting to get to, the teen pretty much knew that you were carrying his half-sibling and demanded you start from the beginning.

You summed it up as best you could while Damian sip his tea, the hooking up with Bruce, and finding out about the baby a month ago. "And I just...So on Tuesday you father has a meeting with Aren Barns, But it'll have to be moved for..." you quickly switched the subject to his internship when the same waitress was conveniently walking by their table for the third time.

Damian played along nodding like he was listening, Yeah, unfortunately this café was notorious for tabloid vultures, which is why you told Damian it was best to pick a spot far from the bar and close to an exit in case someone ambushed them. "Why haven't you told my father about this?" The teen inquired Y/n cocked a brow looked out the window, Damian followed her gaze saw a large LED screen with a picture of Bruce and Selina Kyle making-out at some concert. "Oh...I See." Was all he could say lunch was a little awkward from there.

For the next two months Bruce was baffled by his sons sudden attentiveness towards you and the intern job, if you were tasked with carry heavy supplies Damian would be there, if you needed a drink or snack Damian would get it for you, Even though you told he didn't have to, But he was vey insistent about taking care of you. "Someone has to be..." he'd mutter under his breath Bruce felt that jab was directed at him, which confused him, He didn't know why Damian was suddenly being hostile but shrugged it off to puberty.

A month later Bruce got his answer, the billionaire was invited to a charity ball, He and of course he brought Selina along, they were mingling with the other attendees, when Bruce caught a tuff of y/hc in the crowd, he was sure he saw Y/n standing in a nearby crowd; back facing him, She wearing this lovely fave/color gown Bruce had gotten for her birthday and assumed she was attending with her cousin, and decided to go see her as neither of you  haven't really talked outside of work for the last couple months, and though Bruce won't admit it he misses Y/n. 

You were attending as a favor to a friend since his wife was called out of town and didn't want to go alone, You however weren't expecting Bruce to be at this charity, you hadn't noticed him up behind you. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned greet whoever it was with a costumer service smile, until you locked eyes with the familiar dark blue eyes of Bruce Wayne, that were soon downcast toward your very oblivious pregnant tummy, all at once your mouth went dry as fear gripped your heart, but before you could say anything your friend Dirk and Selina showed up making situation more awkward for the both of you. 

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers and: Arm Wrestling

Rules are simple! You arm wrestle until you admit defeat. Also, no re-do’s.

Want arm wrestle them yourself? Check here!

💪 First of all- Chucky and Tiffany disqualify themselves. Sorry, but they're… you know… a lil diminutive in his preferred state. But that means they get to be the judges! They're short and so can stand on the table and get a good look at things XDD Tiff, give us the details please.

💪 Monty doesn’t really try and basically lets Thomas beat him (Not that he could have beta Thomas in the first place XD ) and then drops out, because he doesn’t wanna go against Hoyt… Can you blame him?? Last time he was on Hoyt’s murder side, he lost both his legs.

💪 Drayton… oh, this whole damn thing is his fault, in the first place XD He bet that Bubba could beat all their asses at arm wrestlin’, and then proceeded to get annoying about it, until Michael and Freddy had enough of it- which, admittedly, didn’t take much doing. He falls out next, though, losing to every single one of his opponents (Jason lays the older man’s hand down gently because he’s his pseudo-brother, Freddy tricks him into screaming at them about something and letting go, Chop natters on in his face until he just let’s go to get way from him before the count down even began, etc) until Luda crushes his knuckles and he’s gotta forfeit XD *Sweatdrop*

💪 Billy... oh, Billy. Come on- pfft, please. I have very little faith; I dunno.

💪 Nubbins is out next, though that really took some doing XD It wasn’t until he drew a straight razor on fucken Michael for not forfeiting if he’s too weak to even move him and Michael snaps it in half with his bare hand. Nubbins would rather record the action, anyway…

💪 Next to bow out (Gracefully, because all she wanted to do really was show she was a force not be fucked with- she couldn’t care less about being the ‘champ’. So she gets out while she’s ahead and unbeaten) is Luda Mae. Momma is strong, guys. She’s a cook, right? A home cook at least, so she’s always lifting heavy skillets and big ol bags of flour, whipping stuff (Especially since she doesn’t have access to an electric mixer!), and kneading dough?? She’s got great forearm strength and absolutely crushes Drayton’s knuckles XD She beats Drayton, obviously (My god, Hoyt and Monty were filled with so much pride XD They were so damn chuckly about it- and honestly Chucky laughed his ass off, too), Chop Top, Billy and Hoyt. Then she got up, and asked if anyone wanted any tea.

💪 Chop Top then got distracted by the tea… XDD He’s surprisingly strong, those wiry arms of his offering tough muscle rather than scrawniness, and he’s too stuck in his own head to care too much about whatever dirty trick the deep-fried Christmas tree thinks to throw at him. He beats Drayton, Stu, Nubbins, Hoyt and Freddy.

💪 Then Stu is in the same boat as Chop! They're both tall, and wiry- he lasts a little longer, though, cuz you know... obviously, he's got a few more sandwiches, at his picnic. He also enjoys tea, though, and watching the others as well cuz this is awesome! XD He first beats Billy, though XDDD

💪 Next is Hoyt! He, like Chop, also beat Freddy- but did it quite differently XD Freddy starts taunting him and then… suddenly… feels something? Prodding into his stomach? He looks down and its Hoyts fucken shot gun under the table, his finger on the trigger and a daring look in his scary mug. Say another damn word, you over-done grit. Anyway though- Hoyt’s pretty strong (I sure wouldn’t challenge him, he survived boot camp) but he’s only a man and could never beat Michael or Jason. He’s sure mad about it, but gives up.

💪 Okay now… Bubba is without a doubt the strongest mortal Slasher (Not including Thomas- they are the same person)… he’s always carrying that big ass chainsaw, and liftin’ stuff for Drayton ‘Noodle Arms’ Sawyer, too, like sacks of suspicious meat and a step stool… and he beats everyone (Apart from Michael 🙄. And he doesn’t go up against Jason)… until he gets to the cheating Bastard we call Freddy. Freddy basically… um… may have traumatised him a tad in order to win. ON THE BRIGT SIDE THO- Bubba totally broke Hoyt’s wrist :D :D :D

💪 Now we have Freddy. Okay so- Freddy knows he’s physically he’s not up to scratch, compared to some of the others (Jason, Bubba, Thomas- even Hoyt), and his strength is his brain… so he decides to play dirty. Yep? Shock horror, for who could have foreseen this coming? I know XD He taunts, he teases, he kicks under the table, he bribes Chucky to call him the winner when its close (Happened one time- with Hoyt), and he wore the glove when it came to Michael. Jason inevitably takes him down though after what happened with Bubba- the table actually smashed.

💪 Thomas on the opposite end of the spectrum plays nobly, and by a set of rules (LUDA RAISED HIM RIGHT)- and he’s an absolute monster of a man so he goes far of course XD Unfortunately, in the end, he got exasperated by Michael (Like Nubbins- and I’ll tell you why in a moment) and raises his hands in surrender. I’m out.

💪 Now, we don’t actually have a winner between our last two opponents… for one simple reason.

💪 Michael cannot lose… but he also can’t win, against Jason.

💪 See, where Michael lacks in physical structure- he makes up in sheer stubbornness. He refuses to lose. He will not move. Not even if Jason or Thomas absolutely crush his fingers like pipe cleaners, not even if Freddy slices them almost to smithereens. And he certainly wont move if Hoyt shoves a gun in his crotch (But he will give him a dirty look). So, he won’t be able to push Jason down (Bubba or Thomas or apparently Nubbins- either) as per arm wrestling rules… but they will never be able to push him down, either. So… stalemate.

💪 Jason on the other hand is the whole package XD He’s strong as an ox, like Bubba and Thomas (Living in the woods all those years really did wonders). But he’s also headstrong as hell- like Michael of course. And he can also be crafty like Fuckface Freddy.. In normal circumstances, he would be unstoppable ^^  

💪 (So in my heart of hearts, Jason is the winner)

[buckyhoney-library]

𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛

a/n: i had to turn this into a whole ass blurb/one shot, this is different than anything that i've written in the past.

reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged! However, do NOT steal/repost ANY of my fics!

18+ warning

Warnings: 18+, no plot- just porn, dubcon, age gap (early/mid 20's), stepdad!bucky, dom!bucky, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, innocent kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f), masturbation (f), sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 2.2k

Chills spread over the surface of your body- his fingers trace along the tops of your shoulder and up your neck- stopping at your jaw. The sound of his breathing is the only thing you can hear. His clothed chest presses against your back- his crotch flush with your ass.

Having another body so close and pressed against you is foreign.

Nerves bundle in your stomach as his fingers slide up the sides of your waist, stopping right before your breast- cupping them through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your sensitive nipples pebble and poke through the tank top.

A surprised gasp falls from your lips, he chuckles into your ear.

That tank top is what landed you here with your breasts being groped and messaged. Bucky had gotten fed up with you wandering around the house with tiny clothing that barely covers your most intimate areas.

With the innocence of what such clothing does to a man, you thought nothing of it- as it’s been warmer outside, and you needed to cool off.

“Daddy…” Breathlessly whining, your core began to tingle- something that has been happening more often.

Humming, Bucky moves the strands of floral-smelling hair to the side- exposing your neck. Pressing soft pecks along the base of your neck, he trails up to the bottom of your ear.

“Honey, have you ever played with your special place?” Your shoulders tense.

The rough callused palm roamed over your tummy, stopping at the band of the muted pink pajama shorts.

Bucky knew the answer. He heard the soft muffled moans and whimpers that come from your bedroom. This sparked curiosity.

Through the crack of the door, Bucky witnessed the sinful act of your hips rolling on your stuffies.

Accidently grinding against one of your bear’s nose in the middle of the night was the act that started the exploration of your body. You knew that what you were doing wasn’t allowed- but the feeling you got when you grind your clit into the face of the teddy was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

The first orgasm you had took you by surprise, drenching your favorite teddy in your juices.

From that night forward, your fingers exploded the sensitive bud and the aching hole.

When your fingers weren’t enough, you teased your needy clit with the hard nose of your teddy. The simulation became addicting and masturbating with your teddy became a daily occurrence.

Tweaking your nipples and toying your clit are acts that you knew would get you in a world of trouble- if you caught by your mother. So, you kept the touching and teasing for when she went to work- but you had no idea that this whole time you had an audience for your private sessions.

Breasts swaying, nipples barely grazing the sheets, and the sight of the light brown teddy bear, that he gifted to you for your birthday, stimulating your clit- left Bucky no option but to stroke himself in the hallway.

Praying silent prayers that his wife wouldn’t catch him cumming in his hand to his precious stepdaughter.

Overtaken with the pleasure, your grasp on your teddy’s head tightens as the rocking of your hips became more aggressive. Simulation from the nose on your clit becoming too much for you to bear. The sounds fell from your lips like honey off a spoon- Bucky could listen to your whimpers on a continuous loop.

Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth jaw fall opens- this time, no sound comes out. The overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washing over you- causing your body to twitch and your eyes roll back.

Bucky became addicted to the beautiful sight in front of him, he watched you explore your body almost every day.

“Yes.” Heat flushed your cheeks, and you look down at his fingers playing with the strings.

“Do you want Daddy to touch your special place?” Bucky’s breath is hot on your neck.

The question made the heartbeat between your legs grow louder. All you could manage to do is nod. The sensation of your nipples mixed with the hot breath on your neck put you under a spell.

You knew that Bucky shouldn’t be touching you, but you wanted his fingers to play with your cunt- knowing he could make you feel better than any of your teddy’s.

“Has anyone else ever played with you?” Embarrassed, you shake your head.

The answer makes his cock twitch and harden. Bucky dreamed of being the first one who gets to stretch your tight hole. The first one to feel how sweet you tasted as your dripped with arousal- The image of your cunt swallowing his cock has made him cum too many times to count.

“How honored I am to be the one to ruin your innocence.”

The grip on your breasts moved to your hips, leaving your assaulted breasts sore. Twisting your hips, forcing them to turn to face him. Your doe-eyed expression only made Bucky’s cock throb.

Guiding your shaking fingers to his cock, Bucky's eyes are mesmerized at the innocence beginning to drain from your body.

The yelp that you made from the feeling of his erect cock- makes him chuckle.

“Don’t be scared, Honey- Daddy is gonna be gentle with you before I stuff you full of my cock.” The fallen piece of hair is moved ever so gently from your cheek.

The adrenaline soaring through your veins and dampening panties gives you a confidence boost, you squeeze him.

A low groan from Bucky causes you to giggle and your eyes light up. Bucky smiles, tilting your chin upward. He plants a small kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“See, little one? You made Daddy feel good- do you want Daddy to make you feel good too?” The softness in his voice relaxes your tense shoulders, trusting that you’re in good hands.

Heat rises in your cheeks at the taboo question, you nod anyway.

“Use your words. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to your special place,” His fingers slide down the thin strap of the tank top, stopping at the base. Your mouth runs dry as he traces the tank top, circling over your nipple.

“I want your cock… inside me…” The request takes Bucky back- thinking you’d ask for your clit to be played with.

“Oh, little one… I’m too big for your little cunt, I have to stretch you out first.” Forming a pout, you frown.

“I promise, Daddy is gonna fill you up real nice, okay? How about you show me how you play with yourself, yeah?” Still pouting, you nod.

Motioning to your bed, you sit on the edge of the bed. Bucky takes a seat on the small ottoman next to the bed.

Tugging the ends of your tank top upward, your breasts drop. An incoherent mumble escapes past Bucky’s lips as his legs spread. The self-control that his exhibiting by not shoving his cock down your throat is astounding.

His flustered reaction causes you to giggle. Leaning back to the bed, you slide off the pajama shorts. The clothing is discarded to the floor beside you.

Legs spread wide, you let one hand play with your nipples, and the other slide down to your glistening cunt.

“You’re so wet, honey- I can see you dripping from here,” Bucky’s palm is over his bugle, messaging himself through his pants.

Hips dig down at the relief from your touch, sliding your fingers between your folds. The juices coat your fingers, you bring them to your mouth- closing your lips around them, sucking off your arousal. Bucky is in disbelief from how natural it was for you to taste yourself and how comfortable you were playing with your cunt in front of him. He begins to fiddle with his zipper.

Your light breathy whimpers fill the room as your fingers toy with your clit.

Bucky’s fingers wrap around himself, slowly stroking himself- attempting to process the breathtaking sight of your cunt on full display.

Your hips buck into your fingers, while whimpers beginning to recklessly fall from your mouth.

Blindly reaching around for your stuffie to grind your now swollen clit into, but instead, feel a pair of calloused palms on your inner thighs.

“Couldn’t take it anymore- I need to taste that cunt for myself.” The sound that leaves your mouth surprises both of you as you feel his mouth attack your cunt.

His tongue dragging all over your cunt, licking up all the juices. The new sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before- the way his tongue flicked your clit and lapped up your fallen juices pulled you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck. I’ve never seen such a stunnin’ pussy before, honey” Bucky can’t stop himself.

The moment your hips began to squirm, and the squeals and whimpers fall from your lips- his forearm holds your tummy down. Bucky wants to savor every last bit of you. The pad of his finger glides over the moist fold, examining you up close.

“Gotta see how tight you are,” He inserts his middle finger.

Curling in them in, grazing your g-spot. The force on your tummy enhances the pleasure building.

“Oh, honey- Daddy needs to stretch your little cunt,” The ring finger joins the middle, sending you flying into a euphoric state.

Bucky pumps his arousal-coated fingers, growing in speed. You ball the sheets in your fists, bucking your hips into his fingers.

“Please Daddy!” You choke pathetically.

“Please what? You need to cum?” You can barely manage to nod as you feel the lower half of your body become weak.

“I need you to tell me with your words.” You’ve entered another world and your fingers desperately try to unhook his grasp on your tummy.

“I can’t hold it- Daddy, please let me cum all over your fingers!” Proud of how quickly you’re learning his rules, he grants your wish.

Twitching and bucking aimlessly, you are overwhelmed with the shockwaves of pleasure that are soaring through every nerve of your body. Bucky continues to stretch your pussy, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Another wave of pleasure takes you, you're blinded by who powerful it is- no sound comes from you, body silently convulsing.

“I’m so proud of you, honey. Can’t wait to ruin you with my cock,” Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes, dropping them with the others.

Regaining your vision and the rest of your senses, you met with his cock looking right at you- angry, swollen, and dripping with precum.

“See what that pussy does to me?” He chuckles, watching your eyes go wide and chest rise.

“I’ll be gentle,” He coos, kneeling down, placing a tender kiss on the top of your heat.

The confidence you once had vanishing as he grabs hold of himself. His cock throbbing against your folds as he slides his tip up and down.

Your moans don’t sound human as his tip finally enters you. The grunts match your moans. The tightness of your walls around Bucky catches him off guard. His fingers were nothing compared to his girth and length.

“Daddy- you’re too big for me I can’t-“ Tears form in the corners of your eyes the further he pushes himself.

“I’ll make it fit, ‘m filling you up.” With one swift motion, his pelvis flushes with your thighs.

The sweet sound of your cries and the instinct to pull off him- turns him feral. Bucky’s palms spread your thighs out, keeping them from pulling away from him.

“Don’t pull away. You’re doing such a good job,” Each thrust releases an animalistic sound from you, your body feeling numb with bliss.

Bucky feels your body relax completely, opening you up more, granting him the ability to go deeper. Turning into his fuck toy, you’re a babbling whimpering mess. You’ve lost vision and the ability to form words.

After being stuffed inside you, there is no way that Bucky going to be able to use his hand again. There is no replicating your cunt- how tight, warm, or the sounds you made.

“Daddy is so close, little one. Do you want Daddy to fill you up? Want him to stuff you full of his cum?” Bucky’s voice almost mocking how pathetic you look you’re your breasts bouncing, and your body paralyzed by his cock.

“Fill me, p-please!” You cry through the pleasure and pain.

Bucky’s palm presses on your tummy, increasing the pleasure of his cock ramming into you. Bucky’s foul curses and strings of praises of how amazing your cunt feels around him sound muffled to you.

As he presses on your tummy, he can feel himself filling you through your tummy. You cry out in pure bliss, desperately trying to move your hips from the sensitivity. The third wave crashing into you and wrecking you completely.

“Oh, look at that! Look at all my cum inside you,” Once he removes himself from you, your body twitched.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of your cunt, cum dripping out of your abused hole. You’re laying heaving on the bed, processing all the pleasure rushing through you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Bucky lays next to you, tracing patterns on your tummy, bringing you down from your high.

Bucky grabs the towel from the hook, opening your shaking thighs. He wipes away the spilled cum. Still sensitive you whimper at the contact of the towel. Bucky peppers kisses around your inner thighs and on your tummy.

“Thank you for letting me ruin this pretty pussy,”

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