#the answer to both questions COULD be yes

[peachesofteal]

The wallflower.

Johnny clocks it immediately, your shoulders practically pinned against the pale-yellow wall, pint glass slick with condensation cradled between your fingers. Your eyes dart around and then away, finding something to study in the carpet, or the stairs, on the coffee table.

You’re not comfortable here, that much is clear.

He elbows Simon. “Poor girl looks nervous.” Simon gives you a furtive glance over the rim of his glasses, and nods.

“Probably only knows one person. Or got dragged here.” It’s Kyle’s wife’s birthday party. She has a lot of friends it seems, well liked in all facets of her life, work and otherwise. He clucks his tongue. “Sweet thing.” Someone bumps into you, and then pivots, reaching out to grab your arm in apology. You don’t tell him off or pull away. You just glance at his hand, meek smile stretching your lips sour. It turns Johnny’s stomach.

“She needs rescuing.”

“Johnny.” There’s a warning in Simon’s tone, a reproachful sentiment that he knows well. No strays. No projects. No more shelter pets.

“Ach c’mon. Look at her.” That one muscle in Simon’s cheek feathers, the one that says everything without Simon saying anything at all. Broken resolve.

He sighs. Johnny grins.

“Ye alright?” The man who’s taken up a residence at your shoulder is now speaking to you. Worse, he’s asking you if you’re alright.  

“I… I’m good. Yeah. Fine.” You grip your glass tighter, ignoring the flip of your stomach. You snuck at glance at him when he first came over, and that was enough. He’s very handsome.

And you’re, well-

You’re… you.

“Someone ditch ye?” Oh god.

“Uh, no. My friend is over there.” You point to Anna’s back. She’s in the kitchen, laughing so loud you can hear her from across the living room.

“Ah. She did ditch ye.”

“No!” You glare at him, “No.”

“But she didnae offer to introduce you to anyone?” You wince, and his eyes flicker with sympathy. “Ah, she did.”

“I’m not good with… people.” The understatement of the year. You don’t do people. People are too unpredictable, too much of an unknown. A pattern of behavior will only take you so far, and it’s hard to forecast their actions, reactions, words, emotions… everything.

You prefer safer bets. Predictable things. Equations, mostly.

“Ye’re not good w’people, but ye’re at a party.”

“Yes, it’s quite a feat.” You snap your mouth shut, expecting him to give you a weird look, but he laughs.

“If ye’re uncomfortable, why stay?”

“Because, social interactions are good for me. And I promised myself a slice of cheese pizza if I made it an hour.” He should laugh. Most would. Most would think it’s fucking hilarious, how you’re bribing yourself, dangling a carrot in front of your face.

But this guy doesn’t. He doesn’t laugh. He cocks his head, and frowns. “So… ye’re torturing yourself so ye can earn a slice of pizza.” A nervous giggle bubbles up and out your throat.

“It sounds bad when you put it that way but-“

“It is bad.” A deep voice sounds from over your shoulder, and you jump.

“This is Simon.” Your new… friend, Johnny, motions to the hulking man at your side, and you manage a nod, spitting out your name. “He’s no’ scary, just looks it.” Johnny reaches for his hand, and the equation clicks to together with ease.

Oh.

“You here with a friend?”

“Uh. Yep.” You point to Anna, again, and they exchange a look.

“She ditch ya?” Same question, different accent, and you’re about to give the same answer, when Johnny intercedes.

“She’s here so she can have a slice of pizza.” Yeah. It sounds bad.

“Wot?”

“I… It’s good for me to be around people so I said if I could do it for an hour, I could have pizza.” They’re both wearing expressions you can’t translate, two faces you don’t understand, and it twists you up.

“Do you usually ransom yourself pizza?”

“N-no.”

“Is it… an eating thing?”

“Oh, no. It’s like… I’d rather be at home, but everyone says socializing is… important. So, for doing something I hate, I get pizza.” Simon sighs.

“Trying to fit a square into a circle.” The comment is puzzling, but as you’re trying to put it together, Johnny links his pinky with yours and tugs you closer. The room is quiet, the music, the laughing, the chatter, all of it goes silent. There are dozens and dozens of people in here, but right now, it’s just you and these two. Staring at one another. There’s a web thin string spinning from him, to you, to Simon, and it’s wrapping you up, cocooning you, holding you tight.

“This okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Ye wannae go get that slice with us?” Do it. Just do it. Do something. You take a deep breath.

“Sure.”  

They look comical, shoved into the pleather red booth across the table from you, Simon far too wide to comfortably accommodate Johnny, but they don’t seem to mind. “So, cheese then?” You nod, picking at the faded corner of a menu. This was a bad idea, this was stupid. What were you thinking? Why-

“Three slices of cheese please.” You hadn’t even noticed the server, and you panic when she starts to turn away.

“And a coke!” You blurt, immediately embarrassed. She stares at you for a second before nodding, forcing a smile, and walking off. Fuck. You press your palm down on the table, trying to focus on the texture, the feel of it.

“Hey,” Simon says softly, “you didn’t do anything wrong.” You bristle.

“I know that.” Of course you know… don’t you?

Clearly not.

They don’t try to force you into conversation, but they do talk to you. They don’t ask you pointed questions or try to dig into you, instead choosing to tell you about themselves, their dog, their jobs. They keep you involved without dragging you in unwillingly.

It’s nice.

You’re halfway through your slice when you realize they’re watching you.

 “What? Is there something on my face?” You frantically wipe at your chin, your cheeks. Simon’s mouth quirks.

“Nothing on your face, sweet girl.” Your brain scrambles. Words fail. You don’t think anyone has ever called you something like that before.

“Oh. Okay. Well. Good.” Stupid.

“Go on and finish up.” He instructs, pointing at the grease laden slice, and you bring it to your mouth obediently. “Want to come for a walk with us after this? Our favorite park is around the corner, and the moon is really bright tonight.” A walk. With them. A walk? What does that mean? Just like, a walk?

Do it. Just do it. Do something. Be brave.

You roll your shoulders, and take a bite of your pizza, chewing slowly and swallowing.

And then you nod.

“Yes.”

[dollyichi]

both pro heroes (rookies) in a press conference ᯓ★ fluff. f ! reader. established relationship / not proofread

you’re in an interview being asked about katsuki and why you ended up liking him. the whole time he’s sat beside you, waiting for your response as well with a smug look with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

earlier they asked the same question to him in relation to you. he simply answered with a firm, “she’s cool and strong. her being pretty’s a plus obviously.” which definitely made you a little bit flustered that he could admit that with you in the room but he never feels shame, not especially when it’s about you—so straight forward too.

back to you, who took a bit before answering. “it’s the face isn’t it?” one of them asks.

katsuki’s fans definitely have a specific taste. cause he’s got that thing about him that makes him attractive. you were sure you’ve been jumpscared online by dynamight thirst posts and you knew, and the world at least knew, he’s one of the hottest heroes right now.

yet you try to stifle a laugh. the faces katsuki were able to make before you dated that really charmed you were those silly and goofy ones that he tends to do.

yes, of course he’s the most handsome to you but you fell for him while he’s got that exaggerated angry expression on his face, or when he’s got that face that supposed to be scary and threatening but to you, it was (and still is) cute.

so technically, “yes… it’s the face.”

and he’d grin, “haha yeah! you guys heard her, she’s only got the hots for me.” you wonder then, how he’d react if he found out you thought him cuter than ‘hot’ initially.

the press loved it though.

the face in question

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : shshjshshsdhs i love this guy he’s so 😔 for this drabble they probably started dating in the 3rd year but the crushing was half of the 2nd year for sure

AGELESS AND MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW ME

[mimipolo]

Hey I have a request

Some Nam-gyu x reader where he developed a crush and sneaks of to talk to you at random times even tho you vote opposite of him he can overlook that however when he’s with thanos he’s mean and insults you which shocks and upsets you will you forgive him?

Nam-gyu x reader

I had so much fun writing this ngl, I hope I did the idea justice <33

Sorry Se-mi it's for plot

You had met Nam-gyu and Thanos after the first vote. At the time you felt a small sense of determination that you could make it through the games, get a higher prize and pay off all your debts in one go.

They had praised you excitedly, Thanos slinging an arm around you and going on about how they'd both protect you. You had trusted them for the most part, yes they were both a bit sketchy but they had a prescence among the players so it'd be easier to follow them. You had mixed feelings about the duo, one was always hyper and loved to mess with you and the other had a serious staring problem and a stupid smirk.

At the moment it didn't matter how you felt about them, you needed to get out of here. And now. You had barely survived the last game, knees grazed from when you fell and quickly scrambled to your feet. You wince at the pain as you curl in on yourself and rub your thumb over your bloodied hands. You were desperate for a sense of comfort or solidarity which at the moment only you could provide for yourself.

You were startled to see a head of black hair come out of nowhere from the ladder to your bed, angled eyes meeting yours hazily. Nam-gyu, a rare visitor. You're still startled by his sudden appearance, clutching your chest slightly as your eyes widen in surprise.

"Nam-gyu? What are you-"

"I'm coming up."

You don't get the choice to protest against it, he's already hauling himself up to get on your bunk, sitting cross legged in front of you. For a moment you're genuinely confused to why he's here, your bunk was fairly high off the ground and from how he was earlier you didn't expect him to be capable of climbing. Guess he sobered up. He's sighing softly as he links his fingers together, gazing at you as if in deep thought.

"You're gonna vote "X" next right?" He lifts his head up to see your reaction, clenching his linked fingers when he sees your lips purse as you look away from him. That was enough of an answer.

You personally are terrified, you had never been particularly close with the man and you were tense as to why he decided to make the trek up to your bed to ask you such a question. What's he going to do? Is he angry? Noticing the small shift in your body language he stops spacing out and runs a hand over his face. This sucks, honestly. The small infatuation based of pure curiousity he had for you had developed into a genuine crush he couldn't shake off. You intrigued him to no end and he was just working up to talking to you more.

So why'd this have to happen?

He's not that upset you want to leave, as much as he preached about how everyone should "Play one more game!", He understood the main basis of wanting to leave was the simple passion to live. A passion that'd he'd lost touch with after he lost everything he had. But you were in a similar situation, yet despite that you always seemed slightly hopeful things would work in your favour, and when they didn't you kept a level head. A rationality he wished he also had. You were smart, attractive and worst of all reasonable. Which is why you wanted to leave.

He's still staring at you but you feel less creeped out, you feel more worried. The usual carefree demeanor he had seemed to be crumbling right before you, he almost looked more tense than you.

There was a reason why he had come here, he didn't want to ask in front of Thanos. With him he'd be obligated to maintain this facade of now hating your entire being, but that wasn't the case, in fact it was very far from it. He wanted you like nothing else, selfishly. He could only hope you read him openly from the small amount of vulnerability he'd give you, something you were good at.

"Choose "x", I don't really care."

"Oh."

You are honestly pleasantly surprised by his words, your anxiety lowering massively. With the tensity gone you could see he looked...worried for you? You weren't totally sure but he laughs bitterly, pulling his signature move of pushing his hair behind his ears.

"Just know that, I'll vote to stay. So I'll still be sticking with Thanos."

You looked at him confused, and honestly he was too. There was no need to share all this information with you but he couldn't help it, he wanted to be open with you, show you how he is when you could be alone together.

You jolt slightly when he lightly takes one of the hands you're holding onto and taking them in his own. Streaks of blood crumbling away when he rubbed it away with careful thumbs, you could only watch him silently, admiring his oddly considerate actions. Even if the tint of blood still stained your palms. What's with all this special treatment, did he like you or something?

Before you could question him about what had just happened between you two he's sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together, ready to climb off your bunk.

"I'll try look out for you when I can."

And with that he's gone, you're left to sit with your thoughts and overthink how sweet he was to you just now. He was never like that before. Before you realised it a small smile was on your lips as you savoured the cold, brief moment of his touch still on your hand.

Though the next moment left you quite confused, it was time to vote. Everyone was still conflicted but you had made your choice and had a silent comradery with Nam-gyu. It gave you the bit off confidence to press the "x" button, some cheered while others groaned as you quickly switched your blue patch for its opposing side.

You could hear the familiar deep voice of Thanos going "What the hell man, we agreed one more game??" the direct confrontation made you physically tense as you made your way to side of potential exit. Nam-gyu didn't say a word, didn't even look at you either. Strange, you thought but you mostly brushed it off.

What the hell [Name], we agreed to keep playing, ya just switching on us all of a sudden?"

Thanos' voice echoed in your ears as he had you cornered near your bunk, you glance to Nam-gyu for some sort of support, even if it was just telling his friend to relax but you were quickly disappointed.

"Tch, did you really expect them to stay, I saw 'em practically trembling after the last round."

You felt your heart aches at his words, your expression immediately dimming as you stared at him confused. But unluckily for you he had mastered his poker face to the last detail. If he felt any guilt for what he said you wouldn't know, it was all behind that senile smirk now.

"Kehaha, nah you're right. All those loud sounds scare ya already?"

"Poor thing."

Thanos pushes you back accusingly, forcing your back to meet the unforgiving metal bars of the bunks, just as suddenly he's in your personal space, grabbing the red velcro badge on your chest roughly as he shook you. His eyes dilated widely as he threatened you with crazed, wild eyes.

"You're lucky this is there's a revote, switch this "x" to an "o" or I'll never let you live it down, got it?"

He laughs when you stagger back when he lets you go, Nam-gyu joining in with own mocking chuckle, it hurt you in a way it wouldn't have before. What was all that about earlier then, was it just a lie? But why, he didn't get anything out of it.

And again you're left alone to deal with your own self destructive thoughts, you just wanted to leave this place, it felt like you were suffocating within its walls.

Things ended up more violent than he had expected, he's panting as he rips the fork from the man's neck for the last time. How he felt? Great. It was like some great awakening as he stumbled up to his feet. It's only then he takes the time to digest the fact Thanos is dead, what a sad way to go hm?But also equally as pathetic. He wanted to laugh but he wanted to shout in frustration too. He does neither, looking down at his unpredictable partner in crime now laying on the floor covered in grime and blood. It's when he starts to feel the growing ache in his chest that the guards finally barge in to stop the fighting, forcing them all out the crime scene.

You're on your bunk, cuddled up to yourself as usual when you spot him, bloodied and worn along with other men. Your heart sinks as you take in the situation, watching as they shouted and cursed impurities from both sides. You had switched sides of sleeping arrangements due to the votes, so now you were able to get a slightly lower bunk bed. He shouldn't know where you were and yet his eyes snapped to you, for a moment they crumble slightly, a sliver of the worry he had coming out just for a moment. And then he's walking off, not looking back once.

It's lights out and you were terrified, you had finally found out what had happened in the men's bathroom and you knew it could lead to nothing good. Everywhere you thought to hide felt dangerous and you had no one to rely on, no one to truly trust.

He's shaking, his hands trembling as he sits perched on Thanos' bed, in memory of the annoying guy. He's feeling conflicted, he couldn't tell if he had cared for him or not, all he knew the indifference he felt for others wasn't the same with colourful haired man. He pops two pills in his mouth, brushing his knuckles against his lips as if the action were sacred. Soon thoughts drifted back to you. How were you holding up? Did you have anyone there to protect you? A sick part of him hoped not, he wanted to be the only one to look out for you, the only one you'd think to turn to.

He feels amazing, never felt so resolute in the entirety of the games than when he killed. Hissing in satisfaction as he struck the deadly cutlery into Se-mi's neck for what felt the 100th time. Wiping the blood of his face with the back of his hand when he feels a prescence behind him. He doesn't bother taking back his weapon as he gets up from his crouched position to turn towards the figure.

It's you.

You look absolutely terrified, your upper body was uptight and you could've gotten away with looking less afraid if it wasn't for how your legs trembled ever so slightly. You're fighting with yourself and you finally will your body to run but he's quick, yanking you back by your arm and holding you against him possessively. His breathing is hard and his bloody hands are firm against your back.

Heavy breaths fill your ears as he looks at you with wide shaken eyes, he'd been looking for you, even on this killing spree.

"You asshole, what are you doing are you crazy??"

"Heh- huh, yeah I feel like it a little..." the small chuckle he lets out feels distant from his true feelings and he wished you'd tell him why he's like this.

"You lied, you said you'd look out for me, prick." You want your words to be firm but the fear of everything around you was still so intense, it shook your words and made your throat tight.

"I know, I know alright. I said when I 'can' Thanos would've made things worse for both of us if I said something..."

"But he's not here anymore... I'll watch out for you, for real this time, promise."

Even in his drugged state you could tell these were his thoughts the whole time, and his visit to your bed made slightly more sense, he just wanted you to know he didn't actually hate you. What a weird guy, why not just come out and say what the game plan was? You wanted to ask him all these things, shout and push at him until you got all your frustration out.

But you're drained, there's still the far away screams of new victims being made and you couldn't tell what was side was losing.

But he's shushing you quietly, when you weren't even crying, but now it triggered you to. Hot silent tears running down your face as he huddled you into a corner and made you sit against the wall behind a fallen mattress. Grabbing your face and pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered softly.

"Nothings happening to us, we're getting that stupid cash prize and leaving this shitty place."

And then he's off again, you don't know where, but you'll stay here quietly and hope for his quick return.

[berritart]

jealous roommate!vi

cw - nsfw (+18), pet names (baby, angel), vi is a hypocrite, vi calls reader slut once, afab reader, thigh riding, fingering (r!recieving), not proofread

wc - 900

a/n - haven't wrote in FOREVER, sorry if this sucks. vv i mean vv self indulgent as well but anywho

you couldn't believe it.

you never thought you would be this easy. you felt like you had more restraint to end up in a situation like this, one that would haunt you for the next two semesters you would have to share a dorm with her.

"over a silly date?" you question, barely even able to focus on your own thoughts. your mind was going three hundred miles per hour at this point. you feel nothing but your roommate vi's two fingers pump in and out of your aching cunt. her thumb grazing circles on your clit ever so softly.

you two were in your bed, your body fully naked in between vi's legs. her hand holding your pliant body against her clothed chest by the waist.

"never again." vi's tongue traced against the shell of your ear and softly nipped down, not slowing her brutal pace of her fingers. "dont go on anymore dates. yeah?"

only quiet whimpers and pants came out of your mouth, disregarding any of the words the redhead even said to you. "don't tell me you're already going dumb on my fingers angel." vi chuckles, tugging your head back roughly. "answer me."

you didn't even know why vi, of all people, was acting like this towards you. you knew how she was, how she would always have a girl in her arm everytime she walked into the door. the crazy amount of failed talking stages slipping pathetic notes into your shared dorm. vi had enough poor girls on her roster, but you having a date, one that'll possibly never happen again, is where she drew the line.

"y-yes. no more i promise." you didn't feel like arguing with her and pointing out her hypocrisy at the moment so you gave her what she wanted, your compliance. and besides, her long fingers felt better than your own. you needed this.

you thought you satisfied vi enough until she tugged at your hair once more, keeping your head tilted back. her narrowed eyes was kept onto your tear-filled ones. "you let her fuck you?" she questioned, slipping one more finger into your dripping cunt, producing a high pitched whimper from your lips.

"no- o-oh my god vi" her fingers began going faster than ever, curling and hitting the spot oh so deep inside you. "we didn't fuck--" you gripped onto her bicep, your freshly manicured nails creating deep crescents in her skin. the feeling pooling at the pit of your stomach continuously grew. you were close and she knew it.

so she stopped.

she fucking stopped.

she withdrew her fingers from your wet pussy, creating a vulgar squelch before placing the digits in her mouth.

you turned around to face her, climbing on top of her clothed thigh. you looked like a pissed rabid animal, your widen eyes full of need. you grabbed her hand, leading it to where you needed her the most, just for her to yank it away. groans of fustration leaving your mouth. "vi please i need it, i need you. please don't be like this" tears threatening to fall from your pleading eyes.

you looked so pathetic to her. vi never seen you so disarmed and submissive before, always getting your way. it did something to her, something that no plain ol' orgasm caused by her fuck buddies could do. she liked- no loved seeing you like this. it was way more than enough for her to get off.

"god i wish you could see yourself right now." vi squished your cheeks, manhandling your face to meet her eyes once again. "need you to see the needy little slut you're acting like right now. over my fingers at that."

she grabbed your hips with both of her hands, gripping and pulling you down to her jean clad thigh. "go on, finish on my thigh baby."

you didn't hesitate to begin your movements, letting the material of her jeans graze your clit. in this state you wouldn't be lasting longer than a minute. "f--feels so good vi.." you whimpered, holding onto her shoulders as you picked up the pace of your hips.

"i can hear her baby, so fuckin wet. she needs me huh?" vi grinned against your heated neck, scattering dark purple bites all over. "need me to fuck her just right, gonna have her creaming all over my cock." her words made your nods frantic, your hips bucking faster than ever before. "mhm...she n--needs you vi." she chuckles at your words, her hand landing harshly against your ass, causing you to yelp. "and only me. no one is gonna fuck you like i do" you hum in agreement, feeling your climax sneak up on you.

her hands find it's way to your waist, dragging you close enough to kiss you. "go on, cum on my thigh." she moans against your month, her tongue pushing past your lips.

after a few more movements of your hips your orgasm rushes over you, "i--i'm cumming vi- god..." your body starts shaking from the harshness of your climax, your arms draping over vi's neck pulling her close. her hands find its way to your waist, keeping you steady.

your body goes limp in her arms, fatigue clouding your brain. "there there..." vi whispers softly, placing you directly on your bed. she brushes the stray hairs from your face, hesitantly kissing your now bruised lips.

"get some rest angel.."

a/n - lowkey was hot ass but i'll get my groove back #soon

[liketolaugh-writes]

They excused themselves soon after, when both elder Fentons had lost themselves in the folder of studies. Danny all but chased them out, making sure they didn't go anywhere but out the door. It was borderline ghost-like behavior, something G pointed out quietly after the door had shut behind them.

Cory nodded. "If he's that contaminated, they're lucky he never developed ectoplasmic oncosis," he said, referring to the last stage of ectocontamination poisoning. "Maybe children are better able to tolerate it on top of being more susceptible."

G shrugged, offering no further thoughts, so Cory tucked the thought away for later. If nothing else, he suspected this town would provide some data on that front as well. If only they'd been here from the beginning! Cory had never been so thankful for his flawless spiritual relations record. He might not be great with humans, but ghosts, Cory could be patient with.

"Soil samples?" Cory asked G.

"Soil samples," G agreed.

It was boring, working their way through town, packing dirt into vials, but necessary if they wanted an overall distribution of ectoradiation. Cory assumed that the Fenton household would have the most by far, but they should be able to get an idea of which areas saw the most ghost activity by the radiation levels. As they went, he kept an eye on their surroundings and thought absently that the infrastructure costs for this town had to be insane.

"Agent N." Cory glanced up at G's address, and G nodded at a small pack of teenagers hanging out by a fast food restaurant. Nasty Burger? "We should talk to them."

G was probably the only person that Cory wished would say more words. "Liminal?"

G nodded. "They've probably seen enough to have some info."

Cory shrugged and nodded, packing and labeling the last sample before he headed over. The teenagers noticed him before he reached them, and looks of displeasure and disgust appeared quickly. Cory really wanted to have a word with the previous GIW staff. Preferably in a windowless room where no one would see him throttle them. Uncooperative civilians made everything so much harder.

"Hello," he said, clipped but polite. "I'm Agent N, from the research division of the Ghost Investigation Ward. May I ask you some questions about the... ectocontamination present in you and your classmates?" If that was the term the Fentons used, it was most likely what these kids were familiar with.

The kids exchanged annoyed looks and eye rolls before a Hispanic girl took the lead, fixing Cory with a strict look and a surprisingly sharp grin. "Sure, if you can answer one question for us. Phantom, yes or no?"

"...Yes?" It clicked, and Cory nearly rolled his eyes at himself. Of course the locals were pissed at the people shooting at the resident guardian spirit. "The GIW agents you're familiar with were breaking official policy. They were fired en masse last week. Please assume that I disagree with everything they've ever said or done."

He'd caught them by surprise, he could tell, and they exchanged a few more uncertain looks in a hive mind typical of high school cliques.

"So you're with Phantom now?" the Hispanic girl asked, eyebrow raised. Cory nodded. "Like, officially, completely?"

"The competent agents of the GIW understand ghosts a bit better than the guys you're used to," Cory said dryly. "Phantom is a textbook guardian spirit, and probably a peacekeeper at that. Antagonizing him was stupid at best, and at worst, could've turned the whole situation ass-up in all kinds of ways." As it was, they'd probably turned the poor kid into an anxious wreck. Though not without help from the Drs. Fenton and the Huntress.

The girl whistled, though she didn't look completely convinced. "Yeah, okay, you get it," she decided. "Ask away."

On cue, the other kids settled down as well, watching them expectantly. Cory elbowed G in the side. Cory had handled the initial diplomacy, G could ask his damn questions.

G took the implicit order with good grace. "Do you know the signs of ectocontamination?" he asked. There was a general murmur of assent. "How many people do you know that have been exhibiting at least one of those symptoms?"

They exchanged thoughtful looks.

"Most of our year," a blonde girl said decisively. "I mean- that's not usual or anything, most people around here aren't ectocontaminated at all. But our year had this whole thing with a bunch of ghost bugs that bit everyone and gave us ghost powers for a few days, so we got it then." She shrugged it off like it wasn't the most batshit insane thing Cory had ever heard. "Uhh... Sam Manson and Tucker Foley have it pretty bad, they got possessed a couple years ago."

"Overshadowed, you mean?" Cory broke in, unable to help himself. The girl rolled her eyes.

"No, idiot, you don't get contaminated from being overshadowed, or loads more would have it. Manson and Foley were possessed. It was freaky."

"What the fuck has been happening in this town," Cory muttered, earning a few snickers from the assembled teenagers.

"Jazz and Danny Fenton have it the worst, though," a blond jock put in, shoving his hands in his pockets to eye them with some distrust still. "Have since we were kids. It was obvious even before we knew what that was. And then Danny had, you know, the accident." All of the other kids nodded, so apparently this accident was big enough that their whole school had heard about it and they didn't feel the need to explain. Or maybe that was just how small Amity Park was. "It was twice as obvious after that."

"The accident?" G asked, which was invasive but fair. Cory also wanted to know what the hell kind of accident resulted in more liminality than Cory had known was possible.

A few of the kids grimaced, more subdued just at the mention.

"Danny got hurt a couple weeks before our freshman year," an Asian kid in a letterman explained quietly. "Super bad lab accident. He got electrocuted when the portal turned on. He was in the hospital for a couple of days and he hasn't really been the same since."

Well. The Fentons had not mentioned that detail, though Cory supposed he should have guessed. (Something about the story rang a bell in the back of his head, but he did his best to ignore it for now.)

G just nodded, brow furrowed. "Has anyone gotten seriously ill since the portal opened?" he asked, returning to the previous topic. "Hypothermia, headache, mood swings. Swelling that's cold to the touch. Internal bleeding, seizures. Bruising or blisters that are unusually green. Anything like that?" The symptoms of ectoplasmic oncosis.

The kids looked at each other again, frowning.

"Not since the beginning," the blonde girl said after a minute. "I think some of the kids at our high school got some of that early on, especially anyone who went to see that weird counselor, Dr. Spectra."

The Hispanic girl nodded. "I remember getting sick," she agreed. "I was super cold and had a migraine for days, and these weird green bruises. But it didn't last that long."

A couple of the other kids chimed in agreement, and G spent a few minutes asking for their names and writing them down.

"The Fentons think that the ambient ectoradiation is helping acclimate us to ectoplasm without actually contaminating people," the blonde girl, Star, added when they were done. "That's why people are really only being affected by specific incidents." It was surreal to hear a Mean Girls-esque high schooler using advanced ectoscience terminology. She shrugged at Cory's look. "The Fentons' lectures are decent when they don't try to talk about actual ghosts. I listen in on most of them and relay anything useful to the rest of our year."

"You're a lifesaver, Star," Kwan said earnestly.

G nodded. "Thank you," he said politely, shutting his notebook. "I may contact some of you for follow-up later."

"Sure." Star studied G for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, pointed out, "You're ectocontaminated too. You sensed it on us, and you've got the eyes." She gestured to her own, which Cory had already noticed reflected light at certain angles.

G tilted his head, startled, and considered her for a moment before nodding. "I'm from Point Pleasant, West Virginia," he explained. "It's got plenty of activity of its own. Nothing like what Amity has, of course."

The kids laughed.

"Obviously," Paulina said. "Nowhere is like Amity."

Fortunately, Cory was almost certain that was true.

The Worst Branch in the Country

The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.

Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.

…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.

Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.

Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members

[jjsloverre]

my love- j.m

bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader

in which… bsf!jj runs to you when him and his dad get into another physical fight. (not proofread)

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises, mentions of cuts, mentions of fighting

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“mama.. please pick up the phone i need you.. please princess i need you..!” jj screamed through the phone. you finally picked up his frantic calls with your sleepy voice. “hi jayj, what’s up?”

you could hear his dad screaming at him and things breaking in the background. you instantly shot up, realizing what the call might be for. you put some sweatpants on with a random shirt you took from jj’s closet. “jj? listen to me what’s going on?”

he whimpered through the phone call. “m-my dad.. fuck baby my dad.. it’s bad- it’s bad this time.. please- come get me?” you didn’t need to be told twice. you snuck out your window and walked to jj’s house. “stay on the phone okay? i’m coming.”

“okay..” he said with a shaking voice. “how about we talk about something different yeah? what do you want for dinner tonight?”

you could tell he was forcing his voice to not come out shaking. “s-some of that soup shit you make when your sick, i want something warm..” thank goodness you had the things to cook that for him tonight. “your wish is my command love bug. pot roast it is!”

“that’s what it’s called?” he asked. “yeah.”

“how far are you?”

“not far, about two minutes.”

“you walk really fast.” you giggled. “you said you needed me, why wouldn’t i be fast?”

“you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me- not that i think of you as an object but-“ you cut him off. “i know what you mean jj and it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“can you- clean me up? like the cuts and shit? i don’t wanna bleed all over your room.”

“course i can, i was gonna do that anyway. we can shower together too.”

“fuck yeah, exactly what i need… can i spend the night?” jj asked, even though he knew the answer to that question. “you were spending the night anyway jayj. now come outside, i’m here.” you say. “don’t hang up til you see me please?” jj pleaded. “alright love.”

time skip…

“jeez jj.. this is bad- what happened?” i said as i wiped all the blood that was smeared on his face. i stripped him naked as he spoke. “he found out about the money, that i spent on that dumbass hot tub. we argued, got physical and that deadbeat beat my fuckin’ brains in.”

“next time ask me for money, i don’t care about the price or nothing, i don’t want you to get hurt like this anymore okay?” he nodded as you cleaned his face. “yes ma’am. will you still get in the shower with me?”

“yeah i will. cmon.”

as we got in the shower, i let jj cry into my neck as i wash off the blood that stained his beautiful body. he was so fragile. the best friend that never deserved to get hurt. the best friend that would protect you with his life and you’d do everything to protect him from his pain.

“fuck.. it hurts so much… he almost killed me- i almost killed him…”

“shhh, none of that now okay? let’s get you into bed, and i’ll bring you a bowl of pot roast. turn the tv on and watch something.” he nodded and stepped out the shower. i gave him some clothes that he usually leaves over just in case something like this happens.

“here you go, i’ll be right back.” he got up to give me a quick kiss to my lips. “what was that for?” i asked surprised, but not complaining- not at all whatsoever. “just want to, i dunno thank you for coming to get me and taking care of me.. i love you for this.”

“no need to thank me, and i love you too.” you walk out the room with two bowls, you come back up to your room and hand him a bowl. “here you go! i have some water up here for us too.”

he cuddled into your chest as you both ate. once he devoured his bowl, you set it down on the dresser and look at him, really look at your best friend, he was so precious, like an angel.

“can i kiss you?” he asked softly. “yeah you can.” with that, we shared a deep passionate kiss. “i love you mama- i love you so fuckin’ much..” you both finally break the kiss. “i love you too, cmon lay down.” he laid down on your chest, rubbing your stomach until you also fell asleep. “goodnight jayj.”

“goodnight my beautiful best friend.”

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-a/n: idc i LOVEDDDD writing this, also 2 fics one day? hell yea !

more bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader here

taglist: @sturniologirlzz @sturns-mermaid @sophand4n4 @aaliyahsturniolo @ethanthequeefqueen

[veggiesxxx]

POV: You spend time with a guy "behind their back." (Part 4/4)

(reader is NOT cheating!!)

ft. Jealousy, fluff

Xavier

You smiled at your phone, a bunch of shopping bags in hand, after a night out with your recently acquired friend. Your fingers moved swiftly across the screen, sending a string of typo-filled messages, all while fiddling hopelessly with your keys back to your apartment. Your fingerprint sensor recently just broke, forcing you to return to being old-fashioned with keys. An abrupt reply out of nowhere caught you off guard and you laughed too loudly to even try to cover it up. Luckily, there was nobody outside their homes on your floor, so you could spare yourself some awkward glances.

As your door finally clicked, unlocking, you heaved a sigh of relief as you set down the shopping bags, finally feeling blood flowing unrestricted to your arms again.

"You're home." A calming voice made you jump, dropping your keys onto the floor.

'Xavier-!" You yelped, slightly shaken, but coming back to your senses as you caught your phone from joining your keys on the floor. You saw him standing there in your living room, expression unreadable. Embarrassed, you hurriedly picked up the offending keys, shoving them onto the counter.

'Why- Uhm.. Why are you in my apartment?" you asked, your voice faltering.

"You didn't tell me Blair was a boy," he ignored your question, approaching you. His tone was neutral, but the pending frown on his face gave him away, making you want to smooth it back with your thumb. You looked at him with a confused look, before shrugging it off, leaving your shopping by the door.

"Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious-" you answered, moving towards your living room to sink down into your armchair.

"So the whole time you've been having lunch, and dinners with him, receiving travel gifts from him, and he was a boy?"

"I never said he was a girl," you clarified, knowing Xavier was going to start moping again in a minute if you didn't clear it up. You didn't want know how long he'd been here—in your home, already sulking over it before you came home.

"Yes, but you would've told me... Unless you didn't want me to find out."

"Xav, why would I hide something so trivial from you?"

"...Well Obviously it wasn't trivial to you, that's why you hid it from me." He stated, his blue gaze on the floor, like a kicked puppy, as he dragged a stool over to sit in front of your armchair.

"I didn't mean to 'hide' anything from you. I'm sorry you thought of it that way but-"

"Do you like him?" He asked, bluntly, but with his gaze not meeting yours, you could tell he was reluctant to hear your answer. It was like he was fully expecting you to say you did, reveal you were engaged and discard him to be with Blair. The thought both frightened and irked him. "What? No! Of course not! Why would you even think that?"

"...."

Xavier didn't say anything at first, but he opened a hand, conjuring a small little light flower. The light danced entrancingly in his palm. He got up, leaning down towards you in your armchair, and he was so close to your face that you held your breath, eyes wide. His somewhat pouty, sulking expression was almost too much. And the way he was kind of menacingly just.. staring at you, trying to conceal the angry storm inside.

But all he did was put the flower in your hair.

With gentle hands, he lifted your chin to meet his gaze, the stern expression previously on his face softened slightly. You could've sworn his eyes seemed deeper than you last saw them. Like they were trying to consume you.

"...He can't do that. Can he?"

You swallowed, feeling his presence almost pinning you to the chair. It didn't help that he slammed his hands on the arm-rest, his knee resting on the seat, caging you in. Your voice came out, barely audible, like a mumble. "..no.."

"..then don't leave me behind," he clenched a fist, the other hand not so loosely grabbing the cushion. You reached out and cradled his face in your hands, feeling his warm skin against your palms.

"...I don't need to fight for your attention.. do i?"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧༶

Hope you enjoyed!!

Previously :

╰┈➤ Zayne (Part 3/4), Sylus (Part 2/4), Rafayel (Part 1/4)

A/N: ahhh to anyone named Blair—it's entirely a coincidence 😭

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Happy Family

🇺🇸Pairing(s)🇺🇸→Chris Evans x Single Dad reader ⚠️CW⚠️→no warnings, just fluff. The kid is adopted by the way. 🇺🇸Rating🇺🇸→ Fluff 🇺🇸Requested🇺🇸→ Yes

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸→ 1.1k

🇺🇸Summary🇺🇸→ You and Chris have been dating for a year, but you were scared of how Chris would react to you having a child. Long story short, you two are now married.

C/N: Child name

Couldn't find a good GIF of him now so here's a pic.

Today was the day, it should’ve been a wondrous feeling, but you only felt dread. Anxiety rushed through your veins as the time to introduce your boyfriend, Chris Evans, to your adopted son/daughter drew near. You hoped he wouldn’t leave you like the others before him. 

You can remember the day you first met him. 

It's been two months since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend after finding out he cheated. You thought he was the one after he loved meeting your son/daughter and he was just an amazing person overall. He proved you wrong in a matter of a few minutes.

The cafe was modestly quiet, with people coming in and ordering their drinks and an assortment of sweets. You were moping at one of the tables in the corner, drinking a cup of coffee. You still weren’t over your ex and cried softly so as not to draw attention to yourself. 

Then he came into your view. 

You were sniffling softly with your head buried in your arms until you heard a chair screeching across from you. Someone was sitting across the table. “You okay? I couldn’t help but notice you crying.” A deep voice said, looking up to see who it was, you were smacked across the face by how handsome the man was. 

He had an oval face with a wide forehead, well balanced with the glasses complimenting his features. A notable facial feature would be the man’s facial hair. It looked bushy but well-maintained with hints of grey hairs along the brown. He had slicked-back hair that went back to the top of his nape. 

You then realize you’ve been staring for too long. “Y-yeah… I’m okay, just going through things,” you replied while looking away until the flustered feeling went away. You then hear him let out a deep chuckle, only causing you to blush in return. A hot man decides to come and speak when you’re not looking your best… you just wanted to die.

“You don’t look good, it's usually good to talk to others when something is wrong. My name is Chris, Chris Evans, by the way.” Now you know the name of this stranger, Chris Evans, and it fits perfectly with him. You were hesitant about talking to Chris, but he looked trustworthy so you began talking with him.

Chris listened to everything– besides you having a kid– and gave his opinions. It all boiled down to, “It wasn’t your fault and you shouldn’t feel like you did anything wrong.” and other things. Those words coming from him made you smile.

From that day forward, you two always met at the cafe until Chris gave you his number. You then started hanging out and doing various things together, and that’s how you started developing feelings. You refrained from telling Chris these feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship dynamic, and you doubted a man like Chris was gay or bisexual.

“I was wondering if you would like to go out with me, like an actual date.” 

That sent earthquakes rumbling through your world. Your heart fluttered with happiness and you agreed to the date. After you both went on dates, your son/daughter could notice your old self returning. They began asking questions and poking for answers, maybe since they were a child and could see everything.

After numerous dates, Chris made it official, asking you to be his boyfriend. You got excited and jumped into Chris’s arms. You smile when you feel Chris’s large arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer into his embrace. 

That leads to the situation now.

You weren’t sure how Evans would react, but he always talked about wanting kids—even if they were adopted since you both are men. Chris was passionate but said, “Only if you’re ready.” It's now or never, either way, Evans was going to find out one way or another.

Evans was asked to come to your house to talk about something important. He felt his heart drop, thinking that you wanted to break up with him but he pushed those thoughts aside. When he arrived at your place; he was met with you sitting on the couch with a young child on the side, kicking their legs before looking up and smiling.

“Are you my dad’s boyfriend? You won’t leave?” the kid said as they ran up, circling him as they inspected him. Chris felt his smile falter at the end of what the kid said. He remembers you telling him what happened with your last relationship. He wasn’t going to be like your ex.

You began explaining everything to Chris, saying how they’re adopted, likes and dislikes, and other things. “This is c/n. They’re my adopted son/daughter.” Chris smiled, his heart swelling as he gave his hand out and introduced himself. 

Chris was an amazing father. He showed your child the love they needed, took them places, and gave them the things they wanted when you couldn’t provide. He also reprimanded them when they acted bad or did something. Overall, he was an amazing parent.

You have so many memories now, seeing Chris carrying C/n on his shoulders, pictures of them at amusement parks, beaches, aquariums, etc. Now, it seems like you have the family you always wanted, but you’re not husbands… yet.

“Will you marry me?” Chris said as he got on one knee and pulled out a ring. C/n was throwing rose petals as Chris was giving his proposal speech. Tears start welding in your eyes.  Chris looked handsome like this, wearing a suit, every part of him groomed.

“Yes, I will.” You said as tears rolled down your face while Chris put the ring on your finger. You examine it before hugging Evans, his large hands stroking your back.

“I have two dads now!”

XX(Timeskip 3 years)XX

Every part of your body was hurting. Your damn boss was working you to the bone, which you’ll probably complain about in your resignation letter. When you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Chris sleeping on the couch. 

Next to him was c/n sleeping as well. They must have been watching a Disney movie before falling asleep. You smiled, putting your stuff down, walking to the two, and kissing them on the forehead.

“I love you both.”

THE END

A/n: hello, my strawberries! Round two of fics beginning this year! At this rate, I’ll maybe be done in June or July. Very special thanks to @sagethegaywitch

TAGLIST: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @mack-thedork @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @zamfam4272 @ghostking4m @maxxioislost @furiousflowercreation

[jsmainblog]

not alone - spencer reid જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

requests are always open <3

spencer reid x lonely!reader

summary: reader is a university student and hits up bars as a product of feeling isolated/blown off from their friends. but this time they meet a very peculiar person who they spend the night with

a/n: okay don't judge this i'm not the best at writing smut this could be really bad

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), p in the v, not overly graphic but its still there yk

❤️‍🔥smut

Here you were again stumbling into another bar. It now seemed like a weekly occurence, which seemed a little sad. I mean if you told someone you end up in a bar at least once a week they'd think you'd have some serious drinking issues, or you were depressed, or both. These vists to bars where mainly fuelled by your friends, they were either busy studying or with their boyfriends, sometimes even leaving days to go back home when college got a bit much. So as you seated yourself at the bar you had the usual expectation of how this night was going to go, a drink and people watching probably and sulking, yeah definitely sulking.

You see the usuals at the bar. A family man slumped over his drink morosely, groups of girlfriends getting drinks and celebrating, asshole men hitting on women, two co workers drinking and laughing. Watching these people made your heart ache a little. How you so desperately wished for a little human connection right now. Any connection would do you wouldn't care, a friend, a stranger, even idle talk with bartender. You even wouldn't mind a little bit of physical connection. Your eyes scan the bar until the landed on him. This guy who sat alone sipping on a drink thoughtfully, he looked meek almost. You could tell he was the kind of guy who'd get bossed around alot by women, especially if they give him a bit of attention. So with a hesitant push to stand up you make your way over to him.

"Hi. You mind if I sit?" you question. You see his face properly for the first time.He was young, shockingly younger than you thought with big round brown eyes and soft pink lips. Why, he's got to be around your age maybe 24? 25?.

"Uh no, no I don't mind, don't mind at all." he stutters. You can see the flustered look on his face obviously indicative that he dosen't get approached alot.

"So whats your name"

"Spencer Reid. I-uhm whats your's?"

"Y/n. So what college do you go to?" you inquire. Maybe this could be your chance to befriend someone to lean on when your friends unsurprisingly blow you off once again.

"College? No I don't go to college, I uhm work for the BAU full time at the FBI." he states. Well that shocked you a bit. This young, lanky looking guy who looked like he couldn't lift anything heavier than a chair was in the FBI? You have got to be joking.

"Don't you have to have a degree for that? And your like what? 24? 25? Degrees take a long time so I'm not understanding how that lines up. Unless your a genius or something."

"I have an iq of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute" he rambles, but he notices you shoot him a 'get to the point look'. "Yes I am a genius. And to answer your question yes you need a degree, sometimes even a PHD or a B.A."

You look at him baffled, you could've deducted he was smart from his nerd get up but this smart? Wow how were you supposed to keep up?

"Wait so how old are you?" you inquire

"24"

"Oh same" you say which brings a smile to his face. A very sweet handsome smile. Oh my god are you seriously rambling about some genius you met in a bar less then 10 minutes ago?

"So whats you degree in?" You ask

"Well i have multiple degrees. I have 3 PhD's in chemistry, math and engineering and I have two B.A's in psychology and sociology. So I'm assuming you're a uni student whats your degree in? "

"History."

"Oh yeah?" he says intrigued

"Yeah." you echo like a prayer. This Spencer guy was clearly flustering you a tad and massively impressing you.

So it was even more of a shock to the system when you are clumsily unlocking your apartment dorm with his arms wrapped around you from behind sucking on your neck. The two of you still tipsy crash your lips into one anothers as soon as the door closes. You didn't have a lot of time to think but you could tell where this was going. Now Spencer is a attractive genius you met at a bar 2 hours ago, how well is he going to go during sex? The horrifying thought of him being a virgin crosses your mind as well. You wouldn't usually take a chance on a guy like Spencer but you were lonely and now well a little needy. By the time you two are stumbling into your bedroom practically glued to each other you've accepted Spencer may not satisfy you at all. You were kind of okay with that. At least you were with someone and not sulking alone in your room which you usually do at this hour.

You sit back on the beg tugging on his tie signalling for him to come with you.

"Have you had sex before?" you breathe into his lips. He laughs softly. Why was he laughing? Was he nervous? Did he think your ridiculous for asking such a question?

"Yes I have. Why don't think I can satisfy you baby?" The term of endearment flusters you once again. 'I can't believe you are getting so nervous around a guy who probably plays crosswords in his free time' you say mentally scolding yourself.

You spend so much time talking to yourself in your head you don't even notice the lower half of you is naked and he's eating you out like a man starved eliciting little moans from you. Oh so he's good. You were a little annoyed about his awkwardness falsely led you to thinking he would suck. But you were so wrong. You can't even focus on the pleasure he's giving you because your just thinking about him. How.. No, no not perfect he is. Okay well maybe he's a little perfect. No hookup had ever treated you so gently before. His hand's cradled the backs of his thighs tracing little comforting patterns. You had to admit it gave you a little whiplash. Here he was being all gentle and soothing while his head was practically smooshed into the junction of your thighs. Your hand combs through his mousy hair tugging at the strands. No hookup had ever even bothered on foreplay ever, or was so generous. Your general conclusions about hookups is that 80% of the time it was more about them than you. But, it seems Spencer Reid was an anomaly. When you feel the familiar feeling of warmth and tingles wash over you he kisses your legs softly.

"Your being so good for me." he mumbles more to himself then you and you smile at his praise. He positions himself over you ridding himself of his clothes and the rest of yours between kisses.

"Seems like I got you all smiley huh sweetheart" he teases which earns him a nod and he chuckles leaning into give you a gentle kiss. The way he made you feel when he was inside you was like heaven on earth. Not only did he make you feel physically good, but he made you feel good about yourself. Confident, safe, perhaps even a little loved?

"Yeah that's it. Your being so good for me angel. There we go. Feels good huh? Better than you expected?" he murmurs gently. You roll your eyes at his little surge of confidence but nod a little as your hands tangle together.

"You're so beautiful" you blurt starry eyed before whining.

"Thank you, I should be saying that to you, you know but looks like you beat me to it." he laughs. Before you knew it that wave crashed over you again a little harder this time leading to you moaning his name a little louder than you would've liked. His movements sped up, he himself whining and groaning loudly before squeaking. His release leaking into the latex sheath. You were right about one thing he was a little submissive after all. He slowly guides himself out with a soft pop, discarding the now sticky latex and pulling his boxers on. You try to sit up but his hand guides you to gently lay back down.

"Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up angel. It's the least I can do for you." he whispers pressing a kiss to your cheek before wandering off to the bathroom. You lay there and sticky satisfied mess. Without Spencer you felt a little cold and empty, but he made you feel more at ease and safer then you'd ever felt before which astounded you. He comes back with a warm wet cloth wiping down your intimate areas and sweat all while murmuring sweet words of praise and compliments.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" you mumble quietly.

"Yeah if that's okay with you my apartments a little far from here. Just.. if I leave before you wake up I'm sorry but my work's pretty demanding. "

"No thats all good." you say as he pulls you to settle in his arms.

"Thank you" he whispers into your hair.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you like that." you smile at his sickenly sweet sentence. 'Is this guy real?' You think to yourself as you drifted into sleep enveloped by his arms.

The next morning your bed's empty but your not too torn up about it because Spencer warned you the night before. You sigh rubbing your face as you sit up and spot a note on your bedside table.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I had to leave I got called in on a case. I really enjoyed what we did last night and again I want to thank you. In fact, I liked it so much I wanna see you again. Maybe this time with a little more clothes on so we can get to know each other a bit better. Anyways heres my number and I hope we can get coffee or something along those lines its really your choice . But hopefully sometime soon :)" - Spencer

You smile at the note giddily. Maybe this was the start of something great?

[takemeapart]

fwb to lovers. super short! wrote this quickly but it’s still (mostly) proofread.

modern au. ellie x reader

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Ellie lays on your chest, her ear right above your heart. You’re both partially unclothed due to fooling around earlier but now you’re cuddled up, legs intertwined under your huge comforter. The steady beat of your heart calms her down some but she still feels anxious. She wants to ask a question that’s been eating at her since shortly after you two started this whole friends with benefits arrangement a month ago.

She knows she doesn’t really have a right to feel jealous. She knows. But it doesn’t stop the ugly feeling from creeping up at the thought of you seeing other people.

Before she can help it, it comes out. “Are you seeing anyone else?” She whispers into the quiet darkness of the room.

She can feel the hand you had raking through her hair stiffen, halting its movement.

“Um… Why do you ask?” You respond, your voice hesitant. Your fingers slowly return to running through her short hair again.

“Curious.” Ellie continues to stay where she’s at, too afraid to see what look you might have on your face. “So?”

She can hear your heartbeat pick up slightly.

“…I am.”

“Oh.” Ellie screws her eyes shut, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. She thought…. Maybe… She actually doesn’t know what she thought. It’s not like she asked to be exclusive but the answer hurts. She thinks she knows why the revelation hurts so bad but she shakes off the thought before she can think too deeply about it. She stays still for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your body before she abruptly sits up. “I have to go.”

She can hear you sit up, your voice laced in confusion as you watch her grab her clothes off the floor. “Wait, why? What’s wrong, El?”

Everything.

“Nothing.” Ellie responds, voice tight, as she hurriedly pulled on her pants.

“Wait.” You crawl near the edge of your bed and reach out for her wrist. Ellie stops at the feel of your warm hand on her, body tense.

You say her name softly and she keeps her eyes forward, refusing to look at you.

You tug her to you, her body in between your legs and your eyes searching her face while she continued to look at everything but you.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask gingerly.

“No.” Ellie says stiffly. “Why would I be mad?” She finally lets her gaze drop to you before looking away again. The way you were looking at her made her feel so vulnerable. She felt like you could probably see right through her. “It’s not like I have any right to be…” She mutters darkly, a frown forming on her face.

“Can you please look at me?” You whisper, tugging at her jeans to get her attention. “Please.” You say lowly.

Ellie looks down at you, her frown still present, waiting for you to say something.

Your cheeks were still a little flushed, your hair mussed up, and your lips still slightly swollen. Ellie felt satisfaction knowing that she was the one who made you look like that but the feeling was short lived when she remembered there was currently someone else out there potentially seeing you like that too.

You looked at her imploringly. “It was one date.”

“Okay.” Ellie resists the strong urge to squirm out of your grasp. She doesn’t really want to hear more.

“Ellie.” You stress, “I’m not sleeping with anyone else but you. And if I was, I would tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to stop seeing them?”

Yes. “You’re your own person, I can’t tell you what to do.” Ellie says gruffly, her eyes leaving yours.

She feels you grab her hand in yours. “Ellie.” She can hear the frown in your voice. “If it bothers you, just tell me.”

Ellie returns her gaze back to your face, searching for something. She bites her lips and briefly closes her eyes in defeat, her shoulders slumping forward. “I’m… sorry. I don’t know why I reacted like that.” Lie. She shakes her head. “I just… I don’t…. really like the thought of you with somebody else.”

“Why?” You press, a certain tone to your voice.

“I just said I don’t know.” She says tightly, getting slightly irritated. Did you want her to make a fool out of herself? Want her to confess just so you could possibly reject her? No thanks.

“Okay.” You say delicately, taking a deep breath. “…Can I confess something?” You ask, your hands toying with her fingers as you gaze up at her.

Ellie gives you a wary look. “…What?”

“I don’t really like the thought of you with somebody else either.”

Ellie feels her heart skip a beat. Although she feels a bit hypocritical, she still asks: “Why?”

“Because I like you.” You said simply.

“Oh.” Ellie blinks. She feels her face flush once your words actually sink in. Her heart feels like it’s going to fall out of her ass. You liked her. You actually liked her. How was it so easy for you to say it? How were you so brave?

You tug her closer, your arms wrapping around her as you press your face into her torso. “So don’t leave.” You mumble into the cotton of her shirt. “Or I’ll be really sad.”

Ellie lets a small smile spread on her lips as she looks down at you. She’s hesistant to fall back into the easy intimacy you two shared but still reaches a hand out to smooth over your hair. “Okay.”

“You didn’t say it back.” You mumble into her chest, tightening your arms around her waist.

Ellie takes a deep breath. If you could be brave, she could be brave too. “I like you too... I…I want to be exclusive.” She whispers nervously.

You pull back, looking up at her. “Okay.”

Wow, that wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. So she presses on, feeling more comfortable and confident in expressing her desires.

“And… I want to take you on a date.”

You smile and Ellie melts. “Okay.”

“And… I want you to be my girlfriend.” Ellie adds, her hand cupping your cheek.

You laugh, placing your hand over hers. “Woah, you’re full of demands today.”

Ellie pouts at you. “Is that a no?” Maybe she pushed her luck with that last request.

You pull her down for a short kiss before pulling away slightly. “Ask me again after our date.” You whisper against her lips.

Ellie bites her lips and nods. At least it’s not a no.

You pull away from her and crawl back under your sheets, patting the spot beside you. “Now take your pants off and get back in here.”

Ellie laughs and kicks off her pants, “Now look who’s making demands.”

“Oh, shut up. I really can’t believe you were going to just run away like that instead of talking to me.”

Ellie lets out an embarrassed groan, crawling in and cuddling into your side. “I was scared. I didn’t think you liked me like that.” She mumbles into your skin.

“Well, I do.”

You two lay in comfortable silence for a moment.

“…I’m happy.” Ellie whispers, her hand sliding under your shirt to clutch at your side.

You kiss her forehead. “I’m happy too.”

[kradogsrats]

Why, Exactly, Did Aaravos's Prison Fail?

Okay, so in order to understand the answer to that question, we first need to understand why it was expected to succeed. For that, we need to rewind a bit and examine the actual design and setup of the prison and its secrets.

When Aaravos was imprisoned, the Jailer split up necessary information about her design between "all" the archdragons, by which we mean it was split three ways, between Rex Igneous, Domina Profundis, and Avizandum/Zubeia:

Except... Avizandum wasn't actually given information about the prison, he was given a way to verify that Aaravos was still inside it:

So there are really only two clues about the prison: it's location (the center of the Sea of the Castout) and it's nature (a pearl).

That wouldn't exactly be a very complicated puzzle, except it takes into account the archdragons' natures and their dynamic with each other. The prison doesn't need to be opened in order to check whether Aaravos is still there, so the archdragons as a whole can't be tricked into opening the prison by making them doubt whether or not he's still safely confined. However, with the mirror as the only way Aaravos could conceivably communicate with the outside world, it's also the main weak point. If Avizandum or Zubeia were somehow compromised by his manipulations, they could conceivably get the other parts of the puzzle and open the prison—except for the fact that (even if they weren't all rivals for the same throne) Avizandum and Rex Igneous have beef, and Zubeia and Domina Profundis have (a much smaller amount) of beef. The trust isn't there for either of them to just hand their key over.

Additionally, it's set up so Rex Igneous physically has the information, but doesn't know it in a way that he can divulge it, and Domina Profundis knows the information, but doesn't have it in a way that can be taken from her. Rex Igneous is a beefy hothead susceptible to manipulation, but he can't tell you the prison's location. You have to kill/incapacitate him and find it. Domina Profundis appears to be more of a talker and is probably a good bit less powerful outside of her element, but killing or incapacitating her means she can't tell you the prison's nature. She has to be convinced.

Then, they erased Aaravos from history, meaning that once he's forgotten, no one can just stumble upon his story and decide to free him. The only way he's getting out is if he can convince and instruct someone through the mirror.

This was actually a pretty dang good plan. It just... didn't work.

Both teams wind up with two of the three clues: Team Stop Aaravos (Callum, Rayla, Ezran, etc.) has the mirror (with Aaravos helpfully confirming for them that he's actively on his way to escape) and the prison's nature. Team Free Aaravos (Claudia, Terry, Viren) has the mirror (and Aaravos's instructions) and the prison's location. Team Stop Aaravos gets the prison's location thanks to Akiyu's security breach, but Team Free Aaravos is able to go straight for the finish line.

Why does Sir Sparklepuff go straight from "lizard in a hat" to "blood of child," with no stop at "lizard with a party tooter"? Well, because there has been a second security breach, all along:

At the time Aaravos was imprisoned, no one knew he was connected to dark mages.

Yes, mages were his prey... but everything Zubeia describes is in terms of psychological manipulation. Despite having "strong minds and strong hearts":

Not "particularly dark mages," or even "particularly humans." Zubeia never even suggests that Aaravos wasn't working both sides of the Border at once (he was).

So this? Completely unanticipated:

Now, presumably that kind of direct, hostile-takeover possession is limited by, say... line-of-sight. (Unless there's an alternate connection, i.e. The Worm.) If Aaravos was able to possess any dark mage at any time, he would not have been in that prison for 300 years.

But there's also this:

and this:

and, of course, this:

Now, Aaravos can obviously also communicate with people within range who aren't dark mages, like Terry. However, because Aaravos himself doesn't know the nature of his prison, he still can't just tell them directly how to find it... except that with a dark mage, he can also sense and influence them. Claudia doesn't need to know the nature of the prison, she just has to get close enough to play Hot-and-Cold with Aaravos until he gets her hands on it.

The prison was, of course, designed by a human mage:

No one has ever said the Jailer was a dark mage, but come on. Presumably she also didn't know about Aaravos's connection to dark magic. Her designing the prison also didn't alert him to the betrayal, so she's unlikely to have been in league with or influenced by him at that point.

I do have to wonder if that's entirely accurate, though... because there's actually a a fourth piece of the puzzle, or at least an element considered as important as the others:

It's unclear exactly what role the staff is expected to play in Aaravos's return, beyond that it needs to be kept away from him and his followers. Presumably if it could be destroyed, it would have been... but given that it survived a direct hit of archdragon fire without even a scorch mark, it seems safe to say that there's no known way to get rid of it.

It's also unclear whether the staff was somehow at play in the events leading up to Aaravos's imprisonment, but where does it eventually turn up after his defeat and the Orphan Queen establishing a new royal line in Katolis? Somewhere that means it has been in the hands of Katolis's high mages for at least three generations, 300-odd years later.

After Viren is defeated at the Storm Spire, however, the staff doesn't go back to Katolis's new high mage—even though Callum is a primal mage, Ezran's brother, and a key participant in returning Zym and defending him and Zubeia. You'd think that, if there had ever been any intent to keep the staff in Katolis, he'd be considered pretty trustworthy. (Aside from being like... fourteen years old.) The Orphan Queen kept the Novablade, after all, and no one seems all that fussed about that. But instead, Zubeia secures the staff in her own hoard at the Storm Spire. This could be just a precaution, with the mirror's location unknown... but it could also be that the staff wasn't meant to stay in human hands.

(Though, I mean... you'd think it would be pretty easy to put together that whoever "killed" the dragon prince probably also took the mirror, and they already know enough about who killed Avizandum to target Harrow and Ezran. I really don't know why Zubeia wasn't like "hey, you don't happen to have recently acquired a weird mirror, have you?" at some point during those two years. Unless we're going to go the route that Ezran didn't realize Callum had the mirror, which would be... something.)

We've also seen that the staff may have an effect similar to, say, the One Ring—influencing whoever possesses it to keep and protect it, even kill and die for it. It does, after all, contain Aaravos's contingency plan (or one of them) for escaping a situation where his spirit is imprisoned in a way that prevents it from returning to the heavens for another alignment cycle. It makes sense that he'd find some way to keep it easily accessible if/when it's needed.

Whether this effect happens for all humans, only for dark mages, or under some other, even more specific criteria isn't totally clear. There are two instances where I think Viren is specifically influenced to take the staff—in Umber Tor, and when he decides to return to Katolis. However, he has to pick it up in Umber Tor because Claudia just kind of... left it? Possibly whatever is exerting the influence, whether it's Aaravos or something about the staff itself (or the quasar diamond), it's smart enough not to make Claudia and Viren go all Smeagol and Deagol on each other. Similarly, Claudia completely abandons the staff with Callum when she escapes after their fight—whether because the staff, without its quasar diamond and importance for freeing Aaravos from his prison, is no longer of particular use to Aaravos, or because he wants Callum to have it.

Anyway, with the Novablade going to Katolis with the Orphan Queen for safekeeping after Aaravos is imprisoned, it seems reasonable enough to assume that's also when the staff made its way there (if it wasn't there already, in the hands of the king or mages Aaravos was manipulating at the time). It also makes sense that if she trusted the Jailer, she would, y'know... let the mage handle the magic shit, like dealing with the staff. Meanwhile, if Aaravos was able to exert just the smallest amount of influence on the Jailer without being found out? Keep the staff would be a very good start to his eventual escape.

Keep it secret, keep it safe. All without realizing who you're keeping it safe for, rather than from. One day, he'll call.

[yoonjae20]

Batfam + Danny go on vacation [Bruce/Danny; Spirit Halloween]

Finally we are here at the Beach episode! /joking (well mostly lol). Also we get a much needed conversation between Damian and Danny.

Read on ao3. Masterpost

Previous.

“So I have been thinking,” Danny starts as they are laying in bed, both of them winding down after a long day. Bruce raises an eyebrow when his husband doesn’t continue. 

“Yes?” he prompts and closes the book he had been reading, settling it on the nightstand.

“I feel like we deserve a nice vacation,” Danny finally says.

Bruce knits his eyebrows together, but doesn’t disagree. 

“We’ll have to coordinate the patrols, but I guess we should be able to make a trip for a few days.”

Danny exhales, shaking his head as he smiles at Bruce. 

“I meant with the whole family.”

Bruce’s eyes widen and he just stares at Danny. 

“Yes, that means even Duke and Alfred,” Danny adds. “Barbara and Steph too if they feel like it. They should get a chance to relax.” 

Bruce presses his lips into a fine line. 

“We can’t let Gotham stay unprotected.”

Danny sighs like he expected this. 

“We could always ask Clark-“

Bruce bristles, narrowing his eyes as if he can’t believe what Danny just said. 

“No way I’m letting him protect my city!” 

Danny rolls his eyes before he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Do you trust Clark?” he questions, staring his husband down. 

Bruce squirms in his spot.

“Yes, but-“

“And if Clark asked you to protect Metropolis for him, would you deny him?” Danny interrupts. 

“No of course not-“

“Then why don’t you extend him the same trust?” Danny huffs out a breath. “He’s literally your best friend Bruce, and we both know you don’t have a lot of those.”

Bruce doesn’t pout — for the record he doesn’t pout. He grunts, not meeting Danny’s eyes. 

“I thought the sessions with Jazz were helping?” Danny asks as the man doesn’t answer. “You know you don’t have to keep pushing away people just because you are afraid of them getting hurt. You and I both know that if something really bad happens I can transport us back to Gotham in a blink.”

“It would be nice to have a vacation once in a while,” Bruce finally admits. “It’s just with everything going on lately… I feel uneasy.”

Danny lets out a fond huff as he kisses the man's cheek. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard, right?”

“I hate that I don’t find that patronizing.”

Danny chuckles.

“The perks of being your husband, I guess,” he says cheekily before he reaches over to the lamp on his nightstand, turning it off. “I’ll bring up the idea to the rest of the family tomorrow.”

“I guess I don’t have a say in the matter,” Bruce sighs but it’s fond. 

“You know the saying — Happy husband, happy life.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme.”

Danny hushes him and Bruce rolls his eyes before he also turns off his lamp. 

“Danny?” he extends into the dark.

His husband hums as Bruce finds his hand under the blanket. 

“I love you.”

Bruce can hear Danny’s smile in his voice.

“I love you too.”  

They draw a lot of attention as they arrive at the airport despite them taking a private plane. They stop for a moment outside the Gate as Danny does a headcount — making sure nobody got lost (or more like they saw something suspicious and decided to investigate. Yes, Danny is talking about Tim or Bruce.) 

Danny claps to get everyone’s attention, the squabbling and banter finally stopping.

“Does everyone have their luggage?” Danny asks. “I know we can easily replace any clothes and essentials, but I know for fact that some of you went behind my back and packed your costumes and weapons nevertheless.”

Danny’s gaze heads to Damian and Tim, the latter who doesn’t meet his eyes. Damian just stares at him with a neutral expression. Danny sighs and shakes his head.

“But I guess it’s asking too much to expect a family full of vigilantes to go anywhere without a safety blanket.”

“Not everyone can simply transform Magical Girl style,” Jason snarks.

Danny narrows his eyes. 

“We both know you are the one who is the most strapped to hell,” Danny says. “Do you want me to confiscate everything?” 

Jason takes it as the warning it is and shuts his mouth. Danny huffs out a breath. 

“I thought so,” Danny states. “Then let’s get out here before the paparazzi flocks here. Everyone on social media must know where we are by now.”

The kids fall in line and Danny and Bruce form the final light. Bruce chuckles. 

“I never thought I would miss your bossy side,” he says. “You used to nag me constantly.”

Danny raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to stir that hornets’ nest?”

Bruce laughs as he puts a hand around Danny’s waist as they walk. 

“Of course not — it’s more amusing to not be at the end of it.” 

“Well Alfred told me quite some interesting stories-“

Bruce leaves his side and quickly hurries with long strides to catch up with his kids. Danny shakes his head with a smile while Alfred looks at him and Bruce with a knowing smirk. I guess some things never change, Danny thinks to himself fondly.

They arrive at their rented penthouse, all of them going to their assigned rooms to sleep off the jet lag until dinner. Danny pulls out something more comfortable to wear from his suitcase when he sees Bruce settled on the balcony, anxiously staring at his phone.

He lets out a sigh, abandoning the clothes as he steps out. He snatches his husband’s phone, ignoring his protests.

“I told you no social media or reading business emails while we are on vacation,” Danny chides. “Clark will be fine. Steph and Barbara stayed behind as well. Stop catastrophizing.” 

Danny glances at the news headlines for Gotham, snickering when he sees the prank Jason and him did on Joker. The graffiti almost looks even better than during the night. It had been quite a rush job to make sure they would have enough time until the flight, but somehow they managed. (It might have helped that Danny used some doppelgängers too.) 

They are hoping to draw the rogue out of hiding. He’s been suspiciously quiet the last few months. 

“I should have known it was you,” Bruce sighs, “Did it have to be on the Wayne Enterprises building?”

Danny shrugs with a fake innocent smile.

“How can I deny our son?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips perk up into a fond smile as he hums. 

“Our son,” he murmurs. “I quite like that.”

Danny snorts.

“Of course you would,” he teases before shooing the man inside their room again. “Now let’s go take a nap — I know you are tired too, you can’t fool me.”

“I changed my mind,” Bruce banters. “I don’t like your bossy side.”

“Too late,” Danny says as he pushes him onto the bed, caging the man inside his arms as he smiles.

His core purrs under his chest as Bruce looks at him with obvious adoration. He leans down and kisses the man, sleep quickly forgotten.

Danny sits down on the pier next to Damian who has his knees tucked under his chin.

“Not enjoying the vacation?” Danny asks softly.

Damian doesn’t really react to hearing his voice other than his eyebrows crinkling and Danny has to hold back a coo at the sight of it — he could never be angry at Damian despite what Ra’s did, the boy was just too much like his father. He hums, contemplating if he should give the boy space or push through his obvious discomfort. 

He decides to do the former — Danny doesn’t know the boy long enough to truly understand him. While he might act similar to Bruce, there is no 28 year old relationship between them. No unbroken trust. He also has a feeling that Damian would find it patronizing if he treated him a child — no matter that he is one. (And how much anger Danny feels at the fact that he grew up having no real childhood.) 

He moves to stand but before he can Damian catches his wrist. Danny freezes, but the boy still doesn’t look him in the eyes as he obviously tries to collect himself. 

“Aren’t you angry?” Damian questions. “At what Mother and Grandfather did? At me?”

“I’m angry about a lot of things,” Danny says, keeping his voice calm. “You’ll have to specify on what.”

Damian frowns, dropping his wrist as he pulls his legs even closer.

“I should have never existed,” he says, voice monotone. “How can I call myself the heir of Father’s mantle, when, if it weren’t for Grandfather’s meddling, I would have never been created?”

Danny takes a deep breath, suppressing the rage welling up in him.

“I know for a fact that your father never regretted taking you in,” Danny says. “He always wanted biological children — yes what your grandfather did was despicable, but you know that Bruce doesn’t blame you, right?”

Damian gulps audibly. 

“Why wouldn’t he regret it?” he questions. “I’m feral, angry and violent. I can’t read social cues and I don’t trust people. I treated Drake and the rest horribly…” His voice breaks. “I’d rather call people by their surnames than admit that they are important to me.”

“You didn’t call me by my surname,” Danny interjects gently.

Damian finally looks up, struggling to keep his composure and the expression in his eyes is something Danny is way too familiar with. He lets out a sigh as he projects his movements, giving Damian enough time to draw back if he doesn’t want to be touched. When he doesn’t even twitch, Danny crouches down and tucks his head into his chest.

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Danny soothes as the boy breaks down. “No matter what you think you did, I forgive you.”

Damian clutches Danny’s shirt — for the first actually crying and letting it all out. 

“He cried himself out,” Danny whispers as he leans at the door frame, looking at Bruce who strokes through the boy’s hair, where he is settled on their bed. Bruce trembles with barely suppressed fury.

“I should have confronted Ra’s and Talia when I took him in.”

Danny sighs as he crosses his arms. 

“You know that wouldn’t have changed a thing,” he says, walking over to the man and Damian, rubbing Bruce’s shoulder. “Damian would have taken it as an attack on his honor.”

“Then after this vacation-” Bruce's voice rises.

“Bruce,” Bruce closes his mouth at Danny’s tone. “He has made so much progress. Do you really want to set him back?”

Bruce presses his lips together.

“You can accompany him if he wants to do it himself,” Danny adds. “But what he really needs right now is you.”

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh.

“I know,” he accepts. “It's just not fair” He squeezes his eyes close. “Not only did they take away the chance of having my first biological child, but they didn’t even tell me about him until it was almost too late. I never saw his first steps. I never heard his first words. I never held him in my arms when he was a baby.”

Bruce balls his left hand into a fist, gritting his teeth. Danny takes his hand, slowly prying it open and holding it before he can hurt himself, carefully brushing over crescent shaped indents. 

“You saw him making friends for the first time. You heard his first real, happy laugh. You held him, showing him that touch can be something other than violence,” Danny counters. “We can always make new memories.”

Bruce turns, hugging his stomach as he buries his head in it.

“What did I do without you for 22 years?” the man asks and Danny chuckles, blinking back tears.

“I wonder the same.”

They are relaxing on the beach loungers watching over the rest of their family goofing off in the water, splashing each other as they laugh when Danny gets the alert. He frowns as he looks at the contents. Instantly Bruce notices, looking away from Damian who for once also participates — him and Tim teaming up against the rest — knitting his eyebrows together.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny sighs before he forces a smile on his lips. 

“Kingly duty calls,” he lies. “I’ll try to be quick.”

He gives Bruce a quick peck on his lips before he opens a portal, disappearing in it.

It’s only later that the rest of the family realizes that Jason disappeared after he excused himself to get himself a cold glass of water too. 

Both of them only return a day later, covered in blood. 

Bruce’s hands had shook when he saw them, trembling over their forms when he checked them for any injuries. It was only when Danny gave him a smile that he relaxed. 

“It’s not either of our blood,” Danny explains, “Or did you forget that both our blood is contaminated by ectoplasm?”

He grasps Bruce’s both hands, settling one of them over his heart and the other over Jason’s — who surprisingly doesn’t even protest.

“We are fine, Bruce.”

Bruce still clutches both of them close. (He knows what they did, but the only important thing to him is that they are safe.)

“Group hug!” Dick exclaims and runs up to them, quickly forming a cuddle pile as the rest join. 

Danny ruffles Damian’s hair when the boy leans against him. Yes, they are safe. (And nobody will be able to change that — Danny will make sure of it.)

[butterflywingswrites]

reposting all my anon fics in one place. enjoy 🤗

giving caitlin a massage on vacation part 4

caitlin absentmindedly ran her fingers up and down your thigh as you watched tv. sitting like this always turned you on in college but that was before you had sex. now sitting between her legs with your back against her chest after you had sex was making you impossibly turned on. trying to give her some normalcy by holding back was proving to be very difficult when one of her hands is on your thigh and the other one is on your shoulder with her toned arm across your chest. she snapped you out of your thoughts by calling you your nickname

“just curious, what type of girls are you into?” caitlin inquired. you thought carefully about your words. caitlin was your type to a t but surely admitting that would not be giving her some normalcy

“i like pretty girls” you weren’t lying

“mhmm. i like pretty girls too. are you a boobs or an ass girl?” you weren’t sure why she was asking but you answered truthfully

“i guess i’m an ass girl but the most attractive feature on a girl to me is strong thighs” maybe that was too truthful

“strong thighs. interesting. so you like athletes?” her tone was a little mischievous, like she was about to do something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. she moved her hand from your shoulder to move your hair to one side. you gulped. what was she doing?

“yes”

“have you ever wanted to fuck a teammate?” caitlin moved her lips close to your ear and dropped her tone to a whisper “i have” she kissed behind your ear then slowly and softly down your neck. both of her hands were touching your legs, her long fingers ghosting up and down the inside of your thighs. fuck it, this was her initiating. her kisses reached the bottom of your neck and she softly dragged her lips back up to your ear

“answer me” she commanded, still in a whisper “have you ever wanted to fuck a teammate?” before you had time to answer, she went back to placing soft kisses down your neck. you moved your hands to the back of her head into her hair and let out a whine

“yes. yes i have” you could feel her smiling against your neck. she continued her soft neck kisses and tracing the inside of your thighs. she kissed to the bottom of your neck and again dragged her lips back to your ear

“which. one. tell. me” caitlin demanded an answer, each word its own distinct sentence. fuck. you loved teasing her this morning but having her be more aggressive with you was amazing

“you. it’s always been you” oh fuck too vulnerable. at least you stopped short of telling her you loved her. she smiled again and hummed against your neck

“always? just like i always thought you had pretty underwear? just like i always noticed how beautiful you are? just like i always wanted to fuck you” caitlin said the last sentence as a statement instead of a question. your heart started racing. she always wanted to fuck you? why didn’t she make a move until this morning? why didn’t she notice you wanted her? why didn’t you notice she wanted you? fuck it, you were already in too deep. the way she was kissing your neck and touching your thighs, you probably would’ve confessed to murder if she asked

“yes. i’ve always wanted you”

“you look so pretty like this, all out of breath and turned on” caitlin giggled against your neck “i think i’m going to leave you like that”

“caitlin?!” she couldn’t seriously be stopping now

“payback for this morning” she said as she took your hands out of her hair and gave you a final kiss on your neck. she moved her hands from your thighs to her sides. you turned your head to face her. you batted your eyelashes and pouted a bit

“please caity?” you hoped using her nickname would make her sway

“you took forever to give me head this morning. you deserve this” you batted your eyelashes and pouted again “your cute eyes and pouty lips aren’t going to change my mind. let’s order some room service. i think they have chocolate covered strawberries”

she pecked your still pouted lips then reached for the room service menu. you stayed staring at her, completely dumbfounded. if she always wanted to fuck you and you always wanted to fuck her, why were you not currently fucking? did she also have feelings or was it just sex for her? maybe you were projecting but it felt like she also had feelings. would this ruin the friendship? caitlin used your nickname. you loved when she called you that

“if i got chocolate covered strawberries would you split it with me?” you nodded, not trusting your voice. she grabbed the phone and placed the order with room service

“20 minutes” she said to you as she hung up the phone “come lay back down”

you laid back down on her chest. she wrapped her arms around your stomach and gently kissed you on the head. the sweetness of her touch gave you hope that she also had feelings. as you watched tv and waited for the strawberries, she traced little circles on your stomach. it felt intimate and soft, like you were girlfriends. you couldn’t even be mad that you weren’t fucking because this was so sweet. you let yourself relax in caitlin’s strong arms until you hear a knock at the door. that must’ve been the shortest 20 minutes of your life. caitlin untangled herself from you to open the door

“we didn’t order champagne” you heard her say to the room service waiter

“each order of chocolate covered strawberries comes with a small bottle of champagne” the waiter said as he wheeled the cart with the strawberries and champagne into the room “for the lovely couple”

you smiled and covered your face at his comment. the lovely couple. he thought you were a couple. you smiled even harder as caitlin let the waiter leave without correcting him. caitlin poured the champagne into the glasses and sat on the bed. you turned your body to face her. she handed you a glass

“to us”

“to us” you clinked glasses and drank the champagne. she took your glass and put both of the glasses to the side. she pulled the cart closer to the bed, moved behind you, and pulled you back onto her chest. that position you’ve been in so many times held so much more weight now after the sex and confessions. you really hoped your feelings didn’t ruin anything

“stop overthinking and eat the strawberries” you swore she read your mind. she was right, clearly there’s no weirdness between you two. worst case scenario you would end up being friends that fucked. as long as you didn’t lose her, you could handle any other consequences. you and caitlin watched tv while you enjoyed the strawberries, the champagne making you a little less nervous. you weren’t going to lose her and that’s what mattered. caitlin giggled cutely

“hey pretty girl. do i have chocolate on my fingers?” she put her big hands in front of your face. she could see her hands and fingers perfectly fine, why was she asking you?

“yeah a little bit” she placed her index and middle finger on your lips. your lips automatically parted a little. she dragged her fingers up and down your lips

“can you clean them off for me?” oh

“mhmm” you made a noise of affirmation. slowly, she put her fingers in your mouth. she moved her fingers in and out of your mouth as you sucked on them. they were so long and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. you’ve always been entranced with her hands and fingers, noticing how big and strong they are. you’ve thought about her hands pinning you down and her fingering you countless times. now there was nothing more you wanted than her fingers inside you. they were so long you just knew they would feel amazing. she abruptly pulled her fingers out of your mouth

“actually i think my hands are sticky and i need to wash them. you should probably wash yours too” you let out a small groan as she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bathroom

[rei-rei-writes2039]

don't leave - m. rempe

summary ࣪ ִֶָ☾. what could have been a relationship altering argument fizzled out into a cozy night with matt.

authors note ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Probably doesn't make sense....not edited, simply was bored, you can probably see where I stopped writing one day and went back a week later

Warnings ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Angst but mostly fluff, language, maybe? Un-edited, boring, no real plot, maybe

To say today wasn't hard for the both of you after a specific point would be a lie. Matt had a game today and missed a goal by a mere 6 inches and was getting chirped non-stop by his teammates, he tried his best to cool off in the locker room after his post-game routine but he just couldn't. When he got home you proposed getting dinner, which he mindlessly agreed to, not caring enough after that disaster of a game. You ended up going to a casual chain restaurant to get some food quick before heading back home. At home you asked if he needed anything before you headed to bed which was met with a sharp "if I needed anything, don't you think I would have asked?" from the man. You left him in the living room while you went to bed, nearly being asleep when he walks in to lay down.

Once he laid down I got up and grabbed my pillow, not wanting to be so close to the ticking time bomb that was Matt Rempe for right now.

"Where are you going?" He asked quietly but there was still a tinge of anger in his voice.

"Uh...the couch..." you replied, trying to stay short to not piss him off at all.

"No the hell you're not, come lay down" he said, talking a little louder now.

"Matt."

"Baby."

"Goodnight."

"No."

You rolled your eyes. "Why not?"

"Because."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Why, Matthew?"

He cringed at the use of his full name but stayed silent, feeling guilty.

"Hello? Matt?" You asked, waving you hand to get his attention. "Earth to Rempe...anyone there?"

"Yeah sorry...I just....can't sleep without you by me." He admitted timidly.

He got yet another look of disbelief from you as you looked him up and down. "Matt you spend half your nights in different states or in canada....what?"

He looked at you pleadingly. "M'sorry..."

"W-what?"

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have snapped earlier....even if it wasn't big, I'm still sorry." He said gently, kindly apologizing for earlier. "Please baby...I don't want this to break us up I just-"

"Waitwaitwaitwait Matt what?" I sat next to him on the bed. "What makes you think this is gonna break us up?"

He looked sad, but not a sad you'd seen, it was fear. Feeling as if he'd lose you from one incident. "P-please don't leave me...please?"

I looked at him in disbelief again but not in the same way as earlier. "Matt... I'm not gonna leave you...this stuff gets scary but I'm not leaving you." I reassured. "When I'm committed I don't back down, bub, especially not with you."

He sighed in relief and laid back on the bed. "I'm sorry, today's been so stressful..." he admitted softly, trying to think of more to say before his train of thought was cut off by you.

"No, don't apologize, I'd be passed after that game too, I'm not gonna hold it against you." You laid next to him. "Did you like dinner?" You asked quietly, an entertaining change of topic.

He laughed. "Yeah, it was good, almost gourmet." He said with a giggle, thinking back on the fast food you picked up on the way home. "I'm gonna get ready for bed...." he said before sitting up and putting a hand on your leg. "Need anything?"

"No, honey, but thank you. I'll get up and get ready for bed in a minute." You answered his question with a smile, relaxing into the warm and inviting mattress.

He got up and started heading towards the door to the hallway, to head to the bathroom, looking back again. "You're sure you don't need anything, like a snack, or water?" He asked again.

"Yes, goof. Go get ready for bed." You joked as he finally walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes you got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready too, needing to brush your teeth and do your skincare still.

After you both finished getting ready, you went to bed, snuggling close in the new England wintery cold, seeking warmth in one another.

"I'm sorry-" he started.

"-oh not again....Matt it's okay." You reassured. "Stop stressing, you're gonna go gray before the season's over..."

After that he shut up and cuddled into your embrace, glad a small argument didn't turn into a big fight. Ultimately grateful he has you for as long as you're willing to put up with him. He loves you more than he'd ever be willing to admit, being the scary, tough hockey player he is. But sometimes, you're just too perfect, he can't not be head over Okay!

Tags ࣪ ִֶָ☾. @beenucks @azuredawn81 @heartsforjh @rowdyluv and @babygirlboeser bc she showed a little interest

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

He would have to learn more about the Cetran heritage, especially now. Sure, he had gotten his fair share of education and lessons on neighbouring kingdoms and their customs. But it would be entirely different now… if all these talks went through, then he would have a wife of Cetran blood. It was the bare minimum respect to know her culture by heart then. And with how Aerith was… it did not seem like work now anymore.

She was kind. She was strong. She was smart. She had wit. She was undeniably beautiful. And… she seemed to like what he could do.

 Watching her interact with his magic, how she commented on it and complimented him… it stroked his ego, of course. But it also made something in his chest feel… warmer. As if a vessel was filled with that warm milk and honey she seemed to favour so much.

He was not powerful. And neither was he popular. One day she would notice. But at the moment, she seemed to think he was both. And the way she looked at him…

Somnus turned to her fully. The sword in his hand vanishing alongside all the circling weapons so only a blue shimmering hue was remaining in the air around them, swirling like the tendrils of her Lifestream.

Aerith asked a question that… he was not prepared to answer. Not fully. There were so many things happening at once in the past two days. Less than that, if he was being honest.

 As royals, of course an arranged marriage had been at the horizon. But Somnus had thought he would have more time. And maybe a little luck like her parents had. That was rare, though. Marriage was political in their standings. And while there surely were a lot of loveless and barely tolerable marriages among the rulers of this world… maybe, just maybe they both could have had it worse.

So far she had given him no reason to dread a future with her. Not at all… quite the opposite.

The little amused noise coming from him was a gentle one. Softer than his usual demeanour, mustering her with a tilted head and a smile playing around one corner of his mouth.

“I would.”

It was that simple, wasn’t it?

Could he imagine them? Standing there, in the circle of many others. With a priest at their side. They would both wear finer clothes than even last evening’s attire. But quite simple in their own way. Pure whites and the colors of their lands. Surely Aerith would weave flowers into her hair and wear golden bracelets. He would have a wreath of his own, made from the olive twigs of Lucis’ gardens.

He could imagine taking her hands and saying yes.

But that fantasy seemed so unreal still. And so far away. A little too hopefully maybe. And a little too dreamy. This was an arranged marriage, right? So he should handle it with the demanded respect and care. The futures of two lands depended on that.

“… listen, Aerith. I know you hoped for something different. You told me, that you hoped you could marry out of love like your mother did. The talks that now happen without us present, the decisions that were made yesterday did not happen like you wished. Even before that, you came here to marry a stranger man. Now it is not my brother, but me. I hope that is not too much of a disappointment. And I do not know what the future brings… maybe I can not offer you that marriage proposal coming from a secret lover after months of knowing and loving each other. But I will do my best to ensure you have a good life. And I hope one filled with happiness. That I can swear.”

Aerith visibly perked up at his question. Few ever made the connection, so her nod was a rather excited one. "Something like that! I mean..." she gestured to him. "It comes down to your beliefs. What came first, your God, the crystal, or were they completely separate and became entwined with one another?"

She then swept her hand to rest on her own chest. "The Cetra believe that the Lifestream came first. That we draw our power from it. Yet we also believe that Minerva is the Goddess of the Lifestream. She is the voice of our Planet, and its protector. There is a lot of debate among our scholars about when the Goddess appeared, but it is widely accepted that she became one with the Lifestream when a star fell from the sky. It was a tale that always fascinated me, I must admit."

Her mother never grew tired of telling her the story, perhaps because she knew her daughter would one day outgrow asking for the tale.

It took more will power than she would care to admit for her to remain as she was. There was a small pull, where Aerith wished to step forward to close the distance.

That need for space became abundantly clear when Somnus summoned a greatsword from thin air. She gasped a sharp breath at the sight — that was the magic! The one that had danced along her arm. It felt cool, because it was... crystal shards. Fine, blue little specks.

Aerith couldn't even give voice to a tease. She could have pointed out 'that's not a shield you're holding', and good thing she kept that silent. Unable to keep her hand to herself, she immediately reached out, curious about the shift of magic in front of herself — a shield, existing faintly, pulled from the crystal?

His comment drew her attention to him again, if briefly. "Whoa!" she reacted, her mouth dropped open. A laugh bubbled up as she half-circled him, admiring the spectacle that was his whole armoury on display.

"This is amazing! Are you sure you aren't a god?!" she practically crowed, testing her luck as she reached for the shield. It altered its gentle path, and she was allowed to 'hold' it long enough to witness the pulse of more detail. Letting it go again she watched it easily drift back onto its path circling around Somnus.

Like a child chasing a wave, she challenged the circle by stepping through when lesser-sharp weapons were in front of her, and they parted harmlessly, no sharp edges ever coming close to touching so much as a hair on her.

"When we're standing at an altar, and some ancient priest asks whether you will marry me — would you consider saying yes?" she smiled to him a little hopelessly. Honestly. He was the hidden gem of the Lucis kingdom.

[prettygirl-gabi]

"Triple Threat"

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: reader is dating both....but separately

Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem reader, Chris sturniolo x fem reader

Fandom:Sturniolo Triplets x Women's basketball

Summary: Q&A's = free passes...

@chrissbbydoll

I never imagined my casual answer to an innocent question during a live Q&A would set off the wildest chain of events in my life. But here I was, sitting cross-legged on the couch in Chris’s apartment, nervously scrolling through my phone while he laughed at the chaos I unknowingly unleashed.

It started out simple enough. Chris and I were live-streaming, chatting about random topics, when someone in the comments asked, “Who’s your celebrity crush?”

I hesitated, glancing at Chris, who was lounging beside me with his usual nonchalant smirk. “You’re really going to make me answer that with him right here?”

Chris raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Oh, come on. I’m not insecure. Go ahead, say it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine. Paige Bueckers.”

The chat exploded instantly, fans spamming shocked emojis and comments like: “PAIGE?!” “OMG SAME” and “Chris, how are you not jealous rn???”

I laughed, holding my hands up defensively. “Listen, if I ever had a free pass to date anyone other than Chris, it’d have to be Paige. She’s insanely talented, gorgeous, and seems super sweet. Can you blame me?”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Honestly? I’d date Paige too.”

The chat went ballistic again, and we moved on, not thinking much of it. Little did I know, the internet never forgets.

A Few Hours Later

“Babe, have you seen Twitter?” Chris asked, walking into the living room with his phone in hand.

“No, why?” I frowned, setting mine down.

He tossed his phone onto my lap, and I froze. On the screen was a clip of my Q&A answer, captioned: “Reader has a crush on Paige Bueckers, and Chris is totally fine with it 💀.” It already had thousands of views, and people were tagging Paige in the comments.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, covering my face. “Why did I say that?!”

Chris snorted, sitting beside me. “Because it’s true? Relax, it’s funny.”

“Yeah, until Paige actually sees it and thinks I’m a weirdo.”

Chris shrugged. “If she does, maybe she’ll DM you. You could shoot your shot.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re the worst.”

Two Days Later

I was in the middle of editing some photos when my phone buzzed with a notification. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name: Paige Bueckers.

“What the…?” I whispered, unlocking my phone to read her DM.

Hey, saw the clip from your live. Gotta say, I’m flattered. Wanna grab coffee sometime?

I stared at the message, my brain short-circuiting. Chris walked in, munching on a bag of chips.

“Why are you just sitting there like a statue?” he asked, peering over my shoulder.

I turned the screen toward him. His eyebrows shot up, and he whistled. “Well, look at that. Your crush slid into your DMs. Guess you’re famous now.”

“Chris, what do I say?!”

“Uh, yes?” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Go meet her. I’ll even drive you.”

Meeting Paige

Paige was even more incredible in person. She was warm, funny, and so down-to-earth that I almost forgot she was a basketball superstar. We bonded over our shared love of photography and basketball, and before I knew it, we were hanging out regularly.

Chris was surprisingly chill about the whole thing, often teasing me about my “Paige dates.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he’d say with a wink whenever I left to meet her.

A Year Later

Paige and I had become close friends, and my feelings for her had evolved into a deep admiration. But I was oblivious to the conversations happening behind the scenes between her and Chris.

One night, Paige invited me to dinner at her place. When I arrived, Chris was already there, casually lounging on her couch like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.

Chris smirked. “We’ve been talking.”

“About…?”

Paige walked over, her smile soft but knowing. “About you.”

I blinked, looking between them. “Me? What about me?”

Chris stood and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “About how amazing you are. And how maybe… we both want to date you.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

Paige stepped closer, her eyes locking with mine. “We’ve been talking for a while, trying to figure out if this could work. We both care about you, and we don’t want to put you in a position where you feel like you have to choose.”

Chris chimed in. “So, we thought… why not try this together?”

My heart raced as I processed their words. “You’re both serious about this?”

Paige nodded. “Only if you’re okay with it.”

Chris grinned. “So, what do you say, superstar?”

Epilogue

The three of us found a rhythm that worked. Paige brought excitement and adventure, Chris brought humor and comfort, and I felt like the luckiest person in the world to have them both by my side.

Our unique relationship wasn’t without its challenges, but with love, communication, and a lot of patience, we made it work. And as Paige liked to remind me whenever I doubted it:

“You said I was your free pass. Guess I took that literally.”

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️