#the broke answer is that the boots got out of my control

[weaponizedmoth]

Abigail just standing there (waiting for the bus).

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Kisses for Bad Days

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Warnings: talking about depression, language

A/N: A few days ago I was having what I call a “low day”. Transparently I’m going through my summer of healing, so I’m doing a lot of heart work and sometimes I get down. So I wrote this to just… idk cope I guess. If anyone struggles with this kind of stuff, just know you’re loved, and you’re wanted and needed. - Mo

As an aside, I’m running out of ideas!! Send me some ideas if you wantttt!!

The day started out well enough. The weather had finally turned a sweet cool, and there was a beautiful sunrise. You and Alfie shared a good strong cup of tea, he read the morning paper to you, and you gave a him more than a few kisses goodbye as he left for the office.

It was setting up to be a good day. You had a list of chores you wanted to get done, and a great meal planned out for tonight. It should have been a good day. It should have. It really should have.

Nothing, happened, per say. It was just your thoughts getting in the way. It had been like this for a few years now. Where you would get your hopes up for a good day. Have your plan. Get excited for the day. But as the day went on, you felt your body aches, your heart turning heavy, and your mind would just race without peace. Sometimes, you could control it and push through. But some days. Some days you could only lay back down and cry. Ever since you’ve started living with Alfie, you tried to keep your crying to a minimum, not letting him see you. But he’d caught you sometimes. And he’d worry and caress you, asking what was wrong, if he had done anything. Bless him. He didn’t do anything. He never did anything. Nothing happened. Nothing caused it. It just… washed over you. Shrouded you like a massive blanket that you couldn’t get out from under.

Today was a crying day. You did the best you could. The laundry was never folded. The grand meal in your mind turned into pot roast to roast in the fire for the rest of the day. Then you just crawled into bed. Laying there. Staring into space, watch the plaster on the walls change in shape. Listening to the wind and voices outside your window. Hours passed. Tears fell. And soon enough the evening sun came, and the front door rustled with the sound of Alfie’s boots.

“Darling! Sweetheart I’m home! Oh it smells great my dove. Dove? Darling?”

When Alfie heard the rustling of the sheets, he knew what kind of day it was. He just sighed, taking off his jacket and boots. He hated seeing you like this. Not because it was inconvenient or bothersome. No, just because it broke something deep within him. His darling, suffering so. Alfie was someone who found the solutions. Always had the answer. Always was able to piece together the broken china, fix the squeaky door, figure out where the draft was coming from. That’s what he does. He makes his sweet heart smile. Makes her day better. That’s what he does. It’s his joy.

Alfie knows the sadness is no one’s fault. He knows that it just is, and maybe one day it’ll leave you. He just wishes he could take it from you. He wishes that if anything, he could hold it for you. He felt helpless not being able to carry it for you. All he could do was be there.

He find you huddled in the sheets and quilts that you’ve made and collected. No longer in the dress he left you in. Your hair is loose, spread around you like another blanket, and you have one of his shirts wrapped right around you like a shield. Alfie changes from his outside clothes, and lifts the sheets and blankets up, “All right little bird, scoot over yeah? Yeah let me get next to you. No no don’t worry about your face and tears I don’t wanna hear it. Now come here, tell your old husband what’s the matter. What’s got my little wife upset. Your mind playing tricks again eh?”

You buried your face in his chest, just letting the tears flow freely. Alfie just hummed to you, patting the top of your head. Eventually, your breathing evens out, and you let your fingers trace the unruly curls on his chest. You finally feel ready to talk, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me Alfie.”

“No no nothing, is wrong with you pet. Ollie, he’s got something wrong with him, that silly little boy. You are perfect sweet heart. So what you let your tears ruin all my shirts?”

“Alfie!!!!!”

“Oh my dove I am just teasing you. No no don’t be cross with me please treacle. You know those shirts were ruined before we even met.”

He places his palm beneath your quivering chin, tilting your face to look up at him, "You're safe little bird. No one is upset with you. You've done nothing wrong my darling."

Though his words were so soothing to your racing mind, you still felt the tears well up, "I just don't want you to feel like I'm a burden."

Alfie shook his head quickly, kissing the tip of your nose, "You've never been a burden to me dove. Frankly, I wish you would be more of a burden. A little too independent, leaving your poor old husband in the dust."

You let out a small giggle, and Alfie felt his heart lighten, and he just pressed your closer to him, "Oh my sweet girl. My sweet sweet girl. I know it hurts. I know. But I'll always be here to hold you. You trust me?"

You nodded kissing the corner of his mouth, "I trust you Alfie."

"Good, but you missed treacle lets try that again yeah?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and try to push him away, but his strong arms just pulled you right next to him, allowing him to pepper your face with his scratchy and bushy kisses. Once you both were thoroughly out of breath from roughhousing, Alfie just stared into your eyes, pushing the stray hair out of your face, "I love you so much darling. More than you know. Why don't you take a bath, and meet me in the parlor? We'll listen to the radio and play cards?"

You nodded in assent, kissing him gently but fully.

Days like this were hard. Sometimes it felt like the loneliest island in the world. But with Alfie, there was a saving grace. There you could escape from the loneliness and find safe harbor in his arms. With Alfie, you could survive anything. You could thrive. You could have a beautiful evening. You can feel love where you still need to love yourself.

[starsfic]

Prompt for Red coming to Mei’s place, obviously trying to hold back tears after a fight with his dad broke out after Red Son had distracted DBK from something tedious

He got yelled at and eventually stormed out, except there was a moment of dread when Red realized that he had nowhere to go hide and decompress.

Almost his entire life thus far was devoted to his family and freeing his father, and now that he was, Red now has nothing but his family.

And by watching the way other parents treat their children, he’s beginning to realize that maybe they don’t even treat him the best.

So he goes to the only person he knows, Mei.

He figured she wouldn’t turn her fire tutor away if he just pretended to drop by to see how her control was going, but she immediately saw through the façade and it crumpled like dust the moment she cupped his cheek and asked him what happened.

((In summary, a touch starved Red gets human affection for the first time in his waking life and decides he never wants to go without it again))

"Red Boy?"

"Ah, Dragon Girl!" He was acting like he wasn't shivering wet and clearly cold, his hair limp. Were those tear tracks on his face? As Xiaojiao moved to let him in, still pretty shocked that he was there, the light provided an answer.

Yes, it was.

"Why- How did you know my address?"

"You gave it to me, remember?" Red sat on the bench by the doors to pull off his boots. "You insisted that we swap numbers and addresses for "fun hangouts" and refused to take no for an answer." He pulled off his coat next, revealing those strong arms. "So, I figured I would take advantage and stop by and see how you were doing. You haven't burned down the world yet, so I was curious."

That was a big fat lie and she knew it. She could smell them, a skill her mother had managed to install in a rare moment where she wasn't acting disapprovingly. The only person who she couldn't see through was Qi Xiaotian and he took advantage of that more times than she was comfortable with. However, Red was an open book.

Something had happened. Something, she was willing to guess, that involved his family, all he had.

She couldn't help it. She reached out and cupped his cheek. The tears were already starting to roll down his face when she whispered, softly, "What happened?"

Red crumbled, right into her arms, and Xiaojiao was there to hold him.

[dont-doubt-dopple]

The Rainy Day Agreement

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here’s my gift to @joifee as part of the @mcyt-valentines event! I have such a blast with this every year and this was no exception! I hope you enjoy.

Read on AO3 Here

Word Count: 2,003

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The last thing the Codfather expected when he heard a knock on the door at during a rainstorm was fWhip.

He stood with pleading eyes as he looked up at Jimmy, broken wings in hand. His scarf was wrapped around one of the support beams trying to hold the clearly broken contraption in place. The skin that was exposed was covered in cuts and scrapes from a crash landing, and his goggles were missing the glass on the left side. And he was soaked, every inch of him dripping as the rain pelted him more each second he stood there.

“I, uh … can I maybe get out of the rain?” FWhip chuckled as he broke eye contact with Jimmy. Jimmy didn’t know what to say, just gestured the Count of the Grimlands inside. He was too stunned to speak even as the squeaking of fWhip’s boots echoed across his stone floors. He could feel the slight judgement of a better builder looking at his plain, sparsely decorated interior but he didn’t care. It did what he needed it to do.

“What are you doing here?” Jimmy asked, finally finding his voice as fWhip took a seat on the floor by his couch.

“I was testing a prototype for wings. Seeing if I could make one without having to beat the dragon and go to the end. Clearly didn’t work. Crashed in your empire. Came straight to you.” FWhip’s eyes remained locked on the wings on the table, not looking at Jimmy as he talked.

“But Sausage is right next door. You could have gone to him. Why me?” Jimmy wrapped a towel around his shoulders as fWhip remained unmoving. He looked over to his chests and barrels stacked against the wall. There had to be some stuff in there to repair the wings. And maybe he could find some cocoa beans lying around to make some hot chocolate.

“I … I don’t want to deal with him right now.”

“I get that, considering … well, Sausage.” Jimmy could have sworn he heard a small soft snicker come from fWhip, but he was too far away to hear over the sound of all the items in his chest. He really needed to organize these one day. “But me?? I don’t … I don’t understand? I’m your number 1 enemy.”

“I don’t want to talk about that, Jimmy.” FWhip sighed. “I just … I don’t exactly have control over where I crash land and I didn’t want to be out in the storm for very long, okay? Is that an acceptable answer for you, CodBoy?”

Jimmy paused to look back at him with a look of feigned hurt on his face. Not like fWhip saw it anyways under the mask. “How dARE YOU! Here I was looking to help you repair those wings and you DISRESPECT the codFATHER like that?!“

FWhip didn’t answer, just pulled the towel closer in to himself. Jimmy rolled his eyes and continued digging. It stayed in silence after that, tense awkward silence, that was only broken when Jimmy put everything he found on the table with the wings. Sewing kit, scrap fabric, sticks and tape. FWhip offered a small smile at the gesture, and for the first time Jimmy noticed just how quiet and out of everything he was. This was not the confident cocky engineer willing to sneak TnT traps under his nose in broad daylight. He was … Jimmy didn’t quite know. Whatever he was, yelling at him over a disrespectful nickname wasn’t helping the situation.

“Did you want anything to drink?” Jimmy asked, squatting down on fWhip’s right. “I mean, I know we’re enemies but …”

“Sausage is your enemy.” FWhip snapped. “I’m just Sausage’s ally who likes … I’m just Sausage’s ally.”

“What do you like, fWhip?” More silence. “FWhip, this is going to be a very long night if you keep whatever’s got you like this to yourself.”

“I don’t have to stay and bother you; I can go home.” FWhip began to get up but stopped as Jimmy grabbed his hand.

“Storm like this doesn’t pass quickly. I’d rather know you’re safe and leave when there’s at least some light.” Jimmy slowly brought fWhip back down to the floor, eyes never leaving his slightly stunned face. “Now, do you want to talk? Cause clearly there’s other things going on in your mind besides how to fix your wings.”

“They’re probably not worth the effort to repair them, in all honesty. It was a valiant effort but I don’t see it being a long term solution. One stray rocket is enough to rip through this fabric.”

“Is that was caused you to …” Jimmy whistled as his hand moved to indicate a nosedive into the ground. FWhip nodded. “I mean, you got all the way here with them, right? Assuming you started in the Grimlands? That’s still super impressive.”

“I, um, actually started at Spawn. Much less impressive.”

“Don’t downplay your own achievements. You’re much better at all this building and creating and inventing stuff than I could ever be.”

“You’re getting better. I mean look at this place!” FWhip used his free hand to gesture around the shack. “Nobody does homely cozy vibes like you do. And this is such a great build too.”

“You’re just saying that.” Jimmy blushed, turning away from fWhip. He closed his eyes as fWhip’s hand gently cupped his face and turned his back to face each other.

“Jimmy, look at me.” Jimmy slowly opened his eyes, soft brown meeting piercing blue. “Do not look down on yourself. No matter what me or anyone else has told you about your building skills. Your style is amazing, your skills only look to improve, and nobody has the power to take that away from you. Not Joel, not Sausage, and certainly not me.”

“Thank you.” Jimmy smiled. “Did you need anything, by the way? I was trying to say how bad of a host I was being before being so rudely interrupted.”

“Just water.” FWhip replied, finally pulling his hand out of Jimmy’s. Jimmy missed the warmth it brought and almost reached out to grab it again. But his didn’t. “Thanks.”

“I can do food as well.” Jimmy suggested, “Maybe avoiding fish cause of well … us. But I have chicken, steak, bread.”

“Just water. Thanks.” FWhip repeated. Jimmy nodded and silently got what his guest wanted before deciding to push him again.

“Is it something I did or am doing that’s making you like this?” He asked. “You’re not … you.”

“That obvious?”

“Considering it’s me of all people noticing it, yes.” He placed the water down in front of fWhip before sitting back down again. “You don’t have to tell me anything but … if it makes you feel better, whatever is said does not have to leave this room. It can stay between us.”

“Promise?” There was a slight pause from Jimmy at the immediate response, but he quickly nodded to fWhip. Frankly, he wasn’t going to tell ANYBODY that this encounter even happened. Who would believe him, anyways? “Say it.”

“I promise…” He began, as he took his mask off to show just how serious he was about what was happening. “…that nothing said tonight will leave this room.”

FWhip sighed as he grabbed Jimmy’s hand and brought him back down to the floor. “Can’t believe I’m willing to tell you any of this. I don’t even know where to start. I … You know what? You asked a lot of questions tonight. What do you want me to start?”

Jimmy threw fWhip a slight side eye at the deflection. “Why are you here, fWhip? Why not go to Mythland?”

“I … didn’t go to Sausage because I wanted to see you. I don’t like being your enemy. I like making you flustered with harmless pranks and seeing your face become all red. Like … right now, actually.” FWhip chuckled as Jimmy felt the blood rush to his face. He turned away.

“So what? You like me as a friend?”

“Uhhh, some could say more than that. But I definitely don’t want to be your enemy.”

“What are you proposing, fWhip? Cause whatever happens tonight doesn’t leave here. Our dynamic in the world can’t change.”

“But what if the dynamic between the two of us in private changed?” Jimmy turn back to look at fWhip in slight curiosity but mostly shock. “What if, and you can say no to this, we had a secret relationshiiip?” FWhip quickly closed his eyes and shifted away, as if expecting Jimmy to yell and scream at him for how bad an idea it was. But Jimmy didn’t. He sat there staring at fWhip trying to figure out where he felt about all this. Sure he was annoyed at all the teasing and pranks but fWhip never did anything to kill him or hurt him. Most of the antagonism came from Sausage. FWhip was even helpful when he needed, giving him food during his first week and helping him to decorate his river. Admittedly, the stones were the cover for TnT traps. But looking at fWhip, as he nervously peaked one eye open to see Jimmy’s reaction, he could tell that he meant it. He didn’t want to hate Jimmy and be on bad terms with him.

“How … do you even know I even think of you like that?” Jimmy teased, but fWhip smirked back as if he knew something Jimmy hadn’t picked up on.

“Well, you’re still holding my hand.” Jimmy felt his face blush up as he looked down. True to his word, fWhip’s hand was still intertwined with his. Jimmy very quickly pulled away, including standing up and walking away from fWhip.

“No no no no no I can’t, fWhip. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way.”

“Why can’t you?” FWhip asked he stood up. “On the clock enemies, off the clock … whatever you want to call us.”

“tHERE’S an US?!” Jimmy could feel his voice cracking but he didn’t care. This was a lot to handle all at once as fWhip slowly approached him. “Listen, fWhip, this is a lot, you know? I didn’t expected to be confronted with any of this I just …”

“Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, Jimmy.” FWhip smiled as he grabbed Jimmy’s hand again. Jimmy felt his tenseness in his shoulders again. Maybe this idea of having something with fWhip wasn’t such a bad idea. “I’m not trying to push you. You asked for an answer and I gave a solution to a problem I wanted to solve. I get it if it’s selfish and again, I will do what you say. Ask me to leave and I will.” FWhip gently began to pull away but Jimmy grasped his hand tighter.

“Don’t.” Jimmy said softly. “Can I try something, just to you know see if this would work? It’s going to take a lot of work considering everything going on with our alliances and there will be times where I have to probably fake being mad at you and I’m not exactly the best actor…”

“Jimmy, if you want to kiss me just shut up and do it already!”

That statement, that consent, was enough for Jimmy’s body to start moving. FWhip’s kiss tasted like gunpowder and redstone but felt like the explosion of a firework in the night sky. He burned like fire that radiated from his whole body, lips no longer needed air the longer they stayed locked. And when they broke apart, Jimmy longed for more. He wanted fWhip to pin him against the wall and do not very PG things.

“You sure this isn’t going to work anymore, Codfather?” FWhip teased as his hand ran its way through Jimmy’s hair.

“On the clock enemies still though.”

“We can make it work. I heard enemies to lovers is pretty popular.”

“Shut up or I will stab you the next time we’re in public.”

“Make me.” FWhip shot back, sticking his tongue out for good measure. And for once, Jimmy knew exactly how to make that happen.

[callsign-dexter]

Whisper in the Wind: 6 Months AU

Request: for the angst starters may I humbly request these two for Ben and Natasha? 🙏🏻

‘hold my hand if you need to.’

‘don’t panic.’

Starter: 'Hold my hand if you need to.' and 'Don't panic'

Pairings: OC!Benjamin Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Natasha Trace x Daughter!Reader, Benjamin Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, Bradley Bradshaw x OC!Wife!Leah Bradshaw

Warnings: angst, inaccurate hospital talk, car crashes, pregnancy

Masterlist

Whisper in the Wind

miscellaneous angst starters

A/N: thank you @justabigassnerd for giving me these angst prompts so that this AU piece could come to life.

Natasha and Ben have been engaged for about 6 months now. They had decided to wait until their little girl was born and a few months old before they even talked about getting married. Natasha had 3 months to go and then they would be holding their baby girl in their arms. Originally, they talked about not knowing the gender of their soon-to-be bundle of joy but they just couldn’t help themselves and broke down and found out the gender. There were some rough patches in the pregnancy but with both parents being in the military they handled with control and ease. They still hadn’t decided on a name but they did have several picked out and they knew for sure that they wanted her middle name to be Caroline a tribute to Ben and Bradley’s mother.

It was finally the weekend which meant that they had a whole two days by themselves. Natasha wasn’t allowed to fly but she still had to go in to work on paperwork and get things settled for when she and Ben went on maternity leave. Since Ben didn’t want her driving, he had taken it upon himself to drive both of them into work and back home. He doted on her the very second, she found out she was pregnant, he already doted on her but when he found out that she was carrying his unborn child he stepped it up big time, then again, his mother raised him to treat a woman right and he was also so much like his father.

Ben and Natahsa had just arrived home and he helped her get out of her Nissan Xterra and grabbed their stuff as they made their way into the house. When they got in, he was quick to bend down and take off her boots and then when he was done, he stayed on his eyes that was he was eye level with her stomach and held it in his hands and kissed it and smiled. Natasha smiled at the action he had done every day to the point it had become a ritual; he was really going to be a great father. “Alright, Jellybean. No, giving your mom a hard time tonight, we want her well rested.” He said and their baby moved into his hands and voice, Natasha had come to the conclusion that she was going to be daddy’s girl through and through. She brought her hands to his hair and ran them through enjoying the moment. “Now it’s time to get you and momma fed.” He said and gave one more kiss to her stomach and then stood up and kissed her. Then he got to work. “How about some homemade mac and cheese and some pork chops and yes there will be hot sauce.” Ben said and Natasha smiled, one thing about Ben was that he was an excellent cook and she was too but after becoming pregnant some smells got to her and it just made her exhausted and she left all the cooking duties to him.

“Sounds absolutely perfect.” She said and then she felt a kick and chuckled and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow “Eaglet agrees.” She said and he chuckled.

“Now go and sit down I’ll bring it to you when it is ready.” He said and she nodded and went and sat down in a kitchen chair that way she could still talk to him and be with him. She was just happy to take the pressure off of her feet. They talked about work and the plans about when their daughter was here and most importantly names. As they were talking her phone began to ring and she got it out of her pocket and looked at the caller id and it was Bradley and she answered it and put it on speaker.

“Hey you’re on speaker.” She said and she heard a chuckle.

“We’ll I guess I can’t tell you about the deep dark secrets of Ben then.” Bradley said and they all chuckled but Ben rolled his eyes but smile appeared on his face.

“Just remember that I know a lot of secrets about you little brother that Leah doesn’t know about.” He said tending the food as he heard a gasp from him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Bradley said

“Try me.” Ben said and Natasha just smiled at their bickering.

“The reason I called was because we wanted to know what you were doing and how Birdie was doing.” He said, he had given the baby that name because Ben’s callsign was Eagle and so was Natasha’s was Phoenix, they were truly keeping the bird callsigns in the family.

“Well Ben is cooking some pork chops and homemade mac and cheese and Eaglet has been pretty much cooperative during the day until we got home and her daddy had talked to her.” Natasha said rubbing her belly and Ben looked at her watching her has he flipped the pork chops and could take his eyes off of them.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t do for some of his homemade mac and cheese.” Leah said “Wanna send us some?” She asked and everyone chuckled.

“You got it.” Ben said fully joking the food was pretty much done and now it was resting and cooling off. “What’s your plans for the weekend?” Ben asked them.

“Nothing huge. Maybe go down to the beach. You guys?” Bradley asked

“Nothing really, just gonna spend some time with each other and stay off my feet.” Natasha said

“Well, we don’t want to keep you guys. Have a good night and enjoy your homemade mac and cheese. We love you.” Leah said full of jealously.

“We will. Goodnight, guys. We love you too.” Ben said and Natasha hung up and Ben began plating her plate and then he brought it over with her glass of water and set it down in front of her.

“Why thank you fiancée.” She said and bent down and kissed her.

“You’re welcome my soon to be wife.” He said after breaking the kiss and then he went and got his food and glass of water, he would’ve gotten a beer or something sweetened but when Natasha had to quit drinking and was advised to not drink anything sugary, Ben had made it his choice to go along with her because he loved her so much and it was heathier in the long run.

Supper came and went and now the were finding themselves sitting on the couch snuggled together as they watched a comedy. Natasha was cuddled into Ben and he had his arms around her and one set on her stomach. Every now and then their baby would kick and they both smiled, she seemed so active while Ben was around.

Midnight rolled around and they finally decided to go to bed. Ben helped his pregnant fiancée up and helped her walk up the stairs making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards once all 3 of them were up safely he let up on his protectiveness. They got ready together and then they were slipping in to bed for a, hopefully, a goodnight’s sleep and not a lot of getting up to go pee.

Morning came around and thankfully she had only had to get up twice during the night and both times she had succeeded without waking Ben up, which was a surprise. Naturally they were early risers but they could get away with sleeping until 10 AM on most weekends. Ben had actually gotten up before Natasha and was getting breakfast ready. She was just about to get up when he came through with a tray with two plates of food, fruits, and drinks of their choice. “I figured we would have breakfast in bed and then go out and spend sometime out on the town.” Ben said and she smiled.

“That sounds perfect.” She said and he smiled then he walked into the room the rest of the way and sat down on the bed and put the tray in between them and then he turned on the TV. Nothing interesting was on so they switched to their DVR and watched some saved shows that they wanted to catch up on. Natasha started to get restless and this caught Ben’s attention almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” He asked moving the try so he could have better access to her.

“Nothing worrisome. Your child is just playing soccer with my bladder and making me need to pee.” She said and he laughed.

“Always my child when she is doing something.” He chuckled but got up and began to help her get up and to their connected bathroom. When she was done, she flushed and washed her hands and then joined her fiancée back in bed.

“So, what do you have planned for us today?” She asked and he looked at her.

“Well, we need to run to the store and grab a few things and then I figured we would go baby shopping for a little bit more stuff.” Ben said and she smiled, he was always thinking of her and their baby always putting them first.

“That sounds perfect.” She said and then they started to get ready to leave. As always, they got ready together and then walked downstairs together. Ben helped his fiancée get her shoes on and then he got his shoes and they were heading out the door. They had decided to take Natasha’s vehicle since it had more space than his truck, he helped her get in and then he got in and opened the garage. Ben started the car and backed out of the garage and they were on their way and pulling out of the neighborhood.

The car ride was filled with laughter and music. Nothing could bother the happy couple. They had just come to a red light. He kept looking over at his perfect pregnant fiancée and she was glowing and he smiled. “Have I ever told you that you’re the most beautiful pregnant woman ever?” He asked and hung her head smirked.

“Every single day and I’ll never get tired of it.” She said and then he turned back to the road as he saw the light turn green in his peripheral view. Just as he was starting to go and cross an intersection and car from the left side came barreling at them and the only thing, he heard was a honk and metal crushing against metal and then the pain came. The other car was going at such a high speed that it pushed them to the other side of the road and flipped them and then they were crashing into a telephone pole. Both of them were knocked unconscious. Ben had slumped onto the wheel and on the horn making it blare and Natasha was knocked into the back of her seat.

The blaring horn is what woke him up and then the pain came to him everywhere. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he was but when he figured it out, he started to panic, he slowly lifted his head and he groaned in pain and then laid it on his headrest. He needed Nat so all of his attention turned to her and when he tried to move his body protested. “Nat?” He asked in a hoarse voice but got no answer “Baby.” He said and found some strength to move his hand and to her. But yet again no response.

Natahsa didn’t know where she was but she was waking up in the bar Carole, Bradley, and Ben they had visited when they went to see Goose and Maverick. She just looked around until she heard music and then Carole and Goose laughing together, she recognized them from the pictures that Bradley and Ben had laying around and on the wall. “Carole? Goose?” He asked and they turned to her and smiled and she got up from the table as Goose started to play the familiar tune of Great Balls of Fire. “What’s going on?” She asked and they looked at him sadly.

“You were in a car accident baby.” Carole said and stroked her cheek and she leaned into it; her touch felt so warm.

“Ben. Our child.” She said and began to panic.

“Ben is alright. He’s trying to wake you up and it is not your time so we don’t have long.” Goose said as he played the tune.

“Our baby?” She asked moving her hand to her stomach.

“They’re ok for right now. Help is on the way but you need to wake up.” Carole said

“I wish you both were down there with us. It would mean the world to us.” Natasha said and they smiled softly at her.

“We are with you. Just look around. We’re a whisper in the wind.” Goose said and that made Natasha smile.

“Gosh, I’ve always wanted to meet you but not like this.” She said and they chuckled.

“We’re always watching. We’re just happy we can meet you now and can’t wait for your wedding and seeing our grandchild be born. May I?” Carole asked and Natasha nodded and she put her hand on her stomach and then she felt a kick and she smiled that was the first time she felt her kick since the accident. Goose stood up as Carole took her hand off of Natasha’s stomach and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so glad that Ben has met you. You both are perfect for each other.” Goose said and she melted into his touch it reminded her off Ben’s. All too soon the warmth was gone and then being replaced by Carole.

“Now, get back down there to our son, your fiancée, have this sweet little girl, get married, and help Leah keep our boys straight. Who knows where they would’ve ended up if they hadn’t found you both.” Carole said and released.

“Now don’t keep Ben waiting. He’s getting panicked. Tell the boys and Leah that we love them so much.” Goose said and she nodded.

“It was nice meeting you even if the circumstances weren’t great.” She said and they all laughed and then they said their goodbyes and she was waking up to Ben’s gentle touch.

“Baby?” Ben said and she slowly opened her eyes and looked over at him and he sighed in relief and then the pain hit her and she wanted to scream. She must’ve made a face because he was taking her hand “Hold my hand if you need to.” He said and she took it and squeezed it and he didn’t complain.

“I think something is wrong with the baby.” She said as more pain hit her.

“What do you mean?” He asked worrying.

“It hurts.” She said

“Don’t panic.” He started “Help is on the way.” He said and about that time sirens could be heard and then someone was rushing to them. The window was smashed so it was easy to talk to them “Help her first. She’s 6 months pregnant and in a lot of pain.” He said and they nodded.

“How are you feeling sir?” One paramedic asked.

“Everything hurts but I’ll be fine just help my pregnant fiancée, please.” He said

“We understand sir, we also need to help you. My partners are helping them.” They said and he slowly nodded. With controlled chaos they got them out and they were heading to the hospital. They were rolled into the hospital and they had taken him to an emergency room and then he saw her being wheeled passed him and he panicked.

“Where are they taking her?” He asked trying to get up but was pushed down by nurses and doctors and he let them due to the pain.

“Sir, just lay down.” A doctor said and he started to struggle.

“No, I need to know where my fiancée is being taken.” He said and tried to get up again and struggle and then they were pushing a sedative into his IV that was set in the ambulance and he was out like a light muttering that he needed to get to Natasha and their unborn baby.

Ben didn’t know how long he was out for but when he woke up Bradley and Leah were there and that confused him. “Bradley?” He slurred and that caught Bradley and Leah’s attention.

“Hey. How you feeling?” Leah asked putting a comforting hand on his hand.

“I’m fine. Nat and Jellybean?” He asked

“They’re in surgery.” Bradley asked and Ben’s heart monitor was starting to spike.

“What?” He asked starting to panic again and Bradley stood up and was lightly pushing Ben back as he tried to get up.

“They said they were both doing fine. There was a placenta tear but they’re fixing it. They’re both going strong. You’re going to be released once thy are out of surgery and when you woke up.” Bradley said and he nodded and settled down and the heart monitor settled, Bradley released him. He didn’t know Leah had left the room until she came back with a nurse and his doctor.

“Captain Bradshaw, you were lucky. You just had a dislocated shoulder and a cracked rib. We did have to sedate you after you starting resisting but we understand. Your wife and baby are doing well from the last I heard and should be out and in recovery in a few minutes. We’ll start your release process and get you to their room as soon as possible.” He said and Ben nodded.

“Thank you.” He said and the doctor nodded and then left as the nurse had him sign releasee forms and take the IV out.

“We stopped by the house and got some clothes for both of you.” Leah said holding a bag up and he smiled.

“Thank you, guys. Thank you for getting down here so quickly.” Ben said and slowly got up and Leah walked out of the room while Bradley helped his older brother then she got the all clear to come in.

“Anything for my older brother and future sister-in-law and niece.” Bradley said and Ben hugged him and then they released and Leah brought him in a hug.

“You guys scared us. We’re just glad you’re ok. We got the call and then were on the next flight out to here.” Leah said as she released him from the hug. About that time a nurse came in to grab them and take them to Natasha and their baby, Y/N. They followed in silence and when they got there and Ben saw his fiancée laying there, he almost broke down but when he heard his baby’s heartbeat he broke down and almost collapsed, he would’ve if Bradley wasn’t there to catch him. They walked in and Ben sat down on the chair not having his full strength back and Bradley hugged Leah. The doctor turned to them and smiled.

“Both of them are just fine. She was lucky to have only sprained her wrist and there was a placenta tear but we repaired it and everything was successful. She should be waking here in a few minutes since we didn’t want to use much anesthesia on her and the baby. The nurse and I will be back in a few to check on them both.” He said and they nodded and then left and that is when Leah and Bradley took their seats.

10 minutes later Natasha was waking up to bright lights and to her sleeping fiancée with his hand on her stomach and Bradley and Leah, who were awake. Leah was the first to notice “Hey.” She said softly and Nat smiled.

“How long has he been asleep?” Nat asked referring to Ben.

“Not too long. Want me to wake him?” Bradley asked and she shook her head.

“No, I will.” She said and they nodded and then she slowly turned to him and brought her right hand to his face and began to stroke it and started to speak softly. Once she saw him show his signs of waking up, she smiled and after a minute or two he woke up confused but then he saw her awake and was awake in an instant.

“Baby.” He said and got up and kissed her forehead his hand never leaving her stomach. “You’re ok.” He said and she nodded.

“We’re both ok.” She said and it was quiet for a minute. “I saw Goose and Carole while we were in the car.” She said and everyone was silent. “They told me to tell you that they love you and that I needed to come back to help Leah keep you boys straight.” She said and they chuckled.

“Yea that sounds like dad.” Ben said and Bradley nodded. The nurse and doctor walked in and checked on them and told them that they wanted to keep her in the hospital for a few days just to be sure and they agreed. Bradley and Leah would still be there they told work that they had a family emergency and had to be gone for a few weeks and they understood.

After a few days Nat got the all clear to go home and that is exactly what they did. It was really nice having Bradley and Leah there and they never got in the way and if Nat and Ben wanted space, they gave it to them. The doctor’s told them to take it easy and that is exactly what they were doing and why Bradley and Leah stayed.

Goose and Carole were looking down on their children and smiled. All of them were alive and healthy and their granddaughter was active but not too active sensing that her mother had something done and didn’t want to injury her further. “They’re going to be ok.” Carole said as she snuggled into Goose and he threw an arm around his wife. He kissed the side of her head and smiled.

“Yes, they are.” Goose said “Our granddaughter is going to be one spoiled little girl and is going to be one little fighter.” He said.

“Yes, she is. I can’t wait to watch her grow up.” Carole said

This accident just brought everyone together and they formed a stronger bond because of it. Ben, Natasha, and Y/N were safe. They were under careful watch of Bradley, Leah, Goose, and Carole. Nothing could bring them down they were a strong family and nothing was going to break them. They loved each other and were going to take care of each other no matter if their sick or just having a bad day. They're family and to them family sticks together no matter what unless you pull their Naval Academy papers then that’s a whole different story.

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WHG 20-Prompts 1&2-Din

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The plan had been to get through District Twelve and lay low while continuing her research. If they were lucky, maybe they could even make it to the remains of Thirteen to see what was hiding out there and if it had anything to do with the Veyrit and other gods of the world. Unlikely, but presumably not impossible. At the very least the ruins might hold something about before the war and shed light on where Safirel’s body was being kept.

Instead, they hadn’t even made it past District Eight.

Blythe’s boots came running into view. “My Lady, we need ta go now.” She sounded out of breath.

“Not yet,” she forced out past gritted teeth as the heat flared in her veins, gold overtaking her hand pressed against the wounds the Peacekeepers had inflicted on the man.

“Just a little more,” Safirel said. “Let me.”

The gold flooded her vision for the moment he took over. His presence was quickly becoming a familiar comfort, like a heavy blanket left in the sun, that wrapped around her and left her blissfully floating.

But just as quickly, it was gone, and she fell forward, gasping for breath and her body returning to normal, if a little colder.

Hands caught her, guiding her to the ground safely, Blythe’s most likely, given the string of curses she said in her native tongue, though the face she wore was still unfamiliar. “Ya shouldn’t have pushed that far again.”

She waved her off, even as the world was still spinning just a little too much. “Is he fully healed now?”

Sighing, she left her side and checked the man, Silk or something like that, over. “He’ll live, though he’s still out cold. Again, ya shouldn’t have done that. They know we’re here, Din.”

“You know I couldn’t have left him like that after he took that beating for us.”

Her brows knitted, but she dropped the point. After all, Blythe likely would’ve done the same thing if she could, just after Din was safe somewhere else.

Yelling broke out outside, unintelligible for the moment, but there was little doubt who it was.

“Damn it all! They were suppose ta take the bait!”

“Back door,” she wheezed, struggling to her feet.

In an instant, Blythe had an arm around her waist and was moving them both towards potential freedom. The house was small and easily navigable, but that was also a downfall. Even as she managed to get the back one open, she could hear the front door being crashed in.

“Search the house!”

“Sir, what about him?”

“Kill him.”

“No!” She yelled, and crumpled, coughing and gasping.

“My Lady, are you okay?” The concern and pain in her voice tore at her.

They were after her, not Blythe. 

“Blythe, run.”

“What? No, I’m not leaving ya!”

“That’s an order.” The words weren’t entirely hers, but the connection to Safirel was too distant for him to take complete control now, and her sentiment remained the same. “They won’t kill me. And I can’t lose you.”

Blythe set her jaw. “Sometimes, I really hate ya.” But she was running anyway and shifting her appearance already as the footfalls and voices got closer.

When they finally came into view, she glared up at them from the ground. They had the audacity to level their guns at her, what an empty threat. 

One of them pulled her to her feet and held her hands behind her back.

“Are you the real Najdinel,” Haven stepped forward, though his face was covered by the Peacekeepers uniform. “Or her little bitch?”

She spit on him in answer.

He struck her across the face.

Even as she tasted blood though, she tilted her head up and raised a haughty eyebrow, affecting the familiar air of authority. 

“We have means of proving it regardless, and whichever one you are, we’ll find the other soon enough.”

“You won’t touch her,” she growled.

“You have no authority here.”

“And you can’t kill me.”

Most likely they would take her back to the temples. They had contingency plans to prevent that, even though security would be tighter than before.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, girl. The beynlerya don’t have too much faith in your status as their prophetess anymore.”

Her heart sped up.

That was obvious before she’d even set the fire and attempted to fake her death. But they couldn’t disprove she wasn’t either. Not when no else had ever come forward or been found and she held the marks.

Still, she kept that off her face.

“So go ahead then, if you are going to.”

“We have other plans for you. The Capitol wants you in the Games. See if it sparks anything when you’re fighting for your life, or to make an example of liars and traitors if it doesn’t.”

That…had not been any of their plans.

“I don’t qualify, I’m not from the Districts.”

He actually laughed, as did several others. “Since when do you think that’s mattered to them? They have complete control here. You are powerless.”

“You won’t be able to contain me.”

“Then we’ll kill others in your place. But if you play nice, like a well trained girl, we’ll let your traitor of a friend go free.”

Blythe.

There was no way they would catch her if she was on her own and hiding. But she would come back for Din.

They were probably lying.

She couldn’t pass it up if they weren’t though.

“Swear on your blood and the Veyrit that’s true.”

“I swear.”

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.

“We can’t trust them,” she thought.

“No. But we can use this too. Twist it against them. Another chance at revenge,” Safirel answered back, flashes of the bloody knife and fire replaying. “We’re more powerful than they are, Najdinel. And they’re about to give us free training and access to a live audience.”

Opening her eyes, she nodded, the heat settling into her veins but not appearing visibly. “Fine. Take me to the Reaping. But touch her, and I’ll kill you all.”

- - - - -

They dressed her up for it. Nothing dramatic, a simple white dress and gold ribbons through her dark hair and to hide the horns, but pretty enough. Enough to easily blend into the crowd unnoticed, knowing she wouldn’t run with Blythe’s life on the line.

Apparently, they didn’t want it yet known who she was. Even her name had been kept secret, so it getting called wouldn’t blow the cover either.

That big reveal would be for the Games themselves. They had always loved a spectacle outside of the temple, and the beynleyra had left her to the overly puffed up peacocks until she could prove herself.

Fat chance of that of course.

The magic may have finally ignited in her veins, but until Safirel was free and by her side, there was no way she was going to be caged by them again.

Plans would just have to be…adjusted.

The first name was called, not hers surprisingly, but a small child’s by the looks of things. She almost stepped forward to volunteer in her place, but someone else beat her to it. Family? Friends? It didn’t really matter, she seemed more determined and capable than a literal child.

The next name was her own though, and she took the stage with her head held high and the polite smile she’d perfected practically from birth, shaking off assistance from the Peacekeepers. She ignored the overly eager escort making a show of asking questions.

Being in the Games had been the deal. That did not mean she would start playing them now.

At the edges of the crowd, she watched someone’s hair shift from brown to blonde and grow slightly taller, before slipping away towards the train.

[bltngames]

Returning to Donkey Kong Country Returns

I am subjecting myself to Donkey Kong Country Returns again. This game and I have a bit of history.

I'd played Returns on real hardware near when it came out originally, and I sort of hated it. The game felt prohibitively sluggish to me. Some of that is due to Donkey Kong himself, which is made to feel big and heavy like a 300lb gorilla ought to. But some of that was also just, like, a strange problem with input latency. The game did not feel responsive, like I'd push the jump button and it'd take a frame or two for Donkey Kong to actually jump. This made platforming very difficult. Never figured out if I imagined it or if it was a real problem.

Though, for the record, playing Rayman Origins on that same Wii also felt sluggish in the same way as DKCR, leading me to believe it might have been a hardware problem, and not just my imagination. Either way, DKCR made me so mad I didn't even finish the second world, to my memory.

Tropical Freeze, the sequel to DKCR comes, and I receive it for review on TSSZ. I expected to savage that game's controls because of the way I felt with DKCR. Instead, I fall in love with it. Whatever problems I had with the Wii game don't exist in Tropical Freeze. It controls well and plays great. An awesome game.

Which makes me wonder: If everybody else loved DKCR, could it really just a hardware problem for me? Could I play DKCR somewhere else and have a better experience? Eventually, Nintendo ran a program where you got a free 3DS game as some kind of reward for a thing they're doing; like, if you buy a certain amount of games in a short length of time you'd get a free game? I forget. Point is, for my free game, I picked the 3DS port of Donkey Kong Country Returns.

And yet, the latency problem persisted even there. The game just felt sluggish and unresponsive and hard to control in a way I didn't enjoy. I guess it probably felt better than it did on the Wii, but not much. I played through over half the game on the 3DS, getting up to the dinosaur/cliff world, but struggled to muster up the energy to finish the rest of the game.

Which brings us here. I don't know why, but I booted DKCR in Dolphin up a couple nights ago and actually spent kind of a long time setting up the controls so that it felt comfortable. It's worth mentioning that when I played DKCR on real hardware back in 2014, I did so with the Gecko Cheat Code to enable Classic Controller Pro support because I refused to waggle. DKCR's waggle was maybe one of the most egregious "this really should have been a button" things ever, to me. Something Tropical Freeze fixed and was much better for!

Obviously the Classic Controller support isn't needed on Dolphin, so I just set controller binds so that the R trigger grabs things and the L trigger waggles. Setting up the latter was a little tricky, because DKCR actually looks for you waggling both the remote and nunchuk at the same time in order to register a proper ground pound. An easy problem to solve once you realize what it wants, but it took close to an hour to find that answer.

And it feels... better? Actually? More responsive than it did on real hardware. Which makes me wonder if the Classic Controller code was the source of the dreaded latency -- but then, that wouldn't explain Rayman Origins or the 3DS version of DKCR.

But I also discovered some of these Gecko cheats just don't work, which could explain the problems I had with the original version. I guess I'll never know for sure.

I've turned on a few cheats here -- Diddy has infinite glide now, for instance, making him feel more like Dixie does in Tropical Freeze. And the clock is stopped during bonus rooms, because those never needed time pressure. But originally, I had more cheat codes turned on -- namely one which did remap waggle actions to the remote's B trigger. But turning that cheat just broke many other elements of control, like completely disabling Diddy's hover entirely.

Thus, I was forced to figure out how to properly bind waggle to my Dualshock 4's trigger. Ultimately, no sweat.

But I still don't know if I'll finish it. Even with the controls feeling "right," the game teeters on the edge of feeling ever so slightly unfriendly. Not much, but the game is weirdly adversarial, like it's trying to trick me into hurting myself. It's a hard thing to describe, and I don't even think everybody picks up on it, but there's a vibe with some retro games where it feels like you're fighting against the game designer themselves, you know?

Games are never just "difficult" or "challenging." There are different flavors these things come in. The way Dark Souls is hard isn't the same way that a shooter like Raiden IV is hard.

In the modern context, DKCR feels closer to something like Kaizo Mario or I Wanna Be The Guy, I guess. Games where you can feel an omnipresent creator watching you play, and they're deliberately trying to trip you up, as if they're shouting "YOU FELL FOR MY TRAP, LOSER!" and laughing at you.

There was a time early in the NES and SNES era where this kind of difficulty was a lot more common, especially in budget or licensed platformers. It's a level beyond the so-called "Nintendo Hard", where some clueless level designer is lost in the wild west of early game development and thinks this is what people want. Obviously games like Kaizo Mario and IWBTG are exaggerated forms of that, but it was definitely a style of game you encountered a lot back in the era.

I never got that vibe from the original Donkey Kong Country games, but DKCR has just a teeny tiny itty bitty sliver of that feel. You reach the third form of the first boss and it's like, "Really? Isn't this a little bit too much for the first boss?"

Who knows if I'll stick with it, but I've already played three sessions already, so it wasn't some kind of one-and-done sort of deal.

I'm surprised how nice it looks in Dolphin even just at 720p. It wouldn't take much work to put this out on the Switch; just clean up some of the GUI. It scales to higher resolutions remarkably well.

[kindheart525]

The ice skating rink was a jolly and festive scene on this crisp winter’s day. The Hearth’s Warming lights of the city glittered upon the ice as ponies of all ages skated over it, some foals just learning and others who were practically professionals. No matter their skill level, everypony was having a good time.

There was so much to see in this scene alone, but Stockholm had her sights set on just one pony: her boyfriend, her beloved, her handsome fancy boy with the tickly beard, Boot Polish.

He was like a graceful swan as he glided over the ice effortlessly, each pirouette sending up a mist of twinkling frost. Never was he more in his element than when he was on the ice, like Queen Luna in the dark blue of midnight.

How Stockholm longed to join him!

She focused on nothing else but Boot as she wandered out onto the ice herself, hoping to glide over to him and join his dance. But as soon as she hit the ice she lost control, her long body unable to stay upright over the razor-thin blades on her hooves.

“Ahh!” 

She squealed, instinctively shutting her eyes tight and flailing her paws around for something, anything to grab onto before she went down.

Her prayers were answered as somepony broke her fall, standing firm against her like a banister. The familiar scent of cologne let her know exactly who it was before she even opened her eyes.

“Bootie!”

“By Ardor! You should have called to me before venturing out onto the ice like that. I could have saved you from that fall much sooner.”

“I knowwww!”

Her face grew flushed with embarrassment, although it was clear he wasn’t upset with her at all, just worried.

“I was just too excited, it looked like fun! I guess I just overestimated how well I could balance. I don’t know how you do it!”

“There is no overestimating with you, my love.”

Stockholm’s heart melted as he leaned his warm body into her; Boot always knew just what to say to lift her up.

“If you wish to learn, I can teach you. No better time than the present, after all.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“But of course.”

Boot was earnest in his offer. As much as he enjoyed performing solo tricks on the rink, it could never compare to being able to relish in life’s pleasures with his lover by his side. 

“Now, we will start with the basics.”

He guided her paws up until she was holding onto his shoulders and started gliding slowly backwards, leading her along. He was so skilled that he could do pirouettes blindfolded, but Stockholm was moving with much less ease.

“Ooh, I think I’m gonna fall!”

She could recite a full account of the pre-Celestial era from memory, but in her mind she couldn’t skate to save her life. Even with the steady support of her lover, her hooves were shaking and the world was spinning around her as she struggled to stay upright.

“No you won’t, I will make sure of it. Look at me. Focusing on the ground will only worsen your balance.”

Boot instructed her gently, staring up at his tall girlfriend with such love and tenderness that suddenly, Stockholm felt like everything was going to be okay.

“Start with a simple stroke. Two steps, then glide forward.”

“Two steps, glide forward…”

Stockholm repeated to herself as she followed the motions, resisting the urge to glance back down at her hooves. But staring into Boot’s eyes, it was like there was nopony else on the rink, and slowly she began to fall into rhythm.

Boot couldn’t be prouder as he watched her gradually become more confident in her strokes. He’d always known she was a quick learner, bright and intelligent beyond her lifetime. He had no doubt she could pick up skating as well.

“See! You’ve got it.”

The draconequus giggled and blushed, almost unable to believe she was doing this. But she didn’t let it break her stride as she kept going with more vigor.

It was like a scene out of a romantic Hearth’s Warming movie as the two lovers skated together, a gentle snowfall beginning to fall around them.

After what felt like an eternity of gliding in each other’s warm embrace, Boot leaned away just a bit.

“Would you like to try it on your own?”

“Maybe…”

Stockholm slowly lifted her paws off of him and tried to stand upright, but then that shaky feeling returned again. She’d only just started this, she didn’t have the hang of it yet! She almost fell as she gripped back onto the stallion she so adored.

“On second thought, can we just keep going like this?”

Boot smiled up at her with just as much warmth and adoration.

“I would love nothing more.”

~~~~~~~~~~

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[tanglepelt]

Danny was at least not being watched by a assassin. Which was good. But a bat? He wasn’t too sure that was any better. Sure he wasn’t trying to actively kill him.

But. The guy was a supposed crime lord if tuckers research was correct. Or at least an ex one? He was kinda confused on the whole thing. Tucker did say he had been seen working with the normal bats. Who he really wanted to avoid.

Sure he wasn’t an ecto-entity so the government couldn’t legally experiment on him. But he was aiding the ghosts. Which was a crime. So he really didn’t want to draw any attention to himself.

He didn’t Even have access to his tech. So he couldn’t out run a bat. Not when it was their home turf. He’s parents said he wouldn’t need it in Gotham. No he would be perfectly safe. Nothing was going to happen. Him having it would also be a breach of contract apparently.

The ones the GIW had just renewed prior to booting him out of Amity. Definitely not intentional to ensure he couldn’t protect himself. Which in fact made him more vulnerable. No weapons not protective suit.

He was only human.

This assassination attempt would have had his hide if he wasn’t so used to ghost attacking him. Before the peeler, which thankfully he got to sam in time he was just using a mask and a poorly made disguise. Then the fact the moment he realized the ghost would be a problem. He asked his mom to tech him how to defend himself and fight. She loved the time they had spent together.

So he may be human but he’s been facing the undead and unkillable for a year at this point. And ugh. Vlad. The minute he found out he was phantom he claimed he was just like his mother. The only good thing about the fruitloop was he now had so much experience finding hidden cameras and bug. Guns and knives. He just had to be smart about.

Danny knew he couldn’t just bolt. It wouldn’t work. He still considered it as an option. He could always activate his distress signal on the PDA ticket snuck him. Seeing as his parents took his phone away and gave them one that only connected to them. He was a bad influence according to them.

Red huntress wouldn’t make it here quick enough and would just out her as giving two cents about a ghost ally. They were very careful to ensure she only looked like a ghost hunter. Gave her more freedom to help ghosts secretly.

Well. He’d do what he does best. Improvise. Play it cool calm and collected.

Danny: do you agree with the governments plan to eradicate and kill an entire species from a different dimension? Your answer very much matters. As i for one don’t.

Danny: the government is very much trying to kill me at the moment. Like sure i broke into a government facility. It wasn’t the first time. I couldn’t just leave ember and boxy strapped to medical tables. I can honestly say it wasn’t me who broke in the four times after.

Danny: but seriously they were going to kill ember and boxy. Like sure ember can mind control ppl by singing. And boxy can control boxes. But that doesn’t mean they deserve to be experimented on.

Danny: and like sure the dimension kidnapped my whole town for two days. But what do you expect when someone steal ancient artifacts from a different dimension. We opened the portal into their dimension not the other way. So really. It’s not their fault they suddenly have a new playground. That’s just how they work. Have obsessions and what not to fulfill.

Danny: and i may of broken then laws. But the anti ecto acts make killing an entire species okay. So if that makes me a criminal so be it.

Jason for his part. Had turned his comms on. And hadn’t managed to get a word in. Yea. This was a big problem.

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Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

[incorrectbatfam]

Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

[kittenofdoomage]

Lust Drunk

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sam Winchester x female!reader

Prompt: hit with spell on hunt

Word Count: 780

Warnings: dub-con, smut, sex spell, mutual attraction, humor, Dean’s an ass

Everything had happened so fast. One moment you were chasing the witch through a dark forest, Sam on your tail, gun loaded, and the next, you were waking with the dawn in a lush green meadow. As you rolled over, you connected with another body, Sam, laying right beside you in the wildflowers. Rushing water reached your ears, along with birdsong and bees, but you couldn’t focus on anything but him.

The second you touched him, it was like an electric current ran through you, leading you straight into his arms as he pulled you in to kiss you. His hands tore at your clothes as desperately as you tore at his and before you knew it, you were on your knees in the grass with Sam bent over you, guiding his cock to your pussy.

It was nothing like you’d fantasized about in your wildest dreams. Sam was considerately endowed, enough that you need a moment to clear the fog of arousal that clouded your senses. He was shaking as he held himself deep, obviously struggling to control himself, and when you pushed back against him, he groaned, sliding one hand underneath your belly as he started to thrust.

Neither of you had the ability to think outside of each other. Whatever the witch had done, it had completely taken over, and round after round, Sam reached for you again right as you reached for him. Time lost all meaning under the influence of lust, and even when you began to tire, you couldn’t stop.

“Sam,” you begged, as he approached again, sliding in behind you and bending his knees to slide on home once more. You cried out, reaching back for him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until he grew impatient, forcing you back onto your knees as he practically mounted you. It didn’t feel like you could stop the climax building in your core and as you let it take over, you had your first thought that wasn’t an urgent need for Sam.

This was a curse.

“Sam,” you repeated, less arousal and more concern in your voice. He slowed, nodding as sweat dripped off his hair onto your skin.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, though he didn’t stop. “I’m trying.”

His name came again, this time from the woods behind, and the spell broke like a twig. Sam grunted as he came one last time, unable to stop the flood of need before the enchantment wore off, but with his brother approaching quickly, he had to pull away. You barely noticed the mess - the last few hours had left you sticky and sore, but you didn’t particularly want Dean to see you that way.

“Dean, I’m here, but -” Sam stood straight holding up his hands. “Dude, I need you to stay back.”

“Is everything okay?” was the answering shout, closer this time. You were trying to find all the pieces of your clothing, some of which Sam had destroyed in your shared fit of passion.

“I’m butt naked, man,” Sam called out wearily. “We don’t know what happened.”

You found your t-shirt with a joyous cry, pulling it on quickly and tossing Sam his pants that were right next to it. He caught them, dragging them on only to realize that you’d broken the zipper in your impatience. “Oops?” you offered, giving him a lop-sided grin.

“Your pants,” he grunted, kicking them towards you. “What did she do to us?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, shimmying into the pants and grimacing as the denim brushed against your bare and bruised cunt. “Kinda hope Dean killed her.”

“Are you decent?” Dean yelled.

“Mostly!” you shouted back, getting to your feet. “Where are my goddamn shoes?”

“We should really talk about this,” Sam said, finding one of his boots a few meters away. “But like -”

“Later?”

“Yeah.”

Dean finally appeared, frowning at you and his brother. “What the hell happened to you guys?”

Sam grinned sheepishly. “Witch got us with some kinda spell, we think,” he explained, hope blossoming on his face. “Did you kill her?”

His brother grinned. “Dropped a house on her. You shoulda seen it. I Dorothy’d that motherf-” He paused as something on the ground caught his eye and he bent to pick it up. Your skin crawled with heat as he held your bra aloft, the broken strap hanging down. “Is this -” His eyes slid to you, a dirty smirk on his lips. “Oh boy, she whammied you good, huh?” The smirk became a leer. “Or was that Sam?”

You growled, storming up to him and snatching the broken brassiere from his grasp as he keeled over laughing. “You’re lucky I don’t have my gun.”

[bellarkeselection]

Hi I was wondering if you can write a for yellowstone where kayce dutton s/o ex is stalking her and kayce had to go away for awhile and he comes back and finds her in the hospital with their kid ( not tate ) they had a accident on the ranch and he has flashbacks maybe from when his mom died

Baby You'll Be Safe Now

Kayce entered the hospital not really sure why the nurse just said he was marked as someone's emergency contact but wouldn't give the name. He hadn't been able to think clearly since he and Monica spilt up a few months ago. Tate, his son followed behind him in his steps as they followed the nurse to the room. Kayce opened the door and halted in his boots at the sight he saw before him now. Y/n L/n his childhood best friend lays in the bed clearly bruised all over with a little big pregnant belly. Her eyes were barely open as she mumbled in a shacky breath. "Kayce...it's...Tucker." He told his son to wait in the hallway closing the door gently behind himself.

Blinking my eyes opened I watched my best friend pull up a chair to my bedside nearly bawling in tears before we've even spoken another word to each other. The last time I saw him was the day he left to join the Navy seals because he got a girl pregnant from High school and needed the money. He wouldn't take any from his father or make her get rid of the child either. "Where's that son of a bitch. Y/n, what happened!" Kayce asked gently taking my hand in his. Sucking in a breath I was in a lot of pain because my ex had found me and beat me up because I wouldn't take him back. "I was heading to your family ranch but he grabbed me coming out of the bar. He...pulled me behind the alley demanding I tell him that...that the baby is his...but it's not..." Kayce and I locked eyes with each other both now crying.

Tucker Brecken was the boy I liked in high school, until we got together and I saw that he was extremely controlling and didn't want me talking with my best friend anymore. I broke up with him the night I went with Kayce to a party and we had some drinks and kissed. I prayed when I got pregnant that it wasn't Tucker's and it was answered because it was in fact Kayce's child growing inside me. "Y/n, I'm sorry this happened to you. I'm gonna find this guy and take him to the train station if that's what you want." He clutched his other hand into a fist baring his teeth at me. Lifting my freehand up I rest it against his cheek mumbled in a tired breath. "Kayce, you need to know...this baby is yours...not Tucker's."

Kayce leans up out of the chair gently kissing my forehead and whispering into my hair. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. I'm gonna take care of him Y/n. So he can't stalk you anymore." He intertwined our hands together kissing my palm. The door opened and in walks a little boy running up to Kayce. "Daddy, whose this?" He asked with a grin. "She's pregnant Tate with your possible little sister or brother. Her name is Y/n." I wave to the boy before he hugs me bouncing up and down in the seat. "Are you gonna marry my dad?" Kayce and I both stared at each other before I answered the boy knowing it was to marry anyone it would always be the youngest Dutton. "Maybe someday, Tate. Maybe someday."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[c3llybaby]

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. ✭ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

MAY, 1976; EDDIE

(Excerpt)

Background Music ————————————— -Seven by Taylor Swift- ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻

"That's much better." Chance grinned, overtly pleased from my change. A rustle sounded from the trees. Whatever it was sounded sinister, a creature creeping up on us kids, ready to pounce and eat us alive. It sounded again. "What's that?" My friend shuddered, turning pale.

"The Big Bad." Whispering my fearful answer, I scooted closer to Chance. "It's got us. Can't you see it? It's right over there." I pointed to a randomly selected area, my finger trembling. "Right there."

We had conjured up a monster from our shared imagination. One that looked sickly as it loomed above us with spindly legs. Its teeth were sharp and jagged, skin luminescent. Big Bad had been brought to life, a manifestation of every bit of our trauma and fear.

"Ruuuuun!" Chance screeched, grappling onto my arm and yanking me up with her. Two children bolted out of the copse, our ankles scratched by vindictive twigs. "Don't let it get you!" We scrambled out into broad daylight, reentering the world we knew. Only Chance didn't stop running.

Our hands broke apart when she stopped at the foot of a Sugar Maple. She began to scale her way up the tree, climbing up the branches with a skill I could never possess.

This tree was different than Little Castle—the tree we played in due to its great big hollow. Instead, the Sugar Maple had easy-to-reach branches, perfect for climbing at the bottom but when you got to the top...not so much.

"Chance, what are you doing?" I called out to her, no longer scared of Big Bad but of something else. She had shimmied too far up, no longer able to move as nimbly as before. My hand ghosted over the first branch, fear freezing me from moving.

"Come on! The Big Bad's comin' for us, Eddie!" Chance exclaimed over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the bright glow of the rich green leaves, a little girl at age seven hiding away in the thick multitude of branches. "Don't be scared just come on up and I'll keep you safe!"

"Chance!" Crying out did nothing, Chance kept clambering up the tree's limbs. She had to be at least fifteen feet off the ground when it happened. My heart dropped as quickly as her body did. She missed a branch, overestimating herself and slipping. She fell down and down and down, hitting the earth with a loud thunk. "Oh my, God." I breathed, vision shaking. The Big Bad had got her. "Chance! Chance! Chance!" Shouting her name, I shook her body. "Wake up, Chance!" My hand went to the back of her head as I tried opening her eyes. Warm liquid painted my palm and when I pulled it away, blood coated the skin. A sick-wrenching feeling took me over, I scrambled up to my feet and ran as fast as I could to the lake's shoreline. "Help! Help! Somebody help me!" I screamed, throat going raw. "Please, Uncle Wayne! Thomas! Anybody! Help!"

SEPTEMBER, 1985; EDDIE

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Background Music ————————————— -Heaven's On Fire by KISS- ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻

"She thinks she is just so-" I reached up to touch a tree's stray limb, the bark rough against my hand. "When she really isn't. She's a real bitch. Yeah, a real fucking bitch. Thinks she's better than everyone when she's actually a bitch. A real-" Gaze dipping through the trees, my eyes caught something from across the lake.

It was in a secluded area. No one could've seen her except for me. The lake was deserted except for Uncle Wayne and Thomas but they were in a completely different part of the lake. Chance was on the shoreline opposite me, in the process of taking off her baggy overalls. Her boots were kicked off to the side. She didn't stop with the overalls. Nope.

She continued stripping and off went her shirt, then her bra. I forced my stare off of her, ducking behind a tree when she began to thumb the top of her underwear. Suddenly, I had no control of my body. It seemed to move without my knowledge, making its way over to Chance's spot in the woods.

I tried forcing the image of her half-naked body out of my head but it was too late. It was burned into my memory for all of hellish eternity. My daze continued until I reached her swimming hole. A switch flipped in me and I remembered myself.

I hated her. I hated Chance. She hated me. We both hated each other. She was nothing more than a bitch.

A bitch.

A bitch.

A bitch.

I stepped around her pile of abandoned clothes, ignoring that her underwear had cherries printed across them. Picking up a sizable rock, I revealed myself from the curtaining trees and pitched it out into the water. Chance shot up from the lake, arms jerking to cover her chest.

"Eddie?!" She scowled, hair slicked back from the water. "Oh, you-!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a pervert, I'm a peeping tom, I'm a freak. I've heard it all before. Enjoying your swim?" I propped myself against the nearby tree, arms crossing.

"Turn around!"

"Why?"

"Because I am naked you stupid fuck!"

"Nothing I haven't seen before." That was true.

When we were really young we used to change in front of each other all the time. We even had clothes for each other at our trailers. What made things different now was age. Our bodies didn't look the same anymore and Chance had boobs. Objectively nice boobs. Nice girl boobs.

"Pass me my clothes then."

"You got it, Your Highness." I snickered, throwing over her underwear and bra. She caught each one, slipping them on under the water. "Mind if I come in?"

"Why? So you can try somethin'?" Chance sneered, her belly button just visible above the water. I unzipped my hoodie, shedding it so it fell onto the forest floor. Next, I lifted my shirt, wrestling it off.

"With you?" I laughed, unbuckling my belt. "Never." My sneakers and socks laid together in a messy pile, joined by my pants soon after. "Don't flatter yourself." Left in nothing but my boxers, I made my way in, wading toward her.

"Fine. By all means, join me." She threw her hands up, sighing irritably into the water. "It's not like I care. You've already seen me naked anyway."

"Has your boyfriend seen you naked?" Asking innocently, I floated beside her.

"No, Nash has not-"

"Nash? Nash Thistle-Berry?!" Now, this was too good to be true. "That kid's like four foot two. He looks like he belongs in middle school."

"For your information." Chance mouthed off, sending a splash of water my way. "He is five foot seven!" Another wave hit my face and I decided to splash her back.

"Nash? Seriously, you have the worst taste in guys."

"He's sweet."

"He's totally uppity with all of his fucking daddy's money," I argued, taking another hit of water to the face. We were now engaged in a tense splashing battle, waiting to see who would fold first. "Nash is such a kiss-up to Jason too."

"He drives a Rolls Royce." Chance added water droplets rolling down her face. "And he always pays."

"Ah, so it's about the money. You're a gold digger." My hands paused in the water battle, staying beneath the water.

"So what if I am?" She squinted under the beating sun. "Why would I want to be with a poor boy when I deserve the best? Why should I work so hard when I've been bustin' my ass my entire life? What's wrong with datin' a rich boy?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. As long as you like him." I could feel blood rush through my ears, pounding all the way from my heart. "Do you like him?"

BOYISH//EDDIEMUNSONXOC FANFICTION

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 ᴏꜰ ᴇʟ ᴘᴀꜱᴏ, ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴꜱ, ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴɪᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟʟʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴏᴍ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ.

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ.

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❝ 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, ❞

❝ 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 ❞

── 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐬𝐡 • 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭

｡･ﾟﾟ･　TROPES　･ﾟﾟ･｡

◦ Childhood friends to strangers ◦ Strangers to enemies ◦ Enemies to friends ◦ Friends to lovers ◦ Love triangle ◦ Lust for fame ◦ Parental Issues ◦ Freak + Freak

┎┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┒ TRIGGER WARNING Contains themes of... ┖┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┚ ◦ Blood ◦ Gore ◦ Fear ◦ Swearing ◦ Death ◦ Mention of suicide ◦ Drugs ◦ Rare use of gay slurs

*＊✿❀ DO NOT READ IF ❀✿＊*

You're xenophobic, racist, colorist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic. Kindly, suck my dick.

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• Hello, my name is Celeste and I'm so happy that you chose to click on my book! I hope you'll enjoy what you read and know that I love interacting with my readers, whether by DM's, Posting on my message board, or sending me art/edits of my stories. I love each and every one of you dearly. Happy reading, Love!

Yours truly, Celeste

• Disclaimer: I'm aware that in canon Eddie was held back a couple years and he's a super senior. However I changed it so that he was never held back and that he is a seventeen year old teenage boy.

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MY BOUNDARIES (AKA THE SIN LIST) - Please do not advertise your Eddie Munson fan fiction. Someone did this in like the first chapter and said something like "If anyone gets bored this is my Eddie fanfic...blah blah blah" and it really rubbbed me the wrong way. Other characters are completely fine! -Please do not use slurs if you are not from the group that the slur has been used against -Please do not comment that my characters are cringy/embarrassing. This has been happening in the first chapters of BOYISH because Chance is not nice to Eddie when they first meet. It's an enemies-to-lovers story, Babe, what did you expect? Saying that my characters are cringy/ embarrassing makes me feel like you are saying that my writing is cringy/embarrassing. If you have a thought or problem with how I write, please by all means channel it into constructive criticism. I put a lot of time and effort into this story and I do not want to be made to feel bad about it.

[give-soup-please]

Could I get head cannons about the narrator and a reader who is a computer in one of the offices- Ok I know that sounds weird, it's based on a dream I had. Like maybe the Stanley found a little easter egg where it's nighttime and he finds a sentient computer in an office who is a bit unaware of their surroundings. And Computer reader is just like "Oh hey Stanley how was your day?" And when Stanley gets the easter egg the narrator is locked out so he can't say anything or see anything that happens. So, the narrator gets the Easter egg himself without Stanley around, and when he meets reader their just like. "Oh hey Stanley, back again I see-"

"I'm not Stanley."

"Oh....who are then?"

And a little friendship develops from there, maybe the narrator keep them in his office to look after them, or maybe even tries to give them a more moveable body/vessel idk IT'S REALLY WEIRD I'LL BE ON MY WAY OUT BYEE-

(ALSO! Happy birthday mate :3 and just saying I was the person asking about the flustered reader by the narrator's voice and the overworked reader so yeah....BYE)

(I’m bending the prompt a little. Hope that’s alright) 

Narrator with Reader Who is a Computer in the Office

Stanley backs out of the boss’s office at the last second, trapping the narrator and cutting him off. He’s done this ending before, hundreds of times, but there’s always a hope it will be different. 

He will enter the escape pod before it gets dark and the game resets. Surely, he will be able to do it this time.

He strolls through the empty office, and is almost at the door that will lead him where he wants to go, when he spots your computer.

He knew all variations of what would appear on those screens. Inputs that will take him to button heaven, “the end is never the end” repeated infinitely, desktop screens, and all of the others. This one is different.

It’s got a green blinking indicator just like the monitor that gives him orders, but instead of giving commands, it reads: “Hello?” 

Cautiously, he sits down at the desk. He starts typing, then stops. What if this is another trick by the narrator, like his wife who turned out to be a mannequin? 

Whatever’s on the other side of that screen notices that Stanley is typing, and puts out another message. “Is someone there?”

Stanley looks around, double checking that the narrator is nowhere to be found, despite the fact that he can’t see the narrator anyway. 

The two of you start messaging back and forth. Stanley loses track of time, because it’s been so long since he’s found something new.

Every time he does the escape pod ending, you’re there waiting for him. The two of you develop quite the friendship over time. 

You always ask after his health, he always chats about how he’s doing. He asks who you are, but you don’t really have any clear answers for him.

You don’t seem to understand that you exist in an office. The only thing you can see besides the darkness is the wall of text that you two create together. 

Maybe you’re just as lonely as he is. 

After he’s done talking to you, he attempts to make it to the escape pod. It always slips through his fingers. At least he’s made a new friend in you, so it’s not a complete loss.

The two of you keep this up for a very long time, until one day… he just stops visiting. Memories of the conversations you two had seem distant. 

It turns out that when the player unplugged the phone, and the narrator booted the player out of Stanley, the game broke. He stops moving, unable to make a choice. The narrator begs him to move, and Stanley can’t. 

The narrator loses track of how much time he spends, waiting for something to change. It eventually begins to dawn on him that Stanley really won’t come back. Not in the way the narrator wants him to, anyway.

The narrator wanders through the office, feeling listless and out of control. While in his despair, he finds you.

Your message is blinking up cheerily at him. “Hello Stanley, how are you doing today?”

The narrator stares for several seconds. He built this office from the ground up. Every piece of furniture, every picture, every pile of papers, all adding to his narrative and the overall atmosphere of his story. He knows this office very well, and you aren’t meant to be here. Who the heck are you?

The narrator starts typing, wondering if he’s doing the right thing. He writes out, ‘I’m not Stanley.’, hits enter, and waits to see what will happen next. 

‘Who are you, then?’ The narrator works out the best way to respond. ‘I’m a storyteller. I was telling Stanley’s story, but…’ He stops there, emotions still too close to the surface to tell a stranger about the tragedy that was going on in his personal life.

The narrator takes a longer time to develop a friendship with you, having been so recently burned by Stanley leaving. But he’s lonely, and you’re there, and he can’t stop himself from coming back to you.

Eventually, you get moved into a room that the narrator rests in when he’s not narrating. It’s easier to talk to you that way, and he doesn’t have to look at the office, which is too cluttered with old memories.

The two of you talk about everything except for Stanley. You learn not to press on that particular bruise the narrator is nursing. You become the narrator’s anchor, because he has someone to talk to, someone who will pay attention to his words. He still prefers speaking over typing though, and begins to hatch an idea.

‘Reader’, he types one day. ‘Would you like to have a body, so we can talk to each other properly?’ The indicator blinks for several moments, as you work through your reply.

‘I think that would be nice.’ You write. ‘But…’ The narrator begins to get nervous. He’s so close to having someone in his life again. What could your hesitation be? 

‘Will it hurt?’ Ah. The narrator is again stumped on how to answer this. He eventually settles on ‘I don’t think so. I’ll do everything I can to make your transition as seamless as possible. However, I may need to put you to sleep for a bit so I can transfer your consciousness over to a new form. Is that okay?’

Under other circumstances, he may not ask for permission, but he’s grown so attached to you that the thought of hurting you is excruciating to him. You give your permission gladly.

The day arrives. He’s built a body especially for you, custom to your requests. The last message he sees before you’re shut off is, ‘It’s been a lot of fun having these conversations, narrator. You speak so well. I hope your voice is as nice as your words. I hope I get to see you soon.’ He stares at the blank screen for several moments before getting to work.

He’s never worked so hard in his life. Building a model from scratch is difficult. It took him a while to develop someone as bland as Stanley, and your personality is strong in comparison. He sculpts, he molds, and when things are difficult, he daydreams about the life you’ll be able to share together once your body is complete. 

He begins to download your consciousness into your new form, which is a lot more difficult than he thought. He has to capture every single piece of you, even the subtle things that give you ‘flavor’ for lack of a better word. It’s exhausting work, but you’re worth it.

You come back from the edge of the void slowly. Your eyes crack open, and the narrator begins to laugh with delight.

It takes a while for you to learn the mechanics of your new body, but the narrator is with you every step of the way.   

(sorry this one took so long anon, the concept kind of got away from me and woah i think this is the longest one i've done so far.)

[burningablaze]

Midoriya x Reader - Time to Relax

Summary: After a long day of doing hero work, Midoriya comes home exhausted. To make his day a little better, you wanted to give him a special massage treatment

Relationship: S/O

Lee: Midoriya

Ler: Reader

Words: 1,864

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“Perfect,” You said as you gently set your new foot bath over a towel. You bounced on your toes in excitement. You recently bought a new foot spa since your other one broke, and this new foot bath has everything you needed: heat settings, a bubble machine, rollers, and a pumice stone. It was perfect.

Before you could pour water into the small tub, Midoriya just got home from hero work. He looked more tired than usual; his eyelids were halfway closed, tiny beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, and his face cringed with every step he took.

“Izuku?” You whimpered. You were worried about Midoriya. He had a rough, tiring day. He strolled toward you as he groaned. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah, I’m just exhausted. I’ll be fine.”

Midoriya sat down on the couch and took his shoes off. He sighed with relief. “I think these boots are killing me. I understand that the iron soles in my shoes allow me to make my kicks stronger, but I’m starting to believe that there getting uncomfortable.”

“Can you get them redone?” You asked and sat down next to him with your leg underneath you and used your arm as a headrest. Midoriya leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll go by the support team tomorrow to see what modifications they can do. For now, I just want to rest.”

You combed through his hair and lightly scratched his scalp, hoping it would make him feel relaxed. Midoriya gently smiled and breathed softly. You smiled with him without thinking. Midoriya lifted his head and noticed something on the floor before you. “What is that?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed and looked down at your feet; your foot bath was still ready to be used. “Oh! I just got that today!” You said excitedly. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Your other one was old and broken. You used my card, right?” Midoriya inquired. You stared at him, thinking that he already knew the answer. No, you did not use his card.

“Baby, I don’t need to use your card all the time.” You said. Midoriya pushed out his bottom lip. “But I like when you buy stuff to spoil yourself.” This man is such a baby.

You sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll use your card next time I go shopping,” Midoriya smiled widely. “But!” You exclaimed. Midoriya’s smile disappeared again. “I have to know if it’s okay with you first. I don’t want to spend all of your money.”

“Alright, deal,” Midoriya said. “Are you going to use it right now?” He questioned. “Nope. You are!” You chimed. “M-Me? But I never had anything like this before!” He said while covering his socked foot with the other. “Honey, you’ll be fine. It’s totally relaxing.” You reassured him.

You sprinkled Epsom salt in the bath and stirred it around. You made sure the water wasn’t too hot by using the control panel. Everything was perfect, and just in time when Midoriya came out of the bedroom in comfortable clothes.

“You ready?” You asked. Midoriya smiled sheepishly. “Y-Yeah,” He sat down on the couch in front of the foot spa. He lifted one leg to dip one foot slowly in the warm water. He suddenly became less tense and sank down into the cushions. He submerged his foot in the water and closed his eyes, letting the warm water relax him.

“How do you feel?” You asked. “It feels really good,” Midoriya replied and wiggled his toes. You looked at the control panel and pressed a button to turn on the bubble machine setting. The water began to move from the bubble jets. Midoriya giggled lightly. “It-It kinda ti-tihihickles.” “Want me to turn it off?” You asked. “No, nohoho. It’s fine.”

Midoriya wanted to explore a little more and moved his feet back and forth. He didn’t notice the rollers at the bottom. He giggled again. “What’s wrong this time?” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his reaction. “There’s these spikey things at the bottom.” He said, letting out quiet giggles here and there. “Thohohose are rollers.” You said, chuckling. “Oh,”

After an hour, it was time to turn it off. Midoriya brought his feet out of the water and patted them dry with a towel that was underneath the foot bath so the water wouldn’t spill all over the floor. “Care to leave a review?” You joked. Midoriya kisses your lips. “I loved it. Don’t be surprised when I steal this away from you.” Both of you laughed.

Before Midoriya was about to get up from the couch after he was done drying his feet, you sat down in front of him with a couple of stuff in your hands. “I’m not done with you yet.” You said. You laid out a three-in-one tool and body cream next to you. “What is it?” Midoriya asked.

“I forgot to mention that you can’t just be done after soaking your feet. There are steps to make it better.” You said. Midoriya groaned. “Oh, hush, it’s not that bad.” You patted the tub, motioning to put his feet back in the water. Midoriya dunked his feet again, then pulled one foot out.

“Now then, let’s begin.” You grabbed the three-in-one tool and used the pumice stone side to softly grazed it over his heel. Midoriya wrapped his arm around his stomach and covered his mouth. He curled his toes and twitched his feet. “Stop squirming!” You said as you tried to hold his foot in place. “I cahahahahahan’t!”

You kept forgetting that Midoriya has ticklish feet. You shook your head and continued to scrub the stone over his heel and the outside of the arch. You weren’t going very fast or pressing too hard; Midoriya was just plain out ticklish. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha stohohohohohop, it tihihihihickles!” “Sorry, darling, nothing I can do about it.”

You wrapped your arm over his ankle to keep his foot still and kept going. “Nohohohohoho, that’s not fahahahahahair!” “Life’s not fair!” Midoriya struggled to slip his foot from your arm.

After you were done using the pumice stone, you flipped the handle to now use the brush. You snapped your fingers to get him to lay out one foot in front of you. “No, no, no, no, nohohohohohohoho!” “I’m sorry, baby, but this will probably tickle. I’ll be super gentle. You’ll thank me.”

You gently brushed the brush over the top of his toes. He was fighting for his life, clamping his mouth with both of his hands, and struggled not to move. His toes curled and moved away from the brush a few times, but he had to dedicate himself to getting it over with.

Midoriya panted heavily after you were done with everything, well, almost everything. You dried his feet with a towel and sat on the couch. You patted your thighs. Midoriya swung his feet over your lap. You grabbed your body cream and squirted a minimal amount of the lotion on your hands, and rubbed them together. “This will make your feet really soft and smooth.”

You glided your hands up and down his soles, wrapped them around the top of his feet, and pushed all your fingers in between his toes. Midoriya laughed like no tomorrow. He was wiggling his feet so much that you trapped his feet by placing one leg on top of his ankles while the other leg was below. You kinda felt bad, but it needed to be done.

“Plehehehehease don’t dohohohoho thahahahahahat! It’s tohohohohohoo muhuhuhuhuch! Plehehehease it tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! AAH! NOT MY TOES! NOT MY TOHOHOHOHOHOHOES! Y/N STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!”

“Alright, alright, relax, you ticklish dork.” You said. Midoriya caught his breath and wondered why you haven’t let him go yet. “Uh, Y/N, could you let my feet go?” He asked nervously. “Not right now.” You said, smirking a little. “What, why?!”

“Because you’ve been working too hard, and you seemed you never had time to give yourself a break.” “But why this? Are you going to tickle me?” “If that’s what it takes to get you to relax, then yes, I am going to tickle you.”

Your nails scribbled up and down his soles. Midoriya arched his back and squirmed around. “Nohohohohohohoho! I’ve been tihihihihihickled already! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Yeah, but I figured that this would be fun. Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!” You scratched underneath the ball of his foot and the padding underneath his toes.

“No tickle tihihihihihihickles! Dohohohohohon’t tehehehehehease mehehehehe!” "Why not? I love how you squeal and get so flustered when I tease you and tickle you just like this.”

Midoriya threw his head back and didn’t have enough strength to get his feet free. You titled your head to the side. “Are your ankles ticklish?” You asked. Your hands slithered to his ankles and very lightly fluttered your fingertips over his ankles.

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehehe Y/N!” Midoriya blushed again and covered his mouth with his palms. “Aww, it does tickle, doesn’t it?” You kept the teasing and tickled all over his ankles. “Stohohohohohop teasing mehehehehehe!” “Tempting, but no.”

You softly glided your fingers across the top of his feet all the way to the top of his toes. “Y/N! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha, please, not my tohohohohohoes!”

You smirked. “Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you through your giggling.” Immediately you dug underneath his toes. Midoriya thrashed around like a worm while screaming.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, coo! Who’s my favorite ticklish pro hero?”

His loud laughter absolutely made you smile and kept tickling me for another moment. You kept one hand tickling his toes while using the other to rake his sole on his other foot. He went bunkers with that move.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, PLEASE, STOHOHOHOHOP! Y/N PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAY AWAYEHEHEHEHE FROM MY TOHOHOHOES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Midoriya was desperately pulling his legs back to him as his face was turning red and his stomach was hurting. This time, you finally stopped torturing him. You lifted your leg so Midoriya could have his feet back. He continued to giggle as his feet felt tingly.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to go overboard.” You apologized with a sad tone. Somehow you felt upset about how much you tickled him and didn’t stop until he was screaming. All you wanted for him was to relax.

Midoriya stopped his giggling and glared at you. Your heart was beating against your chest of his scary gaze. Then, in one swoop, Midoriya playfully growled and pulled you close to him until you ended up lying on his chest. He began to kiss you on your cheeks and neck.

“Hahahahahahahaha, Izu! Quit it!” You shrieked. Midoriya gave out one last big kiss on your cheek before he stopped. “So your not mad?” You asked. “How can I be mad when you made me feel better? You have no idea how much I needed to laugh like that.” He said and pulled a lock of hair out of your face. “I’m glad.” You rested your head underneath his chin. “If All Might saw me now, he would probably do the same thing.” Midoriya chuckled. “Then don’t stop smiling.”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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