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xkaidaxxxx · 9 months ago

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Yuji Itadori x chubby reader

May have errors since this is 2am writing.

“ Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Yuji said. He was very upset about you starving yourself all for a guy. It was absolutely stupid for you to do such a thing. “Whatever Yuji it’s fine. I swear.” He wanted to slap some sense into you but instead he walked away. As he turned around the corner you frowned.

Yuji Itadori is attracted to you. When people make fun of your appearance he’s TTG.(trained to go.) He is ready to fight. “What’s up with you?” Megumi asked Yuji as he slammed his fist at the wall. “ I hate him. I loathe him. I’d beat him to death if I could.” He then looked at his hand still feeling rage even after causing himself harm. “ You have to respect her decisions even if it ends up messy.” Megumi said patting his back. Megumi was right. It’s your life. You create your own path with the decisions you make. “He’s a total dick. Even his name sucks. Kousuke.” Yuji spoke while he cleaned the blood off his hand.

NEXT DAY

“You should really try using a waist trainer or something’s to show off your boobs that way people focus more on that than your fat.” Kousuke said laughing afterwards to make it sound like a joke. “I know right!” You giggled but actually understood. “She’s perfect the way she is Kousuke. If you don’t like that then you can leave.” Yuji spoke giving him a death glare. “Yuji he’s just giving me ideas on how to lose weight.” You defended him. Kousuke then leaned down and pecked your cheek. “See you later darling.” He whispered in your ear and walked away. “ He’s messing with you y/n. Open your eyes. You shouldn’t change for someone. You’re beautiful already.” He said as you both headed to the restaurant where you planned to meet up with Megumi and Nobara. “ Excuse me..y/n..may I speak to you please.” Umi (Kousuke’s ex.) She’s skinny and small. She almost looks sick. “Hey Umi” you smiled. “I came to warn you. . . Kousuke isn’t who you think he is. He’s manipulating you..he also gaslights.. he’ll have you end up like me.. sick until it takes a while to recover. Like me and the ex before me. He loves playing with girls weight and feelings. It does matter to him how much we weigh just as long as we end up messed up. Please listen to me..I don’t want you to suffer.” She spoke shedding tears. “He’s lovely don’t worry. He hasn’t been harmful.” She looked at you with such a worried and saddened expression. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She walked away.

As time passed by you did lose weight but you looked unhealthy. You lost 70 pounds from 194(your weight). In and unhealthy way. Along the way you stopped hanging out with Megumi,nobara and Yuji. You stayed beside Kousuke and his friends. Yuji might have not talked to you anymore but he always watched you. Watched you leaving the girls bathroom holding your stomach with a pale face after you threw up your lunch. Watched you only picking at your food then throwing it away. Watched you cry in silence in the old gymnasium the school didn’t use anymore. He watched as you fainted multiple times during PE class.

One day during an exam you passed out falling of your chair hitting you head against the wall then the ground causing you to bleed. Yuji ran over lifting you up. “Don’t just fucking look call an ambulance!!” He yelled.

“Who are you? If you’re not family you can go ahead and leave.” A nurse said. Yuji laughed at her. “You’re fucking funny.I’m staying in this room with her. Call security if you’d like. I’m not leaving her side.” The nurse sighed. She didn’t want to start a scene. It was a full house after wall. Two hours passed. They had you with 2 Iv’s.You’re dehydrated and malnourished. They were surprised how long you lasted like that. “Y-Yuji oh sweetheart thank you for watching her until we got here.”Your mother said. After all you moved in with your grandma just to attend this school with Yuji so it took your parents awhile. “I’m staying here with her just in case you guys need to go and grab things.” Yuji replied watching as your parents sat in chairs beside you. “Yes son thank you we appreciate it.” Your father said. He loves Yuji for you. He thinks he’s a hardworking, respectful, smart and strong man for his daughter.

You finally woke up feeling dizzy with a headache as well. “My love Hi sweetheart” Your mother said tearing up. “Hey flower.” Your father said with a lump in his throat. “You’re awake y/n” Yuji said with tears slipping. He was angry at himself for not stopping you or at least trying.

The following months Kousuke dumped you. In front of everyone. He made sure it embarrassed you.

Afterwards you sat alone during lunch and In classes as well. Your heart ached but it was your fault you ended up like how you are. You couldn’t face your friends especially Yuji. Until you had the courage to. “Hi… Um… Y-Yuji.” You said tapping his shoulder hoping he’d turn around and acknowledge you. You teared up and tapped his shoulder again. Your heart was pounding. “Oh hey y/n.” He replied upset. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I ended up like this .. you cared for me all along. I can’t believe we stopped talking. I messed up and I’m sorry.” You cried gripping his jacket not knowing you were. He suddenly held you in his arms. “Don’t you dare hurt yourself like that again. I’m not ever allowing you to leave my life again. I love you. I always will. I’m glad your health is better and your weight is good. My chubby girl.” He said crying ugly. It was pretty funny. “ I will accept your feelings just give me time okay. I do like you. Being away from you after the hospital made me think so many things…dad was right. You’re meant to be for me.” You said holding onto him tight. “You’re meant for me y/n. I’m so lucky.” He said not letting go.

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norabrice1701 · 1 year ago

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Twist My Heart - Ch. 3

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Hangman” Seresin

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Ch. 3 Warnings: Language; tornado chasing drama

Some days turn out to be a bust. The storm fronts don’t backbuild. The wind shears calm down. The potent tornadic cocktail of warm moist air near the ground and cooler dry winds aloft falls apart.

It doesn’t leave a lot for Bradley to fill his days with, but it does usually make great viewing for spectacular thunderstorms.

Like this one. Lightning spiderwebs across the sky, shooting out of the storm cell many miles in the distance. Thunder rumbles low in the air, but the calm breeze and chirping crickets around him give no signs of any imminent bad weather overhead. Not only would a downpour of rain soak the worn wool blanket from the SUV’s e-pack on which they sit, but it would ruin the last bites of food in the Chinese to-go containers spread between them.

Music floats out from the SUV’s open windows at Hangman’s insistence. At this late hour, whatever local station he’d found plays a mix of golden oldies and sounds of the 70s that provides a mellow background beneath the storm’s distant rumbling.

“Now, that’s a beauty.” Hangman comments around half a bite of eggroll as a bolt of lightning arcs across the sky and extends down to a distant point on the horizon.

Bradley shakes his head, wiping a drop of pork lo mein sauce from his mustache. “For all you know, that bolt just set someone’s house on fire.”

Hangman cocks his head, shrugging an indifferent shoulder. “If not them, it would have been someone else. Electrons don’t discriminate much.” He tilts his head back to face the sky, elongating his neck, and Bradley refuses to look. “Ever think you’ll get struck?”

He shrugs a shoulder in return, twisting another bite of noodles on his fork as more lightning flares in the distance. “The odds of that happening are like 1 in 12,000. Well… maybe 8,000 in our occupation.”

Hangman chuckles softly. “Always runnin’ the numbers, huh, Roo?”

The soft drop of the diminutive nickname settles with a low swoop in Bradley’s gut. It has no right to – Hangman calls him Roo fairly frequently – so, it must be something in the lo mein. He sets the fork down, suddenly full. “Just doing my job,” he clarifies. “Data is the backbone of meteorology, after all.”

“Aw, but you’re missing the best part.” Hangman scolds with another crunch of egg roll shell. “The backbone gives structure, sure, but without impulse – without instinct – it has no life. And where’s the fun in that?”

“God, she’s beautiful.” Bradley whispered under his breath in complete awe. The visible funnel swirled with deadly grace out the windshield, chewing up the green countryside without mercy. Her dry rear flank downdraft afforded them a pristine, unobstructed view as Hangman kept his foot on the gas pedal. Bradley almost couldn’t believe their luck. If they could get just close enough and get into position, if he could get a good measurement of that downdraft, track the velocity and trajectory -

The sudden braking force of deceleration slammed through him. He jerked forward against his seat belt, bracing against the dashboard as he glared over at Hangman. “What are you doing?!” He yelled with shocked confusion as Hangman stayed on the brake pedal. “We’re going to lose it!”

Hangman shook his head with firm conviction as he gripped the wheel tight. “No - look at the angle of that downdraft, the undertow. She’s gonna shift course.”

Bradley stared at him agape. “Come on, man - that’s perfect vertical alignment!”

“But it’s not stable. Not for long.” Hangman swept a hand in front of him, motioning out the windshield. “Look - just there on the north side of the cloud base.”

Bradley forced himself to look forward, to ignore the pounding of his heart that insisted they keep to the obvious course ahead. But then - he saw it, too. The unstable rotation presented itself in the currents made visible by the thick clouds. It grew in intensity, and fuck… he’d completely missed it. “Shit��” He breathed as realization washed over him. “A sidewinder.”

Hangman’s tongue swiped over his top lip, smile sharpening with the thrill of the chase. “Wasn’t there a road back there?”

“Yeah,” Bradley answered blindly, turning around in his seat to squint out the rearview window. “Go, go!”

Hangman’s hand landed on the back of Bradley’s headrest as he slammed the SUV into reverse. A wave of his subtly spicy cologne accompanied the movement, sending a rush of appreciative heat through Bradley and forming a potent cocktail with the adrenaline already flooding his body. Hangman braced, turning his gaze out the rearview window as he steered with his other hand. Bradley swiveled his gaze back to the front of the vehicle, holding himself steady as Hangman laid on the brakes and cranked the wheel.

The dirt road stretched ahead of them, leading towards the dark grey horizon and the roaring tornado. Bradley’s heart pounded faster as the SUV accelerated forward, too focused in the moment to be too disappointed when Hangman’s arm fell away.

“Upper level winds increasing, sidewinder in effect.” Coyote’s voice sounded over the radio. “But stability is… marginal at bes-”

“Radar indicated hail.” Fanboy interrupted. “Repeat, radar indicated hail.”

A hard ping sounded off the SUV’s roof, followed by another. And yet another as a curtain of hail descended upon them.

“Radar indicated, my ass.” Hangman grumbled, switching on the windshield wipers.

Bradley reached for the radio. “Dagger 1 confirms the hail.” He said, squinting out the windshield for a hard look. “Penny-sized.”

“Dagger 2 copies the hail,” Nat called out. “Good thing Mav has good fleet insurance.”

The falling hail increased, slamming into the SUV’s metal exterior loud enough to make Bradley’s ears ring. He pressed his radio button as he tried to scan for the tornado ahead. “Good thing - fuck, we’ve got a shit-ton. Visibility is extremely poor.”

Despite the deafening hail, Bob’s voice sounded over the cacophony. “That’s not a unit of measurement in the system.”

Hangman clicked his tongue with a shake of his head despite his intense focus on the road ahead. “Man’s a scientist, alright.”

“Rear flank downdraft beginning to undercut the surface currents.” Coyote reported with an air of disappointment. “Beware the bulge. Repeat - beware the bulge.”

Bradley’s heart sank, deflating at the news. It wouldn’t be long now until the tornado tilted under the dying circulation of air, creating the telltale bugle shape before dissipating altogether. The hail lessened its intensity, affording them a view of the tornado just off their two o’clock. It would have been the prime position - Hangman’s instincts were right on the money.

Bradley’s brow furrows as he tries to ignore the unwanted memory. Hangman’s instincts have always been right on the money, and a stab of jealousy flares in Bradley’s gut. No matter how much data he stares at, it’s something that he’ll never be able to match. And if Hangman is only in this business for the adrenaline thrill ride he gets from his instinctual intuition, then he’s chosen the wrong career. Slowly, Bradley shakes his head. “That’s got to be the dumbest thing –”

“You’re just jealous that you didn’t think of it first.”

He sets the empty container down next to the other discarded remains of their hasty dinner. “If you’re only in this for the adrenaline rush, come on, man… this severe weather shit ruins people’s lives, and data and study is the only weapon against it.” He hears himself say. “Not everyone gets off from chasing tornadoes like you do. Astraphobia is literally the third most common phobia in the US.”

“Fear of thunder and lightning?” Hangman confirms before eating the last bite of egg roll.

Bradley hums in agreement as he takes a sip of water. “Right behind acrophobia and zoophobia.”

Hangman smacks his lips. “Well, that’s some caveman level shit right there.” His head turns towards Bradley, arching an elegant brow to match the teasing slant of his mouth. “Aren’t you just a fount of knowledge, Mr. Trivial Pursuit.”

Heat threatens to rise in Bradley’s cheeks. “It’s not hard to figure out – all phobias are irrational fears that tap into the fight-or-flight instinct which is as old as caveman days.”

“God, you’re such a nerd.” His taunting tone matches the mischief gleaming in his eyes. “No wonder you’re a scientist. I’m sure the school kids just love you during Science Day presentations.”

Mercifully, Bradley’s never had to share one of those days with Hangman yet. Mav’s always been proud of Dagger Labs’ support of the local schools and never hesitates to volunteer his team to come speak at Science Day events, rolling up with their mobile lab vehicles and poster boards all about tornadoes. The kids get a thrill out of the yellow flashing lights mounted to the top of the SUVs, but Bradley doesn’t tell them it’s to help EMS locate their vehicle should it blow off the road or get trapped by debris.

Though, he has no idea how Hangman interacts with kids. The boys probably feed off his too-cool-for-school swagger, and the girls probably swoon at his handsome features and dazzling smile. And with his charisma? God, he probably wins over the entire crowd – including teachers and chaperones. Jealousy pits in Bradley’s stomach at the sudden thought of Hangman being swarmed in a teacher’s lounge with everyone vying for his attention.

He swallows it down with a sigh as a loud peal of thunder fills the air. It draws his gaze back to the natural light show playing out in front of them across the dusty field. No matter how long he studies the sky, the duality of nature still stuns him – how something so violent and intense up-close can appear so peaceful and soothing at a distance. It tugs at his adventurous curiosity, sparks his desire to chase the destination unknown… but that just further sharpens how much he enjoys just sitting here with Hangman.

No… with Jake.

The sappy thought shoots a pang of longing through his heart that he quickly tries to snuff out. Movement shuffles off to his left as Jake shifts against the blanket. With the food finished, he stretches his legs out and leans back against his elbows. It doesn’t look overly comfortable, but Bradley will freely admit that his own muscles are starting to protest from sitting cross-legged for so long.

Another bolt of lightning flashes in the sky as Bradley unfolds his right leg. He rests his boot flat against the blanket, bending his knee and propping his elbow atop it. “You know,” he starts, glancing over at Jake. “For as much as you rag on nerdy scientists, you sure do keep ironic company. There are other ways to enjoy the wonders of the sky, you know. Or is that why you chase? Fear of flying – aerophobia?”

Jake chuckles softly. “If the sky didn’t come down here, you can bet your ass that I’d be up there.” His voice is free of a disparaging tone as the glow of distant lightning dances on his skin. “Maybe someday. Or in another life.”

Bradley arches a brow. “You believe in reincarnation?”

Jake turns a quizzical look on him. “Oh, come on - I meant in, like, a parallel universe or whatever they call it.” He arches a teasing brow. “Haven’t you ever seen a Marvel film?”

An unbidden fond chuckle crawls up Bradley’s throat. “That’s the multiverse, Bagman.”

An answering chuckle lights up Jake’s face, highlighting his dimples as his eyes glitter in the faint light. “And I rest my case, bird brain.”

Bradley’s smile grows with warm appreciation and curious study the longer he holds Jake’s gaze. He’s not surprised that Jake didn’t directly answer his question. Whatever reason Jake has for chasing storms instead of flying planes is his own business. Perhaps it’s simply because Jake is just so damn good at what he does.

Slowly, Bradley forces himself to turn away, looking back out over the storm that passes in front of them. He kicks out his left leg and extends his right before leaning back on his elbows to mirror Jake’s position. His back is glad for the relief and the stretch feels good on his shoulders.

“I think I was maybe 10 or so,” Jake starts softly, voice carrying over a rolling rumble of thunder. “When I saw The Right Stuff – and I remember thinking that Yaeger’s shining silver NF-104A Starfighter was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”

“Just the plane?” Bradley can’t resist the taunt. “Or do you have a thing for Chuck Yaeger, too?”

“No denying the man had balls the size of Mars to do what he did in those experimental rocket planes. Hell, the kind of power they were playing with – they had no idea.” He shakes his head as a curious note of awe sounds in his voice. “The real video of Yaeger’s crash in that plane is enough to give anyone aerophobia, though it’s just incredible. He stayed in the cockpit for over two minutes in a freefall flat-spin – didn’t eject until the absolute last second.”

Bradley arches a curious brow. “Over two minutes? So, someone just stood there with a camera pointed at a free falling plane for over two minutes and did nothing to help?”

“Not a damn thing anyone on the ground could have done.” Jake counters with an easy shrug. “In that moment, it was all down to him in the fight against gravity. Man vs. nature in the most extreme.”

Bradley turns his head towards Jake, still not quite able to believe it. “Like the actual, real footage? Wouldn’t that be military classified or some shit?”

“It’s on YouTube.” The corner of Jake’s mouth lifts as he meets Bradley’s gaze, eyes glittering with a distant burst of lighting. “Sounds like I may have to take back calling you Mr. Trivial Pursuit.”

Thunder rumbles in the air as Bradley blinks and just… looks. Facets of light reflect in Jake’s eyes and catch on his skin, highlighting the inviting shape of his mouth. Words stick in Bradley’s throat and the music from the SUV’s speakers suddenly sounds too loud.

You don’t know what it’s like Baby, you don’t know what it’s like To love somebody, to love somebody The way I love you

What would Jake do if Bradley leaned in and kissed him? Would he welcome the advance and pull Bradley down atop him? Would he yield control of that smart mouth to Bradley’s will? Would he shatter Bradley’s heart into a million pieces?

Bradley works a hard swallow down his throat, forcing himself to look away. More lightning streaks across the sky, not nearly as beautiful as the man next to him. He wets his top lip, summoning a reply. “Well as bad as Trivial Pursuit is, I won’t be offended if you don’t call me that.” He hopes his voice is steadier than he feels. “But even then, it’s not as bad as Scrabble. Because that’s it right?” He risks a quick glance over. “You’re so good at playing Hangman because you’ve played so much Scrabble…”

Jake’s mouth twists with amused incredulity. “How dare you even think that. I hate Scrabble.”

A grin teases Bradley’s face without permission. “To be fair, you don’t look like a Scrabble guy. But you also don’t look like a Hangman guy either, so the jury’s still out as to why you are.”

He hopes he hasn’t overstepped by saying it aloud. Jake typically reveals very little about himself - which paints tonight’s conversation about The Right Stuff in a whole new light. Is the man just genuinely shy? Or is it purely self-preservation? Either way, Bradley’s not trying to pry, but his curiosity has only grown since that first fateful game.

A guarded edge creeps into Jake’s gaze, but the rest of his face brightens with curious intrigue that shouldn’t be so appealing. “Why spoil your fun guessing? You’re zero for two so far.” The familiar competitive edge sharpens his grin. “Though, in all fairness – I do intend to win.”

Bradley’s mouth pinches with vague annoyance. “I don’t doubt that. Even if I do manage to get it right, I feel like you’ll keep me guessing anyway.”

Jake’s mouth falls with mock-indignation. “Well, now I’ve half a mind to challenge you to pistols at dawn for that one.” He shifts his weight, bringing his right hand to rest over his heart. “On my honor as a storm chaser – if you do manage to get it right, I promise to tell you.”

Bradley’s not sure what weight that carries but butterflies alight in his stomach nonetheless. Everything about it should send him running for the hills – everything about Jake will only break his heart once Jake has his fill and his restlessness takes over – but Bradley’s unable to do anything but return a determined smile. “And when I win, I’ll hold you to it.”

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stevestonbike · 3 months ago

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Did it

106 km in about 6 hours including that damn hill. 920 meters at the top. Warm Clear weather. Apparently I did a PB from the bottom of Taylor way to well up the highway. Taylor way is the steepest bit of this ride and of the Granfondo. It is 10% for about 0.5 km?

As usual it was hard work. I held long stretches of 200 Watts +. I had to stop a few times to shake out my legs and rest my bum. It would get sore then a minute of rest and I was fine again.

I finally remembered to measure the climb from sea level to the top. 21.21 km. The Official distance is 12 km from 1/4 vertically the way up the mountain. Those 220 meters of climb count too.

It was hard work.

Just as I got to the entrance to Cypress park two guys passed me. One asked, " How do your legs feel today?" I said, " I will know in an hour." I caught up to them at this look out point at 470 meters of elevation and one guy was complaining of cramps and thinking of turning around. He was older (my age?) and trying to keep up with a younger guy. That was the problem he was pushing too hard trying to keep up. I have a history of cramps. I managed to avoid any on the mountain today. Once I got home though I had to be careful how I bent my legs for a few hours.

I got to the top got some water and dumped one bottle on my head. I managed to use only two bottles for the way up. That was a worry. One full one for the trip down was more than enough. It is a fast trip down.

One thing is that the Blue Canyon Endurace bike does not feel solid at speed. I was holding the brakes to keep the speed under 50 kph going down. I descend that hill in Stanley Park at that speed. With my old Tarmac which is a racing frame I was ok doing 70 kph and hit 90 on a few occasions.

When I got home I was tired. I did not go into survival mode, I just had to keep a moderate pace for the last few km. My bike computer calculated that I should not ride again for 4 days. I was thinking of skipping my next weekday ride anyway.

The computer calculated I burned 2600 calories on the ride. I can see why losing weight is so hard. 3500 calories is one pound of fat.

So still alive. Did the deed.

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healthcarewithremedies1 · 7 months ago

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So much For Stardust Chapter Six.

No content warnings. Just Filler. I wrote this in a day. The next chapter is gonna be spicy. Not porn spicy, just drama spicy. But this fic is for mature audiences, so expect a sex scene or two in this fic (but like a tv sex scene where it’s screened over. Not those passionate porno sex scenes on AO3. Also, none of those are in this chapter.)

I got in the car and sat down in the front seat, panting from exhaustion.

“You know what Kenz needs?”

“I don’t need any—“

Loona burst out laughing before I could finish that statement. “You totally look like you could use a Starbucks.”

“Believe me. I don’t. Caffeine would just make me pass out.”

“Exactly.” Ford smiled, turning into the Starbucks parking lot. “And when’s the last time you’ve actually eaten?”

“There’s food at home.” But Wendy and Loona were chanting “Starbucks! Starbucks!” at the top of their lungs and punching the roof of Ford’s car, causing him to snicker as he turned into the drive through.

“I guess I’m outvoted.”

“Trust me, Kenz. You don’t want Ford to start cooking.”

“I can cook just fine, Wendy.” Ford retorted, but was cut off by Loona laughing out loud. “You burnt the water once trying to make toast.”

“SHUT UP!!!”

“How does one bloody burn the water after making toast?” I remembered when Gran told the story of when my mother almost burned down the house making toast. “At least you don’t get hair in the pancakes like Stan or glitter in the coffee like Mabel.”

“That’s not glitter she puts in the coffee, Kenz.” Loona chuckled as if she couldn’t believe how naive I am. “It’s not? But it’s so sparkly.”

“It’s smile dip.”

“What’s that?” This made Loona laugh harder, to which Ford had to explain. “Back in the 70’s, laws about candy were looser about what could be put in it. Smile dip contains a mild hallucinogen. It was banned with Regan’s whole ‘War on Drugs’ in the 80’s, but the locals of Gravity Falls are such hippies with drugs that it stayed around in convenience stores. Whatever you do, don’t snort it.” He pulled up to the speaker in the drive through. On the speaker was a bunch of crashing and a few chickens clucking. “What the fuck?”

“It’s just normal Gravity Falls Weirdness.”

“What do you mean?” Wendy burst out laughing. “Kenz, you have no idea what you’re about to be getting into by staying into this town.”

“And by the way. That clucking noise? That’s not a chicken. That’s the local cockatrice.”

“Should we go in there and make sure the employees aren’t turned to stone or set on fire?”

“I think they deal with this shit all the time.” Loona pulled up the Starbucks app on her phone and started putting in an order. “What do you want, Kenz?”

“I uh…” Just as I was about to say “I shouldn’t,” my stomach snarled with the intensity of a pack of wolves and my mouth was parched like the Sahara desert. “I’ll take a Trenta Strawberry assayee (Side note: I know it’s açaí, but I can’t pronounce it like that because I never quite learned to and it’s funnier to pronounce it assayee. Whenever Kenz mispronounces things, whether by accident or on purpose, I spell it how it’s pronounced because you can’t really show how a character pronounces something in fanfiction or written media like you can in scripted media like film and animation. By the way, if one of you idiots manage to animate this, Kenz’s voice is a bad moonkitti (the warrior cats YouTuber) impression done by me. However, their singing voice should they ever sing is my normal singing voice. Okay bye.) and a double smoked bacon cheddar and egg and… ooh… maybe a brownie—“

“You’re getting a brownie. There’s no maybe in this.”

“Says who?” Loona burst out laughing again. “Says me. Now don’t say you’re gaining weight because god knows that you were in a coma for five weeks and you barely ate shit!!! You tend to lose weight really quickly because you were 150 pounds before the coma and are now about 90. Billion fucked with your metabolism—“

“How the fuck do you know this?” To which Ford interjected, “It’s not rocket science. That much weight loss can be fatal. I don’t know how Bill managed to restore your ability to walk. He’s known to manipulate the biology of his victims. I think the way those wound appeared was that he—“

“Booo!!! I didn’t ask to go to school today!!!”

“Nerd!!!” Wendy and Loona flipped off Ford as I glared daggers at them. “I find Ford’s description of how I almost died very vital for my future survival aspect and somehow very interesting, thank you very much.”

“TP!!!!”

“That’s not the first time I’ve been called that, Loona.” I flipped her off back as Ford almost had to stop the car laughing so hard.

“Kenz, you need to learn to live a little. Like have you ever snuck out?” Wendy was very adamant about this.

“Uh… No?”

“Have you ever dated or made out with someone your parents didn’t like just because it made your parent mad?”

“Does kissing a boy in first grade but not with tongue on the lips count?” Loona and Wendy exchanged amused glances. “Lame.”

“Wait, you’re still a virgin?” Loona started to laugh. “How can someone who’s the senior football star’s firstborn child not have even been to a party with drugs in it?”

“Does alcohol and cigarettes count?” Even Ford couldn’t believe how dense I was being, considering how he had to hold himself still trying to get the drinks and food from the drive thru window. “Even I have been to a party with drugs. Quite a few parties with drugs.”

“Multiversal parties don’t count—“

“I was dragged along to those parties by Stanley when we were in high school.”

“And they let you two in?” Loona scoffed, to which Ford replied with a nod. “Stanley knew how to supply the drugs. Most people used him for his ADHD.”

“Okay. That’s sad.”

“Not as sad as having to spend your high school years in an independent study program during and after a global pandemic and not being able to party outside of family barbecues.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but instead took a bite of my sandwich and a sip of my drink. “Touché.” I finished the sandwich swiftly and moved onto the brownie.

“If even Ford has been to a high school rager, then you, my friend, need to get out.” Loona booped my nose. “By the way, your face is covered in chocolate.”

I licked the chocolate off my face. “Was saving that for later.” Loona burst out laughing as Wendy patted my head. “You know what? I like you. You would have fit right in with the band and theatre kids, yet not in an annoying way. Like, how should I put this, Loona?”

“Like those weirdly hot kids—“

“Excuse me?” I hid into my shirt and blushed. “Take it as a complement.” Loona laughed.

“Oh dear.” Ford sighed, reaching to bat my back, but then retracted his hand as he remembered that I was touch aversive.

“You know what Kenz needs Ford?” Wendy took a sip of her iced caramel macchiato. “Kenz needs to go out. Let loose. Be with other young adults that actually do things instead of rot and play Pokémon.”

Ford paused for a moment. “Kenz needs a bad influence. I doubt they’ve ever done a shitty decision in their life.” Loona was practically screaming in agreement.

“I don’t need a bad influence. Bills been a bad enough influence on me, thank you very much. And I just go into town—“

“You’re coming to this party whether you like it or not, Kenz.”

“And Grandpa Ford isn’t going. He’s a lame drunk and an even lamer stoner.”

“I can’t argue with that, according to kids these days standards. Just don’t drag my grandneice and nephew into your shenanigans. They’ve made enough bad decisions.”

“I’ve made bad decisions. I got into a psych ward on my eighteenth birthday. That’s practically prison.”

“That’s just sad.” Loona started texting on her phone. “Ford?”

“Im gonna agree on the girls with this one. That is really sad. Also, you were kinda voluntarily admitted for a plan—“

“Why do they even want to hang out with me if I’m so lame anyways? I thought I was too nerdy with all my weird bug facts and emotional baggage…”

Loona and Wendy burst out laughing. “Kenz, you don’t know it, but you’re the opposite of lame.”

“You don’t know me. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I can barely handle caffeine without taking a nap. And also, I can’t drive because my ADHD is just… That way. So I can’t be a designated driver.”

“But you’re hilarious.”

“No I’m not. Im grumpy and grouchy and… and… Darkness. Darkness danger and death. We literally just met. You don’t know what I’m like. Any of you.”

“Maybe we don’t. Maybe we just wanna get to know you better. To get to know you besides the shitty hand you were dealt. And by the way, you can listen to Emo music all you want, but you’ll never truly be a hardcore Emo kid. I’ve seen you around animals. You talk to them like they’re your friends. It will never not be adorable.”

“Wendy, I’m not—“

“Kenz, look. That kid has a lab!”

“What? Labbydor? Where? Where pupper?!” The car burst out laughing as I grumbled. “Ha ha. It says gullible on the ceiling and I dropped my pocket and shit.”

“At least you’re honest.” Loona smiled. “You guys don’t think it’s creepy when I talk to snakes like they’re dogs, or when I catch a weevil and let it crawl on my arm for hours shouting ‘WEEVIL TIME’ at the top of my lungs?”

“You make it hilarious. That’s part of your charm.”

“Someone has to be able to handle spiders and creepy crawlies.” Loona started to speak in an Australian accent. “You’re like Steve Irwin, mate.”

“I’ve seen your art on tumblr and your tiktoks. They’re hilarious. And you’re an excellent drawer. Also, props to you for putting AI in its place.” Wendy smiled and put her phone down.

Ford pulled up at the shack as I sat down on the couch. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to go to sleep.” Loona shook her head and lifted me up. “Come on!!! I’m exhausted!! The party’s tomorrow!!!”

“Slumber party!!!”

“Loona, be careful using that word around here. Because if Mabel hears you have a slumber party with Kenz, then Candy and Grenda are gonna be milleseconds away. And that will be too much intensity for them to take.”

“Why don’t we drag them to your place? They don’t even have a room here, yet.” Loona carried me fireman style to Wendy’s house. “We’re doing this? We’re seriously doing this?”

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Do Androids Dream of Electric Jam? - Ch. 1: Let's Kill Tonight

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"Let's kill tonight! Kill tonight! Show them all you're not the ordinary type." - Panic! at the Disco

The Reckoning

2122-11-01 : 18:39 UTC-8

The streets of Old Seattle have been left in shambles. The now-annual hundred year floods that began around the turn of the century have gradually made everything south of Madison Street officially uninhabitable.

Officially.

While the traditional brick and stone buildings of Old Seattle crumbled and dissolved in the rising brackish, toxic waters, most of the mid-century steel and glass buildings, designed to withstand earthquakes but not hurricanes, fared reasonably well. Their realsteel and concrete skeletons did, at least. The glass windows were all long-since blown out, decades of storms working to grind the remnants of the actual silicate-based glass into sand that clogged the overworked sump pumps installed in the late 2060s and early ‘70s’s and drove the city’s richest residents to abandon downtown, if not the planet altogether.

The only life left south of Madison were the families too poor to move, green and grey koi rumored to be from the old botanical gardens, and the thick-skinned ballard bullfrogs that ate them.

And The Reckoning.

“You’re late,” snapped a voice from the dark as he slid the salvaged synthsteel door shut behind himself.

He sighed in relief when the door closed silently. The Bear must’ve oiled the bearings since the last time they’d used this space and the creaking door in the supposedly hermetically sealed wreck had drawn nosy residents. “I know. I had to lose my tail, brother dear.” He looked around the room at their small—and growing ever smaller—resistance cell.

The tallest of the group looked ready to leap from his perch on top of what must’ve once been a kitchen island. He tugged at his sleeves, an old nervous habit from what the military used to call ‘shell shock.’ “Are you sure you weren’t followed?”

His twin’s firm hand on his shoulder halted his pissy retort before it could even begin. “Final check-in. Does everyone know where they need to be tomorrow night? The news drones will be out to cover the ceremony and we all need to be in place before they start.”

He nodded, “I’ll be at HQ with The Bear”—The Bear grinned and gave him two thumbs up—”Ready to divert the Catcher’s attention if he gets too close.”

With a whisper of movement, the one on the countertop dropped to the floor, hefting a mean-looking tangle of wires protruding from a grey plastene casing. “I’ll be planting these babies all over the Quad.”

“Good. And I’ll be at Pike with my own batch.” They looked around the room. Two decades still hadn’t yet filled in the hole left by their missing comrade.

The late one now gripped the shoulder next to his. “We’ll keep him safe and away from the action.”

He blew out a sharp breath, rustling a tuft of his permanently unruly hair. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered, voice low. The room fell silent and The Bear wrapped his arm around him and gave him a squeeze. Finally, he looked up. “Meet up at Duke’s if you need repairs.” He nodded again.

“Let’s go.”

The Catcher

2122-11-03 : 07:15 UTC-8

Sharp, icy rain pounded against the synthsteel windows on the 219th floor. Noxious clouds gathered a hundred feet or so below, casting an eerie burnt orange glow over the upper floors that magnified and reflected the flashes of lightning from the storm. As dawn approached, the programming in the synthsteel took over, gradually shifting from an opaque matte silver to a translucent amber. Light strips embedded in the window frame gave the floor-to-ceiling panels a soft, warm glow, simulating sunrise.

As he slept, the diffused light began to illuminate Logan’s face and, after a few moments of the slowly increasing brightness, his eyes snapped open and he sat up, blinking against the light. He allowed his vision to adjust before fumbling at the nightstand for his visored eyeglasses, setting the frames in place and flipping back his blanket.

He stripped out of his pajamas, tucking the already disintegrating material into the recycler before brushing his teeth and changing into his more durable work suit. He knotted his tie with practiced ease and slipped through the door, his bed already made and folded back into the floor until nighttime. Out of habit, Logan touched the wall to deactivate the lights in his room before he realized they were already off, the room illuminated by the artificial sunrise streaming in through the windows. With a shrug, he double tapped the panel to open the door and join his brother for breakfast.

As the door slid open, the droning natter of the newsfeed vocaloid blasting from the dining room filled his ears. Janus must already be awake and listening to the news. For the countless time, he silently thanked the soundproofing in his room.

… “claim that the latest ash converter series now taking flight is expected to clear over 16% of the radioactive ash over parts of the Pacific Northwest, from as far north as Vancouver and south down to the former Bay Area. The effect on crashing bee and wasp populations is unclear. In related news, a number of civilians started a show of support for the artificial pollinators produced by RUR (https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwif5MqGlcz5AhWeAjQIHYrcDsgQFnoECB4QAQ&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FR.U.R.&usg=AOvVaw3YAkNn3UwvYOsZi052w8xa ) after the Human Kind Institute announced their findings that it will require an 89% reduction in ash to restore insect populations to their pre-Blast levels. Leon Resk, CEO of RUR Software Corp addressed the crowds. ‘We here at the RUR pledge to continue the production of our Flightsaver pollinators, ensuring support for the world’s food chains, with only nominal price increases for hive leases in order to maintain competitiveness and satisfy fiduciary responsibilities to our stakeholders and…’”

Logan rolled his neck as he made his way down the long hallway, wishing he could somehow turn off his hearing to avoid the corporate doublespeak. He did not understand how Janus could stomach it all, but his elder brother always insisted hiding from the news wouldn’t make it go away.

“… were met with protests when later that day the president of Evergreen Energy spoke during their observation of the fifty-fifth anniversary of the Blasts. Undeterred, she announced a new fifteen-year road map for the cleanup of the battery islands impacted on that historic day. ‘Evergreen Energy has never sought to point fingers or displace blame for the ecological impact of the American terrorists’ actions on that horrific day. On the contrary, EE takes its responsibility seriously and we pledge to Clean Up Our Mess and work to reduce precipitation toxicity by 13% over the next twenty years…’”

Logan rolled his eyes, wondering which came first, the vocaloid’s programming to uncritically replay these ludicrous public relations talking points or the loss of critical reading by the human reporters of the last century. Janus had shown him ancient recordings of humans reading the news. There hadn’t been much difference.

“And in other news, today marks the tenth anniversary of the Pike Place Massacre where three lives were lost during an artifice insurrection at RUR’s primary production plant. We mourn with the surviving families and credit the quick work of the loyal Model V artifices who responded with alacrity by physically decommissioning over 800 of the responsible artifices. Yesterday, a peaceful memorial was disrupted by the actions of a malfunctioning Model V that threatened the life of the Governor and her children. The artifice was quickly dispatched by one of the city's brave Catchers—“

The vid screen was filled with grainy over-zoomed footage captured by amateur and AI vid drones. It showed the Governor, bleeding and unconscious on the ground, an aide applying pressure to a gaping wound at her side. Two small children cowered behind a blurry figure dressed in black slacks and a jacket festooned with pockets, a dark indigo shirt peeking out. The figure grappled with a tall, heavily armed artifice dressed in black foam armor. The camera zoomed again, automatic facial recognition identifying the man as Sanders, L.

"House, news off, please," Logan instructed.

Janus raised an eyebrow over his data pad. "Someone woke up cranky this morning. Usually you get through your first cup before you've ordered House to stop playing the news."

"It's just the day," he muttered. "I hope you weren't actually watching that nonsense."

"Merely burning time until I had the opportunity to bask in the presence of my little brother, the brave Civilian Catcher of Seattle."

Logan rolled his eyes but smiled as he settled into his seat. He poured a cup from the teapot on the table and took a sip before leaning forward, sharp blue eyes peering at the tremor in his brother’s hand, the paleness on the unscarred side of his face, the long, dark shadows beneath his eyes. He took another slow sip of his tea and spoke into his cup. “I didn’t see you when I came in last night.”

Janus took a bite of his omelet and chewed slowly, swallowing with some effort. “I would characterize four AM as morning, not night.”

“So you did wait up.”

“Yes, he did,” Roman chastised, giving Janus a fondly admonishing look as he walked down the hall and settled into a seat next to him. Janus poured his tea. “Good morning, Logan,” he said brightly, shaking out his napkin and placing it carefully in his lap. He raised his tea cup in salute before taking a sip. “We were all relieved when you returned home safely.”

“Good morning, Roman.” Logan smiled at the artifice, his effusive words warming him as much as the tea. “Thank you.” He raised his cup in response to Roman’s little gesture and took another sip. “And thank you for managing to cajole my brother into eventually getting a bit of sleep.”

“‘It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done.’”

Janus laughed, raising Roman’s hand to kiss his fingers. “I know you know what that’s from, but did you think I wouldn’t?” Roman’s only response was a laugh, then he gave Janus’ hand a gentle squeeze and took another sip of his tea. Looking up at his brother over his tea cup, Janus frowned. “That Model V was classed as a level 9 threat.” He paused, trying his breakfast again. “You take too many risks, Lo.”

Logan chuckled quietly, “I take every precaution.” He finished his tea and poured a second cup. “You know that… they’re your precautions. It helps to have a robotics master for a brother.”

“‘Master’ is such a distasteful word…” Janus made a sour face and stirred a little extra rice milk into his cup. He winked at Roman. “I’d graciously accept ‘expert,’ ’prodigious genius,’ ‘world-renowned—’”

“Don’t you need to be young to be considered a prodigy?”

“Now, now, now, Logan…” Patton’s cheery voice couldn’t sound stern even if he’d tried. “You know your brother’s sensitive about his age,” he chirped as he set down a plate of toast and jam in front of Logan.

“Is this—” Logan picked up the tiny jar of preserves and tapped the side of it. The impact made a rare, almost echoing ting. “This is real fruit jam. In a glass jar.” He looked up at Patton and tilted his head. “This must have been exorbitant. How did—” Logan caught Janus’ silent eye movement down toward his data pad. “No, Pat… That was a gift! Those credits were meant for you to spend on something for you… an upgrade or an experience or—”

“Something that brought me joy,” Patton grinned at Logan, eyes almost literally twinkling. Logan had been quietly relieved when Janus had reverted that upgrade, returning Patton’s irises to their factory original ice blue. Whether it was the artificiality of the tiny lights, the colder gaze it gave the caretaker he remembered more strongly than even his own brother, or merely the reminder that Patton was not human, the twinkling LEDs pushed the artifice solidly over the edge of the uncanny valley.

Seeing the hurt in Patton’s eyes in the rare few times that Logan could force himself to actually meet them had not eased his discomfort.

Still grinning with that disarming warmth, Patton winked and smeared a small scoop of the blueberry preserves over Logan’s triangle-cut toast and arranged them on the plate along with his two bean curd eggs, sunny side up, shaped in a rough smile. He patted Logan’s shoulder. “And seeing you happy, Kiddo, brings me great joy.”

“But, Pat—”

“Please don’t be angry with me, Logan. I truly bought what I wanted to buy.” He tilted his head, bright eyes scanning Logan’s features. He tucked a strand of hair away from his eyes and grinned again. “You have a big day ahead.” After Logan finally took a bite and his eyes widened in pleasure at the taste of the genuine, fruit-based jam, Patton smiled and moved to the other side of the table to refill Janus’ tea.

“So we know Logan will likely have an appearance at the press conference later today. If he doesn’t find a way out of it, of course.” Logan hid his blush behind his tea cup as Patton pointed with his chin toward Janus’ datapad. “What do you have planned today? You have first years this semester, don’t you?” Patton winked again, a quiet laugh behind his words. “Ready to torture the future programmers of the world?”

If Roman laughed, he hid it well behind his napkin.

Janus raised a hand to his chest, mouth falling open in utterly shocked outrage. “I’m as soft as a kitten on those first years.” His expression broke into a smirk at Logan’s raised eyebrow. “It’s my grad students who need to mind their step.”

Patton looked equally unconvinced and he shared a knowing look with Logan as he passed his seat on the way back to the kitchen.

"Have you been modifying his programming again?" Logan had waited until Patton had left the room, but didn’t look up from his tea, frowning into the still-steaming liquid.

"No, of course not."

Logan set down his tea and hefted the tiny jar of jam in the center of his palm. The label was hand-lettered, and Logan could only imagine where they’d gotten the ink. Perhaps home grown, along with the berries for the jam itself. With the tip of his thumbnail, he tapped the side of the jar and the old-fashioned button-top in the center of the cap. The jar was solid glass, and he didn’t need to take a sample with his watch to know the lid was realsteel.

"He has good taste." Logan looked up, surprised by Janus’ sudden comment. Janus shrugged. “You think very loudly, you know.”

“Speaking of good taste,” Roman began, tea cup cradled in his hands. “Are we continuing the Philosophiae after your classes today?”

“Are you actually enjoying it?” Janus brushed the backs of his fingers over Roman’s cheek with a gentle laugh. “You could recite Descartes in twenty-six different languages.”

“Twenty-eight,” Roman and Logan said in unison. This was far from the first time the couple had discussed the topic.

Laughing, Roman covered Janus’ hand and held it against his own cheek. “But it’s so beautiful when you read it.” He met Janus’ eyes and smiled. “Please?”

It didn’t take long for Janus to relent. “Of course, my dear,” he murmured. “Your wish is my command,” he chuckled before pulling Roman closer and pressing a kiss against his other cheek and returning to his breakfast.

When Logan had finished eating and Roman had excused himself for his morning cello practice, he stood to take the remaining dishes to the kitchen. He frowned at his brother’s half-eaten meal. “Are you feeling alright, Jan?”

Janus chuckled, “I’m fine. Just a bit of nerves. We’re interviewing for the new department chair all afternoon and I’m dreading the semi-human interaction.”

“Well, maybe take another bite of the omelet.” He jerked his head toward the kitchen entry with a little smile. “You don’t want Patton to think you’re getting sick.” He laughed, “Or worse, that you don’t like his cooking.”

“No, we definitely wouldn’t want that,” he murmured, taking back his plate for a moment and finishing two more bites of his breakfast.

Logan’s comm buzzed in his ear and he tapped it twice, watching Janus finish his tea, then unhook his cane from the back of his chair and maneuver out of his seat. As he listened to his day’s assignment, he eyed the way Janus leaned heavily on it, skin paling around the edges where he clung to the hand grip.

“Congratulations on your successful completion of last night’s assignment,” the near-human vocaloid chirped into his ear. “You have been assigned a new artifice to locate and detain.” Logan’s visor projected a meter-wide image of the wanted artifice.

It was tall, with the lanky build and habitual slouch of a decommissioned Model V bot. Structurally, it was identical to the Model V Logan had fought last night, but this new one had been heavily modded, with implants around its eyes and joints, probably extra sensors and energy packs. It had also altered its hair, lengthening it from its military standard buzzcut until its black bangs hung over its eyes, shot through with a deep purple autodye. It wore synth armor over black pants and a heavy black hoodie with worn patches of patterned vid-scrambling paint.

The image appeared to have been taken at last night’s protests, and it caught the artifice throwing back a small EMP device toward an officer’s body cam before it could activate and disrupt its own systems.

“Do you accept this assignment?”

The automated recording waited in programmed patience for his vocal print to commit to the job. “What are the charges?”

After a beat, the vocaloid rattled off a long list of offenses, larceny, destruction of public property, unauthorized modification of an artifice, unauthorized self-modification of an artifice, trespassing… Logan interrupted its litany with a sharp, “Halt list.” He sighed. “Is this artifice charged with anything beyond property crimes?”

There was another brief silence followed by a short, almost disappointed, “No.”

“Who’s next on the list if I do not accept?” Logan scoffed when the program remained silent, awaiting his passcode. The roster of other bounty hunters was an open secret. Each had a code that would reveal their assignments to the rest of the group and they all tracked each other. It was the safest way to avoid encroaching on each other’s territory because the automated dispatcher was shit and everyone knew it. “Authorization Lima-Oscar-Golf-India-Charlie-November-Tree.”

“Authorized,” the vocaloid chirped. “Recent events have overtaxed the New Seattle Police Department’s Citizen Catcher program. If you do not accept this job, it will be offered to SPD Agent R. Deckard, badge number NEX-62019.”

“Fuck.” He finally looked up and noticed Janus watching his half of the conversation. “I accept the job,” he muttered at last. “Download the file. Out.” Logan tapped his comm to end the call.

Janus leaned against the doorway, one eyebrow raised. “And I thought you only collected bounties on murderers.”

Logan straightened his tie in the mirror as he spoke, unwilling—or unable—to meet his older brother’s eyes. ‘Deckard’s a sociopath. Last year he used a perception trigger on a Model C wanted for shoplifting. Fucker said he wanted to be sure its Asmov chips still worked and it wouldn’t fight back at decom.” Logan shuddered. The poor thing’s screams had echoed through the station and the rest of the cops had just ignored it. He checked his respirator, then his gun. “Better I take it in than some animal like that.”

“Very well,” Janus’ voice was even and calm. “Are you trying to convince me?” Logan scowled at his own reflection. “Or yourself?”

“I need to go. Clock’s started.” Logan moved toward the door, but then turned around, his expression softer as he bowed his head. “See you tonight?”

“Always, Logan. Be safe.”

“Always,” he responded, eliciting a small smile from the elder brother. He turned and left, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft whoosh.

Without a sound, Patton stepped out from the hallway into the dining room and met Janus’ eyes. The human nodded once and Patton opened a secure comm line.

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moononastring · 2 years ago

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I love Gigi’s Tea Time and I’m actually in need of some friends to talk to so I hope you’re cool with me just word vomiting at you for a minute.

Me and my friend Matt have known eachother since we were 14 and we’re 27 now so it’s been a long time. We went to school together, worked together for like 8 years, he lived with me at one point for a few weeks because he was in a rough spot and now we’re work out buddies.

We HAVE NEVER been more than friends EVER. We started losing weight together in January and both have lost over 70 pounds and we’re looking good feeling good all that jazz.

He asked me to go to a wedding with him a few months ago and it was today and we went. I was assuming as friends because in all this time we’ve never so much as like thought about kissing or anything. Yeah we hug but I hug all my friends.

I know most of his family and we were all talking and his mom comes up and is like I’m so glad you guys finally got together. When I say I almost spit my drink out I literally started choking. I explained we were just friends still and apparently he was telling his family we were together. I confronted him about it and he didn’t even deny it and told me to my face that he had always thought I was the “perfect girl for him” but he just never found me attractive until now. This wedding was over an hour away from home so I just sort of let it simmer and tried to just brush it off. But now that I’m home I’ve been like sobbing for an hour because not only was that just heart breaking to me but also I feel like I just don’t even want to be friends with someone I really cared about and it sucks so bad. I just want to know if I’m over reacting because it just felt so mean to me and like our whole relationship has been… idk: like I was so good personality wise and now that he finds me attractive he thinks he’s entitled to me? Idk I’ve just never been more upset at something someone has said to me and he didn’t even think it was wrong. 😭 He tried to kiss me at the wedding and when he dropped me off at home and I just avoided it and now he’s texting me asking me what’s wrong and I don’t even know how to respond 😭 like do I explain hey you’re an asshole? Do I just let it go? Ugh.

Oh darling, I'm sorry the night didn't turn out the way you expected it!

First of all, congratulations on that weight loss journey! That's a huge deal and you casually said it like over 70 pounds isn't a massive achievement! I hope you're feeling your healthiest yet and feeling amazing in your body!

Second of all, you are not overreacting. I'm sorry that he said that to you. It was very unkind and rude. Your feelings are absolutely valid and I'm always going to tell anyone in a situation like this — that this is something you want to hash out.

You've been friends with this person for SO long and clearly, he's been a good guy for all the time you've known him. Because of that, I think it's a situation that deserves an explanation. For your sake first, I would encourage you to have a conversation only to clear things up and figure out boundaries for this friendship. He needs to understand why what we said/did was wrong and how it hurt you. He made a decision about the two of you without including you in it, which was very bold and disrespectful. He never asked you out? You two have never discussed anything about being more than friends? Why does he think that it automatically means you're together? He's making moves on you without once discussing it or asking you if this is what you want. He needs to take several steps back because it seems like he crossed the line with you.

I obviously don't know either of you personally and you'll know him and the nature of your relationship better than I ever would but I think in order to see how you feel and where you stand in this friendship moving forward, a conversation is necessary. Some guys really are that dumb and if he's been a part of your life for this long, it needs to be explained. I don't recommend over text. If you're up for replying, tell him y'all need to talk about what happened today because you ended the night feeling unhappy and unsettled. From there, see when you feel comfortable talking about it with him. Don't wait too long to talk it out because it'll fester.

But more importantly, don't you dare let his lack of tact/brain make you feel any less amazing about yourself. You are amazing on the inside, and you are amazing on the outside. Just because HE happened to realize NOW that you've been attractive all along, doesn't mean anything other than he's been blind lol.

Again, I'm sorry what he did/said made you feel this way. You're doing amazing and you seem like such a great friend to him. Let yourself process how you feel for the rest of the night and even tomorrow then address it. If it made you feel like this, it's not something that should be brushed under the rug.

Feel your feels my darling but then set him straight when you're feeling calm and ready to talk it out.

I heart you bby <3

#gigi’s tea time #I hope this helped someone sobs #that was a dick thing to say and it really really bugged me that he just ASSUMED y'all were together #and ASSUMED he could kiss you like WHAT #my dude calm down #asks #'nonnie

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Jumping

Tim drake x reader

This is during the time that Dick has to fake his own death. I’m also ignoring most of canon tbh. Mentions suicide ideals.

You worried about Tim. I mean, you always had since you met him in a coffee shop and they gave him your order instead of his and all he did was ask for a shot of espresso to go with it. But tonight you were terribly concerned because Tim was so sad that he was dull. His shiny black hair hang limp and his bright blue eyes looked dull and blood shot.

You couldn’t exactly blame him. It was only 2 week before that his brother Dick had died. He hadn’t touched his computer all day but instead sat staring at various places around his apartment. You forced him to eat a very late meal and he took all of 3 bite from his food.

You washed up and went back in the living room for him to be gone.

“Tim? Tim?” You asked. You noticed the window to the fire escape was open. You walked over and shivered at the cold breeze.

He was standing on the edge of the roof and you froze. Your first thought was ‘is he going to jump?’ Your heart pounded as you gently called him and it scared you even more when he didn’t respond.

“Tim? Timothy? Tim, what are you doing?” You said with fear creeping in your voice. There was no way that you could climb the stairs up a level to stop him if he jumped right now. He looked down at you disoriented.

“What?”

“Please step back. You’re- you’re scaring me. Tim, please,” you said and he took a step back but looked bewildered. You quickly climbed the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a daze. You pulled him into a hug and farther from the edge. Your body was shaking and he confusingly pat your back reassuringly.

“Don’t scare me like that,” you chided him before mentally kicking yourself. If he was that bad, he needed support not anger. He really didn’t seem to get it.

“What are you talking about? What’s got you so scared?” He finally said clearly.

“I thought- I thought you were going to jump,” you said burying your head in crook of his neck. Your fingers gripped the back of his shirt tightly and you listened to his heartbeat. You might never let go of him.

“Oh shit. I wasn’t- no. I just needed to think,” he said rubbing your hair gently. “Sorry I scared you.”

“It’s okay. I’m just worried. It’s a lot to lose your brother. Maybe you should talk to someone,” you said gently. He looked at you guiltily.

“I’ve been a little too lost in it, hu? Sorry. It’s just that.... I never expected this to happen. He always seemed invincible. He’d jump off the roof with no hooks or nets and swing on light poles before landing on the ground and wouldn’t hurt a thing. He’d take on metas and come out unscathed. That was just Dick, you know?” Tim said after a minute. “Nobody knew how he did it.”

Tim pulled you both to sit on a lawn chair on the roof. Your fingers played with the back of his hair and you couldn’t stop looking at him because you had never been so worried to lose Tim before. He flinched at the sight of how you looked at him. You were genuinely terrified earlier.

“I wouldn’t jump. I wouldn’t do that. Especially not to you,” Tim said and it scared you that you weren’t sure if he meant that he’d never do it or not where you’d possibly see. “Don’t worry. I’m right here.”

You let yourself believe that and you leaned into him, pressing your ear against his chest. His heartbeat calmed you and you listened to it as he rubbed your back. He stared out at the sky and Tim didn’t know how long you were both out there before he noticed that you had fallen asleep. He smiled a little.

Then his next thought was the logistics of getting you down to your bed without waking you. The fire escape wasn’t exactly built for carrying people through. Soft goosebumps were on your arms in the cold and Tim carefully picked you up and miraculously made it back into your apartment. After a few hair raising seconds where he almost smacked your head and feet on a door frame, he managed to get you in bed.

You hands had a death grip on his shirt and Tim was pulled into bed. It wasn’t the worst idea to get some sleep. And he certainly felt that he owed you some peace of mind after he scared you so bad. When was the last time he fell asleep? He laid back and you clung to him tightly.

The next morning you woke up warm. Far too warm. And arm was thrown over your face that you wiggled out from under and another held your back. You stretched your fingers that felt like they had been gripping something all night. The sun was out and Tim was still in bed. You put the pieces from the night before together and looked up at his face.

There was no scowl or wrinkle in his brow. He looked peaceful. His lips had a slight pout in sleep. His face had a light smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks and his hair had fallen over his eyes. You gently brushed it back to get a better look at his beautiful face. You held the back of his head as light as you could while staring at him. You almost never got this view and you just watched him sleep for a few minutes.

“Isn’t it rude to stare,” he said after a while. You jumped a little and laughed.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

“No. I think I actually got a full night sleep,” Tim said and he still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“Yeah, we should probably get breakfast,” you said moving to get up. Tim wrapped his arms around you tighter and squished you to his chest. You squeaked.

“Not yet. A few more minutes,” he mumbled almost back asleep. You chuckled and booped his nose. Tim’s eyes flew open. “What was that?”

“Waking you up,” you said and he gave you a fake glare before his arms slowly moved. Then Tim attacked your sides with a tickle. You shrieked and jumped back before he stopped. He smiled at you almost ruefully before gently kissing you chastely. His smile fell when he pulled back.

“I’ve got to go to Bludhaven today. Take care of some of his stuff that he’d want to keep,” Tim said and you frowned.

“Do you need me to go?” You were still worried about him.

“No, Jason is going. Don’t worry about me, okay,” Tim said seriously. “I need to get up because he’ll be here in 30 minutes? Maybe?”

The knock on the door said that his timing was a little off. Tim got up to go answer it. Jason stood there and he frowned as he looked Tim over.

“That’s your clothes from yesterday.”

“I’ve got to change,” Tim said, letting him in. You came out of the room with a sweater over your clothes and smiled at Jason who nodded his head at you. Tim went in the bedroom to change.

“Hey,” you whispered, barely audible. Jason looked at you confused. You hadn’t really interacted much before. “Watch out for him. He’s not okay. Alright?”

Jadon just nodded. “Anything I should know?”

“No. Not really. He scared me last night,” you admitted as you put on a pot of coffee. Jason gave you a look that clearly read ‘do I need to kick his ass?’

“What did he do?”

“He just stood on the roof edge. I thought- I thought he was going to jump,” you whispered and Jason’s face dropped. Tim hadn’t exactly had the most self preservation in his history.

“Shit, seriously?” He said with a sigh. You nodded.

“But he just seemed confused when I found him. I’m worried. Just watch out for him, okay?” You said.

“What are you two talking about?” Tim said walking in the room, throwing on a tie.

“Really? A full suit?” Jason said rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, one of us needs to look like a functional adult in case someone stops by. I can’t exactly wear sweats everywhere as WE’s CEO,” Tim said. You straightened the tie and collar.

“... and then there is you,” Tim said looking at Jason after you were done. “You look like you tattoo out of the back parking lot of a Denny’s.”

“Maybe I do,” he said dryly with a little curl to his lip. “Come on. We don’t want to be late.”

Tim nodded and gave you a kiss and Jason groaned by the door. He gave the ‘come on’ hand gesture. Tim rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know when I’m going to be back. See you later.”

“Bye.”

Half ways down the highway, with Tim as a captive audience, Jason starts to talk.

“How are you doing?”

“Fine.”

“Cut the shit. For real,” Jason said, violently passing a slow car on the highway in his truck. Tim grips the dash and is sure he’s going to die.

“I’m fine. Why do you think I’m lying?” Tim said through gritted teeth. Jason keeps driving roughly.

“Well, your girlfriend thought you were going to kill yourself last night and that isn’t exactly the first thought I’d have if I saw you on the roof. So either she’s being dramatic or you’re acting really off. Which is it, Timbo?” Jason said. Tim never missed Dick more. Jason had the subtly of a butter knife to the gut.

“I might be a little sadder, sure. I mean, my brother died,” Tim said. “Can you drive without trying to kill us?”

“I’m driving fine. Go on,” Jason said, crossing 3 lanes. The squeals of car horns behind them tell Tim he isn’t the only one that doesn’t like his driving.

“I’m gonna die in this car,” Tim muttered. Jason glared at him. “Watch the road! Okay. Fine. I feel numb. Okay? Like I don’t feel happy or sad about anything. And I’m fucking guilty because I should be over the moon because I just moved in with my girlfriend and then...”

“Then your brother died. It’s normal to feel like shit Tim. But to be numb.... you ever think you’re depressed?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know. I have anxiety,” Tim answered.

“You can have both. Is it this exit or the next?” Jason asked two second before the ramp comes up.

“This!” Tim yelped and Jason turned them off to a side road going at least 70 mph. Tim held the dash and considered praying despite being an atheist. Jason finally slowed down enough to not look like he’s driving a getaway car.

“I think you should see a therapist. I can give you mine’s number,” Jason said and Tim quickly turned to look at him.

“I didn’t know you went to therapy.”

“I was tortured, beat to death, and had to dig myself out of my own coffin. Does that seem mentally okay in anyway?”

“I mean, no. But I don’t know,” Tim said with a shrug. He just hadn’t thought about it.

“Anyways that’s not the point. The point is that she’s used to Gotham’s brand of bullshit and will help you. Okay?” Jason said driving into a parking lot and skidding into a space. “If you scare your girl like that again, I’ll knock you out.”

“Yeah. I won’t scare her again. It was an accident. And I’ll talk to your therapist,” Tim agreed. Jason nodded.

“Let’s go do something I’ve been dreading all week. Clean out golden boy’s apartment,” he said with a grimace. And they did. Anything of value was personally taken by the pair. Anything of Nightwing or Robin. Any Flying Grayson stuff. Anything that his brothers had gotten him. A moving service was moving the rest to a storage unit later that day.

Jason sat on the concrete steps outside the apartment and tossed Tim a beer. Tim barely caught it before sitting down himself. Jason pulled out his own.

“Jason, I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars to not drink that before we leave. Can we have this moment at the manor after we survive the drive home?” Tim asked and Jason sighed.

“Sure kid. Dickhead wouldn’t have liked me getting you drunk anyways. Let’s get this stuff back,” Jason said and they both went to the truck.

After dropping off the stuff and talking to Alfred, Tim and Jason were back in the truck. The beers were mercifully forgotten. Jason passed him a paper with a name and number.

“My therapist. You better call them. If not for you, for your girlfriend. You can just talk and shit,” he said not looking off the road. Jason knew better than to think that this kind of thing could be done for someone else. But he also knew it probably only took a tiny push for Tim to get help.

“Yeah, thanks.”

A few hours later Tim sat on his bed with his phone in hand. Yeah, he needed to call them.

#tim drake angst #tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Jason todd is a good brother #dick is dead #batboy x reader

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jimlingss · 4 years ago

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I love you. I love your work. That's it. I'm binge reading your fics. But I really had this dream that taehyung was trying to seduce me at work and I refused to give in because I'm professional. I went home and cried for rejecting him. Please write a fic about this for me. Why do I never get the guy even my dreams 😭 I'm a loser.

LMAO this is hilarious. I actually had a dream similarly like this too. I’ve always wanted to go to a fortune teller but the me in my dream was also a cheapskate and ended up not going ahahhaa so I feel you, anon. Hopefully this drabble can grant your dreams.

↳ The Office Trip to Pound Town

2.5k || 70% Smut, 30% Fluff || Kim Taehyung

You’re neck deep in work.

Your hands flurry across the keyboard before you’re saving the document and grabbing your pen to look over the Jeon’s contract that needs to be prepared by tomorrow. There’s barely a moment to breathe, much less look up when there’s a quiet knock at the door and it opens.

“Go ahead with lunch, Wendy. I’ll eat after I finish this.”

“She already left,” a deeper, huskier voice says and your eyes finally flicker up.

Taehyung enters, shutting the door behind him. He’s without his blazer, simply in a white dress shirt tucked into his slacks that you remember you picked out for him a few months ago. His blonde hair is styled so half of it is pushed back to reveal his arched brow and the other half falls in front of his forehead to frame his face. It should be illegal to look this good, but you’re not complaining. It’s always nice to have eye candy around the office. It cures your fatigue.

You smile at him, putting your pen down. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d visit. We’re supposed to be on our lunch break, you know. But of course, you’re always hard at work.”

“How else are the bills going to be paid? Unlike someone, I can’t just dilly-dally.”

Taehyung grins and comes behind you. You learn forward in your office chair, already knowing what he’s about to do. And the moment, Taehyung’s hands lay on your shoulders, a sigh escapes your parted lips. His thumbs dig into a particularly sore muscle, but he massages it out within seconds. You hate how easy it is to melt into his touch.

“Hey, I work hard too.”

You hum. “Not hard enough. I’m coming for your job, Kim. I’m going to get promoted to director of the department and you’ll get demoted to just being the manager.”

Taehyung scoffs. “I’d like to see you try, Mrs. Kim.”

He digs harder into another sore spot and you jolt with a pained moan. You pull away from him and turn your head around. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

Suddenly, he licks his lips and your eyes flicker to the movement. Taehyung’s voice drops an octave — it’s never good when that happens since he knows what that does to you. “Do you know what today is?”

Your eyes are rounded. You quickly scour your mind, but come up empty. “What is it?”

He sighs and starts to roll up his sleeves to his elbows, showing all forearms and the popped veins spiraling up his arms. “I’m disappointed,” Taehyung says in a husky tone. “But then again, I’ve always been the one to pay attention to the details. It’s the first day of your fertile window.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The two of you stare at one another.

He stares at you. You stare at him.

“No. Taehyung, no.”

His mouth starts to twitch and it slowly quirks into a smile. “Come on.”

“It’s unprofessional!”

God fucking dammit. He’s giving you bedroom eyes. And it hits you that the top button of his dress shirt is popped open. Oh god. He came in here just to seduce you, didn’t he?!

“Don’t you want this baby?”

“Yeah, but last time I checked, we have a perfectly good bed at home. King size actually, thanks to someone’s instance.”

“I’m working a late night tonight.” Taehyung comes closer, crowding you with his larger frame and you move back until the office chair can’t even wobble and your side is trapped at your desk. “We can’t waste any more time.”

“Taehyung,” you say his name in a scolding voice, but it’s already weakening by the second. He knows it too.

“You’re not going to make me beg for you, right?” he asks, caging you in with his arms. One of his hands curls around the chair’s armrest and the other is gripping the edge of your desk. “Unless you want me to.”

You swallow hard, resolve crumbling. It’s not like you don’t want to….

You look over his shoulder towards the door that’s shut and the blinds that have long been pulled since your online conference a few hours prior. A beat later, your attention is directed to him and his sly smirk.

Taehyung whispers, “Please?”

With a sigh, you close the distance and you feel Taehyung’s massive grin as he kisses you. He leans down as your mouths are still connected and you fall back into the office chair. Taehyung looms over your frame and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

His hot tongue licks into your mouth, eager and impatient. At the same time, his hands cup your jaw and he coaxes a whimper from you that’s muffled at his lips.

You’re supposed to be the strict, no-nonsense manager on this floor overseeing the rest. It’s pathetic that you can be reduced to a school girl by your husband. Taehyung loves it and truthfully, you don’t mind so much, but if anyone else knew, they’d be shocked.

The pair of you pull away to gasp for breath. The strand of saliva between your mouths break. Your lips are swollen while his are stained with your red lipstick.

“This is so unprofessional,” you whisper to him between pants.

Taehyung smiles sweetly, forehead pressed against yours. “A lot of people already left for their lunch break.”

“That doesn’t mean there aren't people on this floor and right outside the door.”

“That’s what makes it fun.”

“It won’t be fun if we lose our jobs.”

“Not if we get this done quickly.” He steps back and starts pulling at his belt. It clicks, unbuckling with ease and your core starts to heat in anticipation for what’s to come. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way you rub your thighs together. He smirks and then gestures to you. “As your superior, I command you to bend over.”

You scoff, but turn around anyhow to lean your front onto the desk. You wince when the papers underneath your hands start to crinkle, but it’s much too late to move them when he roughly shoves up your skirt.

“I could report you to HR for that,” you quip.

“You’d never,” he retorts with a thick voice.

He doesn’t move for a few seconds. You wonder why he hasn’t done anything, if there’s something wrong, but then it occurs to you what he’s eyeing your ass in. “Taehyung. I swear to god—”

The sound of ripping follows.

The bastard’s torn into your black, sheer stockings.

You curse and turn your head around to glare right as he tears down your underwear. “It’s fine. No one will notice. Faster this way.” You suspect he just wants to fuck you while you’re still in stockings, bent over your own desk, but you don’t call him out on it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Easy for you to say—” You yelp when your left heel is suddenly lifted off the floor. He props your bent leg on the desk and plops down into your leather office chair as if he owns it.

Before anything else can be said, Taehyung dives straight between your plump ass cheeks. He holds your hips in place, fingertips sunk into your skin as his tongue laps at your hole and he moves his face from side to side. A gasp breaks from your vocal cords and you bring one arm back to grab his hair.

“T-There’s no time, Taehyung.”

“It’s fine,” he murmurs, moving to suck a bruise into your right ass-cheek. Taehyung really gives another definition to kissing someone’s ass but rather than feeling like the superior one, you’re keening into him, crumbling at his touch. It’s turning you on how much this is turning him on, with the way he groans into your skin like he’s fully enjoying this, how he’s eager and happy to be on the giving end.

Unintentionally, you push his face closer into your ass and his slender fingers begin to gently caress your slit. Your mouth seals to suppress another moan when his warm tongue licks at your hole again. You can feel the heat of his warm breath against your cunt, so close yet still so far.

A minute later, he comes out panting. “Damn. This is better than any lunch.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s going to be your fault if you don’t get to finish.”

“Relax,” he sing-songs and you can practically hear his grin. “We’ll get there.”

Without much warning, Taehyung plunges his two fingers into your already wet cunt. You keen, failing to silence your whine and your back arches. You don’t see his smirk, how he’s fully enjoying the view while sitting back in the chair. He simply starts pumping his index and middle finger in and out of your heat. Taehyung stretches you out, curling his fingers at a particular spot that has you gripping the edge of your desk until your knuckles have turned white. You try your best not to make a sound, but it’s almost like he’s trying his best to get you to break and be noisy.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You’re leaking all over my pants.”

Even when he’s behind you, you can feel his intense gaze that’s watching you closely.

It feels degrading to be bent over your own desk like this. You’re practically dancing in the palm of Taehyung’s hand, giving into his every whim without being able to control yourself. But at the same time, all of this, the thought of him claiming your spot and taking you right here was turning you on. You don’t want to admit that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

“T-Taehyung,” you gasp, cheek pressed to your paperwork.

He chuckles lowly. “Alright, alright.”

He pulls his two fingers out of your sopping cunt and sucks on them till they're clean. Then Taehyung stands and lowers his pants just enough to remove his hard cock from his boxers. He pumps it twice and positions the red, leaking head to your swollen entrance.

You’re about to ask him what’s taking so long, but you choke on your words when he enters you with a single push of his hips. Your cunt stretches to accommodate Taehyung’s big cock that’s practically nudging at the entrance of your cervix. Your fingernails curl into the edge of your desk while you fail to stifle the whine that comes out, even when your teeth have sunk into the bottom of your lip.

“S-Sorry,” he groans. “Couldn’t help it. Don’t want to run out of time. Already at twelve forty.”

You turn your head around. “What?!”

But there’s no opportunity to react more. Not when Taehyung grabs your hips, eagerly fucking into you. Like a man on a mission, like he’s making sure he’ll get you pregnant no matter what. He withdraws his cock and then plunges as deep as he can inside your tight cunt, his hips slamming against your ass. Taehyung bends your leg to get at an even deeper angle and you turn back around, trying your best to keep in your moans and quiet the whines of his name.

The urgency of time presses on your minds, but it also fades with the onslaught of pleasure. All the papers underneath you are sure to be crumpled beyond belief, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

The pens and pencils fall over to the carpet. Your eyes sting. He’s filling you up so well.

“F-Fuck, this is so hot,” Taehyung groans, watching his cock disappear inside of you with each rapid jut of his hips. How you’re trying to still hold yourself together. The way your stockings have been torn and his underwear and yours are barely pushed away. “You’re so hot.”

“Hurry, Tae!”

He hums and you start to squeeze around him. Taehyung’s hips sputter. His pace falters before quickening urgently and impatiently. “W-Wait, wait.”

Taehyung licks his thumb and finds your clit with ease. You gasp as he rubs circles on the swollen bit and your toes curl. “Tae, Tae—” You’re afraid you’re being too loud, but the concern is overridden when you cum. There’s white flashing beneath your eyelids, a wash of pleasure that renders your knees weak.

Taehyung follows a few seconds later. He plunges in as deep as he can go with brute force and a pitched cry leaves your throat, making him slap his hand over your mouth to keep quiet.

The picture frame of you and Taehyung in Malta on your honeymoon is knocked off.

And then cum paints your velvet, warm walls. It fills your cunt, leaking past his cock. Taehyung pants on top of you and thrusts twice more in spite of your oversensitivity and his own. He holds you still for an intimate moment as you both catch your breaths. Then, he withdraws.

You shakingly get up as he tucks himself back in, buckling his belt again after he snags it off the ground. You try to fix the mess of your hair and he grins, cheeks flushed. Taehyung comes close and his thumb lifts to wipe the smudged mascara at the corner of your eye.

He can’t hold in his smile and giddily hugs you. His face affectionately nuzzles into your hair while you wonder if he knows that his cum is still leaking out of you and dripping down your thigh.

Sometimes the duality of Taehyung is jarring. You wonder how this can be the same man who just bent you over your own desk and pounded into you until there were tears in your eyes. But you suppose that’s what makes him so charming and why you married him. One second, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and spanking you till you call him daddy and the next, he’s pouting and begging you to call his dad for him because he just stubbed his toe against the door and it hurts and he needs advice on what to do.

“Sorry about the ripped stockings.”

“Uh-huh. You better buy me new ones.”

“I will.”

The pair of you pull apart and he pulls a tissue for you to wipe yourself with as you sit down and peel off the stockings once and for all to throw into the trash. If someone asks, you’ll tell them it ripped on its own.

“Well, at least that was fun, right?” Taehyung smiles as you put yourself back together.

You eye him. “What time?”

“Pardon?”

“What time are you done with the meeting?”

Taehyung blinks, not sure where you’re going with this. “Probably at eight.”

“I’ll be at your office at eight ten then,” you state plainly. “It’s only fair. I can’t be the only one having my office destroyed.”

Slowly but surely, an enormous grin spreads into his face. Taehyung leans in to kiss your cheek. “It’s a promise then.”

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung scenario #taehyung reader insert #bts reader insert #lol i can finally use the smut tag #although it's babymaking sex again #ahhh sorry I'm not very creative with smut premises #I feel like I've already done this before #but it's such a classic trope #I can't help itttt!!!#anyway hope you can enjoy it anon #your message made me lol #Jimlings #Anonymous

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bloominglately · 2 years ago

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Waking Up

There is a fine line between self improvement and acceptance. I would like to have both. I would like to be a better person while also loving and accepting myself for who I am now. I don’t know, is that possible? I have missed out on so much in life due to an anxiety fuelled propensity for avoidance. I am a very young 30 years old. I don’t have a driver’s license, and I have never been on a date. There are many other things that I am embarrassed to admit, I have never done. I would like to change my life and put myself out there. I avoid out of fear, self loathing, and depression. I escape in food and YouTube and social media and Netflix and I am done doing that. I think I am finally at a place in my life to work on myself in a meaningful way. I am starting a l glow up journey and would like to share my progress with others who may relate or be in a similar situation.

I would like to improve every aspect of my life including:

Physical Health/Weight: I would like to lose about 70-80 pounds. Right now, I am around 210 pounds. I was 220 pounds at my highest weight; I have lost about ten pounds since May 2022. I also have PCOS, sleep apnea, aching knees, digestive issues, and constant fatigue. Right now, I see both a general practitioner, and a naturopathic doctor as well as a few specialists. They have encouraged me to lose weight in a non-judgemental way at my own pace. I am very fortunate to have access to healthcare. I have all the right tools and knowledge, just need to actually apply myself, as they say. Overall, I’d like to have more energy, lose weight, heal my fatty liver, and get rid of my sleep apnea. I just want to feel better and look better.

Mental Health: I have been diagnosed with generalized anxiety, social anxiety disorder and major depression. I have a therapist and it’s going well. I am not currently on any medication but have been in the past. My goal is to feel less anxious and depressed, and to be able to function at a high level and feel well. I truly believe this is something I can accomplish. I just want to wake up with enough energy to get through the day. I would like to not hate myself. I’d like to feel secure and have a little self esteem.

Beauty/Skin: My skin is AWFUL right now. I have both trichotillomania and excoriation disorder (hair pulling and skin picking disease). I almost never pull my hair out anymore (which is great because I didn’t used to have eyebrows or lashes) but I still pick at my face, A LOT. It does not help that my hormonal imbalance from PCOS is causing me to have intense acne. As soon as I turned 30 a hormone bomb went off and I haven’t recovered since. My skin has always been pretty bad, but lately it has been so awful that I’ve kind of given up on it. I am getting back into the skin care routine now, but it’s been a huge hurdle. I am caught in a never-ending cycle of acne, in grown hairs and dark spots. Please skincare gods I humble myself before thee. Imagine having wrinkles, cystic acne, and hirsutism. What a joke.

Career & Education: I work in higher education and am in the process of applying for a master’s in education. I would like to also do a master’s in music as this is what I studied for my undergrad, however right now an M ED. Is a little more practical. Since I work in higher ed, the college I work at will cover my tuition, which is fantastic. Honestly, I think this is the only part of my life that is going relatively well. I have a decent job which is why I think now is the best time for me to really try to tackle my goals. I at least have a bit of money to finance them. I would also love to start a side hustle as a producer/composer. I am a little rusty though but also determined.

Personal/Social Life: I have a few close friends and live at home still. I don’t mind being at home though, as my mom is not well, and I like to be there for her. I also enjoy spending time with my siblings. I just wish everyone would clean up after themselves. Other than that, no complaints. I do wish I had some more friends and a more exciting social life; however, I think I need to nurture the relationship I have with myself as well as my existing friendships.

Romantic Life: LOL. DNE. I don’t think I am ready for this right now. I would like to work on the other aspects of my life first.

Finances: I have a shit ton of student debt. Like 70k. But no credit card debt. I want to pay this off as quick as I can. I would like to own a house some day, but I don’t know if that is possible in this economy. I would really love to be debt free and have a decent chunk of savings. Right now, I have very limited savings, and a whole lot of debt.

Those are the areas I’ll be focusing on. Anyone in a similar boat? I feel like I have been sleeping under the veil of depression and have just woken up. I am realizing now how much I’ve missed and how much I regret. I have definitely experienced some sort of arrested development (it’s one banana Michael, what could it cost? Ten dollars?). Does anyone else fell like they are playing catch up? Would anyone like to join me on this journey?

#glow up #self improvement #weight loss #adulting #self discipline #happiness #self care #skincare #personal #therapy #mental health

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fruitydiaz-archived · 4 years ago

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that’s my boy

eddie slips up after a successful rescue on a call and, while looking at buck looking beautiful and overjoyed, says “that’s my boy” to himself. except chim, hen, and bobby are all there when he says it.

buddie, pre-relationship, sweet fluff, pining

2,184 words

AO3 link

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That’s my boy.

Eddie doesn’t mean to say it. It’s not like it’s even a phrase that he thinks often — not in regards to Buck.

Okay, so maybe, every once in a while Eddie will look at him doing something that is so whole-heartedly Buck — like performing a rope rescue when an apartment complex is on fire, or risking his life to save his ex-girlfriend’s fiance because he made a promise, because he’s always ready and willing to fall on the sword for the people he loves, even after they’ve hurt him, (Eddie wishes he wouldn’t do that so often, actually, but he understands), or organizing a Christmas party with Athena and inviting his whole family because he knew how upset they were that he wouldn’t be spending Christmas with them, or building gingerbread houses with Chris and Denny — and being happy to do it nonetheless. Just occasional things like that that make Eddie pause and make pride swell up inside him and remind him just how much he loves this man — despite all of the stress and anguish he causes him on a regular basis.

Which, is also, not something he thinks about often. The love thing, that is. The stress and anguish — that’s constant.

But when they’re on a call and Buck is ripping his helmet off, wiping the sweat from his forehead, skipping after the ambulance as it pulls away, overjoyed that his on-his-feet thinking and bull-headed determination saved yet another life, Eddie can’t help it when he smiles fondly, shakes his head, and chuckles to himself.

“That’s my boy.”

He doesn’t really process what he’s said until he looks back up and sees Hen, Chimney, and Bobby all staring at him. Chimney’s stopped chewing on his gum, mouth hanging a little open, Hen’s frozen with one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised, and Bobby’s looking at him with that look he gets when another imaginary piece of some metaphorical puzzle that only he is privy to falls into place. He tends to look at Eddie like that often, especially around Buck.

Eddie just stares back at them, tilting his head to the side a little, and pursing his lips.

“Your boy?” Hen prompts eventually, an amused grin slowly spreading on her face. Eddie feels his cheeks warm but shakes his head in confusion.

“What? I didn’t say—” Chimney starts shaking his head violently, cutting Eddie off.

“Nope, nope, you definitely did say those words.”

Eddie opens his mouth to argue that no he didn’t otherwise he would remember and also he’s never once said those words about Buck out loud so, of course, he wouldn’t — but Bobby holds his hand up, silencing all of them. Eddie tries hard to convince himself that the smirk on Bobby’s face isn’t also amused, because he likes to think that Bobby’s above all that. He’s their Captain, after all.

“Alright, you guys. Let’s wrap this up, okay?” Bobby says gently, gesturing to the scene in front of them. Eddie nods, avoiding making eye contact with either Hen or Chimney.

He does sneak a glance at Buck, eventually. He can’t really help himself. Buck’s like a magnet for him. He’s pretty sure he’d be able to spot Buck instantly, in any crowd, on any day. It’s partially this itch he has, this need to know where the people he cares about are, at all times, just to know that they’re safe. But also, there’s just a natural gravity that Buck has. Eddie always finds himself being pulled closer and closer.

It’s golden hour and Buck’s leaning against a post on the side of the street, talking to Athena and Bobby, making exaggerated gestures with his hands as he relays what just happened to them, even though they were right there with him. His hair looks soft and tousled, like it always does when he pulls his helmet off at the end of a call. The sunlight is hitting it just so, illuminating the edges of it and making it glow golden, like a halo around Buck’s head. Warmth blooms in Eddie’s chest at the sight.

That’s my boy.

When he turns back to the scene Hen and Chimney are smirking at him again. He rolls his eyes, finishes packing up, and spins to jog back to the truck.

Eddie likes to make his home in denial. It’s an island that keeps him safe, keeps him away from all of the things that could hurt him — like the reality of his feelings.

He’s known for a while that he feels something for Buck — he’s just not always sure what that feeling is. The thing about his feelings for Buck is that...not only are they absolutely terrifying to him — but they’re also confusing. He doesn’t fully understand his feelings because he’s not sure they're anything he’s ever felt before, not all at once, at least. He wasn’t expecting this — not from Buck.

Eddie doesn’t let a lot of people get close to him. It’s just a thing that he developed in his childhood that got stronger over time, the more he experienced loving and losing people. You don’t let people close, you don’t get hurt when they leave. That’s a simple fact.

But Buck hadn’t listened to that. Buck didn’t care that Eddie was scared of letting him in only for him to leave — because for Buck leaving wasn’t even an option. He had fucked up once and he spent every single moment since doing his damned best to make sure Eddie knew that he was ride or die, with him ‘till the end of the line. And he meant it, Eddie knew that.

So it could be easy for Eddie to look at Buck and be grateful that he has a friend like that, a support system that, no matter how hard either one of them tried, they couldn’t fuck up. But Eddie’s never felt the way he feels about Buck for anyone, ever. He had close friends in his childhood, and they always said they would be together forever, but none of them were around anymore. What did they have to base their loyalty off of, anyway? It was never serious when they said it, it was kid stuff.

And in his adulthood, most of his friends were from the army. They shared a lot of experiences that nobody else would understand, and came a lot closer than your average friendship, given the circumstances, but none of them made Eddie feel the way he does about Buck.

Certainly, no one looked at Christopher the way Buck did, save for his own family, and that was enough to throw Eddie’s entire body into some strange whirlpool of emotions he rarely let himself get swept up in.

Chris was Eddie’s entire world. He wanted to protect him from every hurt imaginable, even when he knew he couldn’t. Sometimes that protectiveness led to him making mistakes — but he was a parent and that was bound to happen, and he had to learn how to adjust, how to step back, and let Christopher find out things on his own. He had to let him get hurt, sometimes, and then encourage him to get back up.

But the hurt Eddie wanted to protect him from most of all was the hurt of abandonment. He never wanted to let another person into his life again, not without knowing that they would stay.

And Buck? Buck would do anything for Christopher. He never even had to say it because Eddie just knew. He said it in all of his actions, the way he walked all day after the tsunami, bleeding from his arm, collapsing in exhaustion only after he saw that Chris was safe. The way he encouraged him to never give up, to find a way to do whatever he wants. He loves Chris, and that makes Eddie love him even more.

He’s loved people before. Even if he’s not one to say it often, not in those words at least, he recognizes it when he feels it. He loves his family, his parents, his sisters, his aunt, his Abuela — even when they’re overstepping his carefully set boundaries. He loved the guys in his unit. He loved Shannon, he loves Christopher. He loves everyone at the 118, the family he chose.

But Buck is something different. Buck is something he’s never felt before.

When he realized he loved Shannon, it was like a hurricane that came out of nowhere, rushing over him, drenching him in its rains, pulling him in every direction, and leaving him entirely breathless. She was a perfect storm of love and chaos. One that he doesn’t regret, but one that he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to experience again. He’s not sure he could survive that kind of devastation again.

But Buck wasn’t anything like that, even though Eddie’s pretty sure that he should be, with all of his fierce love and reckless abandon. Eddie realized he loved Buck like watching a sunrise, slowly, gradually, growing warmer and brighter over time. He was a sight that made your chest ache from its beauty, one of those things that made you feel lucky to be alive, one of those things that made you feel like you were blessed to witness it.

He left Eddie feeling stunned and off-balance, but warm, and comforted at the same time. The thing about sunrises was that you could always count on them to come back around the next day. No matter what storms the night before brought, the sun was always there in the morning.

Buck made Eddie feel safe.

That’s my boy.

He’s packing up his gear in the truck when he spots Buck out of the corner of his eye, jogging towards him. He pretends to ignore him, ducking his head and smiling to himself as he shuts the door on the truck.

“Hey man, did you see that?” Buck says as he approaches Eddie. His voice is light and airy, like he’s a little out of breath from the jog over, which would make sense since he’s still got at least 70 pounds of gear on him. But he doesn’t look bothered by it at all. He just clasps his hands together and smiles at Eddie with that giant, overly pleased, and just on the verge of shy smile — the one he always shares with Eddie.

Eddie leans against the truck casually, crossing his arms and nodding at Buck, smiling.

“Yeah, I saw it. You did good, kid.” His heart constricts at the way Buck lights up at the praise. It’s times like these where he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch him, card a hand through his hair and then bring him in gently, tucking Buck’s face into his neck and holding him close, whispering all the words of encouragement he never got to hear when he was younger.

But he settles for this, standing at arm's length and keeping his praise to a minimum.

“We did good,” Buck corrects, punching Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “We make a good team.”

The team, Eddie knows, consists of Bobby, Chimney, Hen, Buck, and him. But when Buck looks at him like that, when he says things like that, it makes him feel like it's about just the two of them.

Buck’s matching his position, leaning against the truck now, looking down at Eddie with his flushed face and his sweet smile. It’s like they’re the only two people in the world. It’s an intoxicating feeling, so addictive that Eddie often wishes that he could just let himself get lost in it, soak up all of the love and attention that just radiates off of Buck, stretch out in the sunlight and just let it warm him all over, be utterly and unashamedly selfish with it. To relish in that love that he’s not always sure he deserves.

He opens his mouth, not sure what exactly he’s going to say next, when Hen appears behind him, patting him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Eddie, you and your boy ready to head back home or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty all night?” She shoots him a sly grin over her shoulder as she passes by them to climb into the truck. Eddie freezes a little at the teasing, not sure what he’ll say if Buck turns to him, tilts his head, and asks what did she mean by your boy?

But he doesn’t tilt his head in question at all. His eyes lock with Eddie’s for just a second and the corners of his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. Eddie feels his breath get trapped somewhere in his chest and then Buck turns away and disappears into the truck.

He hangs back for a bit, struggling to catch his breath again, nodding at Chimney and Bobby as they brush past him. Bobby pauses before he rounds the truck, looking back at Eddie with an amused smile.

“You good, Diaz?” He calls. Eddie looks away before nodding, waving a hand, and pulling the door open.

“All good, Cap.”

#okay i'm going to go workout now and then start work but here's something i wrote #everyone's being ANGSTY and i LOVE it but i just wanted to b swEET for a moment #and i love writing eddie in love with buck idk idk #soft boys #buddie #911 fic #911 fox #al talks #writing

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winterwolf0916 · 4 years ago

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𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿

Jason Todd x Tamaran! Reader

Requested by anon: Hiya! I love your blog so much, and I just was wondering, if you're taking requests right now, could I request some Jason Todd x a Tamaranean reader? Like maybe she stowed away to earth when Kory made a trip to Tamaran and she's really cute and sweet and enthusiastic and fun and she had no family back home so Kory's like yeah alright you can be my sidekick and she has to get used to life on earth and meets Jason as Robin and they become friends to lovers to oh no he fuckin dead to lovers again?

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Language, Mentions of Death, Slow Burn & oh! did I mention fluff?

A/n: My heart... Also, I pray and hope you enjoy this one, love. This took me a while to finish but I got it done and I got carried away it. I wont lie, my writing isn’t the best but I hope this is something you what wanted or close to it.

Word Count: 3K

Kori loves your company

You were like the little sister she never had

A better sister than Blackfire of course

When she brought you to earth you were so amazed at everything

It looks so lively and green.

Flying around and feeling the cool waters from the ocean, the beautiful smell of the flowers and pines from the trees, and the shiny reflection on the buildings.

As Kori was going to take a visit to the cave to see Dick for a mission, she brought you along for an introduction.

He looked scary once you were brought inside.

“Kori! So nice to see you again. Oh, who’s this?” Dick glanced at your direction as you hid behind her like a scared kitten.

“Ah, this is Y/n L/n. A Tamaranean like me.”

“Hello y/n. I’m Nightwing.” You were mostly afraid of the masks because you haven’t seen anyone like him with that sort.

Dick noticed your fear then he took it off, causing you to relax a little, and shook your hand. “It’s so nice to have you on Earth.” You only nodded your head with a small smile. But there was a large slam of a door and stomping onto the stairs.

“Son of a bitch! Son a crusty no good bitch!”

“Jason. We have guests.” This… ‘Jason’ took a glance at their direction before giving a frown. Once again, you hid your figure behind Kori’s, scared onto the boy

Dick apologized to the two of you and went off to lecture his younger brother.

Kori only sighed and notified you that this was normal of him before Dick came back.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just having another rough day with our dad. Jason please come greet them!” He rounded a corner with his mask on and his suit with an imprinted R.

“Robin. Pleased to meet you.” He sounded so irritated that he wanted this introduction to be over with.

Still in uneasiness with the mask, Dick quickly nudged his younger brother urging him to take it off.

Jason didn’t.

He just walked past you guys and left the cave on his motorbike.

Oh how much ass whopping he’s gonna get from Dick.

The second encounter happened at the Titans tower.

You finally learned how to control your powers and perform such combat ability that you never knew you could do.

Dick and Kori were like parents in the Tower.

You really loved the Titans

Raven may be dark but you both have such a strong friendship due to your trauma back in Tamaran and hers with her father

You suffered from a torturous experiment that left you with very similar yet slightly different powers than Kori.

Also you both love books

Garth always makes you laugh.

When training he turns into a gorilla to lift a good 3000 pounds while you could lift a good 70 tons making him go EEK!

He would make very disappointing puns but it always amuses you while everyone cringes at the dinner table.

Cyborg is like an older brother to you.

You would sometimes help him with the mechanics and lift heavy parts around while he rants about his day and he would also cheer for you when you’re sparring

They were the closest friends while the rest of the members adore you and your sweet personality

But when Jason came along with Dick for a small mission for a few weeks, you immediately locked yourself in your room.

The Titans were concerned

You were so marvelous and bubbly to all guests. Even to the infamous Batman!

Did the small bastard do something to make you like this?

Planning murder

But Dick and Kori knew why

After a lecture with the boy, Jason came by your dorm at night, still in uniform, knocking on your door, you didn’t open up, only listened from the inside

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t sincere really. “I know we started off on the wrong foot, um…” his hand went through his hair in frustration that he needed to do this. “Since we're working together, we’re going to need to become trusting of one another….I’ll...see you tomorrow I guess.” That was awkward of him.

As footsteps faded down the hallway, you started to give a small smile.

You start to warm up to him.

But when he starts doing the little things, the two of you grew a bond.

By little things, I mean correcting your moves when sparring, telling you stories of his previous missions, listening to you, exposing embarrassing stories about Dick, bringing you your favorite meals in a large amount because you’re a big eater, and lots of others.

When you first saw him without his mask, you were floating above him, pulling his face closer to yours while admiring the beautiful color of his eyes.

“Your eyes are the most gorgeous color I’ve seen here on Earth.”

Oh how your face fell when he had to leave.

Don’t get me started with Jason, he began to be more hostile when sparring with others

There was a time when he took out his feelings on a sand bag while Garth and Cyborg were questioning what that bag ever did to him.

Of course the ‘parents’ took notice of this and Dick would purposely bring you to the cave or Jason to the tower.

The two of you have such a friendship that you would sometimes prank one another yet enjoy each other's silence.

Carnivals or nights out in the city were always a blast.

Whenever the two of you would see each other, you would fly to him in a swift manner that he would sometimes stumble back to regain balance from the impact.

Soon, a single touch from him exchanging a book to you, caused you to feel such an electric current.

His smile and laughter made your heart paced faster than the speed of light

His cocky attitude and sweet side made your nine stomachs filled with butterflies.

You panicked and told Kori about it while she was sitting on her couch smiling as you explained.

“You like him y/n.” “Well of course! He’s my friend isn’t he?” “Oh dear, you’ll need to sit down for this.”

Wait, there is a different emotion called attraction?

AND IT DOESN’T STOP?

The more time you’ve spent with Jason, the more your ‘attraction’ feels stronger.

You would sometimes daydream the two of you blossoming into a relationship like Dick and Kori.

“Did you hear that Kori and Dick broke up again?” Raven stated before taking a sip of her tea. “What is this, ‘breaking up’ ?” you asked with curiosity yet wonder about this new term

When Raven sighed and gave details about it, you were 100x more terrified about the idea of a relationship

What if you and Jason will experience the same if you both ever become a couple?

You tried to distract the feeling of disheartenment with your enthusiasm

But of course, the feeling always returns

Your legs were pressed to your chest as you gaze at the ocean and it’s crystal shimmers of the moonlight, still in thought about your feelings. Jason found you on the rooftop of the tower since he figured something was wrong for the past week

As he questioned it, you asked, “Jason have you ever liked a girl that is a friend?” His foot on the edge of the building nearly slipped once you asked.

“I mean...yeah, there are times when I really liked her.”

“Do you still have feelings for one?”

“Very.”

“Really!? Who?” You were excited but felt such pain in your heart.

This boy choked onto her request. But he spoke, spoke about this ‘mystery’ girl. How adorable she is and brightening everyone’s day when it has been horrid, including his own. How he admires her caring behavior whenever someone was hurt. He really likes her and would like to take her out one day.

“Her name is Y/n.”

“What a wonderful name she has.”

“You do know I was talking about you, right?”

“Yes yes, she does have- wait what?”

Dreamy sigh

Ah yes

Young love

Kori wasn’t all surprised as she and Dick saw the two of you were walking in the streets of the city, hand in hand. She was delighted.

Dick was thrilled to see the two together yet gave Jason, the talk, if he ever does something stupid to you

The Titans congratulated the two and some exchanged money with one another after losing a bet

After a couple of months, Jason had to leave for a classified mission that’ll last a couple of weeks.

As he said his goodbyes, you gave a kiss to his cheek before rushing back inside and leaving him smiling to himself.

It was lonely for the past couple of weeks but the worst part was when it turned to a few months.

Dick headed to Gotham four weeks after Jason left.

You were frightened about your boyfriend’s well being

As Dick returns to the tower, he doesn’t look the same.

You thought he was acting in such a behavior to surprise you that Jason is back.

“Y/n...we need to talk.”

“Ok?” Kori gave a concerned glance at Dick’s direction, clearly unsure of how you’ll take the announcements. “What? Why are you both so silent? Please tell me.” You have had such a glowing smile, ready to hear it. The prank.

“Look, I know you and Jason are in a relationship but I have some...news.”

“I’m listening.” Your foot tapped in excitement while Dick grew uneasy.

“Four...four weeks ago, we located Jason in an abandoned warehouse. He was held captive there for God knows how long by the Joker. And, as Bruce headed to rescue him…” you wanted to laugh at how far Dick was taking this.

Except, he wasn’t pretending

“...He was too late. The warehouse exploded and my... Jason...passed away. I’m so sorry Y/n.” He added. You clapped your hands and giggled

“Amazing job! Brava! What an incredible and creative prank Dick. Very impressive. Now where is he so I can finally owe him a real kiss.”

The adults were silent. You took their silence as part of the prank and rushed to the bottom of the tower to find him.

But he wasn’t there.

“Ok I checked the 50 floors below us but don’t worry, I bet he’s on the roof. He’s always there.” You returned to the room where Kori and Dick sat you in.

“This isn’t made up.” Raven and a few others entered the room, you could see it in their eyes they weren’t faking but you still denied it. “He passed away y/n.”

“No he didn't...He isn’t...Jason! You can come out now! Jason?” You flew to the roof.

As you searched and it was empty that was when your stomach dropped.

“Jason!” You flew around the area. The more you searched, the heavier your heart became. As you landed on the roof and heard the doors open, you glided to Dick. “Where is he?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No…no no... this is a game, right? When I check the floors again he’ll be there, right?... Dick?” He pulled your hand and placed something on your palm.

“He’s gone Y/n. I’m so...so sorry.” Glancing to the object placed on your palm, your entire being froze at the sight.

From what you’re told, the R emblem is one of the only parts that are the easiest to clean and the least damaged on Jason’s suit after all of his missions.

What Dick gave you was the exact emblem but it was badly dented, burnt marks covered the R, scratch marks on the front and back while most of the edges are chipped.

Your legs gave weight as you fell to the floor, holding his badge close to your chest, and screamed your lungs out. Your vocals were so powerful that they made half of the windows on the Tower shatter. Tears made their way down from your cheeks to the floor as your eyes turned in a y/f/c glow.

You flew off, for time alone to grieve it all. When Kori found you, you broke down even harder in her arms

You weren’t going to turn to revenge.

Even though you saw it in Dick and a few others, you couldn’t.

Kori taught you revenge isn’t the answer along with the new Robin or better known as Tim drake

You weren’t happy Jason was replaced but continued with your bright personality.

But during the nights, you felt so empty and numb.

Why

Out of all people, why did Jason leave you

Your family and friends died due to the violence of the leaders that experimented on you.

But now the person you loved most?

More pain was placed on your shoulders.

You grieved and mourned whenever you’re alone or with Kori.

Two months later, you decided to explore the world on your own.

Saving Earth, countries, and other planets from danger.

Yet discovering the beauty onto nearly every destination

This continued for four years before you were called to Gotham for a meeting.

You greeted the Titans, other heroes you’ve met during your travels, and the bat family before the meeting starts

When it was over, you felt someone’s eyes on you.

As you located the orbs burning on your figure, you found a man with extreme built, a red helmet covering his entire head, a scarlet colored bat emblem imprinted on his black suit, and a coffee leather jacket.

You were confused as to why his eyes were wide and his body leaned forward as if he had found gold.

“Kori, why is he staring over here? Do I have something in my hair?” As your beloved best friend glanced at the man you were referring to, she let out a pearly smile.

“I think he likes you.” She snickered as you rolled your eyes.

In the past, some of your friends tried to set you up with many men. Key word: tried. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just didn’t feel right. You did try to fall for them but it just doesn’t last.

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking. He’s looking at you like, in slang terms, a ‘snack’.” You chuckled at her before returning your gaze to the mystery man. But the color of his helmet was not present to your sight, instead, the sight of an exit door closing.

You saw him once again during a mission on a tropical island.

Someone was making hybrids based on DNA from different heroes around the world.

So here you were…

Approaching the scene as the infamous Red Hood was getting choked by a 9 foot tall creature before you scared it off with a blast of your powers.

“Need a hand, big boy?” You reached out your arm, waiting for him to take it. He was hesitant.

“...Sure.” He took it and you couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised of how tall he was

As you found Kori and gave her a hug, you joined the team till the mission finished.

You really loved being in the group.

But mostly enjoyed the company of Red Hood.

There was something about him that made you smile warmly as he progressed with his idiotic plan

Kori and Roy offered for you to be an Outlaw and you gladly accepted

But the third member wasn’t all too happy about it.

The four of you all reserved an Overwater Bungalow resort on the island

A week later, you heard arguing from Kori’s home while you and Roy brought food.

“I don’t understand you, why won’t you tell her already?” Her voice muffled by the walls of the hut.

“She’s not ready.” His voice in the room as well

“Y/n has been far too ready to know who you really are.” You haven’t heard Kori this angry in ages and what did they mean about you knowing?

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh I understand plenty,” You and the red head’s eyes widen at her sass. “How long can you keep this act up? This, I want to hide this because I want to protect her, act? Your brother used that on me a few times, hmph, always knows when to make a woman angry.”

Brother? But the only brother you know she dated was-

“Don’t compare me to Dick, Kori.”

Oh...Shit…

Roy put two and two together and oh shit! He remembered his best friend mentioning a girl before his sudden death. Roy glanced at you as your eyes were wide and glossy at the truth. He kicked the door open causing the two heads to turn while you were hidden outside of the hut with your head down.

How could you not notice it before… Red Hood not revealing himself under the helmet when he was in legit trunks, constantly putting distance between the two of you, displeased when you joined the outlaws, and the worried glances between him and Kori!

“Got the food!” As Roy set the meals down and you entered the room, the air was so intense you could cut it with a knife.

“I’m not that hungry so I’m going to my room.” Kori glared at the helmet man, causing him to release a sigh.

“Do you-”

“Perfect! Now take these,” Roy gave a bag of two take outs to him and led the unresolved pair outside. “Have a good night.” He shut the door closed leaving you and the vigilante in silence.

“I can take the bag.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

It was so awkward the walk back to your huts.

He tries to make the situation lighter but it was no use.

All of that pain you felt years ago, returned and after realizing who he is...It felt so much worse.

“Hey y/n, do you want to know the story of my first kiss?” What is he trying to do now?

“That's pretty sweet! Random but sweet! Go on.” He paused in place under a shadow of a hut as a thick cloud covered the sun. His hand traveled to the back of his helmet and a sudden click was heard before steam escaped from the open cracks of his mask. It was dark and you couldn’t see his full features.

“It was a normal day, I was carrying some groceries with my butler but got lost in the crowd due to my sleep deprivation. And the craziest thing happened when I was struggling to find him, a cute y/h/c girl with bright y/e/c eyes came up to me and spoke a language I’ve never heard in my life. So I tried to understand her words but I was so clueless before she pulled my face and gave me a smooch.” Your stomach did a flip as you realized why the story was so familiar to you. “She apologized when she was done but spoke english. As she left me there completely bamboozled… I wondered, ‘I don’t know what the hell that was about but will I see her again?’ then my butler found me.”

It's a memory. Your memory and his. You dropped the bag.

“Jason.” As the darkness unsheathed and the sun’s light was visible, he took a couple of steps towards you and gosh… You didn’t realize how much you missed him when your eyes began to sting, shoulders dropped, and your bottom lip shaking.

You took flight and bolted in his arms.

“It’s you… it's really...you asshole.” you shoved him lightly while Jason expected the worst. “Asshole. Asshole. Asshole!” Every curse is a light punch on his chest.

“Easy...Easy!” He held your two hands by the wrists. “When did you learn how to curse?!”

“When you were dead!” Your eyes were covered by your signature y/f/c glow and tears streamed down your face.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down? I may be an alien and I may be nice, but I have feelings too. Feelings when we shared that first kiss, held hands, waiting for you to come back...hearing that awful news about you…” Your arms dropped and your head lowered. “And I’m feeling angry at you right now for not saying anything!”

In all honesty, he really wanted to tell you. But he didn’t know how you would take it. He's not the exactly the same when he was a teenager and he’s been through so much as Red Hood that he doesn’t want the bad guys to target you and your superhuman abilities. But his feelings for you didn’t shrink a single centimeter. It grew. Grew that he was so close to return to you and kiss you like there is no tomorrow.

“Didn’t...Haven’t you felt the same of how I felt for you, Jason? Did you hate me that much to leave me and start a new life? To get away from me?” You questioned as the glow in your eyes dimmed down to your y/c/e orbs but your water works didn’t stop. You were still shaking, thinking of how Jason never loved you. How he made you feel pain for years.

He made you feel like a human. Being an alien on Earth was quite lonely. But Kori was there with you through it all. But when Jason, a human, made you feel like you’re a human… You didn’t care about the negativity as much, you focused onto the positives. You discovered things about yourself from a different perspective. You learned how to love.

A warm embrace and the sun falling behind the horizon made your entire being warmer than the heat of the light beams. Your fingers trailed under his jacket to feel his body heat.

“Not even close.” He pulled a little before resting his forehead on yours. “It was the opposite and more. I just didn’t want you to see me in my dark life. I died and came back from the dead, every minute feeling empty. But once I learned more about myself, I wanted to change for the better. But I made so many rough decisions, that I couldn’t come back to you yet until I fixed them. I didn’t want you to love a mistake.”

“Shhh.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re never a mistake, only a good man who tried his best. The only thing that matters now, is that you’re here.” His teal orbs flickered to yours, your heart skipping a beat by the sight of your favorite colored eyes once again.

The sun was engulfed, the light dimmed till the sky was navy, and the stars were sprinkled all around the two silhouettes under the moon. The lock of your lips to his were the answer to your reunion.

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Narcos México/Narcos: Dating them would include: (6/7)

real quickly mis amores! I know everyone on this fandom is in love with this king, the man, the myth, and the legend Pacho mf Herrera, so I tried my best to keep gender neutral -I know I’m really bad at that, im sorry! :( I might’ve slipped up on the NSFW part, forgive me, but I hope I did alright, enjoy! :))

Also, I want to thank the lovely queen @cheriehyuck for giving me inspiration on this, sorry to bother you💖 I luv u💫

Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak

Warnings: NSFW!

dating Pacho would be so passionate and so full of intense love, it makes my heart hurt

Su vida no está completa sin ti :(

You can’t convince me otherwise that he’s a softy for his partner, he’s able to let his guard down-

Whenever you’re not with him, he can be the most serious mf there is, he’ll be constantly clenching his jaw and carrying a scowl on his face,,,

But, when you are with him, he’s smiling nonstop with the biggest fucking heart eyes -he’s whipped , no one can make him feel that way other than you-

There is never a dull moment with him,, he’s always making you laugh with the things he’ll whisper into your ear

Can you imagine him doing this shit in front of Miguel Angel tho?

Like the way he’ll hug you and whisper to you as he stares down Miguel, who’s already scared shitless with your appearances

It only makes Felix sweat even more when he sees you laugh as Pacho smiles down at you and back to Miguel, -

He always has his hands resting on your waist as he walks around with you with the smugest look on his face,,,

God, he doesn’t even have to introduce you to anyone because they already know who you are, like they’re already getting up to kiss your cheek and welcome you both- the power*

He’s so soft for you, anything you need or want, he’s doing it for you with the smallest smile, no questions asked

Like, you’ll both be at a party and then you’ll mention that you want a drink from the bar and he’s getting up so fast, he almost knocks over the whole fucking table to get you your drink

I can see Chepe roasting the shit out of Pacho for that, like

“Hijueputa, Pacho, con calma, no se va ir la cantina”

Then like Gilberto’s wise ass is cutting in like,

“Chepe, pues, son pajaritos enamorados, dejenlos, tu ya pasaste por eso”

He would get so much shit for the things he’s willing to do for you, but if it makes you happy, then you best believe he’ll do it again.

And honestly the Cali cartel live for seeing how you just have to snap your fingers and Pacho’s already moving,

God, they listen like chismosos when you talk about your and Pacho’s relationship, they’re invested, -

Pacho is a fashion icon ™,,, so you best believe he has the best, top of the line outfits for you, :))

Taking you out for dates is one of his favorite things to do honestly,,

He’s making sure you enjoy everything he has to offer and is always surprising you with the most elegant gifts and surprises porque el amor de su vida se lo merece

God, can you imagine him bringing live musica to your dates so he can dance with you,

“Bailamos, mi amor?” -the way he’ll smile at you as he extends his hand out to you is everything

Speaking of,,, dancing dates! :D

At all hours of the day, he’s always down to take you dancing

You two are the shining stars at parties/clubs because wow- the way your bodies just turn into one with your perfect moves -

You’ll have everyone drooling at just how phenomenal you both look together, especially with the way you both look at each other, like it’s only the two of you in the room-

Pacho loves taking you on luxurious vacations, he’s all about that,, nothing beats the feeling of just getting you all to himself on a beautiful landscape, far away from Cali and business,

*Protective Pacho*,, holy shit would he take your security seriously

If someone even looks at you wrong, he’s not letting them breathe for another second longer

I can’t even imagine how protective he gets after Gilberto’s daughters wedding incident

The world fucking stops as he walks up to your crying form,,

The way he’ll cradle your head into his neck and hug you-

“No llores, mi vida, estamos bien” - literally shaking in anger that someone almost hurt you and took you from him-

ok can you imagine the way you’ll try to stay up for him when he’s away for dirty business, making sure he came home in one piece,,

The preocupacion he has when he sees you’re still awake, “amor, que haces todavía despierta/o?”

Fuck, the way you’ll both hold eachother has me shaking,- you’ll be holding his face, making sure he isn’t hurt

As he has his hands resting on top of yours

“Estoy bien, amor” -let me go sob

But the times you accidentally do fall asleep, he’ll come up to you and softly kiss your forehead as he carefully settles in beside you- I can’t

Pacho buying you a home for the both of you-

Idk, he just wants to express how he never wants to live without you, he wants to come home to you everyday,, 🥺

I definitely see him just spacing off when he watches you, like when you’re getting ready for bed and he’s already waiting for you to come to lay next to him,,,

You feel him staring as you look over your shoulder and smile at him,,, again the softness

“Te vez magnifica/o”

The small smile he has as he pulls you on top of him- i need to stop

NSFW:

Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera, a fucking sex icon, here we go

I have so many scenarios, so bear with me,,

He’s not one to ever turn down a blowjob, like, wow, you his innocent flower, choking on his cock, is a sight that will never leave his memory,,

To be honest, I can see him relaxing out on the balcony or something, with a drink in his hand,, breathing out a content sigh as he looks down at you, gagging on him as he slowly thrusts into your mouth-

Moving your hair out of your face as he smirks at you,,

“Eso, mi amor, asi me gusta que estes” -ok

The eye contact is what’s making me weak, your watery eyes locking with his dilated ones as his thrusts become more rough,,,-

GOD, does this man make sex so fucking passionate

Like, you’ll be desperately trying to take his clothes off, as he just laughs and continues to kiss you, not bothering to take your clothes off yet,,

I just know he’s taking his damn time when he gets you on the bed,slowly taking off your clothes, caressing your whole body, making you lose all your patience as your practically begging him to just fuck you, tears of frustration coming out when he stops your hips from moving,,

“Dime cuanto me necesitas, mi vida, y ya te lo meto” I-

He’s not doing anything until he has you babbling and whimpering about how much you need him-

The way he’ll harshly grip your hip as he brings your leg to wrap around his waist and places his hand around your throat when he pushes into you-

ok so I don’t see Pacho as a “love making” type, nope, I see him going in rough with no time to adjust, the lust is just too overpowering

He has you whining from how fast but so good his rough pace is making you feel-

“No que me necesitabas? No hagas eso, no llores, te estoy cuidando, mi amor”

as he’s reaching in between your bodies to stimulate you even more- oh god

He’ll get lost in the feeling of you moaning his name and leaving marks on his back as he mercilessly pounds into you

Fuck, or the way he’ll pull you by your hair when you bite down on his shoulder,, as he hastily kisses you, drowning out your moans-

Another thing that really gets him going is when he grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head with one on his hands as he pounds you into the bed-

The way you’ll arch into him because you just need to feel more of him,,

Riding Pacho- h o ly shit,,

he loves seeing how you’ll try to urgently get yourself off on top of him,

he’ll let you do all the work as he sits there and caresses your body, smirking at how your bounces become more desperate

the chuckle he lets out when your movements falter and begin to grind your hips on his instead as you grip his hand like an anchor

“pensé que dijiste que podrías aguantar, sigue adelante, amor, sé que puedes "

As he pulls your body closer and drags his thumb to stimulate your clit,,, he’ll thrust up into you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself -wow

This man has no vergüenza , he’s fucking you out in the patio or balcony where he just knows at any minute his servants can see you,, someone kick me out

He’s had you wear only his fancy shirts at times because he lives and breathes for the sight of that,,,

I’m sorry, but he gets rock hard when he sees you walking around in his things-

Ok, so you all know that scene when he called Miguel about his cocaine shipment being ready as he revved up his motorcycle- hot

Can you imagine, instead of that, this mf would call Miguel in the middle of having you screaming his name absurdly loud-

He would have his fingers inside of you as he stares at how your trying to silently thrash on his bed, gripping his wrist, as he just talks normally to Miguel about how his 70 tons are ready,,,

He’ll curl his fingers just to have you scream his name as he lightly chuckles-

the uncomfortness from Miguel’s end has Pacho smugly saying,

"¿qué ?, vos nunca tuviste a alguien gritando tu nombre por el placer que le das, Miguelito?” -ok

Morning Sex is thinggg

Like, it’s the best way to start the morning with you moaning out his name with the view of the hacienda through the ‘window’

You two were already naked from last night, so why not take advantage of that,,

god, can you imagine the both of you laying on your sides, facing the window, where you can barely see your reflection,,

he’s resting your leg on his inner elbow, slowly thrusting from behind you, kissing your neck,,

“Buenos dias amor, como dormistes? Hm”

His hand is traveling between your legs to help get you off quicker

he just admires how your moaning out his name, letting your head fall back on him,,

- he’ll be gradually picking up the speed of his thrusts and hand as he forces you to look at him, wanting to see how you fall apart- i need help

#narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos imagine #pacho herrera x reader #pacho herrera #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos

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