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when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.
being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:
"will you take my virginity?"
maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.
"okay."
and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.
but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.
still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”
“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.
and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.
“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”
his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”
“yes. please, gojo.”
“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”
the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.
you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.
you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”
you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”
satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”
you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”
one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.
he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.
that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”
you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”
his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”
snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.
“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”
“ngh, what do you mean?”
another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”
your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”
“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”
your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.
“satoru i’m gonna—”
he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.
his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.
a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?
he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.
“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.
“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”
“hear what?”
he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”
#maeby luvs satoru!#gojo smut#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x you#jjk smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader
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the 1 - the second years !
in which you return home with one last message: it would've been you.
author's note: love when we get to go home! but the cost?
cw: swearing
riddle rosehearts
how dare you?— that was riddle's first thought when you came to his dorm, ecstatic with the prospect of coming home. however, he knew that was selfish— his rose was finally getting their wish come true! what more can he ask?
yet, as he reaches out to your arm before you are whisked away, he only had one question: was he the one? the one you wish to have lived a humble life with? the one who would've been by your side for how long time will permit?
you smiled sadly, because, as much as you are ecstatic, you are gutted at the prospect of leaving him. he was one of your favorite— scratch that, he was your favorite part of twisted wonderland. he was your destined soulmate. how cruel was it for you to figure that out when you don't belong in his world.
"riddle, if i could just easily go back on forth... i would, because you are it, riddle. you're my..." you choked up and looked down at your interlocked hands,
"you're the one." riddle choked
ruggie bucchi
why was he here? ruggie asked as you snuck him out for something. he noticed you seem happier yet withdrawn. he reached out and when you spat you're going home? he froze and nearly wanted to leave you.
ruggie didn't need someone else to abandon him, not after all the shit he put through to make things work out. he's pissed, understandably so, but he also can't help but feel defeated. this "talk" could've been his time at work, he reasoned, but here he was— shattered at the prospect.
his first question was, why? he never had someone genuinely care for him that doesn't benefit them besides his family. so when you and him make it past that enormous mountain of doubt, it was a big deal. now here you are, leaving him for what? as he looked at you, he can't help but feel angry and worst of all, sad. because he usually finds ways, but here, he's defenseless once more.
"leave then." ruggie said as he tried to hide his flattened ears and teary eyes. you reach out to him and whispered your dreams of spending your last days with him.
"i would've loved nothing more than to grow old with you, stressing over bills and making ends meet... and maybe you'll find someone else, someone sweeter and..." you caress his face and smile. "and someone who'll be with you till they get to see you succeed."
azul ashengrotto
its unfair. azul would say, you were supposed to be with him until... then again, was there ever a contract? he prides himself that no one gets away from his grasp, yet here he is, losing the most important person he dreamed to have stayed.
azul dreamed of any outcome, just not this. he laughed, foolish enough to think you would've stayed forever. as you both huddle in your private space in the vip room, he can't help but want to make a deal with you, some deal to make you stay. why not delay for a year? a decade? but as he stared at your longing eyes, he knew he had to let you go.
but he can't help but wonder. you saw how azul accepted that the leech twins will leave him the moment the time comes, it took some time... but he surrendered to that fact long ago. azul blames himself for not doing the same with your departure. he should've kept some piece of himself behind, but how foolish is he to give you his whole heart.
"perhaps we can... my dear.. please" azul hiccuped as he hugged you and unable to find it in his mind to make you stay.
"azul..." you coo, "if i had a say in this, i would've... i would've loved to live this life with you. i would've loved to see you grow your empire and well... i would've been there in every waking moment to see you become the man you dream to be." you smile and kiss his head
"and if anything, i can see you becoming that amazing man." as you shakily kissed him, "you're the one i wish i can spend my whole life with"
jade leech
if you thought he'd not fight with you, you're dead wrong. you're welcome to sit there and think he'd grovel, but he's executing every means to delay you. but once he realizes he cannot keep you any longer, he just sits there in shock.
why? why aren't you going to fight against this? wasn't he a dream of yours? was he not worth the fight? he conjured up so many questions and unabashedly used some of his unique spell so you can speak your truth, and it hurt when you answer in full honesty.
can't he just whisk you away? why aren't you... you both sit together in pain and longing. so many times has jade gotten his way this was one of the first... it hurts. he stayed there holding you close, foolishy listening to your heartbeat.
"jade...?" you whispered, "i love you" he nodded with tears in his eyes. he whispered his reply and he glared at the fact you were honest. he wishes you lied, to make him feel angry... but..
"if i could lie to you, i would've. but jade, i meant it. you're the one. i wish i could say you weren't. it would've been easier but... hey, when did i ever choose easy?"
floyd leech
he squeezed you. he didn't want you to leave. it was not fair. floyd wasn't the type to let go and accept things so easily. you were his, the moment he saw you, but why don't you fucking act like it?
you hiccuped as you were taken into his arms, he was convinced you wouldn't be taken away. floyd opened up to you, he told you things not even his twin would know. who else would be his shrimpy? who else would make things count now.
as he hiccuped and held you tightly, you gave him the dreams you wish to have shared with him. and while floyd doubts he'll get your dreams with how he might avoid it, any connection of you, you smile and just believed him.
"i was wrong about you. you proved to me how fun it was to be loved and love crazy. so floyd, prove me wrong again, and prove to me i wasn't the one for you. but, if i can be selfish, i want you to know you can never..." you gasp for air as you regret saying it, "you can never disprove how you're the one for me."
kalim al asim
he was used to losses, kalim can just find new things. but not with you. never with you. irreplaceable was the only word for you, there could only be one you. kalim wasn't prepared to lose you too.
kalim promises he'll be good, he'll go the extra mile, he begs at your feet. you couldn't leave, no. only you could've broken him down to pieces. your sunshine was what he was missing and what he yearns for every waking moment. humor him, stay.
"i could be more... or i could also!" kalim has begged and traded anything he can for the nth time. you shake your head, giving him the biggest smile you can.
"i don't need anything from you." you say as you told him everything he needed to hear, from you, "because you've given me the world, im sorry if i couldn't have given you half of what you gave me. kalim, find someone that your heart desires, screw what your baba thinks. you deserve the world. you're my greatest treasure, so you deserve at the very least the world with love"
jamil viper
jamil reasoned he should've known better. good things end up gone when it came to him. he wondered if this was some cruel prank you did, to make him face reality. but you weren't.
you sat there with a big sad smile and told him why you're leaving. it wasn't because of x or y, it was just you wanted home. jamil should've known that, but he didn't believe it. why didn't he?
jamil curses himself, he prides on knowing what to do next but he's here dumbfounded and once again one upped by you. yet, as you both accept you'll leave, jamil whispers lowly how he wishes he can be free to choose to run with you
"as stupid as it sounds, i want to run off with you" you laugh and smile. jamil looked away and just shrugged, but you looked down and talked lowly
"i wish i can say "be stupid". but hey, don't. you're too good to run away now. jamil, you're amazing. if only i could see what you'll be in the future, i would be cheering on how you were not stupid." you both laugh as you shared one last night together
"and when time passes, just know, jamil, you were the one i know will rise above everyone else."
"and you would be the one responsible as to why i didn't fail" jamil responded
silver
in dreams, silver had visions of you and him sharing a life. you both were delusional to believe the dreams, when the vision was hazy at best. but, two hearts can dream, right?
silver was shattered when you told him that you'll leave. he wondered if he still had the right to dream about you and him. you reached out to him and told him the honest truth, no. he can't dream about you anymore, not when you were never to be seen again
but, unknown to you, the last night you had with him, he dreamt of you two once more. intertwining your last dream together. let silver be selfish, for these dreams are what his heart kept desiring for.
"what did i tell you." you smile as you are welcomed into the dream both of you built together. a small cottage in a far off land, no pain or suffering touches these walls.
"dear, let me be selfish." silver pouts. and you relent, feeling the bitter pain seep in as you realized this dream shall remain only that: a dream.
"how cruel it is, my happy ending won't be with you" silver muses as you held each other, "seven knows i want it to be with you"
"oh trust me, you'll still have your happy ending. much like how i will still get mine. but if wishes and dreams came true? it would've been you, silver"
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst#twst x reader#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader#ruggie bucchi#ruggie bucchi x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#kalim al asim#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#jade leech#jade leech x reader#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#silver vanrouge#silver x reader
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HII NINI can i ask for ‘forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees’ and ‘grinding their face into their own mess(with a foot pressed behind them if you may)’ with dazai pleasee i just know he’s pathetic enough to come untouched from that thank youu
Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gn
Warning: pet play!!, teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, begging, (pre)cum eating, masochistic dazai, stepping
That reminds me when I decided to write sum’ angst for the first time, it was about dazai with abandonment issues, and people just WOULDNT STOP ASKING ME TO WRITE MORE CUZ THEY LOVED PATHETIC DAZAI SM???
He was such a good little pet. At times annoying, but still overwhelmingly fun. To be more specific, he was perfect for you, just the right amount of pathetic, just bratty enough to not overdo it and simply adorable. That smug little smirk he wears when he disobeys you, like right now.
You were sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to enter the room. A few moments ago you gave him the order to come in after he finished washing up, which is why you were waiting for his arrival. Once he opened the door, he leaned against the frame and smiled at you, asking almost innocently, “you called?” He was wearing a bathrobe that revealed his chest ever so slightly. “Yes, come closer.” You waved your hand, making yourself comfortable now that he’s here.
“Why don’t you tell me why I’ve been summoned?” He stroked through his hair, some water droplets dripped down from the ends. You stared at him, not expecting him to misbehave already, “I thought you’d know better, puppy.” Dazai chuckled, as if he expected you to say that, and immediately answered, “oh what to do, i don’t know anything~” while he talked, he brought the back of his hand to his forehead, the other one holding his clothes together.
“Can’t you explain it to me again?” The brunette pondered, pouting after he finished his sentence. You caught him sneaking some glances over to you while giving a show. “Hah- have I been too lenient with you? To think you’ve forgotten how to act around me.” Of course you knew this was just another defiant game of his, it was something he did whenever he wanted to mess with you. Normally you’d brush it off, but this time, maybe you should play along.
“Then listen to my orders carefully, puppy.” You leaned back a little, raising your head high up, “firstly, strip.” For a split second, you saw his eyes change from calculated to excited, before he went back to being collected. “Will I be the only one stripping? Oh y/n~ that’s so perverted.” He turned his head to the side, to hide behind his raised shoulder for a bit. Look at him acting like some shy virgin, was he going to ask you to be gentle as well?
Soon after, the white fluffy robe fell down to the floor. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but he wasn’t embarrassed yet. “Are you going to stare all day?” The male asked with a light grin, taking a few steps forward before closing the door behind him. “I was being considerate towards you, or do you want to be touched so badly?” He slowly walked over to you, answering in a cheeky tone, “of course, you’ve been starving me of affection lately.”
Suddenly you raised your hand and said, “stop,” and so he did as you wanted, stopping in the middle of the room. You sighed deeply, almost as if disappointed, then sneered, “don’t walk, crawl to me.” A shudder ran down his spine, and he clenched his hand subconsciously. “Crawl? Why should I do that…” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, also signing, as if copying you. You didn’t let this irritate you and simply replied, “don’t you want to earn my praise for a change?”
His ears turned red when he heard that, but instead of retaliating any more, he dropped down to his knees and looked up at you, “please praise me plenty then, master ♡” What’s this? Look at him suddenly being all docile, crawling to you on all fourth and keeping eye contact the whole time. This man, unbelievable, he really had no shame.
As soon as he arrived, he positioned himself in front of you, still on his knees all nicely with his hands gripping the edge of the bed. “Have I been good?” He almost mewled, smiling so brightly with crimson cheeks. Your hand stroked through his hair, watching him nuzzle into your palm. He’s trying so hard, it’s making you almost feel bad.
“You did pretty well, but…” you slid back on the mattress, until you could place your foot on the back of his head. Afterward, you stepped down, forcing him to bow his head. “Look at that mess your little tail made.” An amused chuckled slipped from your lips, and you couldn’t stop grinning at his flustered expression. The blush was even spreading to his shoulders now, how adorable.
Dazai stared at the ground right below him, not like he had any other choices anyway. And it was evident what you meant. His poor hard-on has been leaking the whole time, without him noticing his own arousal. Most of his precum dripped all the way down his shaft and onto his thighs, though some also coated the floor beneath him. Before he could even ask for forgiveness, you pressed down harder, resulting in his face being mere inches away from the poodle of mess he himself made.
“I’m sure a good dog would know what to do?” You’ve been mumbled, noticing how he shuddered at your every word. “Y/n, I-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you grind his face into the liquid, muttering almost to yourself, “so cute.” He whined at the harsh treatment, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. Without further delay, he stuck his tongue out and licked, making sure to make loud slurping sounds as well just to put on another show for you.
“Hnnnghh~ mhmm… uhm, mmghff…! ♡♥︎♡” More whimpers escaped his throat, and his eyes rolled to the back to his head. His body felt so hot, so electric. Hot tears steamed down his rosy cheeks. He could feel the pressure of your foot against his head, as well as his stomach curling and flutter. Simply hearing your low, slightly hitched breathing made his heart pound. After all, it meant you liked what he was doing, so he was doing a good job, right, right?
“Good boy.” You complimented him, holding your own head with your hands. “You’re doing so good, such a pretty boy.” He continued to lick across the dirtied spot, feeling a rush of heat coursing through his veins. The taste of his own fluids were maddening. It didn’t exactly have a taste, but just the thought of it and the act of doing it in front of you made it special. And exactly because he was so into it, you couldn’t stop the praise from spilling, “You are my good and obedient puppy, aren’t you?”
“Mhmm- mGhUuu~♡♡♥︎..!!!” Suddenly he moaned against the cold ground, and his toes curled. You were a little surprised which is why you moved your foot, wondering if he was actually chocking. Once he raised his head though, you understood what was up with him. Hah. This fucking pervert, cumming all over the floor over nothing.
His eyes were glazed over, hazy while his tongue hung out of his mouth. Tears and drool decorating that pretty face as he whispered meekly, “m’ sorry~♥︎♥︎♡” You stayed quiet for a moment, calming yourself down as little muffled laughs rang in his ears. After that, you teased, “maybe I shouldn’t have praised you so early on. Oh well, it just means you have to clean it again.”
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circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part two)
tutor!jayce talis x reader college au
content: reader recently decided to get a physics tutor...it's time for the first session with jayce talis
notes: walk with me and suspend ur disbelief in the actual physics talk...i have to make it somewhat believable that they're actually having tutoring sessions so i dug into the crevices of my brain for old physics topics that aren't too hard if you know them...if you don't..hopefully jayce makes sense LMAOOOO. but i will try not to do too much physics that it takes you out of it, i just want to build the tension and relationship. just trust me.
again mentions of neurodivergence/adhd references but that’s it really
word count: 1.9k
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Ekko was your longest friend—the closest one you had. He understood your brain even more than Viktor did, which was saying something. Since the day the two of you met in middle school, you became accustomed to one another. You knew each other like the back of your hands—which is why you knew he’d be so upset right now.
Immediately after leaving the student center, you scrambled to the dining hall. You and Ekko had a standing lunch date every day unless one of you said otherwise. There wasn’t always anything to say, but the idea of each other’s company comforted you—comforted him. He had been adamant that even if you two sat in silence, worked on classwork, or simply watched something on your phones, that the time was well spent.
Ekko valued these meetings in particular after his last girlfriend. You didn’t talk about Powder much…but he was devastated when she left town. The three of you had been friends for a long time…she’d abandoned you too. Acknowledging how much harder it may have been for Ekko was hard. You were forced to pick up the pieces and it started with daily check-ins over lunch. They stuck.
You spotted him sitting alone, sipping on his drink through the glass. You tapped on it softly, getting his attention, waving.
He lit up when you approached the table, “Funny seeing you here.” Ekko looked at his watch dramatically, “Almost thought you couldn’t tell time for a second there.”
“I am so sorry.” You moved to sit, pulling out the chair across from him. “I got caught up at the student center, needed a tutor for physics.”
Ekko watched you reach and grab his bag on the table. He rolled his eyes knowingly—you were going for the fries of course.
You continued, “Viktor recommended this guy, his lab partner.”
Ekko nodded, “Thats great…but I’m also good at physics ya know?”
“Oh yes, I totally forgot to ask my best friend to be my tutor. My best friend who knows I cannot stay on topic to save my life…wants me to ask him to be my tutor…so we can definitely not work on physics for the entire session.” You paused, a fry just on your lip, “Besides, I didn’t really have a choice.”
“Okay first, I would be a great tutor! And second, what do you mean, didn’t have a choice?”
“Viktor kinda just…led me there?”
“So you didn’t have a chance to get yourself worked up and find a way to not go…great tactic on Viktor’s part.”
There was a silence, but never uncomfortable when you were with Ekko. You smiled to yourself at that, and then about how surprisingly well the first meeting went.
“He seemed nice…Jayce…my tutor.”
Ekko reached into his bag, grabbing his sandwich. “Am I sensing a but?”
“No, actually. He just seemed genuinely invested in me not feeling bad when it comes to sucking at school.” You paused, rubbing your hands in a napkin. “He said we could work on making it all seem more interesting…which I liked.” Ekko still hadn’t unraveled his sandwich, listening intently. You watched him observe you, but not speak up. “What?”
He shook his head, “Nothing…that’s great.”
The rest of your lunch was spent quietly recounting your days, not much of note happening otherwise. Eventually, you parted ways with an unspoken yet understood promise that you would see each other tomorrow.
Your first session with Jayce was also tomorrow. That was on top of everything else you had to do. So much to be done…such little time, you thought.
The following day came just as quickly as the previous had ended. You woke in a frenzy, almost always rushing to and from one class and toward the next. Then, to tutoring.
You stumbled in, looking for any familiar face. You were met with only one, Jayce’s. He stood quickly, grabbing a folder and his bag before approaching you.
“Right on time.” He turned, walking you toward a room off to the side. “This will be the office we use, I requested one with a white board.” He glanced back at you for affirmation before speaking again. “If you ever come for our meetings and don’t see me in the lobby, you can just come in here.”
“Sounds good.” Your lip curled at your voice coming out more weak than you expected. You had to admire your own consistent ability to embarrass yourself, truly.
He stepped back, allowing you to walk in first, again. “So…I printed these forms out for you.” He opened the folder, taking out some of the pages and spreading them on the table. “This is the basis for everything you’ll need to know about physics. There’s legends here, conversion charts, some of the greek symbols you’ll need to know, circuit diagrams, acronyms…everything.” You slowly sat in your chair, observing the filled pages. Jayce noticed you looking between the table and him with wide eyes.
“This is a lot of information…”
He finally sat down. “It is…but we have time to get you up to speed.”
“But there’s these quizzes.” You looked down at the table, tapping a finger lightly against the wood. “Every week we have to prove we understood the concept and I am already weeks behind so it just keeps building on things I didn’t even understand to begin with. I don’t have time, I have to pass the quizzes so I can pass the class and keep my scholarship. If I lose my scholarship, I can’t pay for school and I’ll have to drop out. And all of this over stupid fucking physics and a professor who seems to want to ruin my life specifically.” You finally took a breath, “I can’t do this.”
“I think you can.”
Your eyes snapped up, meeting his. The look on his face seemed sincere—as if he truly believed in the statement. Hardly knowing you at all, he had enough faith that you could, in fact, do this.
“So,” he clasped his hands together. “What’s this next quiz on? What’s the topic for the week?” He got up, grabbing a marker from the white board’s small shelf. He looked at you expectantly, a brow arching as if to ask you again.
“Vectors.”
He nodded, “Okay, and what confuses you about vectors?”
“Well, I feel like I’m pretty good at understanding angles. But as soon as we add in speed or velocity I am just…confused.”
“Let’s start there.” He wrote the words speed and velocity on the white board in broad strokes, leaving space beneath each. “What is speed? Don’t think about it too hard.”
“How fast something is going?”
“Exactly, like a car.” He drew a makeshift car, and an indicator of both miles and kilometers. “Velocity is different.” He sketched a quick graph, a simple y and x axis and an arrow. “Velocity indicates the direction of an object.” His hand followed the trail of the arrow he drew, emphasizing that it was in motion. “So, velocity is the only one that actually would be considered when you look at vectors. Speed is just a number…velocity represents a change in position…which is what vectors do.”
You grimaced at his attempt to make it make sense for you. The effort was appreciated, truly, but it didn’t stick. You feigned understanding, nodding your head in an attempt to get him to move on and explain more. This was common for you. Something wouldn’t make sense, but you wouldn’t want to hold everyone up, to be a burden. So you would sit in class, half listening, half in another world. After class, you’d be forced to scour videos about the very subject the teacher had spent class time explaining. Unfortunately that was a rabbit hole, too, as you would always end up on videos that had nothing to do with school.
His eyes narrowed, not believing that your nod was enough of an indicator that you understood. “Come with me.” He moved to grab the papers for you, stuffing them in the folder and sliding them to you. You followed without a thought, trying to match his steady pace. He lead you to a nearby park down the street and sat his bag underneath a tree. You copied, placing your bag down beside his. It was impossible to not feel awkward, and yet, he persisted.
“Okay stand here,” he pointed a finger to a random spot on the ground. Your feet stood perfect on the space where the asphalt and grass met, one foot on each side. “So just imagine that standing here, you are the bottom of a line graph along the x-axis. He moved his hand side-to-side, palm down, reminding you that this would be the horizontal line. Hotdogs and hamburgers. You remembered the silly phrase from elementary school.
“Okay, standing here…x-axis.”
He walked over to the grass side, “Okay, over here…in the nice green grass…this is positive.” He walked over to the asphalt, “I’m on your left now, on the asphalt…this is negative.”
“…Okay.”
He walked to mirror your position, one foot on each terrain. Then, he slowly stepped on the grass. “Without thinking about numbers, how would you describe what I just did.”
“You…” Your brows furrowed, “You walked to the grass?”
“Right, and that is-“
“Positive?”
“Exactly.”
In a split second, he darted over to the asphalt. “How bout now?”
“You ran to the…to the negative?”
He nodded, meeting you back at center again. He smirked at how quickly he’d even come up with this demonstration. “This is an example of how vectors work. When you think of me running somewhere, picking up my speed, but moving to the quote unquote ‘negative,’ this could also mean that from my original position-“
Your eyes lit up, “You moved backwards?”
“Yup, or even down. On a graph, I mean.” He smiled with each word, amused by how you caught on to his unorthodox teachings. “But if I move slowly and to the ‘positive’ side?” He waited for you to answer.
“You…moved up or to the right.”
“Just like a point on a graph.” He stood, hands on his hips.
You were on the edge of every word he spoke, analyzing his every movement. You knew it was inopportune, but it was rather characteristic for you to lose focus right then. Jayce’s eyes were…interesting. Your first instinct was to say that they were yellow. When you looked closer you noticed the border of dark brown, the flecks of hazel and copper. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen. You got so caught up, you missed his hand coming up—leaving it lingering in the air.
“What,” he questioned, “Do you not like high-fives as encouragement?”
You chuckled, finally meeting his hand with yours. “I actually prefer snacks as encouragement, but this works.”
It was his turn to laugh, then. It was short-lived. You followed his line of sight to see the same woman from the resource center, the one he’d been so enraptured by. Rightfully so; she was even more beautiful than you thought. The sunlight hit her skin just right, almost glistening. You gulped, somewhat intimidated by her presence alone.
She reached you both, immediately giving Jayce a hug before turning to greet you.
“Hey, how’s the tutoring going?” She nudged the man beside her, looking to you for an answer.
“It’s going well,” you glanced at your phone screen, shit. “I actually should get going, but today was really helpful, thank you Jayce, bye.”
You shuffled to grab your things as quickly as possible, avoiding the look of surprise on Jayce’s face. It didn’t really matter, though.
Ekko was going to be pissed, again.
part three
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painter!matt and a reader,they were going together at the art school and classes but Matt became really good and the only time he had an inspiration to draw and paint was when he was with the reader. it was usually just the drawings of her and little sketches. she was suprised when she saw the room full of her portraits but then she became his muse 🙏🏽🤍
matt always said art was his outlet, a way to make sense of the world—something that brought him peace. he became really good overtime, surpassing you yourself. But the truth? he hadn’t felt inspired like his in years—until you had came along and showed your interest in him.
he didn’t mean to draw you at first. it just happened. a sketch on the corner of his notebook after you laughed at one of his stupid jokes, the curve of your smile taking shape beneath the lead of his pencil. a painting on an old canvas he’d abandoned months ago, your eyes somehow finding their way into every brushstroke.
before he knew it, his room became a gallery of you. charcoal sketches pinned to his wall, watercolors of your silhouette propped against the windowsill, oil paintings of your hands, your profile, the way you looked when the sunlight hit your hair just right. You were everywhere.
you’d never been in his room before—not having any reason to be. not until the day you wandered in, looking for him because you really needed his help on this project of yours. and you froze.
your eyes scanning the walls, seeing all these paintings and sketches of—you. you were taken aback, lips parting as you took in every single one.
“oh…” the word slipped out softly, and matt, who had been organizing his paints, quickly spun around—a panicked expression painted across his face.
“wait—i can explain,” he stammered, moving to block your view, but it was too late. your eyes had already scanned the walls, wide and stunned.
“matt…” your voice was quiet, reverent, as you stepped closer, fingers brushing over a sketch of you reading on the couch. “these are all… me?” you had never seen portraits so beautiful—and so, you.
he swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. it felt as though his ribs might just break. “yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “i didn’t mean for it to be weird or anything. i just… i don’t know. you’re the only thing that makes me want to create.” he muttered, face reddening as he spoke.
you turned to him, eyes soft, cheeks flushed. “i’m your muse?” you ask quietly, your mind still wrapping around this new found fact. matt chuckled nervously, his gaze dropping to the floor. “i guess you are.”
for a moment, you didn’t say anything. then you smiled, stepping closer until you were right in front of him. “i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
he looked up, startled, only to find you grinning at him. matt realized his muse wasn’t just his inspiration—it was his reason— the reason as to why he still paints. why he enjoys it so much—because you’re someone he cares about. and now, you finally knew.
a/n : au pairing creds to @lockettesstage (go check her out cause her bunny!reader and fox!chris are my roman empire)
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Dreaming of Teeth: On Ice!
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The life and times of are disastrous Y/N, told through there history as a figure skater. This covers several events in reader’s childhood, both mentioned and not mentioned in chapter 1. As well as an event after they left Wayne manor.
Tw: unreliable narrator but it becomes even more obvious, Canon Typical Child Death (Jason), Canon Typical Child Undeath (Jason), child abandonment, spousal abandonment, child neglect, spousal neglect, mentioned cheating, there might be some pronoun mistakes that I didn’t catch if so please inform me and I’ll fix it as quickly as possible! There also might be some spelling and grammar errors, I am very dyslexic.
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A woman with an extravagant fur coat sits on the bleachers, a small child in a leotard sitting next to her. Several other women and children mull about, all of them here for the exact same reason. “Mom-me” the small child says, “do I have to wear the scary shoes?” The toddler asks, a pair of untied ice skates on their feet as they look up at their mother, small hand curled around her coat. The woman sighs, “yes dear, that’s how ice skating works, now why don’t you tie your shoes” “but what is I hurt myself on the big knives?” The child says seriously “also I’m cold and there heavy” the woman sighs at their whining child.
She bends down to tie the laces “you will never learn to skate with that attitude” she gently scolds. “But I don’t wanna!” “We all have to do things we don’t want to do dear” “I don’t like that!” She sighs and sits after tying the skates. “Come dear, your first lesson are starting soon.” She said, taking your hand with her gloved one and helping you stand up. She lets go as you wobble onto your feet, struggling to walk in the shoes as you follow her to the rink.
She ushers you through the door and onto the ice were several other children your age struggle and slide about. With a nervous step forward you get onto the ice but struggling to keep balance. Quickly grabbing onto the wall, to small to see over it. Tears well up in your eyes, body half on the ground, falling to stand. The instructor glides over to you with an ease that feels humiliating to your plight. “Hay there” she says softly like she’s approaching a scared animal. “Let me help you up” the instructor gently picks you up by your armpits, before placing you on the ice. As you start to balance on the ice the instructor gives you a small smile “There you go” she coos, “now keep your hands on the wall and skate around a bit okay? If you fall again just call me” you sniff “okay” is your weak reply. “Once you think you’ve got the hang of it try skating away from the wall, can you do that for me?” You nod and put your hands on the wall. “That it, good job kid” she gently pats you on the head and slides off to help another kid.
By the end of your first class you were already sliding about at a rapid pace. “I AM SPEED” you scream and then slide into a wall, “Oh my god!” the instructor yelps. Before she can rush over to see if you’re okay you quickly get back up “SPEED!” You yell and dart off yet again. The instructor panicked as this small child took to the ice like a duck to water, or more accurately a seal to water. Although you still hadn’t figured out how to stop without running into anything. Which led to you colliding with another child. Both of you fell to the ground with a thud and instantly began screaming and crying.
“My baby!” The kid’s mother shouts, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You sob “are you okay!?” But the other child just keeps crying, face as bright red as your own. The kids mother tries to get on the ice, sliding and slipping as she does so. “Ma'am please stay off the ice! I’ll bring your child to you!” The instructor calls out. She slides over and helps the both of you stand up, she then glides to the entrance holding the hands of two crying and wobbling toddlers. The kid’s mother quickly picks them up “I’m sorry!” You continue to sob.
The child cries into their mother’s shoulder, your own mother comes over, her polished leather boots clacking with each step. “What happened?” She asked calmly, surveying the scene. “Teach your little brat!” The mother says pointing at you, still balling and apologizing. “How to watch were there going! They hit my precious little baby” she coos at her own child. Your mother huffs “they're doing just fine, neither of them are hurt and mine is even apologizing” “that doesn’t excuse what they did! My baby is hurt!” “So is mine” your mother snapped. “But you don’t see me yelling about it” the woman glares at her “your cold, this uncaring attitude of yours is exactly why your husband is with other women more than you.” You watch as you’re mothers hands ball into fists, “you know nothing” she spits out, hands shaking. “Oh I know plenty, how you and sunshine over there” she gestures to you “can barely even be considered a side” “SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Your mother screams, face contorting into rage. The other woman flinches back, your mother then takes a few deep breaths before continuing. Voice still full of vitreal your mother spits out “There are children present” like that’s the only reason she hasn’t acted.
With a scoff the other woman looks away, “not like you and your daughter haven’t heard worse from the-“ “how much?” Your mother cuts off. “What?!” The woman says offended, “for your kid’s medical expenses or new clothes or whatever it is you’re going to badger me about. That’s the only reason I can think of for you to still be yelling at me?” The woman genuinely looks at her in shock. Then she looks at you, you sniffle and waddle closer to your mother. You try to reach for her hand but instead she folds her arms together, so you grab onto her coat. She looks back at your mother, a look of horror on her face. “Jesus Christ” she mutters and then turns around.
The other woman and children mumbled to themselves or looked around confused. The instructor looks nervous and claps her hands together. “Okay! She says in a fake cheerful voice. “Class is over for today!” Her tone was polite but held an edge to it, you moved closer to your practically hugging her legs. “Sit down” she says motioning to the cold metal bench your items are being left at. With a small sniffle face cold and wet you waddle over, sitting on the bench “Mom-me” you mumble out. But all she does is sigh, shake her head and untie your skates. She takes them off for you but after that you’re on your own. You slip on your own pair of boots and jacket and stand up. Quietly your mother leaves the building, you trail behind her carrying your bag and skates. Rubbing your nose with the sleeve of your coat as you do.
Once the two of you get outside, it isn’t even two minutes before Alfred pulls up with the car. He exits and opens the car door for your mother “Ms. Wayne” he greets your mother before greeting you. “Thank you Mr. Pennyworth” she says politely and enters the car, Alfred then carefully takes your items from you and places them in the trunk. He then picks you up and goes to the driver’s side, he opens the back door and places you in a car seat, buckling you in. The look he gives you makes your stomach turn, even at such a young age you can tell he doesn’t care for you or your mother. He loves you like an employee loves their employer. It wouldn’t be too bad if it wasn’t for the fact that he looks at you like a sad creature. Something to pity but he has no desire to help. You don’t like Alfred very much, but at least he’ll play with you when no one else will.
You continue to go to the classes for several months even after this. Slowly it turned from just simply learning how to move around the ice to how to do tricks, how to perform. Before you knew it, the time for your first show began.
“Mom-me” you say looking up at her, “do I have to?” “Yes dear” she says dismissively, tying your shoes. “You spent so long training with the rest of your class, don’t you want to show off?” “But…” you mumble, fidgeting with your chubby hands as you look around. A decently sized crowd had shown up full of your classmates, friends, family and even some reporters. All to watch them and you, it made something squirm in your gut. So different from what training for this was like.
“It doesn’t matter if you win” she says in a tone you can’t help but believe. “Nothing will change if you do” she continues standing up and scanning the stands, looking for your father. She then looks back at you with familiarly cold eyes, but they're not like your father’s. Unlike him, she sees you, she just doesn’t care for what she sees. You stand up, feet hitting the ground, your leotard sparkling in the lights. “Go” she says simply, motioning for you to join the others. Hesitantly you nod and walk over to your other classmates, you wouldn’t call yourself close with any of them. After the first day not many wanted to talk to you, of course you had break time, but even then most dedicated it to basic practice under their mothers watchful eyes. You did the same of course, although she signed you up for it, she didn’t seem to care too much. It made you wonder why she did it in the first place. Not that you minded, the sport itself is fun.
As the ceremony passes and each kid performs round after round. The points and results are finally brought, to your shock and wonder you make it to 4th place. With glee you go over to your mother as fast as you can, finding her reading a book at the stands. “Mom-me! Mom-me!” You giggle out with glee, “4! 4!” You chant excitedly. She glances up at you “yes,” she says simply before looking back at it. “4th place, better than I thought you would get” you pause for a second before puffing your chest out in pride. “Once you’re done your group picture we’re leaving” nodding you go back to your class, excited to at last go home.
“Da-De” you yell out into the large mansion, feet stomping. “Slow down!” Alfred calls, as you trail snow and mud into the house. “Take your shoes off!” At that you drop to the ground and rip them off, throwing not just the shoes but your jacket onto the ground. Not even fully getting up as you run off, almost falling several times as your socks slide against the slippery floor. “Da-De” you say once again trying to find the man, “Dear” your mother’s voice softly rings out behind you, causing you to turn around. “How about we go see your father together?” She carefully picks up your squirming form, holding you close as you excitedly wiggle. Small body full of energy and joy, too much for it to contain “Yayayayayaya!”.
She walks down the long hallway, filled with Wayne family portrait’s and heirlooms, making her way to your father’s office. “Bruce” she calls in a soft loving voice, he doesn’t even look up from his work. “I told you to knock” he says curtly, “I know but-“ she begins, a little upset only to be promptly cut off by your attempts to break free from her arms. “Da-De, Da-De!” You say with glee reaching towards the floor. Your mother gently puts you down, as soon as you’re free you bolt over to him.
Hands quickly grabbing at his pants staring up at him wide eyed. He looks down at you, face completely blank, with a happy grin and a cheerful voice you hold up the 4th place medal “I won!”. “You didn’t win” he says matter-of-factly which instantly makes your smile drop. “You just got fourth, but that’s fine” he puts one of his large hands on your head and gently ruffles your hair “there’s always next time”. He then pulls his hand away and goes straight back to work.
Now sufficiently deflated, you walk back over to your mother, unsure what to think or do. Staring up at her with conflicted eyes, but she doesn’t look down at you. To completely and utterly focused on your father, but there is irritation in her eyes, not as much as love, but it’s there. “Dear” she says sternly making you straighten, “go to your room” “but-“ “please” with her voice strained you instantly nod. That reaction and conversation made your father look up with his eyebrow raised. But you had already scurried off before you could hear them speak.
You didn’t see either parent for the rest of the day, not during dinner, nor when you were sent to bed. You usually saw at least one of them. It wasn’t until early the next day did you see your mother. She woke you up with gentle nudges and calling out to you. “I just wanted to tell you I’m going to be gone for a little while” she tells your tired form “we’re are you going?” you ask voice still groggy with sleep. “Out” “how long” “a long time” you huff at her responses and get out of bed. “No, go back to sleep” she says, but you don’t listen. All she does is sigh, and you follow her around the house as she puts on her favorite fur coat. Watched as she packed her leather suitcases and anything else she had that could be used as storage. All with an intense look in her eye.
She paused as she grabbed one framed photo, staring at it for a long time, fingers brushing against the finally cut wood of the frame. She then glances down at you, whose hands are batting against her luggage like it’s drums going “dtthhh dthh” with your small tongue sticking out. Something in her gaze changes, like a realization finally hit her. “Dear” you instantly look up, the way she says it is unusually soft and gentle. “I have a gift for you before I leave” she says sitting next to you on the bed, it sinking as she puts her weight on it. Looking up at her with wide eyes she hands you the frame. You stare at the picture inside, completely entranced by the image.
There is your father, standing in front of a strang clear box with many wires coming in and out of it. Sitting inside you can just barely make out a baby who he stares at with loving eyes, a look you have never once seen on him before. A love no one has ever looked at you with before. “It’s you” she says softly pointing at the box, wrapping the other arm around you and pulling you close. “Alfred took this photo the day you were born. You came to us three weeks too early. That’s a long time for a baby, so you had to be put in a special box with lots of wires and doctors to make sure you were safe.” “We’re are you?” She smiles softly at that. “Mommy was still getting looked at by the doctors to make sure she was okay to when this was taken” you let out a small oh. “This picture is very important to Mommy, so I want you to have it and look after it while I’m gone.” You hold the frame close to your chest and nod, determined.
“Good” she says standing up and patting your head, “go put that in your room will you?” Nodding vigorously you run out of her room and all the way to yours. You spend what feels like hours but in actuality was only a few minutes looking for the perfect spot to place it. Finally deciding on the small table next to your bed, right in front of your whale shaped night light.
When you go back to your mothers room you find her already gone, all her luggage with her. Confused, you look around the manor trying to find her. Racking your brain around we’re she could be, you head to the garage. Quickly finding her putting the bags in it. “Mom-me” you say standing behind her shivering from the cold air in your too thin pajamas. She practically jumps and turns to look at you, “Dear” she says glancing over at you “go back inside, you’re not dressed for this type of weather” “But moooo-“ “no, inside” she says sternly making you sulk. But before you could leave she walks up to you and pushes back your hair. “I wish…” she begins before stopping herself, she kneels down and gives you a small kiss on your forehead. She then stands back up and shoos you off.
You feel like what she was going to say is important, but you will never know what that is.
Once you entered the main building again you walked towards the main entrance, pressing your face against a window showing the driveway. Several minutes pass before you see the car leave the garage, main gates opening and the car driving far, far away. Obscured by the foliage surrounding the 200 year old house. You continue to sit there patiently waiting for your mother to come home, the clock ticking with each passing second.
You hear Alfred call out to you, turning your head to look at the elderly butler he continues “it’s rather early for you to be up” you just shrug at his comment and turn back to the window. “Mom-me woke me up” you say simply “I see… and what exactly are you doing?” He asks walking up to you. “Waiting” “for what” “Mom-me to come back” you push your face against the window, aggressively smudging it. “She left?” He asked, all he got as a response was a small ‘mmm mm’. Alfred lightly shakes his head, “how about I bring your breakfast here then?” “Okay” is your mumbled response.
Continuing to sit in the same spot, curled up into a ball and staring out the window. You lightly peck at the food Alfred had brought. Sitting there for hours, lunch, even dinner had passed and still no sign of her. You could hear Alfred and your father talking just out of reach. Their words were so muffled that all you could make out was nonsense. Once again Alfred called out your name, but you barely responded. “It’s time for you to go to bed” he said calmly “but Mom-me still isn’t back yet” You mumble eyes not leaving the dark driveway. “She won’t be back for a very long time” “how long” “a while” “like..” you pause to think “a day?” “No” he says slowly, unsure himself. “Two days?” You ask again, only for him to pick you up by your armpits and then maneuvering you into a proper hold. “It’s late, let’s get you to bed” “but m-“ “no buts” he gently scolds.
You really do not like Alfred.
The old man takes you to your room, disputes your protests and much yawning. Gently placing you onto the bed tucking you in “nooo- I want-“ you get close to sobbing before he shushes you again. “Your mother would want you to be well rested.” “Mrrp?” He chuckles at that, “what if she comes home and you’re too tired to properly greet her?” “Nooo” “yes, so sleep, alright” sniffling slightly you nod. “Okay” you whine, sliding down the bed, your head hitting the pillow. “Goodnight Mstr. Whail” you say to the faintly glowing plastic Whail. You then reach over to your side we’re a rabbit plushy the size of your whole body lay. White with a pink bow tie “good night Mstr. Buns” Alfred looked at you expectantly, you tiredly blink up at him, why, oh right “good night Mstr. Pennyworth” “good night” he says with a soft smile. As he stood up he noticed the picture on the nightstand. “Where did you get this?” He asked slowly, you sleepily barry your face into the rabbit’s side. “Mom-me gave it to me before she left” you mumbled out with a yawn. “I see” is all he says, pursing his lips, before leaving the room, turning off the lights and closing the door as he does so.
This goes on for the next two days, you waking up and waiting for your mother to come home for the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. It’s extremely boring, but you don’t want to risk missing her for even a second. Finally a car does pull up, a very familiar car. You light up at the sight of it. It’s not the car you’re mother left in but it is a car you’re familiar with. A very familiar man steps out of the vehicle, tall and slender, wearing a nice suit. He walks to the front door and swings it open “Brucesy!” He calls out happily “Uncl Harvey!” you yell, jumping up and running over to him. He bends down and gives you a big bear hug, causing a series of giggles to leave your mouth. “How you doing squirt!” He says letting you go, instantly deflating and backing away slightly “I dno” you mumble head held low.
Harvey tilts his head, eye brows slightly pinched together. He opens his mouth to speak, “Harvey” you hear your father say in a friendly tone. Instantly you forget about your favorite uncle and run to your father “Da-De!”. Said man gives you a small smile that doesn’t fully reach his eyes, and quickly turns back to your uncle. “I’m glad you’re here” “of course!” Harvey says having stood up when you trouted away. He gives your father a large huge, which the man recuperates. “So what’s the issue?” Harvey asks as he pulls away, your father glances down at you and then back at him “It’s better we talk about this in private.” He looks concerned at that statement but nods. Your father shoos you off, or at least you attempt to “No!” You huff stomping your foot on the ground “I don’t wanna!” He sighs. “I need to talk to Harvey in private, why don’t you go play with Alfred-“ “NO!” You yell aggressively tugging at his pant leg. He sighs “kid-“ but Harvey cuts him off “sorry squirt but you’re dad’s right, it’s an important conversation between adults.”
You stare up at them squinting, “is it like when Da-De brings home those other ladies?” Harvey instantly starts choking on his own spit “NO! nononononononono” you’re Father says rapidly and panicked “It’s business! Work things! Boring talk!” He insists. You continue to squint up at them, letting out a small humm “oookaaay” “never say anything like that again, okay kid” Harvey says mortified. Nodding rapidly you continue to just stare at them, Harvey sighs and then with a smile pulls out a coin. “Okay, how about I make a deal with you” you nod rapidly, instantly knowing what was going to happen. You watch mesmerized as he maneuvers the metal through his hands, “if it’s tails, me and you leave this stuffy manor right now to get ice cream” “Harvey-“ “but if it’s heads you have to leave us alone just long enough for me and your dad to have are talk. Deal?” “Deal!” You chirp, he nods and you watch with bated breath as the coin is flipped. It goes high, high, high into the air, and as it comes down you watch as Harvey catches it. He then flips his closed fist around so his palm is up, and sitting right there is heads.
You groan and huff angrily, stomping your feet “tuff luck squirt” Harvey says with a frown. “Looks like it's meeting time then” “noooo” you whine, “I don’t make the rules! Blame Lady Luck for your misfortune here.” He says, shaking his head solemnly. You continue to huff and puff but eventually you turn around “ima go now!” You angrily shout as you storm off as well as your little legs will let you. At least that’s what the adults think, adults are stupid. They always think you don’t know as much as you do and they always don’t realize you lie, a lot. Well except Alfred but you’re pretty sure he’s not human.
It isn’t hard to figure out where the two are, so you walk to your Fathers office. Putting your ear against the door straining to hear the conversation. You can hear Harvey talking to your father “you really should….. cruel….. it….” Sadly it was almost impossible to hear what there saying. “I know… but…… issue….. fight…… gone” You can barely make out your fathers voice, flinching back when you hear Harvey yell a “WHAT!” “Hold on” your father says and you can hear his steps as he walks towards the door. You quickly try to run away, only for the door to open before you're even fully away from it. You turn to look at your father, he looks at you, he raises an eyebrow, you quickly try to continue your escape. Only to be scoped up and carefully placed in his arms. “Unhand me!” You yell, struggling in his grip, falling your arms around and kicking your feet.
He doesn’t respond, quietly walking away with you “let me down! I have rights!” He continues walking through the manor you yelling all the way. “Alfred” he calls out, the man just appears. “Yes Master Bruce?” You’re handed over to the man “caught them listening in on a conversation they shouldn’t have” “FIRST AMENDMENT, FIRST AMENDMENT” “it’s the fourth actually young master” you scream. Kicking and face red, you try to bite him but are quickly pulled away. “No biting!” Your father scolds, but you don’t stop struggling. He just sighs and sends you and Alfred off as he continues his discussion with Harvey.
After so long of waiting for your mother with no answers, not even after the police got involved, you got to thinking. Would she come back if you continue your training? As an adult, that would sound stupid. But as a child, who’s mother disappeared the day after you lost your first competition, it made complete sense. Maybe, somehow, some way if you won she would come back. So you worked and trained and competed as hard as you could. You even invited Harvey to a competition, sadly he couldn’t come because of an important meeting that same time. But he promised he’d show up next time! Then he got into an accident and you never saw him again, of course you already knew what happened when Two Face appeared on screen. You were 4 not stupid, even through all the scarring and the manic air he had, the man is still your uncle. It’s a sad sight to see, both as a young child and as an adult.
Even when Dick comes to live with you, you don’t stop. You invited him once or twice, but he never came, you didn’t really care much. He didn’t feel like you’re brother. No matter what everyone else tries to tell you. Really you only invited him out of courtesy. Even his dismissal couldn’t stop you, not until you reach your goal of winning, just once, of your mom coming home. Even if it’s only to congratulate you for finally winning at something. Now this doesn’t mean you don’t invite your father, of course you do. Every chance you get, you have him sign the permission slip, pay for what you need, tell him when competition and even practices are. But he never shows up, never, no matter how much you ask or beg, there is always something, someone more important than you. Not even Alfred stays longer than necessary, it made sense when your mother was there. But now, he just left a small child all on their own. They always do that, leave you alone.
Things don’t really change until Jason shows up, unlike Dick who introduced himself with a friendly formality and then left to talk with your father, Jason was different. Jason greeted you with enthusiasm, a bright smile and wanting to know everything about you. He wanted to know you, wanted to be your brother and for the first time in a long time you felt loved. He told you about himself, how he met your father by stealing his car tires. The most damning piece of evidence straight up said “It must be weird having The Batman as your dad” which very quickly sent you on a spiral. Jason thought you knew that, but you didn’t even have the slightest clue. That made Dick Robin didn’t it, and Alfred had to know too. Based on everyone’s reaction when he asked you that.
It was upsetting, you wanted to scream at your father for keeping this from you. To yell at Alfred for him helping to hide it. To kick Dick in his shins for not speaking a single word. But you didn’t, instead of Alfred, or Dick or your father, it was Jason that comforted you. Jason who told you hiding it was for your own ‘safety’, at least that's what they told him. Jason held you and comforted you, a stranger, someone he didn’t even know for a full day, something no one had ever done for you. Not since Harvey left at least.
You quickly glued yourself to him, it was confusing why Dick hated Jason so much. Jason played games with you, Jason listened to you talk, Jason talked when you didn’t want to. He was kind to everyone, with a smile that lit up the room. In only a week he was your whole world. Because of this you hated Dick on principle. It just made sense to you, it wasn’t that same 11 year old logic that had you inviting Jason to your performance not even two weeks after he came. When he said yes? It instantly made something about this one feel more, like it was the most important one yet. That if you failed this if he doesn’t come you would be crushed.
But the second he got into the car with you, not a moment for your self doubt to creep in, you felt like all your fears left. The two of you entered and went your separate ways, but you weren’t scared, weren’t nervous. Everything felt like it was in place for the first time in years. That day will always be one of your favorites, that day….
Jason sat in the stands next to a familiar woman, he had never met her in person, but Bruce made sure he memorized every member of his rogues gallery. Even the most minor and inconsequential ones. Although he didn’t recognize the baby in her lap, bundled up nice and snug “what are you doing here Talia?” The woman turned to him and smiled. “Well hello to you two little boy wonder” it didn’t surprise Jason that she already knew him. “What do you think I’m doing?” Jason scoffs, “stalking my sibling” she just smiles at him, fondly, like his mother did. “No, I’m just supporting my stepchild, that’s all” she says setting up a camcorder, “you’re not married to Bruce!” She just keeps on smiling. The baby on her lap wiggles, whining as all babies do. She quickly goes to shush him, “Here, hold Damian would you?” She says passing the baby-Damian-to him. The 14 year old panics, holding Damian to the best of his ability. “Good job!” She says, patting his head, continuing to fiddle with the camera.
“Are you planning on?” “Recording this? Yes!” “Why?” “Well I’m doing this for all my kids-“ Jason doesn’t have time to unpack all that. “Is there a greater reason you’re doing this” that makes her pause her smile dropping, just for a moment. Then it’s right back up “can a mother not do things for her child?” “Do they even know you exist,” she doesn’t respond to that. “Will they ever know you exist?” “When there ready” “when will that be?” He asks, gently rocking the baby back and forth. “I don’t know, maybe never, maybe never under the pretense I want it to be” “that’s a really good non answer” Jason hisses out. “I know her mother” now that made Jason pause, “did you-“ “not when they were married, good havens no! Sure I loved him back then too, but I’m no home recker! Then again Father did want me to be.” She sighs and shakes her head, “no I meet her long ago, only once. I don’t remember exactly when but… I remember it was not long after she left. I wanted to know why you would just leave your child like that, how you could. I never got that answer from her, not one I understood.” she glances down at the baby in Jason’s lap, looking almost guilty. “She already knew who I was, knew what my relationship with her ex husband was like. I don’t know how she knew, she just did. She didn’t confront me about it, didn’t seem to even care. She just told me… ‘keep an eye on my Child would you?’” Jason hums, “I never took you as one to uphold this type of promise” she laughed at that. “This is your first time meeting me, is it not?” he just looks down at the baby in his lap who started eating his own hand.
“What did she say?” “Hmm?” Jason looks back at her, “her response, how could she just… leave them” that made Talia’s face twist into something unpleasant. “I still don’t understand their response, after all how could” she shakes her head, “how could someone not love their child? How can someone wish to love their child when it should come so naturally?” Jason freezes at that. “Some-“ he begins in a shaky voice, “some people’s brains just don’t work like yours” she looks up at the ceiling. “You’re right” she says bringing Jason into a side hug, “Most people’s brains don’t work the same.” The three just sit in silence, the only noise being from the crowd of parents, siblings and other relatives of the competitors. Then as soon as the announcer began the camera was on and….
You won
Jason never told Bruce what happened that day, not in full detail at least. You would never know what happened then two, at least not yet.
Things were fine, great even for the next few weeks. But then for the first time since Jason arrived you saw him and your father in the same room. He looked at Jason with so much love, a love you never got. Instead of an increasingly cold and distant man, he had a warm and loving father. He had your father’s trust, his love, his respect, something you desperately craved. Yet he got it so freely, Dick did too, of course he did. But something always felt different about seeing them interact, it wasn’t the same love you desired. You wanted to be loved as your father’s child, not as their sibling. You wanted to be loved the same way he loved Jason. It hurt, in such a short time you felt closer to him than anyone else. Call it foolish, call it naive, but you couldn’t help the love and care you felt for your older brother. This felt like the ultimate betrayal, and as he turned to look at you and give you his signature bright smile, you understood why Dick hated him so much. So you turned around, and ran off. Still hating Dick all the while.
Then he fucking died
Not Dick, this would be a completely different story if it was him. But Jason, sweet, wonderful, Jason, died. That somehow broke you even more, you didn’t get it, you hated Jason, you’re supposed to hate Jason. Yet you have never felt this level of grief before. Not even when you excepted that your mother was never coming back. You wanted to scream and shout and break everything, judging by the news about Batman he wanted the very same. Because of said anger a new child appears this time only a few months younger than you. He, not you, never you, dispute your shared anger and grief, became the new Robin. Later you learned that Tim asked Dick to go back to being Robin first then once he was rejected, he skipped you completely and asked to become Robin. You never really formed any close relationship with Tim especially after that. But even so, no matter how much you hate it, time marches forward. So you continued to do your shows, in a vain hope for, something. Completely ignorant to the three shadows in the stands watching. You never won again, you never will.
You don’t really understand what happened that day when you turned 14. You felt like a shell of whatever you once were. You we’re going through the motions.There was no passion, no lust for life left in you, maybe there never was. But that day, another Birthday you spent all by yourself, you didn’t crack, you didn’t shatter, you fizzled out. All that was left was tired and angry edges. So you quit, it was fun, but it had long lost all meaning. All you wanted to do was rest, you got that for two years. Just two, then it would take you another four until you could rest once more. It would take 8 years before you could one again feed the joy you once had in figuring skating again.
“He’s the perfect man!” Phoebe says for the 13th time, yes you have been counting, since this conversation started. “You just like that he’s an alien,angel,plant thing” you respond, opening the door to one of the many ice rinks in Gotham and stepping inside. “That's just a bonus! Not the main feature! If it was, I would be talking about Knives too!” She says walking in front of you and to the receptionist, after a quick transaction between the two of them and Phoebe picking out her own skates the two of you head towards the rink. It’s almost nostalgic, stepping into one for the first time since you were 14. The sound of music coming from the speakers filling the air, “hu” you mumble to yourself, “just us right now, convenient.” Phoebe continues her rant, “Knives have no redeeming qualities! Except for being hot! Especially Stamped Knives!” “Hot or no redeeming qualities?” You ask sitting down on the bench, cold and familiar, especially in the hurting your ass department. “No redeeming qualities!” “You like Scaramouche?” You start putting on your own pair of skates, dispute not needing them anymore it just felt wrong not owning any. So once you moved into your apartment, you scraped together extra cash to buy a pair.
“That’s different” she insists, moving her arms close to her chest and balling them up into fists. “He had a compelling redemption arc that was ruined by the fact that most of it was in limited time events!” “He still killed like a lot of people” “I think the murder was funny” you let out a quick “HA” and shake your head standing up. “Put your shoes on” she instantly goes quiet at that. “What” “knife shoes” she says with disdain, you giggle slightly at that “what are you a toddler?” “Hush!” She says face flushed. “Besides! I brought us here for you! Not for me! I don’t even know how to ice skate. Now shoo! Go do like a triple axis or something!” You almost feel over from laugheder at that last part. “What!” You try and fail to calm down enough to answer her question, clutching your stomach from how hard you're laughing. Still cackling as you speak “Me??? Do a triple axel??” “What is it hard or something??” “Only the hardest move to pull off ever!” You take a deep breath, a large grin on your face even after you’ve calmed down. “You just asked me to do a move only like 11 people have ever done.” “Oh…” “ya”.
Rolling your eyes and shaking your head fondly you head towards the ice, leaving Phoebe to put on the skates. It takes a moment, rusty from years of no practice, the muscles you worked so hard to train are now gone. But then those same muscles memory kicks in and you're off. It feels magical, like coming home after so many years away. Each slide and spin felt familiar, it’s not as good as it used to be. But somehow it felt better, more fun, more freeing then it had ever been.
With a final slide and a pose you hear clapping coming from the stands, you turn to look at Phoebe with a pair of skates on sitting in the stands. “WOOO!” She says cheering you on and with a joking tone “DO A QUADRUPLE AXEL!” Giggling to yourself you yell back “I'M NOT BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT!” “BOOOOO” she yells in a playful tone, grin not leaving her face. “Get over here!” You say playfully, “I can’t skate!” “I’ll show you idiot!” She huffs and with shaky legs walks over to the entrance of the rink. You watch as she grips onto the wall for dear life, even more amusing as the song switches to a soft romance about snowmen or something. Completely opposite vibes to the newborn fawn you're watching right now.
“I’m staying right here!” She insists, legs bent and spread in awkward angles, eyes wide and shaky. You roll your eyes and skate over to her, “I got ya” you say helping her stand up. You then take her hands in yours and start moving backwards. She stands there stiff as a board letting you basically drag her away. “Come on move your legs” “Fucken how bitch!” “Look at my legs, copy what they’re doing.” Phoebe huffs and looks down, she shakes as she copies the way your legs are positioned, clearly uncomfortable with it. “There you go!” She flushes at your praise as she mimics the movement of your feet. Of course going forwards then backwards, “now” you let go of her hands and quickly move out of her reach. “NONONONONO!” She yells scrambling for balance, getting it with her arms spread wide and torso pushed forward “YOU BITCH”.
Cackling you move back towards her and she quickly latches on. “Don’t ever do that again” “I won’t” you say teasingly. “You’re the worst” “I know” you continue to help her along, as slowly more and more people fill the rink. She holds tightly onto your arm as the two of you go from being in the middle to skating on the sides like everyone else. The music of the rink fills the air as the two of you just skate and talk. A form of peace washes over you, this, this is nice.
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Fun fact! All of this chapter happened because I was listening to the song Snowman while thinking of the ending.
I have a few more ideas after this, but I don’t really know when I’m going to get those out or how they’ll work. I do appreciate asks! Love answering those!
I was thankfully not a pageant kid, I did do baton for several years but I don’t remember ever participating in any competitions. I also did ballet for a few years, but once again outside of the class is mandatory shows I didn’t do much, oh and one of those marathon training programs that one time. So this definitely isn’t going to be very accurate, I also don’t know much about ice skating. I did a bit of research on it though.
@hoeinthehouse @strwberryglass @type-ink @okaycelina
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG ✮⋆˙
pairing: taesan x gn!reader wc: 1.1k words warnings: mentions of graffiting, kissing, suggestive at the end if you squint
“i have a dream about her. she rings my bell”
“are you sure about this?” taesan asked while zipping up his jacket, whispering because it was in the middle of the night and he didnt want his parents to find out you were still awake and even worse, you were about to go out. “you know,” he smirked. “i wont call you a coward for not wanting to go.”
“shut up, im going with you,” you zip up your jacket as well and put the bag on your shoulder. he sighed and got closer to you. “im being serious now, yn. do you really want to go? you can stay here until i get back or i can do this another day. i dont want you to get into any trouble if something goes wrong.”
“taesan, its fine. im going and thats it, you wont change my mind.”
the boy sighed and put the hood of your jacket on with a small smile. “it’ll be fun, i promise you,” he took the bag off of your shoulder and placed it on his instead, “lets go?” you nodded. “yea, lets go.”
taesan put on his hood and made his way out of his house with you right behind him as you both walked towards your destination, an abandoned house.
as you got to your destination, taesan placed the bag on the floor and opened it up, taking a few spray pain cans out of it. “which color do you want first?” he asked, still looking at the cans. you hummed while looking at the cans in his hands.
the lamppost and the moon being the only things lighting that silent and lifeless place. “pink.”
he hummed and threw the can in your direction, you caught it in the air and mumbled a thank you. taesan chose the black one, shook the can and started to do his graffiti on the wall outside the house. the lines he painted already creating a form as he linked them together.
you watched him before shaking the can in your hand and starting to graffiti as well, but it was clear that your graffiti would turn out into a weird drawing and his would turn into a masterpiece. that’s what always happened, taesan has an amazing talent when it comes to drawing or anything related to it and you have an absurd talent when it comes to writing.
“how do you do that?” you asked as you painted the wall, your eyes darting at taesan’s figure and painting every two seconds. “practice, thats all,” he looked at yours and laughed. “yah! what are you painting?”
“i have no idea!” you laughed as well. “but isnt that what makes the painting artistic? just going with the flow, letting your emotions do the work?” he chuckled and nodded. “guess youre right. i bet it’ll end it up being a cute ass drawing.”
“it’ll definitely beat yours,” he scoffed and was about to say something, but stopped in his tracks when his face suddenly got lightened by a bright white light. his expression turned serious and you immediately turned around to see what was lightening his face and what made his smile die so quickly, only to be met by two cops.
“hey! what are you two doing?!” one of the cops asked, starting to walk towards you. taesan held your hand tightly and swallowed his own saliva. “yn, run.”
you didnt even have time to protest or say anything, taesan was already running, making you run as well because of the grip on your hand. you looked back and saw the cops yelling at you and starting to run as well, their goal being chasing you and do whatever the cops do when they catch teenagers graffiting.
“taesan, we left your bag!”
“you think i care? our lives matter the most!” he said as he kept running, taking glances at the cops and at you to see if youre still doing well every now and then.
you two kept running through the silent and lonely streets, all the things that could be heard were your breathing, yours and the cops footsteps and their yelling demanding you two to stop running.
taesan kept taking glances at you and at the cops, but he was also staying aware of his surroundings, looking around to see if there was any place that you could hide from them. his focused expression was broken by a small smirk when his eyes landed on a dark alley.
he entered the alley and immediately pulled you closer to him, with basically no space between you. “shh…” he covered your mouth as he looked at his side, watching the cops still running in a straight line, knowing they already lost you.
when he was sure that he wasnt listening their footsteps anymore, he uncovered your mouth and let out a deep sigh. “that was close…”
you looked at him amused and out of breath. “hey, you okay? take a deep breath,” taesan placed his hand on your back as he watched you get your breath back. “woah… i felt like i was a subway surfers character.”
he laughed out loud as he heard you comment. “a subway surfers character? but without the subways and the surfing,” he shook his head as he kept laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”
you playfully hit his arm, leaned back on the wall and watched he do the same. “you look cute when your face is all red.”
“yea, running non stop for about ten minutes usually does that to people. your face is also red,” he tilted his head and smirked. “are you saying that i also look cute right now?”
“youre saying it, not me,” you smiled. he looked in your eyes before glancing at your lips. “what? all the adrenaline is making you want to do something bold, han taesan?”
“maybe… why? will you stop me?” he placed his hands on your cheeks. “i dont know, guess you’ll have to do it to find out.”
“then ill gladly do it,” he closed the distance between your lips. his soft lips brushing against yours and making your heart beat faster. it felt like you were running away from the cops once again. the kiss deepened and was only broken later on because of the lack of breathing you both started to feel.
“so, you didnt stop me,” taesan rested his forehead against yours as he saw your smile. “you know, the adrenaline didnt let me. id never kiss you.”
he laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “sure, pretty little thing. lets go back home and see if you still say that.”
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Richard as Talon prefer to communicate with chirps and other bird noises.
It's not that he can't speak, he still remembers how to do it from when he was human. He just doesn't want to do it.
When the Court is down and survived Talons run god knows where without any master to hold them in place, Dick found some abandoned house that he slowly starting to equip as his nest. I think that first Bat that he started to look from a side was Red Hood.
Talon saw power and raw anger, maybe feel something that Lazarus Pit left inside of Jason, so he decided to look. Just from curiosity.
Slowly it's became his entertainment. Look and learn some new things, new move that was not so lethal. Sometimes Talon wonders why Red Hood so soft when he clearly want to shoot someone brains out.
And they both know that Grayson follows him. Sometimes Red Hood can catch the glimpse of gold in corner of his eye, sometimes he can almost hear disapproved chirp when rubber bullets doesn't kill anyone.
One time he almost catches that annoying little bastard, except he doesn't. Just because he can almost feel admiration from that dead child when he finally pins him down to the ground. It's wrong on so many levels that Todd just can't.
So he let him go and think reprove himself for about a week. That it's just became a routine as Talon gets just more and more comfortable with him.
Now it's sits just a roof away or by his side at most of his patrols.
Red Hood perfectly knows that that thing is deadly weapon raised from the dead - haha - to become nightmare to anyone who decided to cross path of the Court.
And yet he can't do anything with it. Because it is just a child. Deadly? Absolutely. But did you see Damian? Cass? It's not a big deal for bats.
So now, when he sits on another stakeout with abnormal still and quiet Talon by his side, Red Hood thinks that it's okay. As long as this kid by his side, Grayson at least can't kill anyone.
It took them for about two and a half month to become as comfortable as they can be without always thinking: "He is going to kill me".
And it's when Jason decide to start communicate with Birdie.
It's not like he gets an answer first try, but as time flew by they start to talk. Short, quiet, but it was something.
And one day bats definitely found out about Talon. Maybe they catch a glimpse of him with Jason when the fly by, maybe when one of them decided to barge into one of Todds safehouses and saw...it.
Damian, in cold tone, already ready to fight: Todd, I hope you have an explanation why one of them are here?
Jason, calmly sits and just shrugs his shoulders: What can I say. I'm a good father.
Dick by his side, baring his teeth: *angry chirping*
Jason: Language.
Dick: *more angry swirls and chirps*
Damian: What did you just say?!
Jason, a little smug: He says that you are stupid. Don't worry, it's what I teach him.
#batman#dc comics#nightwing#richard grayson#richard john grayson#jason todd#red hood#talon#court of owls
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Thoughts on Gale being a healthy girl dad? Like how he's a healthy mama's boy. How he'd raise his daughter with Tav
Anon, you just gave me the perfect springboard to promote some superb creators in the Galemancer community 💜
But—before that! Per your request: My thoughts / HCs on Dad!Gale are actually very very simple: Gale doesn’t do anything in half-measures. During the game he’s clear that he’s not sure if he wants to be a father; so, if he were to change his mind after the epilogue, it would be after he had given parenthood much thought and done plenty of research. And I believe that, if he and Tav decided to go for it, he would do so with complete abandon, and give his whole heart to his child just like he does with Tav. In doing so, I think he’d be an enthusiastic and patient parent to either a girl or a boy.
For a little girl I think he would be sweet, loving, supportive, just a smidge overprotective, and completely wrapped around her little finger. while Tara would be a full-time adoring nanny/attack Tressym who would absolutely knock the shit out of anyone who made Little Miss Dekarios cry
But the best part is you don’t have to just take my word for it! There are many amazing creators who have shared their fantastic Dad!Gale artwork and fics with the community.
So, Anon and other Dad!Gale fans out there, this list is for you:
Artwork:
@dewdlepies has this adorable lil family for Gale.
@birdsagainsthumanity shows off their Gale & Durge’s smol, cute bebe.
@tee-dohrnii captured this picture-perfect family photo.
@orangekittyenergy made this absolutely heartwarming art of Gale and baby. Featuring Gale wearing his exquisite purple jams!
Fics/HC lists:
@emmy-dekarios-bg3 has written an EPIC Dad!Gale story about an infant daughter who cannot age, and the joys and struggles that go along with that. ‘But wait,’ you say, ‘what if I want to read about Gale having ANOTHER daughter who CAN age?’ Have I got news for you!
@shenanigans-and-imagines wrote a huge amazing list of HCs about Gale being a dad of not one, but two daughters.
@drizztdohurtin wrote this massive, astonishingly detailed, incredible HC list that covers *everything* leading up to Gale becoming a father.
@ohwolfling Wrote a very cute lil Dad!Gale daydream (HCs) post. She also has a TON of very well-written Gale meta on her blog!
@galebrainrot2024 wrote this absolutely sweet fic in which Gale and your daughter bake you a cake!
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Finally, you all know the drill—if I missed anyone, or if you have Dad!Gale art/stories of your own you’d like to promote, feel free to add ‘em in the comments!
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Not sure if this will make sense
But can you do when were Sergei first love comes back. Either he runs into her when he’s out hunting someone and it ends up being her father
a/n: hi nonnie, thanks for the request! i decided to write this in more of a blurb style, hope that's okay!
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it's hard to forget first love, let alone one that was so strong. sergei was young when he met her, but he knew immediately. this was no passing fancy. that's why he ended it. it was his last act of control before he fell in too deep.
his new life was lonely, but he accepted it. he told himself he was sparing her from future heartbreak. it was for the best. he wasn't made for love, at least not anymore.
he would think about her less and less over the years. not necessarily because he stopped caring, but because he just didn't have the time.
but sometimes he couldn't help it. he'd hear a song that she used to like, or he'd walk past someone who resembled her. or sometimes, during sleepiness nights, he'd think of her completely unprompted.
work was a good distraction. sergei was following a rather long trail of people when he came across his next target. but the name gave him pause. he stared at the surname. her surname.
but the first name belonged to a man. sergei shook his head. there are eight billion people in this world. this was just a coincidence. a distant cousin, at most.
but soon, he found out that this man was in fact was her father. sergei remembered very little about him, except that he was distant and shady, much like his own father. perhaps that was a reason he got along so well with her.
but currently, sergei was at a loss. what was he supposed to do? abandon the hunt? find out more? try to find her?
no, no. he couldn't possibly... could he?
but after too much stalling, he decided he couldn't keep running from her forever. he had to face this. it was time.
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she lived an unassuming life, doing what she needed to get by. it was a peaceful existence, if it wasn't for her father's constant pestering.
she didn't know the details of his criminal life, steering clear of him as soon as she was old enough. desperate to reconnect, he would regularly reach out to her and try to make amends.
it was all for show. she knew this. he was only trying to make himself feel better for being a shitty father. so, she ignored him.
it didn't take long for sergei to find her. however, it did take long for him to approach her. he watched her leave work one night. she was beautiful. more graceful, almost ethereal. but most of all, she was still... her.
she froze when she heard her name. the voice was low and rough, but strikingly familiar. she turned around and saw him, standing before her. sergei kravinoff.
for a moment, she could only stare. she was speechless. sergei couldn't help the satisfaction he felt from still having that effect on her.
"it's been a while," he said. "can we talk? over dinner, maybe?"
no, she wanted to say, as unpleasant memories threaten to surface. she didn't want anything to do with him.
sensing her hesitation, sergei added, "please? it's about your father."
she furrowed her brow. what does he know about her father? she wasn't sure what sergei was involved in these days, but if he's sought her out after all this time, it must be important.
finally she spoke, "alright, fine. lead the way."
sergei nodded, relieved. as they walked, he tried to calm his nerves. he wasn't here to reconnect. he was here strictly for business. but history is bound to repeat itself. he would start falling for her again. he would feel like he's losing control. but maybe this time, he won't run.
#sergei kravinoff#sergei kravinoff x reader#kraven the hunter#kraven the hunter x reader#kraven#kraven x reader#marvel#marvel x reader#aaron taylor johnson#atj
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 122 (The Elusive Rafa Bonilla)
"Conrad? Conrad wake up! Oh man, I'm so sorry, please wake up..."
Slowly, Conrad's eyes adjusted to the torchlit room, which smelled like seawater and wet wood. Coarse grains of sand scratched against the back of his head. His blurred vision subsided as he blinked dust from his eyelashes. Rafa knelt over him pleadingly, gently lifting his head. "Wh-where am I?"
"Inside the abandoned ship. I brought you down here when I realized it's really you. I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while."
"How long was I out?"
Rafa shrugged. "The sun will be up soon."
Conrad struggled to push himself up and Rafa reached out a hand to help him. "I need to call Heather."
Rafa nodded. "Your phone rang a bunch of times," he admitted. "I turned it off after a while."
The place was half full of sand and the wood beams were falling apart. He looked at Rafa, all grown up, instinctively leaning in for a hug. Even though he'd knocked him out and was a lot bigger than the boy he remembered, Conrad couldn't believe he killed the Brindletons.
"Why are you out here?"
"I don't have to pay rent, and if anyone comes around to play on the old mast, I padlock the door or hide out in the caves."
"When was the last time you checked in to work?"
"Couple days ago. I tried to get in to the villa but I couldn't. Figured maybe the old man and his wife had gone home and no one told me."
Conrad frowned. "Oliana Ngata said you have a key. You didn't go inside? Take your shoes off, find George, maybe step in the blood under June Brindleton's bed, then clean yourself off in the master bathroom and run?"
Rafa tried to protest, but the look in his eyes told Conrad he was on the right track. It was the same guilty look he used to give when he tried to say his homework was done because he just wanted to play video games.
"I didn't kill them, I swear, and those aren't my footprints. I saw a couple guys jump off the villa balcony and swim off, but I didn't see which way they went. I found the Brindletons dead and got scared. I've been ignoring Oliana's calls for days. She owes me a week's pay, but she can keep it. I'll figure it out, but I'm not going down for murder. I never killed anyone."
"The other stuff you've been into isn't great, Rafa. San Myshuno PD would love to toss the book at you just to close the cases they've got with your name on them."
"I know that. I don't want to go to prison. I never wanted to run any of the drugs I ran, and I didn't start that fire. Jimmy's a pyro freak and I tried to put it out. Cops said I was fanning the flames but that's crap, Conrad. I swear."
"Jimmy's dead, Rafa."
The young man's face fell. "How?"
"I think your sister ordered the hit to get my attention. I've been looking for you for years."
"To bring me in?"
"Look...you knew me before I was a cop, and I don't want to bring you in, but I've got a family and Ximena's trying to take me down. We finally got her in handcuffs and behind bars, but we need to prove she was involved in Jimmy's murder or she could walk. Right now all we've got her on is rental fraud, but you might be able to plead down your own sentence if you're willing to give intel on Ximena."
"I don't know anything about Jimmy's death." Rafa scoffed. "I don't want to talk to my sister, but you know what she did for me, getting us out of Selva when she did."
"And then what? She dragged you into a life working for the cartel, anyway. You could give her stories away, Rafa. Separate her from the cartel, paint her for who she is and what she dragged you into. Forget Jimmy's murder for a minute. Let them see your involvement in your own crimes was under pressure from your sister."
"I always wanted to get out, but Ximena needed me."
"She doesn't need you now."
"If I turn on her, she'll turn on me. I don't know what you want me to do, but I just want to live in peace out here. I want to turn this place into a cool SimBnB or something. Renovate it, you know? Maybe I could have more than one, eventually. I just want to live out my life far away from any cartels. Far away from Ximena. If I go back, I'll go to prison just like her."
"Rafa, I'll do anything I can to help you stay out of prison whether you help me or not. I'll talk to lawyers, judges, find you the right advice. I can't promise a plea deal without jail time, but I can try."
Rafa shook his head. "No. I'm sorry, I can't help you. Ximena was always there for me, and you left! As Javier Vargas, I could recognize the guys in a lineup if you find suspects for the Brindletons' murder, but I can't bring down my sister. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry I left. I had to, but you're the closest thing to a little brother I'd ever had. It was a lot harder to leave you than it was to leave her." Conrad frowned, shifting a little on his feet. "You're really staying here? In an old shipwreck?"
"I miss electricity and haven't played a video game in years, but this is a good place to hide out. It's not open to the public because it's not structurally sound, but no one ever comes down here. If I can get the place fixed up enough for a rental, it'll be much better. A lot less sand."
"And you're not worried I'll send police to arrest you?"
"You'd have me arrested because I won't help you?"
"It's not just me she's after, Rafa. Heather and I are getting married, and we have a daughter; she's almost three. And I love Heather's son like he's my own. He's the same age now that you were when I met you, but I've known him so long...you and Melissa were still together when I met him."
"Don't talk about Mel. She's not involved in any of this. She never was, and she's better off without me."
Conrad's stomach growled. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. "Got any food?" he wondered, as much for himself as he was worried about Rafa.
The young man pointed him in the direction of his small, off-grid kitchen. "There's enough ice in the icebox to keep a few things cool. You can have some yogurt if you want."
Conrad took him up on the offer and considered his next move while he devoured a bowl of coconut yogurt and looked around the dismal digs. Rafa had a bed, a table, the tiny kitchen, and a hole in the ground for a bathroom. He was living far worse than Conrad ever did in his dated old apartment in the city.
Rafa might be Ximena's sole weak point and he had to exploit it, but Conrad wouldn't be able to live with himself if he exploited Rafa, too. He needed him to want to help, but had no idea how to change his mind.
He turned his phone back on and the device started beeping with notifications - multiple missed calls, texts, and voicemails. He sighed. The best he could do for now was keep Rafa's secret and hope he'd flip. He had to fly back to the mainland...after his impulsive neatness made him clean up a bit of dirt and sand near the small kitchen sink - which didn't even dispense water.
Conrad needed to check in with Heather and with work, and open a new investigation into the death of George and June Brindleton. ->
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WCIF: Conrad on the floor and Rafa bent over him is another from @yibsimchronicles' Fainted posepack, and probably my favourite pose in the collection!
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A Prison of My Own
geto x reader
The walls pressed in on you. Slowly. Imperceptibly at first. But over time, it was as though they were suffocating you, closing you off from the life you had known, from the world outside. The days blurred together, each one indistinguishable from the last. And with each passing hour, the memories of your past life faded—slowly at first, like a distant dream you could no longer remember the details of. The faces of friends, the laughter, the freedom—all of it seemed to slip further away, as if the walls around you were erasing everything you had been, everything you used to care about.
Suguru Geto’s presence was a constant. A heavy, suffocating thing that you could never escape. He was always there, watching, controlling, shaping your existence into something unrecognizable. His eyes never left you, and when they did, it was only to make sure the walls of your prison were reinforced—emotionally, physically, every way possible.
You had stopped counting the days. Stopped tracking the hours. It was easier that way. The less you remembered, the less you fought.
But there was still a small part of you—buried deep inside—that fought against it all. It was fragile, this part of you, but it refused to disappear completely. And tonight, as you sat alone in the cold silence of your room, you felt it stir. The smallest flicker of rebellion. Of the life you had lost.
The door creaked open, and Suguru walked in, his footsteps slow and deliberate. He didn’t speak immediately, just watching you with those dark eyes, studying you like an experiment he had no intention of abandoning. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. The weight of his presence was too much, suffocating. His eyes alone felt like they were crushing you.
You had long since stopped fighting, at least outwardly. But inside, there was still a quiet war raging. And tonight, it was louder than ever.
Suguru didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted. He never did. He just stood there, his silence filling the space between you. His presence seeped into every corner of the room, until it felt like the air itself was thick with him.
“You look so... lost,” he finally said, his voice low, taunting, and almost affectionate. He stepped closer, and you instinctively recoiled, but you didn’t move far. You had no strength left for it. “You’re fading, aren’t you? Fading into this place.”
You didn’t answer. There was no point. Your life before him was slipping through your fingers, and you knew it. There was nothing left to say about it. The memories of freedom, of laughter, of even the smallest joy—gone. And here, in the shadows of this place, there was only him.
Suguru’s fingers brushed your cheek lightly, almost tenderly, but it was the kind of tenderness that made your skin crawl. His touch was always careful, calculated. He didn’t need to be rough. Not when the power he held over you was enough.
“No one else can keep you safe,” Suguru said softly, almost as if it were a fact. His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it—a finality to his words that made your heart twist.
You didn’t look up, but you could feel the weight of his gaze on you. “Safe?” you whispered, your voice hoarse, a bitter laugh escaping your throat. “From what? From you?”
Suguru’s eyes flashed with something unreadable, something dark and dangerous, but he didn’t pull away. His hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers curling gently around it, holding you in place, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes felt like fire.
“You’re safe with me,” he repeated, almost as if he was trying to convince himself. “No one else can protect you the way I can. No one else would even try. You belong here. With me.”
“But who will save me from you?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the tension in the air like a blade.
Suguru paused, his grip tightening slightly around your neck, but not enough to hurt. His expression flickered—just for a moment. There was a flash of something almost... human in his eyes, but it was gone before you could register it.
“Save you?” His lips curled into a soft, almost amused smile. “You don’t need saving. You never did. You just need to accept this. Accept me.”
You wanted to scream, to throw him off, to fight back in some way. But the reality of your situation settled in once more. There was no fighting him. Not anymore. There was no escaping.
Suguru leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “I made you mine, and now there’s no way out. There never was.”
The words echoed in your mind, and as much as you wanted to deny them, a sick part of you knew he was right. You were already lost. You had been for a long time. The memories of your old life were nothing more than ghosts now, fading with every passing day. All you had left was him.
And no matter how much you hated it, there was nowhere left to run.
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An Open Response to the Democratic Party
A fundraising email I received this morning:
To all Democrats: ️Please don’t scroll past this one-minute read. ️It’s Sunday, January 5. In a few weeks, Trump will be sworn in as our next president — with a Republican Congress to do his bidding. We have to be prepared for anything coming our way — from destructive legislation and executive orders to Republican attempts to weaken our democracy. And we have to be prepared on day one. But the truth is that less than 1 percent of the people receiving these messages pitch in. We’re counting on all Democrats who know how important this moment is to step up right now. If fighting back against Trump and electing Democrats at all levels of government matters to you, then we’re asking you to pitch in $3 to help us be the strong Democratic Party we need. If you’re undecided, please remember any contribution makes an impact right now.
To All Democratic Legislators and Party Functionaries:
Right now, the things that YOU need to be doing don't require nickel-and-dime contributions from US. You are IN OFFICE RIGHT NOW. If "destructive legislation" is on the slate -- AND IT WILL BE -- it's up to YOU to block it. Take a page from the right wing playbook, and STOP COOPERATING WITH THEM. Be as obstructive as you can. No, better yet, be as obstructive as THEY HAVE BEEN.
You can't just flail your arms around and say "we need your support, and the only support that matters is DOLLARS" anymore. You can't take our contributions and then abandon our ideals and principles to chase the mythical "Undecided Centrists". That's the real lesson of this election: support is a two-way street.
Show us that you can FIGHT, that you can RESIST, that we're not just throwing our money at a bunch of QUISLINGS and COLLABORATORS who'll bend the knee in the name of "bipartisanship".
Let's see the impact our contributions should have already made. If you want our support to oppose the fascists and authoritarians, do not take their side. Do not comply in advance.
Then we'll talk about our three dollars.
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~The Type of Guy~
⋆。‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧。⋆ Seong Gi Hun
not requested 💌
~⋆。‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧。⋆Seong Gi Hun is⋆。‧˚ʚ🍒ɞ˚‧。⋆~
a/n my little wet rat in his little abandoned hotel:((( wanna hug him so bad
<3 the type of guy who truly doesn't know what he did in order to deserve you as his partner. He is truly grateful for whatever is happening in the universe and for being able to call you his. his biggest fear, even after everything, is losing you.
<3 the type of guy who loves to make you laugh, he goes out of his way to crack jokes for you about anything and everything, no matter how inappropriate it is in the situation you're both in! definitely jokes with you during the games to make you feel better. says some silly shit like "after that id rather be in line at the DMV." he always blushes and smiles whenever you laugh at his jokes.
<3 the type of guy that before the games, his insecurities sometimes effect your relationship; he sometimes isolates himself after he does something he knows you wouldn't like, like gambling. he knows all you want to do is help and support him, but he also knows you don't deserve to be wrapped up in his debt and betting.
<3 the type of guy that wants nothing more in the world than to make you happy and give you the life you deserve. his main goal is to financially support you and spoil you:) without even trying he makes you smile, but still goes far out of his way to ensure he's bringing you happiness.
<3 the type of guy who even when he can't support you financially (which is like, all the time before the games) overcompensates in other ways! i can see him driving you everywhere, learning how to cook your favorite meals; for birthdays and anniversaries if he can't afford a gift or a nice dinner he'll make it all happen for you himself!
<3 the type of guy to be super protective of you, but knows you can hold your own if need be. he's a little bit afraid of you, out of love of course! he likes to walk on the outside of the sidewalk when he's with you, making sure you're safe from the cars or bikes on the road. he'll always be watching over you making sure he can notice and protect you from anything that could happen when you're out with him. even if he can't afford it he makes sure your home is in a safe neighborhood as well:) wishes you to walk or drive safely every time you leave without him and truly means it! he stays a bit on edge until you're home, knowing about the creditors looking for him and just being nervous about what could happen when you're out walking alone.
<3 the type of guy who absolutely adores you with his whole being! before he goes through the games he's much more extroverted so he's better at showing that verbally, he loudly praises you even just for existing and he lets the world know you're his and how much he loves you! instead of this, after the games he prioritizes your safety- never letting you out of his sight, reassuring you he'll never let any of those people hurt you, and just overall taking care of you despite his trauma- in a way that constantly reminds you how loved you are by him regardless of if he's able to verbalize it.
<3 the type of guy who, going after the last one, never leaves your side during the games. in this scenario you both ended up there together, he's horrified you joined to help pay for his debts and even more scared of you dying for that. his priority is making sure you both make it out alive.
<3 the type of guy who after the games only feels grounded when he's with you. even if its not nearly the same as before, he feels closer to himself when he's with you; the security knowing you're safe by his side and the general energy you give off:)
<3 the type of guy who is in awe of every part of you, mind and body. he's so genuinely in love with you and not afraid to show it. expect to be showered in compliments and praise every moment you're with him!
<3 the type of guy to fall in love with you at first sight. your charm absolutely sweeps him off his feet and he knows he wants to be more than just friends with you. he sees a future when he looks into your eyes:)
<3 the type of guy who loves physical contact, this goes with him wanting to protect you, but he does it also to remind you how loved you are and that he's always there for you no matter what.
<3 the type of guy who will always strive to give you the life you deserve<3
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Say You Won't Let Go
Greedy Little Thing
Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 4.3k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Zombie!AU, PiV, Oral (F!Receiving), pregnancy sex, wee bit of lactation kink
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If you thought your solo play time in the shower would calm you down, you thought wrong.
You’re truly spinning out and losing your mind. That is the only reasonable explanation for the level of arousal flooding your system at the moment.
All of a sudden you can’t help but be keyed into John’s every move. And surely you are projecting every depraved thought squirming around in your little brain- you’re imagining that he’s encroaching that much more into your personal space. His hands- broad and warm- gentle as always feel a bit firmer with his hold as he either brushes past you or herds you where he wants you.
You’re distracted, eyes fixated at the boarded up windows like they’re a big screen showing your favorite sitcom. The book you found lies open on the table, failing to capture your interest in favor of your imagination. Of another universe where John’s interest isn’t a figment of your imagination and he’s willing to do something about it.
“Something on your mind, Love?” John’s voice startles you out of your thoughts and has you jumping on reflex. “Easy- ‘s just me,” he soothes as he crosses the distance from the doorway to the table you’re sitting at.
“Nothing important,” you answer breezily, trying desperately to hide that you were just thinking about the various ways he could fold you like a piece of paper. Can always lie and claim to be reminiscing on the past.
He has no reason to doubt you, the rumbling hum of acknowledgment from him showing that you’ve not gained any unwanted attention.
You don’t know what’s wrong with you, what all of a sudden has you acting like a cat in heat. The only thing you haven’t done at this point is lift your skirts and bend over the table in invitation.
Any hope you may have of getting back into your book is dashed as he comes closer.
You’ve never been one to fixate on how a man smells- and not even cologne, since that’s not an option these days really. But how he actually smells- you have no idea if you’re pulling off subtle well, but he smells divine and you know nothing will get done if you don’t get a hold of yourself.
Hopefully your sinful thoughts are not evident on your face, but if they are then he doesn’t call you on it.
It’s not uncommon for John to leave you alone for stretches and sporadically swing by to check on you. You know he’s in the neighborhood lurking for supplies and hoping to scrap up radio parts.
The drop ins soothe your anxiety- that he is just across the street, or a few houses down.
Although it’s still the end of the world and anything can happen. You begrudgingly accept that he has to leave on occasion so you don’t starve to death in the middle of winter in this frozen tundra.
“Gonna need to go further out today, Love. Not sure when I’ll be back.”
Your displeasure is blatant across your face.
“None of that, now,” he reproaches firmly. “I’ll come back when I can. I want you back upstairs before the sun goes down.”
You’re pouting like a child, your earlier fantasies completely derailed as your thoughts swirl around the anxiety of being abandoned. Of course there’s a part of you that knows this is an inevitability. There’s only so many supplies in the area. John is reluctant to move you, knowing that the pair of you are relatively safe and hidden which means he’ll have to move further out to scavenge to care for you.
Your lack of an immediate response prompts him to reach out and cup your face, prying your mind from your surly thoughts. By now you know him well enough to understand the cue for what it is- a silent ask for you to soften back up to him and quit being a brat about him leaving.
The logical part of your brain understands that there’s no choice considering you don’t wish to starve to death. Unfortunately until further notice your hormones are what call the shots so you can’t help yourself other than to be in duress over the thought of John leaving you for more than a few hours.
“Why are you being difficult, hm?” He ponders, tone substantially softer than one might expect.
“I’m not trying to be,” you protest gently, settling into his hold.
“And yet here we are,” his tone is more amused than anything else.
His free hand drops to your belly, something that immediately garners the attention of your baby who gives a volley of kicks.
“You can’t wind him up and then leave me here alone to deal with him,” now it’s your turn to reproach John good naturedly.
Again, you blame your hormones. You like John’s hands on you- like John touching you.
“He’ll be a good lad for his mummy, won’t he?” He prompts the baby, and you don’t protest as his hand smooths down your belly.
This time your child is not called to action, deciding to spare your poor ribs from another litany of kicks. You decide to not question the way he immediately quiets down at John’s prompting.
Despite the conversation you just had, you can’t help but pout and mope as John leaves. You keep it to yourself, even though you know your anxiety is bleeding through and he knows exactly what your thoughts on the matter are.
There’s nothing to be done for it though, so you’re left alone with nothing but Fred’s shadow and your child for company.
You listen to John’s request and begin your trek up the stairs just before it starts to get dark. The natural lighting in the house is weird and casts odd shadows. It's overcast and a new moon, which will leave little to guide you with when the sun goes down.
With only your thoughts to occupy you, you think about silly little things because if you don’t then you’ll be cognizant of the crushing realization of your solitude. That John is out there somewhere in the murky darkness and there is no guarantee that he will come back to you.
You’d have made a piss poor military wife.
It’s easier to think about how things could be in another life- if you would have met the handsome captain in some bar and flirted shamelessly in the hopes that he liked you enough to take you home and show you a good time.
That you were at his home, in his bed, with his baby nestled under your ribcage.
But you’re not, although in a way you are as close to that fantasy as you can get.
You’re tucked into the little hidey hole that John has chosen to squirrel you away, waiting for his return upstairs just as he asked while your child does somersaults and uses a kidney for soccer practice.
Somewhere between bouts of fretting, you manage to fall asleep. It’s certainly not the best sleep of your life by any stretch but you’ve also had worse without question.
It’s also easily disrupted. There’s a part of you that is still keen to your surroundings- that’s still aware that you’re alone in the dark and the cold, and that to truly slip under the haze of sleep could sign your death warrant.
You don’t quite wake at the sound of the door creaking, but you drift that much closer to the land of the living.
It’s when the bed dips under his weight that you stir, partly in offense at the cold air that creeps under the covers with him.
The greeting that escapes you is more of a whine than anything else, hands grabbing at him and trying to burrow under the weight of him.
“I’m right here, lovely- told you I’d be back.” He soothes you like an over reactive pet that’s absolutely enthralled with his return and showcasing it by trying to crawl into his skin.
He’s warm, a welcome reprieve from the biting cold waiting for you just outside your blankets. You want to melt at the sensation of his hands on your back. You’re a puddle of a human being in his hold.
And somewhere between your squirming and his soothing, you’re not completely sure who ends up kissing who first but you have zero complaints.
Quickly your searching hands find purchase on him, just as his anchor you to him.
You’re drowning, you think- head dizzy, completely disoriented as lust burns through you. This is everything you’ve been pining for and now that it’s in your hold you don’t quite know what to do with it.
John rolls you gently onto your back as the pair of you break for air- hovers above you, mindful of your belly while still not being too far away.
“Tell me to stop,” he looks as flustered as you feel, and a part of you preens in the knowledge that you’ve impacted him the way he’s impacted you. That you haven’t been the only one yearning for more.
“Please don’t s-“ you don’t even finish the sentence before he’s on you again, the covers rustling as he shuffles to position himself closer to you.
“Good girl” he praises against your lips, the words itching something seated deep inside you.
John’s hands roam your body, searching for the hemline of your dress only to hike the skirt up to your hips once he finds it.
“Please,” you whimper and try to arch under his touch.
Rather than immediately diving under the skirt of your dress, he continues to feel up your chest, back, hips and thighs. You could practically melt at the attention, gladly feeling him up in turn before your hands grope down his chest to pry at his shirt. Your make out is briefly interrupted as he shucks his shirt, although in the dim lighting of the dark it’s hard to fully appreciate everything he’s displaying at the moment.
“God, you are soft,” he marvels, lips leaving yours to kiss down your neck.
You realize that he’s trying to keep the covers over you as he works your dress up your body, pooling the fabric around your collar bones as his attention drifts from your neck to your sternum.
One hand gropes at a breast as he teases your nipple with his tongue, immediately making you gasp and grab his hair.
“Gentle!” You correct him- while under normal circumstances his grip on you would have been perfectly acceptable, you’re currently very pregnant and part of that means your chest has been sore the last few weeks. You’re so sensitive now.
“I’m sorry, lovely. I’ll be gentle,” he apologizes, and you relax back into the mattress.True to his promise, John is far more careful of where he gropes and kisses, delighting in all the noises you make.
The sensitivity in your breasts has you squirming underneath him, whining in pleasure.
You feel strung out and desperate, some nebulous part of you aware that you're in trouble if you're already this amped up and he's barely begun to touch you yet.
Arching into his hold, you both freeze at the same moment you feel something akin to a release in the pressure of your chest. You haven't quite been sure when you would start actually lactating- knowing that the real stuff wouldn't come in until after birth, but knowing that there was the colostrum prior.
You're not quite sure what you feel. Flustered? Relieved? Embarrassed? But John remains unflappable, a mere "Tastes sweet" before returning to the task at hand.
The hand not anchoring your breast for his mouth drifts down your side, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear. You're wet- keenly aware of how his fingers trace across your skin. Gooseflesh rises in the wake of his touch, something to do less with the all encompassing chill that you two are trying to avoid and more to do with the lust that is firmly growing in your belly. The gusset of your panties doesn't take long to soak as he teases you over the fabric.
Your hips twitch, trying desperately to follow his fingers.
You want more. It's been so long since you've had anyone touch you, and the weight of John over you feels phenomenal. "Please, John- I need you to touch me." Never in all your days have you actually begged a man to touch you, but your life has just been full of unexpected surprises lately.
"I'll take care of you, lovely- gotta be patient," he consoles you, paired with a teasing suck of one nipple before moving across your chest to get to the other one.
You don't want to be patient. You want him- now- and even though you actively have him right in this moment it's somehow still not enough. You'd say you're like an animal in heat, but animals in heat aren't usually ready to calve at any moment. It's almost alarming how little control you have over your own body right now. You're little more than your most base urges with spread thighs and heaving breaths as you keenly watch him.
"Gotta get you ready for me, sweetheart," he soothes with his words as his hand slips under the waistband of your panties. "'m not a small man- don't want to hurt you."
You feel dizzy just at the thought. You're well acquainted with what he's packing at this point, and the knowledge he's going to try to make sure it's good for you too is enough for you to find what minimal patience you possess.
The feel of his fingertips lightly searching for your clit has your legs spreading and thighs twitching in anticipation. He's an insufferable tease, tracing the pad of one calloused fingertip around your vulva and teasing the seam of your lower lips. Just enough to keep you keyed in on him, hook line and sinker, whining for more like an anxious dog.
When he finally parts your pussy with his fingers, you arch up into his hold as he spreads your wetness around. "Bein’ such a good girl f'r me" his praise is low and gravely and shoots straight between your thighs.
God the things that this man could make you do if he asked you nicely.
"John, please!"
"So impatient" he chuckles against your soft skin, nipping at you ever so carefully. Just enough to get your skin between his teeth, the squeal that escapes you more in anticipation than from any actual discomfort.
He shushes you, lapping at the patch of skin that he nipped in a mock apology as the hand slipping between your lower lips slides one finger inside of you.
There's certainly more to his one finger than to your own, and you must be such a greedy little thing tonight because you're still wanting another finger. John is in no hurry it seems, content to rock his one finger in and out of you as your body gets wetter in preparation of future events.
His hand doesn't leave from between your thighs, but he moves further under the covers where they've obscured him completely, falling around your collar bones. Certainly warmer for the pair of you for him to do this like this, although your hips are already rocking.
You've got a reasonable guess on what he's about to do, but not being able to physically see him does, you admit, add a certain level of excitement. There's nothing you can do other than lay on your back patiently like a good girl and wait for him to make his next move. His warm breath on your pussy makes you jolt, a thrill shooting up your spine.
You haven't gotten head in ages- certainly not with your last beau.
"Try to be quiet for me, lovely. Don't need anything outside hearing your pretty noises," is all the warning you get before he's lowering his mouth to you.
It is certainly easier said than done- partly you manage to keep your whines and whimpers down, but it just makes your eyes want to roll back the way John doesn't hesitate to put his tongue to work.With a cursory lap of your vulva, he's quick to hone his attention on your clit while his finger continues to slip in and out of you.
After a few thrusts of his wrists you have to turn your head and muffle yourself with a pillow as he gives you the second finger you've been so keen for. His fingers stroking you from the inside paired with his tongue on your clit is certainly enough to work you steadily towards your orgasm.
You're not sure that you're going to last much longer when he starts to crook his fingers against the anterior wall of you- seems he knows exactly how to try to wring out every last drop of pleasure from you, and you're more than game to let him.
"John," your whine is a small, pleading thing this time- not the same feverish anxious plea from earlier, attempting to get him to give exactly what you want. This is a softer cry, a plea and an acknowledgement all wrapped together that he will take you where you're trying to go if you'll just let him do it.
Cold be damned, your activities under the sheets have a sheen of sweat breaking out over your skin. You pull the blanket off of you, partially because you're starting to get hot and partially on the reflex that you want to watch him- although that isn't really going to be an option with your belly in the way. "Oh my God, please don't stop,” you beg, perfectly able to picture the smug grin on his face as you feel the vibration of him chuckling in amusement at you.
Your squirming is dealt with swiftly as he grips one of your hips with his free hand, holding you in place as you rock against his mouth. The pleasure coiling in your belly twists down tighter and tighter, your staccato breaths hitching as he pushes you closer to your climax.
Right when the dam breaks, it seems both of you were on the same page- one of your hands clamping over your mouth to muffle yourself right at the moment John straightens a bit and abandons your hip in favor of trying to cover your mouth as well.
Which suddenly puts you in the position of being completely at his mercy- that he's using the hand buried between your legs to see how much he can get you to squeal now that your noises are muffled to his standard.
When he lets up, you're dizzy and gasping for air. This is so much more intense than the orgasm you'd brought yourself to in the shower and that one had literally brought you to your knees. There's a part of your brain still cognizant enough that you want to return the favor- That he's made you feel absolutely divine and it's only fair to reciprocate that.
However, rather than functional words, all you can come up with is to just paw at the top of his pants, mumbling more so than speaking "I want- I-"
Despite your complete lack of clarity, he seems to understand what your mission is regardless.
"We can worry about that later, Love," he assures you, coaxing you onto your side and getting in close behind you. Despite having just gotten yours, for a moment you are incredulous at the idea that he's about to just tuck you back into bed and go to sleep.Then you realize the covers are still down around your ankles, and your night dress up across your breasts- and, blessedly, that he's pulling down his pants.
God you wish you could see it, but between the darkness and the angle with him behind you it's not really an option. You can see enough shadows to have a vague idea of where he is behind you, but also the lack of vision is adding to the experience.
Just groping and touching in the dark like a pair of frisky teenagers trying to not get caught.
"I've got what you need right here, pretty girl- lift your leg up for me," he instructs and you comply immediately.
Oh God he's big. You knew that, sorta- have been well acquainted with what he feels like pressing up against you with morning wood. And he just told you that you needed to be prepped in order to take him.
But somehow this feels completely different, and here you are lying soft and compliant on your side with your legs spread wondering how the fuck he's going to make it fit.You're completely gagging for it either way.
"Please, please, plea-" you beg, head turning his direction in the dark even if you can't see well. Your begging is cut off as he drags his cock across your swollen folds, sensitive from the earlier attention he paid to you.
"Easy, lovely. Told you I'd take care of you," he instructs, and it takes everything in you to lie still in his hold while he lines himself up with you.
Your mind is spinning a hundred miles an hour, excited by the prospect as he finally pushes the head in and gives a shallow thrust.
His chest is lined up to your back, one hand helping prop up your thigh to give better access. It's the most intimate position the two of you can manage, and it gives you a front row seat as he groans low in the back of his throat.
Oh, you like that noise.
You want to hear him make it again.
"Christ you're warm," he chokes, and a deep satisfaction rolls through you. Just knowing that he's as affected by you, as you are by him is enough to stroke your ego.
"John, I can't wait anymore," you whine, pushing back against him in encouragement for him to move. Since when did you become such a needy little mess? It would be embarrassing if you could bring yourself to care.
You've been long overdue for a good romp between the sheets, and you are just thrilled to pieces that the captain has decided to be the one up for the task.
"You are an impatient creature, aren't you pet?" His admonishment is a gentle thing, as are his first few thrusts as your bodies acclimate to each other.
"It feels so good. Want you to feel good too," you plead your case, and really who was he to disagree with that?
"Feels fuckin' incredible, lovely, don't you worry about that. Sweet pussy of yours has me like a vice," You push back against his thrusts, eyes rolling as the angle lets him hit that one spot in you. Pragmatically, this position was the best to allow the pair of you to be close to each other while not overcrowding around your belly- allow some level of intimacy, as John is able to get up close behind you, and you can reasonably turn to touch and paw at him. But God is it also working for you as far as bringing you pleasure. Each time his hips bury against the plush of your ass he hits that spot that makes your leg shake in his hold.
"Gonna get you there, lovely, just-" it strokes your ego that he's babbling slightly as he speaks. That he's just as excited to have access to your body, to let you have him like this.
"John, right there- I, ah!- Oh God, right there," your pleading seems to just ramp him up. He's not rough with you by any stretch, just clearly comfortable that he's not going to hurt you and confident that your body's acclimated to take all of him. It's your turn to babble, whimpering and whining in his hold. The hand holding your thigh spread coaxes your leg over his hip, hand drifting back to your clit to stroke the little bundle of nerves.
"Just like that, hm?" he asks you like your eyes aren't almost crossing from how good he's giving it to you.
"Oh my God, please!" your brain's possibly broken. Your entire universe has condensed down to you, and him, and this bed and how damn good he's making you feel.
A quick study, he's already learned your tells that you're inching closer to your climax.
"You can do it, pet- cum for me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over my cock.”
You’re past words, clinging to him with one hand and the sheets with the other as you breathe and try to relax your tensing body.
“That’s it, good girl- deep breaths,” he coaxes you, and that’s the magic combination to get you seeing fireworks.
He must still doubt your ability to stifle your orgasm yourself, muffling your noises by grabbing your face and turning it so he can kiss you. You certainly have no complaints, aware by the way his pace changes for a few thrusts that he’s not very far behind you before reaching his own end.
For a moment, the pair of you recline in silence as you come down from your respective highs. The heat the two of you made quickly starts to dissipate in the night with the covers still bunched at the foot of the bed, making you shiver as the cold finally settles back over you.
That movement is enough to bring John out of whatever post coital bliss he was in, shifting behind you to pull out.
“Hang on, love,” he instructs while pulling his pants back over his hips before pulling your dress back down your legs and grabbing the covers.
You feel calm for the first time in days, content to laze on your side with John behind you as he snuggles in next to you.
You remember turning your head back towards him for one last kiss- something slow and soft and gentle- and don’t even realize it when you fall asleep.
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For the non-NPD's out there, here’s a front-row seat to what a mental breakdown can look like...
TW: Suicidal ideation, self-harm, manipulation, toxic relationships, emotional abuse, existentialism/nihilism, gaslighting/deception, abandonment issues.
NPD (questioning) + BPD culture is...
WHY ARE YOU LEAVING??! Every single word I said was to KEEP YOU HERE. I DID SO MUCH to try to be good for you, despite HOW I AM. I masked so much of myself just to keep you in my life, to be the "good person" you and I wanted me to be.
SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LEAVING NOW?! After everything I’ve done and tried, I don’t understand what you think I did wrong! PLEASE, for the love of God, just TALK TO ME LIKE A GROWN PERSON for five fucking minutes. I chose to let you in, validate you, and keep you close. So why are you walking away?! You’re just like the rest—a fucking liar. You couldn't even tell me i was nothing to you.
And now, what? Is it your toxic ex? Is that who you’re running to to suddenly ghost me so much and hurt me?
Oh. Someone new now, huh? called [🩸]. They’re talking shit about me? Saying they “don’t want to cause issues” while kicking me out of a server for venting ON MY VENT BLOG they shouldn't have had access to—and it's not even about them?
Haha. Good luck, [💧]. They’re worse than me. They can’t even handle me venting without me naming names, let alone deal with anything real. At least I try to be better. I know what I’m dealing with. I face my pain with depressing music on loop; they deal with it by lashing out at me with lies and projections.
Cue the Hamilton song: "You'll Be Back." Looping. Fitting.
You make me wish I did end it, [💧].
If I wanted your attention, I would have done it in a way that left my blood on your hands—a permanent reminder for the rest of your life. But I’m better than that. Did you know if [🩸] is the same? No? You ran into [🩸]’s arms so fast. And when they hurt you, you’ll just run to someone else—just like you did me. Just like you did your ex before me.
None of us are good people. Not me. Not you. Not [🩸]. But you? You hurt me. For what? For caring too much about someone I once thought was worth it?
Fuck. I’m mad at myself for still hurting over you. You weren’t worth it. You were a liar. And this? This is why I know humanity is a failure.
Love, [🌌] Specifically, [⛓️] the host from that system.
-🌌⛓ (if not taken)
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