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casual | paul lahote x reader smut

NSFW | 18+ | minors DNI | word count: 2.38k

warnings: smut, dom!paul, slight angst, mention of fighting, i think that's it?

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i asked you guys if i should post this now or incorporate it into ruderal, and the result was overwhelmingly to post it now, so here it is with some plot adjustments! i've been OBSESSED with this song by chappell roan and knew i needed to make it into an imagine, although this song is probably about a woman lol. highly recommend listening to the song as you read this. this is my first time EVER writing smut so i hope its not too bad - as always, let me know what you think :)

ALSO this is in an alternate timeline where the guys are all like 21+ and so is y/n :)

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Paul’s hand lingered on your thigh as he drove the winding road back to Forks, his thumb rubbing small circles on your outer leg. the radio hummed with a song you couldn’t manage to pay attention to, instead focusing your gaze on the motion of his finger on your bare thigh. while you assumed the gesture was meant to comfort you, it did a lot more than that. you hoped that the darkness would obscure Paul’s peripheral vision enough for him to not realize you were ogling his muscular arms and unusually large hands. his veins protruded in a way that drove you crazy for some reason, and as much as you were still upset with him, you couldn’t help the rush of hormones that flooded at the sight.

Embry had made some stupid joke about you at the bonfire at Emily's that night, a common occurrence when you hung out with the pack. he didn’t mean anything by it, you joked around with each other like that all the time, but Paul had been extra sensitive for the last few weeks as he spent more hours on patrol. Victoria’s looming presence and the mystery murders happening around Washington meant the reservation needed increased protection, and the men in the pack had to step up. Embry’s comment led to a fight where the pair both phased, snarling and snapping until they both came to their senses and things went back to normal. you hated when Paul shifted because of you, even if it was just indirectly your fault like it was tonight.

you two were meant to be casual, despite Paul having imprinted on you, as you had just gotten out of a long-term relationship and weren’t ready to commit to someone again. you’d been seeing each other casually for months, hanging out, and getting to know each other better. as much as you were hesitant to let him into your life completely, you couldn’t deny your attraction to Paul. he’d been nothing but a gentleman thus far, bringing you flowers on dates, opening doors for you, and following your boundaries to a T, terrified to mess anything up with you. of course, his physical form was unlike anything you’d ever seen - you were lucky that he preferred to hang out without a shirt on. things had gotten hot and heavy between you two a few times but hadn’t gone farther than some very intense making out. though, the way Paul’s hand touched you now was enough for you to throw those boundaries out the window; you wanted him - no, needed him.

you focused your eyes back on the road in front of you, only being able to see as far as the truck’s dim headlights illuminated. breathe in, breathe out, you reminded yourself, trying to calm down the butterflies in your stomach. you were unsuccessful, and it didn’t help that Paul’s hand was inching closer and closer to your hips.

suddenly, his hand snaked further inward and his grip tightened, engulfing your inner thigh. your breath hitched, and you unsuccessfully tried to mask it as a cough. you saw Paul smirk out of the corner of your eye, but he didn’t look over at you.

you once again reminded yourself to breathe as the ache between your legs became more apparent. his hand loosened its grip and continued its journey towards your core. half of you thought about stopping him purely as punishment for fighting with Embry, but the much louder other half wouldn’t dream of it right now.

you couldn’t help but let out a small groan as his hand finally reached your jean shorts, his fingers tracing the seam that ran between your legs. the slight pressure he applied drove you absolutely crazy as you wished for more friction.

the sound that escaped your lips seemed to do something to Paul as he let out a breathy groan of his own. “alright, that’s it,” he mumbled, turning the wheel toward the side of the road. he must have known exactly where you were because he easily pulled the truck behind a set of bushes that obscured most of it from the road. any passerbys, which were few and far between at this time of night anyway, wouldn’t notice the vehicle.

almost as soon as he slammed the gear shift into park, his lips were on yours. he kissed you with a passion you’d never felt before. you melted into his lips, reminding yourself for the third time that night that if you didn’t start breathing, you would pass out. he gripped the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as you continued to make out. his other hand traveled down your arm, to your hip, and unbuckled the seatbelt you’d been wearing. in one swift, but slightly awkward motion, he disconnected your lips for a brief moment and grabbed each side of your hips, pulling you across the center console onto his lap. you were careful not to lean too far and hit the horn with your back as you settled onto him, silently thanking Paul for owning such a spacious truck. your knees settled on either side of his legs.

as you sat down on his lap, you brushed his hardening length with the same seam of your shorts his hand was just on, eliciting a quiet moan from both of you. impatient, Paul once again gripped your scalp and slammed your lips together. you allowed your hands to slip underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the outline of the muscles on his bare abdomen. this feeling, combined with the warmth radiating from his bare skin, drove you insane.

“take- it- off-” you mumbled in between kisses, tugging the hem upwards. you were unsure of where the forwardness came from, but you didn’t stop long enough to be embarrassed.

“you don’t get to tell me what to do,” he snarked half-jokingly but obliged.

the moonlight streaming in from the windshield was just enough for you to be able to see the outline of his pecs and abs, and you really couldn’t help but stare.

“like what you see?” he chuckled, noticing your eyes widening at his physique.

you nodded, unable to form words, instead opting to smash your lips back together with all of the strength you could muster. you’d had enough of looking flustered - you wanted to take initiative.

you raised your hips again, pushing your abdomen against Paul's and lowering yourself onto his member. you rocked your hips back and forth as he moved his lips down your cheek, then your jaw, and eventually to your neck. the friction as you continued to grind against him elicited a low growl against your neck as his lips attached to your skin. you moaned embarrassingly loudly as he sucked at the delicate skin, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be sheepish. in fact, the only emotion surging through your body right now was pure desire for the god-like man leaving a series of hickeys on your neck.

“Paul, that’s gonna leave a mark,” you whined. you knew you’d regret letting him do it in the morning but right now you wanted nothing more than for him to mark you as his. you wanted to be his.

“don’t want anyone else getting any ideas. you’re all mine,” he retorted, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. his were almost completely black with lust. “say it.” he commanded, holding your jaw tightly in his hand. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m all yours, Paul” you panted, your hips continuing to move back and forth on Paul’s lap as you stared into his dark eyes. despite your relationship still being undefined, truer words had never been spoken.

“good girl. now shut the fuck up and get back in the passenger seat.” his harsh words did nothing to discourage you from obeying as you scrambled to sit back where you were a few minutes prior. this was a side of Paul you had only seen when he was angry: dark, commanding, dominating. usually, you would have to try to calm him down when he got like this, but right now, you were very much enjoying him telling you what to do. you already missed the warmth of his body on yours as you climbed back over to the other seat, but you instinctually knew better than to voice your complaints right now.

Paul leaned across the console, reaching his hand between your knees and under the seat to move it back as far as it would go. once he was satisfied with that, he reached across your lap and pulled the reclining handle, his other hand helping to lower the seat back slowly so you weren’t sent flying backward.

“scooch back” he ordered again, and you moved your hips backward on the seat, supporting yourself with your elbows on the very edge of the seat near the headrest.

you were confused as he opened the driver-side door and hopped out of the truck. you watched as he opened the passenger-side door, it becoming clear now what his plan was. you pulled your knees towards your chest as he climbed back in, kneeling on the floor mat in front of you. god damn, this truck was spacious, and you were incredibly grateful for that right now.

his large hands fumbled to unbutton your shorts. he pulled the zipper down and you lifted your hips, followed by your legs, so he could slide them off. not wanting to wait another second, he pulled your underwear to the side and connected his thumb to your clit. you let out a loud gasp at the sensation and he chuckled proudly, knowing how good he was making you feel. Paul rubbed small, tight circles on the sensitive nub for a few seconds before you felt a finger dip into your wet folds. a guttural moan escaped your throat as you finally got the sensation you had been waiting for since his hand had rested on your thigh earlier in the night.

he added a second finger shortly after and continued to pump in and out of your heat, his thumb continuing its circular motions on your clit. you could feel your orgasm building inside of your core, and it was almost euphoric knowing it was Paul making you feel like this.

“Paul, i’m gonna-” you moaned, getting close to the edge. “what the fuck?” he’d removed his fingers altogether upon hearing this and you were not happy about it.

“patience, princess.” he chuckled, making eye contact with you once again as he raised his fingers to his mouth to taste you on them. you were still pissed at him for teasing you like that, but the sound he made as he licked your wetness off himself almost made it worth it. almost.

“let’s take these off, shall we? or should i rip them off?” his fingers slipped under the waistband of your underwear.

“don’t you dare,” the one rational brain cell you had left replied, lifting your hips for him to slide them off like he did the shorts. you liked this pair. Paul held your hips back down as he spread your legs open, leaning his torso over the seat until you could feel his breath between your legs, amplified by the wetness that had come with the teasing.

“god, you look so fucking good” he took a second to admire the sight before him before he groaned lustfully and connected his tongue to your cunt. he made quick work of finding all the right spots to hit, causing your legs to tremble and your eyes to roll back in your head. at this rate, you wouldn’t last long, but you never wanted this moment to end.

“oh, fuck,” you moaned as he continued to circle the sensitive nub with his tongue. you had never felt this connected to someone before, not any of your exes. no one had ever made you feel as good as Paul was in this moment. as he continued the motions of his tongue, you realized Paul was perfect for you in every way, including this one. it was like pre-nut clarity.

you felt the pressure building up again, somehow even stronger than last time, unable to contain your moans. “fuck, Paul, i’m gonna cum” you groaned, arching your back against the seat as Paul continued to hold your hips down harshly against it. you figured there would be bruises there tomorrow, and the thought of him marking you up even more only exacerbated your growing orgasm.

“cum for me, princess” Paul mumbled against your clit, giving you permission to let go. it only took a couple more swipes for you to come completely unglued against his mouth.

Paul gradually slowed down his motions, guiding you through your orgasm as your hips attempted to buck against his face, craving the stimulation. eventually, your brain started to function again, and the first thing you thought was that that was definitely the best orgasm you’d ever had. you couldn’t tell Paul that, though - it would boost his ego way too much, and he already had a huge one to begin with. the second thought that went through your head was that you were ready for Paul to be your boyfriend. no man could eat you out that good and get away from you.

he admired his work as you panted in front of him, a smirk of pride on his face. he loved knowing he was the one who made you feel so good. he raised himself up on his knees to hover over you, one arm resting on the seat to support himself as the other snaked behind your back to pull you to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his back, settling your face in the crook of his neck. your breaths were soon in time with each other, basking in the body heat radiating from the both of you.

you could have stayed like that forever, but after a few minutes, Paul pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes. he seemed deep in thought before he smiled and opened his mouth to ask you a simple question: “is it casual now?”

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part 2 here :)

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tia-222 · 4 months

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My void sucess story

HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.

Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.

Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.

You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.

This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.

What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.

This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭

Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.

Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.

HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡

I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.

Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method

I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Stepping Up

Stepdad!Clark Kent headcanons about him stepping up to the plate when it comes to Bruce’s kids.

Inspired by this post:

In order to appeal to Damian, he showed him all the pictures of the farm animals back at home. He saw the small smile on Damian’s face even though he insisted that there wasn't any. After Damian warmed up to him, Clark always gives him updates on the well-being of the animals whenever he gets home.

Lex had made a rather underhand comment on Tim’s handling of the company. Something about how a child has no place in a boardroom controlling men twice his age. And him being Lex also took a dig at Bruce (that man is so miserable). Tim ensured Clark that he didn't have to do anything and that things were being handled which was code for “drag this sorry excuse of a man through the mud and back as salt for the emotional wound he’s about to inflict upon him.”

While Tim was ripping Lex into strides about his empty promises to improve Metropolis, to how he’s a supervillain bc it was obvious he wasn't hugged much as a child, to yelling about his failures as a father to Kon. At the end told him to pick a struggle.

Clark was like, bet. So after Tim’s speech, Clark posts his exposé about the mistreatment of Lex’s workers and how they’ve been going on endless strikes to fight for their rights and to unionize. Let’s just say, Lex had to suspend his Twitter account for 3 months as his PR team scrambled to fix his image.

Clark learned how much Dick is trying to reconnect to his Romani culture: re-learning the language, cooking the food, singing the songs. Clark could relate to that, being one of the last Kryptoians ever. So in solidarity, he asks Dick if he could learn with him. So every Wednesday, Dick and Clark cooked a Romani dish for the family. This week was Mămăligă.

Clark and Duke understood each other. Their powers might’ve been different but the sentiment all the same. They feel different, the odd one out from their family. Clark feels honored that Duke feels comfortable telling him this. He knows how much the bats and birds love their secrets.

There was a practice at Cass’s dance class that was optional but basically, all the parents and guardians attended and participated in. Unfortunately, Bruce took a hard hit as Batman and was unable to attend, which sucks since they’ve both been looking forward to it. Clark, who knows absolutely nothing about ballet, went into it nonetheless. Cass was unsure about this but Clark looked really excited to join so she said yes. He was terrible at it, as expected. Cass was smiling because he tried anyway. He was clumsy and stiff, and probably embarrassed but he still showed up and did all of their moves anyway.

Once they were done, they both recounted the experience all while laughing over greasy food and soda. Cass didn't have to say a word either all was in sign language, something she greatly appreciated.

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Reminder: My asks and suggestions are all open so don't be afraid to pop in.

I have a taglist for Batfam & Co., so if you would like to join interact with this post: Link.

If you want to be taken off the taglist for whatever reason, please DM me.

#superbat #clark kent #batkids #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra wayne #stepdad!clark kent

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moonystoes · 1 month

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Nurse? - Elisa De Almeida x reader (highschool students)

Summary: When the school has never felt this empty, you decide to escape the students by helping out the nurse. Only to find out you can't escape her.

Warning: yap sesh I'm sorry, confusion??(girl me too idk), an annoying guy x

Wc: 5.670k

A/n: Ugh writing the summary is worse than the whole fic wtf. Also finding pics and trying to make the coloring match is shit I'm sorry LMFAO. Apologies for the late post, I've been going through it in school. and as I said again, im pretty new to writing so constructive criticism or advice is needed :)

Part one

This is FANfiction. Please don't view Elisa this way.

“Do you know who you're going to prom with?” You turned to look at Sam, walking down the school hallway to your shared class. Prom has been a topic of conversations since they first revealed it two months ago. Now, prom will happen in two weeks, and all the young teens are procrastinating to look for partners.

“Ugh, no! I don't even know why our school decided to add this thing. We don't have to copy Americans, let them do their thing and we will do our thing.” She groaned loudly. You looked around you, noticing people glancing at her weirdly.

“Okay… but the students voted for it, not the school. So technically it's our fault.” You whispered, tugging her closer to remind her to lower her voice. You thought about who might ask you out. Xavi has been eyeing you for a while, but he was caught creating fake Instagram accounts to catfish girls. So there is no possible way of you agreeing to go with him. Edward was a year older than you, and you've been chatting with him at lunch. As much as you enjoyed the conversations with him, you didn't feel anything with him. He was the most attractive guy in his grade, his hazel eyes and dark skin made the girls swoon around him. For you, his personality isn't as attractive as his face, therefore you aren't crazy about him.

Then there is Paul, your childhood friend. You've known him since first grade, sitting together at the school park. In your head, you had imagined your friendship to stay forever, until you both get jobs and live close to each other. But after the both of you hit puberty, he started to act weird and felt uncomfortable around you. You hated it, but you knew it was bound to happen anyways.

It also didn't help you how attractive he grew to be, his short dark hair matched his brown eyes but also contrasted with his pale skin. His soft smile and attentive personality made many of the girls attach to his hip. You were never insecure about your looks, but now you started to question yourself. Did he stop our friendship because I was too ugly?

At some point, some of the girls came up to you and asked what he likes so they can ‘buy him a gift’. Your response was an easy lie, ‘I don't remember, it's been years.’

That doesn't make you guys strangers, he still comes and talks to you every once in a while, just like now.

“Hey y/n… can we talk privately?” Paul startled you. You turned to look at him with confusion, the last time you talked to each other was last month when he asked for the English homework (which you reluctantly gave to him out of kindness… and because you're a people pleaser). You glanced at Sam to check if she's okay with you leaving her, she gave you a small nod and left the both of you alone.

“So… have any plans for the winter dance? Or prom I don't even know what it is.” He awkwardly grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side of the corridor to not interrupt the people walking.

“Are you asking me out as your date?” You questioned slowly.

“What! No…i mean yes. Do you want to come with me?” He shook his head, obviously distracted with something. You stayed silent for a few seconds to think about it. You aren't a ‘party’ person, but the winter prom is a new thing and you wanted to experience it for once. Paul was a complicated guy, he wouldn't talk to you for months and then approach you like nothing happened. At least when he does approach you, he treats you right, or that’s what you thought.

“Sure…do you have any planning? For the dress or just the day as a whole?” You asked. Everytime you watch an American teen movie, you imagine yourself and Mr. Perfect together at a shop buying a dress, the shocked face when they see you going down the stairs all glammed up, going to dinner before prom, and having a soft kiss at the dance…. Although now you don't really feel like sharing your first kiss with Paul.

“Oh?... What thing for the dress? And no, I didn't volunteer for the dance so I didn't plan anything with the organizers,” And just like that your hopes were crushed, of course a 14 year old boy wouldn't know a thing about romance. He clearly didn't care about what dress you'll wear, or what the both of you would do before the event. You shook your head with a sigh, faking a smile and walking past him to your class. “Ohhh! I did vote for you for prom queen… you know? So we both can be like ‘famous’. You should vote for me, if that's what you mean.”

You felt disappointed, pretending not to hear him and walked into your first class. Great. He ruined your day and it just started.

Your parents were excited when you told them about Paul asking you. Of course, they've known him for years and his parents are in touch with yours. You were at the store trying to look for an ‘age appropriate’ dress. Your father is staying in the car, obviously fed up with the indecisive behaviors from you and your mom.

“Look, this is great!” You heard your mom cheer from the back of the store, she came up to you with a flower print dress and a bright smile on her face.

“Mom, it looks like I work on a farm.” You sighed, turning to the other side where there are dresses lined up.

“Are you serious? It looks amazing. I like it!” Yeah, you like it. You turned to look at it again, but the sadness in your mother's face caught you off guard. So you decided to lie. You grabbed the dress from her hand and turned it to see it ‘from every angle’.

“You know what? I think it's great. And it's not expensive like the other dresses here.” You faked a smile and looked at the cashier that was standing uncomfortably close to the both of you. You handed her the dress and both went to the checkout.

For you, making decisions isn't something you care about. Everytime you think of something, you'd agree with the others because at the end of the day ‘it's not that serious’. Sometimes, your friends end up scolding you for choosing people's happiness over yours. But when you turned to glance at your mother's happy smile, it was worth it.

Wed 19th of December 2012

The next week, Paul had thrown your prom ticket into your locker with no message or any indication. At least he bought you the ticket. Sam has gotten sick as well as the other two girls close to the both of you. She had sent you a message saying she probably won't be at prom, explaining in great details of her vomit and sickness.

You felt all alone and the class has never felt emptier. Fleur had a major knee injury from football practice, two guys were suspended for a fight. Students are calling this week a curse, considering that it's wednesday and prom will just be in a few days. The filled class now is almost half empty, making the class feel quiet.

“Okay…since most of the students are absent, we won't take a lesson today,” Cheers erupted from the class, happy to not have biology. “I'm not done! You will be partnered up to discuss prom preparations.”

The atmosphere changed from cheering to groaning in a second. You glanced at Paul, wondering if he would be your partner. You hoped that Paul would realize he has responsibilities for prom today when the both of you discuss it. But as the teacher started labeling the partners, you realized that it doesn't matter who is your date, she is randomly assigning them.

“Elisa and Marie you don't need to sit at the back anymore, the class is practically empty. Elisa, you sit with y/n. Katoto, sit with Adam.” You sighed frustratingly, why her? During the two months of school, she has been treating you like dirt. Ignoring you and always avoiding you. Whenever teachers put you in groups, she'd ask the teacher if she can be partnered with Fleur instead.

But she's been more open and relaxed now, and it's somehow freaking you out. She has made some friendships there and there with the other girls. She laughs louder, jokes more with her side of the class. And even if her ignorance towards you confused you at first, it wasn’t why you were freaked out. It's how she treats the girls in class. It's like the guys…but gentler? She stares at Amy the same way the guys do, with heart eyes. And all of this frustrates you, because why is she looking at Amy like that? She's not supposed to like Amy. And why is she treating every girl in the class sweetly except you?

Everytime you catch her looking at Amy, you remember that Quora comment. Admittedly, you've been thinking about it everyday for the past 2 months. When you’re near her, you stutter and avoid looking at her eyes. Because when Elisa looks at your eyes, she can read you. And although you know you're not necessarily hiding anything, you don't want Elisa to know how she affects you.

Elisa rolled her eyes in annoyance when the teacher told her to move to sit next to you. Of course it would be you. Your bubbly and nice personality makes her sick, because right when it comes to her, you become mute. It feels as though her sitting next to you makes you feel grossed out and disgusted. It doesn't help how Sam glances at the both of you everytime Elisa walks past you. It's like you have told her something about her, that elisa is some sick joke you told her about. Growing up, Elisa realized that not many people liked her. But she didn't care, until it was you.

You were kind and sweet to everyone. Whenever anyone asks for help, you're always there. Whenever you have to be surrounded by people you don't even like, you're still respectful and treat them well. But why is it when it comes to her, you ignore her? Every time she's near you, she sees your uncomfortable glance, she’s already used to it by now, but it still breaks her.

Homophobia isn’t something surprising, it’s everywhere. But again, the most non-judgemental person… you, she didn’t expect you to be just like everyone else.

She threw her bag next to your seat as she sighed. Of course she’s already groaning around you. You rolled your eyes at her dramatic reaction, pulling open your notes to write anything you need for the prom. You wrote ‘dress’ check, ‘hair’... you’ll just straighten it, ‘make up’ you’ll ask Sam to help you with it. You glanced at Elisa, a blush ran through your face when you saw the sketch of a woman on her notes. Does she have a date? Did she get asked… or did she ask a girl out? There is no way she’d go with a boy… just the idea of Elisa with a boy makes your stomach churn, and you don’t know why it would feel better if she would be with a girl, a person like you.

“Um… so, do you have a date?” You stammered, trying to act casual about the question, as if it hasn’t been on your mind all month.

She looked away from her sketch to glance at you, “no.”

“Why not?”

Elisa was silent for a moment, “Fleur tore her ACL so she won’t come with me.”

Fleur? Why Fleur? Your kind smile slowly turned to a frown, fuck I know I said it would make me feel better if she would ask a girl out but Fleur? Does she like her? No way.

Elisa noticed the way your smile turned into disgust. At first, panic started to get into her head, would you tell everyone that she wanted her date to be a girl? It’s okay, right? A lot of girls go with their friends? Fleur is her friend. But her panic turned into anger, fuck you and your disgusting beliefs. Of course you wouldn’t like the fact she’s into women, and although she never said she's gay out loud, anyone who glances at her knows about it.

“ACL injuries are really serious, tell her I wish her a speedy recovery.” You mumbled, you didn’t know why you’re acting this way, and why does it happen every time with Elisa. Elisa ignored what you said and continued to draw. You were looking at her sketch from the corner of your eyes, what else would she add? Big boobs? Blonde hair? Is her type in girls the same as the boys’? But suddenly Elisa stopped drawing for a second and took a deep breath, then she scribbled all over the drawing, ripping the page away from her notebook and standing angrily to throw it away in the bin.

When she sat back, she moved her seat slightly away from you. You lowered your head feeling shame, what did you do to deserve this from her? Your heart did the fluttering thing again around her, but now it’s because of the heartbreak of rejection. Elisa kept on tapping the pencil on the paper, writing nothing on her notebook. You glanced at Paul, realizing that he was partnered with Amy. Because of the panic of Elisa sitting next to you, you didn’t even think about Paul. Great, Paul is with the hottest girl in class and Elisa here hates your ass, you already knew Sam would be tired from the phone call this evening.

You glanced at the teacher quickly to make sure she's not looking at you. You grabbed your phone and opened the chats between you and Sam and sent her a message.

“Sam I'm sorry for the monster I'd be when we call today.”

Elisa noticed you using your phone, slightly surprised since you've always been the ‘good’ girl of the class. She saw you texting Sam, quickly diverting her eyes away from your phone. Are you texting Sam about the drawing? Is she seriously that grossed out by a silly drawing? Elisa's frustration has faded, now filled with sorrow. How can someone be filled with that much hatred? How can you sit here and act all cute and innocent to everyone but react this way over a drawing?

Right when the bell rang, Elisa grabbed her bag and left first, not even waiting for Katoto. You breathed out slowly, glad that she's not sitting next to you anymore. The rest of the school day was miserable, feeling all alone. At lunch, you sat on the ‘loner benches’, which are placed behind the school buildings near the football pitch. It's called that because nobody usually notices it, so it's always empty. For once, you were too tired to be friendly and socialize with people you can't stand.

When you were watching the football game, you noticed Elisa playing. Sighing, you got up and walked to the building, deciding to help out the nurse in easy tasks like bandages. She likes you, and had previously written notes to the teachers for you ‘to skip’ their classes. And after what happened in class with Elisa, you really didn't want to face her again.

When you reached the nurse office, you saw Ms. Eugene frantically running around her office to grab things into her giant bag. When she turned to look at you she gasped, “oh thank God! I was about to call the office to bring you,” She grasped your arm, pulling you to sit in her office. “My daughter… she's sick, they called right now. Can you please take over my place? You know we don't have other nurses, and I trust you. You're very smart, y/n. If anyone came here with something more serious than a cut, don't hesitate to call the ambulance.” She rambled, her face filled with stress as she grasped her keys.

“I can stay here, just let the office know so I don't get counted as absent,” You were getting more worried about her daughter the more you looked at her. Ms. Eugene is a single mom of a 3 year old girl, having to carry the responsibilities of both parents as one. She nodded at what you said, and pulled the door open. “I hope everything works out with baby Lee.”

She turned to look at you with grateful eyes, and left you alone. You were stressed about the new ‘job’ you got, but excitement started filling you when you looked around. The posters, the small medications, the tapes and bandages. You can now pretend to be a nurse! You pulled out your phone to text Sam about your new adventure, until a knock made you flinch.

You glanced at the door, yelling out a ‘come in’. When the door opened, you heard Elisa's pained voice, “Nurse Eugene?”

When Elisa glanced at you, she rolled her eyes and limped outside, making sure to shut the door as loud as possible. Usually, you would be hurt at this. But by the way Elisa was limping, you jumped up from the big chair and ran out to see what happened.

“Elisa, are you serious?!” You pulled the door open, finding her limping down the stairs. She looks up to see you and asks, “What are you even doing here? Where is the actual nurse?”

“She had a family emergency,” You followed her down the stairs, “Elisa you're limping! I'm just going to tape you and you will not see my face again.” Your voice cracked as you said the last part. Usually you're good at masking your feelings, but Elisa's pained face in front of you and the way she ran away from you broke you.

Elisa groaned loudly and took a step forward, holding onto the stairs’ railing and following you back into the nurse's office. When she got in the room, she limply sat on the bed. Glancing at the wall in front of her instead of you.

She had heard the neediness from your voice, and it made her heart throb quicker. Even when you clearly feel disgust around her, at least you were worried about her right? Did you do this because you cared about her? Or because you didn't want to get in trouble?

You brought disinfectant wipes, a cotton ball, pre wrap, and a tape. You placed them near her on the bed then turned to look at her to see what actually happened. Elisa lifted her foot up to show that the injury was there, and when you looked down you saw a trail of blood and a cut on her lower shin.

You pointed at the bed as your face scrunched in worry. Awkwardly, Elisa twisted her body towards you and layed down, resting her upper body on her arms behind her. You sat on the bed too, making sure the tapes were near you.

You grabbed the wipes packet, glancing at Elisa to make sure she knows it will be painful. But she was already looking at your face, so you panicked and just placed the wipe directly at the cut.

“Fuck!” She pulled her leg away and threw the wipe away. But you grabbed her foot and pulled it to your lap, using a different wipe and attempting to clean up the cut again. Elisa’s hiss was loud, and it involuntarily made your breath hitch and bite your lip for a second. You had to stop being inappropriate and dirty minded. It's disrespectful, so you tried to ignore it and continued cleaning up the wound. But when her defined and thick calf tensed up, you froze. Of course she will have muscles… She plays football!

“Can you be quick? It's burning me.” Elisa's frustrated groan pulled you out of the daydreams, so you quickly placed your right hand on a piece of cotton there and awkwardly tried to place the pre-wrap over it with your left hand. Elisa saw you struggle so she placed her fingers on yours over the cotton pad.

You quickly removed your fingers from her warm hand, and started wrapping her shin tightly with the pre-wrap. It was easier now to be completely focused on the injury in front of you instead of Elisa’s gaze or warm hand, it was your dream to major in a medical field and you didn’t want to harm Elisa or tape it wrong.

All Elisa was doing while you were taping her shin is look at your face. She was intrigued on how you knew how to do this. For her, she plays football and it’s mandatory for all of the players to know how to tape and deal with certain injuries. But for you, she wasn’t sure on how you knew how to do this… or how you’re good at so many things, you were just perfect in everything in her eyes.

She shook her head at her thoughts and looked at your hands instead, watching you bring the sticky white tape and securing her shin just like the physio at her academy. When you were done, you softly tapped her foot, indicating that she can lift it now. She removes her foot from your thighs and twists her body to sit on the bed instead, forcedly turning her head to look at you with a thankful smile, “you taped it well, thank you.”

You shrugged and looked down at both your feet, dangling them around as you bit your lip in embarrassment, “Thank you, I’ve always wanted to do this in the future so…”

“Be a school nurse?” Elisa asked.

“No, just anything with the medical field.” You replied. Elisa didn’t realize how close you were both sitting next to each other until she accidentally nudged your foot when she started moving her feet like you. She stood up, making sure not to put her weight on her foot, and walked to the door.

“Good luck with that, you’re smart and I think you’ll be able to do it.” You looked up to see her at the door, heart slightly warming at what she said. You smiled gratefully at her and nodded, before mumbling a short, “good luck with football.”

Elisa giggled with a shrug at your comment, and closed the door behind her delicately this time. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding and hid your face in your hands. Why was it comforting to you that she thinks your hard work will actually get you to your dream major? Did she lie to make you feel better?...Elisa hates lying, you have noticed that because everytime she doesn’t like anything she’d stay quiet…not lie.

But the door was opened shortly, Elisa appearing again with a flustered smile, “I forgot to ask you for a nurse pass.”

You raised your face from your hands and nodded in her direction, standing up from the bed to the desk and writing a note. When you reached ‘time:’ on the notes, you turned to look at Elisa, “Hey Elisa… Do you want to go to class now or walk around the school? I can lie about the time and basically give you free time.”

She looked away from a random poster and turned to look at you with a bright smile, the ones kids do when they get offered candy. “Will you actually do that for me?”

You giggled at her reaction with a nod, she skipped happily and sat on the bed again. She turned to look at you with a grateful smile and pulled out her phone from her pocket, “thank you, I can’t stand the PE teacher or any of the students.”

You hummed in agreement as you sat there awkwardly. Elisa continued scrolling through her screen, while you were just looking at her. “If the teacher asks you why it took you so long you should say that you were dizzy and almost passed out because it is mandatory for nurses to keep students in their office for a minimum of 20 minutes.”

She looks away from her phone to look at you for a second before returning her eyes back, “yeah thanks.”

You didn’t like how she wasn’t really talking to you, even when you knew she didn't like you at all. For a second, it felt like all the tension that was there in the morning had oozed away, but you soon realized that you had to accept that the discomfort Elisa felt toward you will always be the same. As you thought of a topic to talk with her, there was a knock on the door.

You glanced back at elisa to signal for her to hide her phone, before calling out a ‘come in’.

When the door opened, you saw Elisa visibly grimace and you realized that it's Paul the moment he said your name, “y/n! Or should I say Nurse y/n?”

You turned awkwardly to Elisa with a confused look. Nobody knew you were there other than the office, how did he know? Your minutes of peace were frustratingly disturbed now that other students know. Elisa shrugged to show you she didn't know how he knew, but she didn't want to admit that she did text Katoto about you helping her skip.

“Hey Paul, do you need a bandage?” You fake smiled at him. After the whole prom planning that happened, you really didn't want to be around him.

“What? No, I'm just here so you can write me a note to skip class.” He laughed as he sat at the seat near you, grabbing a note from the desk and giving it to you so you could write him one.

“I'm not allowed to do that Paul, you know that.” You looked at him disappointedly and returned the pack of excused notes back to where they were. Paul groaned in frustration. He glanced at Elisa on the bed and pointed at her, “what about her?”

“Elisa is dizzy and has to stay here for a while.”

“Y/n do you seriously believe that! C'mon, I'm your prom date! She fell and bled a little, that's all. I was there. Look! She can stand and walk normally with it taped.” He cried out, pointing at Elisa's taped shin.

“Calm down weirdo,” Elisa calmly said. She didn't like the way he was yelling at you, and she was slightly worried if you couldn't think of an excuse to tell him about how she was dizzy so she tried to waste time.

In fact, Elisa didn't know why you were doing this in the first place. Taping her shin is understandable, but helping her skip class? Memories of first period hit her, and now she doesn't understand you.

Paul turned to look at Elisa after what she said, “weirdo? Did you just call me that?”

“Paul, stop acting childish!” You groaned. “Elisa got dizzy…when girls are in their…you know what, they can feel dizzy. Especially when they lose even more blood.” You mumbled to him as you pointed at her shin. It may not be the smartest excuse, but Paul doesn't know a single thing about women's bodies and you know he's going to feel weird and awkward when anyone mentions ‘periods’.

Paul looked down in embarrassment after what you said, turning to look back at you. “Um…sorry I forgot you guys get that, I'll just leave.” He talked under his breath, before opening the door and leaving you both alone.

Both of you and Elisa exhaled in sync, before turning to each other with a soft smile.

Elisa looked away from you to the door, “he's a dick.”

You sighed as you relaxed into the seat, “Yeah I don't know what else to do with him,”

You looked at your painted nails, avoiding Elisa's glance. You wanted to speak about this with someone, but you didn't like to put your problems into someone even if it was your best friend. “He didn't even…bother to ask me out properly like the movies.”

Elisa noticed the deep frown on your face. She never expected a day where the both of you are sitting down and talking about boys, but it felt slightly better to know that you're opening up now especially after the two months of ignoring and distancing yourself from her. Maybe you weren't as mean as she made you seem in her head, and she liked this vulnerable side of you. “Well… he's a guy, what did you expect from him?”

You let out a scoff, “it just feels like no guy is good enough. We always put the effort in everything, he couldn't even care about what dress I'll wear or flowers or anything.”

Elisa wanted to make a gay joke, but she still didn't trust you enough to joke that way. And considering the way you behaved around her drawing just a few hours ago, she didn't think it would be a good idea. “You're too pretty and smart for him anyways.”

You looked up to glance at her, but she was looking at her taped up shin. Did she mean it? A deep blush ran through your face, and you let out a soft giggle at the thought of her thinking you deserve better than the most handsome guy of your class.

“Yeah? Like who?” You questioned. Maybe Elisa knows someone she can set you up with for the next prom, or maybe she can help you find the love you always yearned for but the boys are too immature and inappropriate…Or maybe she'd say she's the one for you.

Elisa glimpsed at you and stayed quiet with no response for a few seconds. She shrugged, “none of the guys here for sure. Maybe somewhere else.”

Elisa didn't like the attention you just gave her. You turned a compliment into a questionnaire she can't answer. But who is there to blame but herself, she's the one who said you deserve someone better. Elisa loved the small giggle that came out of you. No matter how much she hated your behavior towards her, she always liked making girls realize guys are trash.

You crossed your hands in front of you as you rested your head on them, looking up to Elisa from your seat. She was deep in thought, and you started wondering if she'd ever date a girl in your school. Would she give her flowers every week? Would she receive flowers?... She's still a girl no matter how different she dresses, and she still deserves them. Would she be a physical person like the students that do PDA? Or would she pretend she doesn't know her girlfriend to not gain attention?

Elisa noticed you staring at her weird, the same glance she'd see Katoto has when she looks at Adam. Her ears turned pink and she pulled out her phone to complain to Marie about the ‘Voldemort guy’ interrupting what could've been your first ever sane conversation.

You were probably thinking about Paul, right? Maybe your ‘dream’ man since the both of you were talking about it.

You realized your thoughts were drifting too much, so you closed your eyes tightly and hoped sleep would come and take you somewhere away from Elisa. You shouldn't be thinking about her that way. And you also shouldn't assume her sexuality, like what that Quora response said…even after what she said about guys.

Elisa had noticed you sleeping, so she concluded that your dreamy stare at her was probably sleepiness making you tired. She sat there and scrolled on her Facebook and Instagram.

When she realized that it had been over an hour of her time in the office, she knew she couldn't use that excuse anymore and needed to focus on the other classes. She stood up and approached you, whispering your name.

When she didn't see you react, she knew she had to touch you. But she didn't know how, childishly afraid of tapping your arm. Your fringe had been covering your face, so Elisa lightly moved them away and placed them behind your ears, hoping you wouldn't feel her touch. Elisa always had short hair and she never wanted to grow it out, but she still loved the feeling of hair in her fingers. Fleur gets frustrated whenever Elisa plays with her hair, and Katoto has braids so Elisa was ‘not allowed’ to touch her hair no matter what (she tried one day and Marie yelled at her).

Your eyes scrunched at the feeling of soft fingers on your forehead, and when you opened your eyes you saw Elisa's horrified eyes. You sat up looking confused, worrying about why she looked like she had seen a ghost. “umm… sorry for touching your hair I tried to wake you up but you didn't wake up from my voice.” Elisa rambled quickly, stepping away from you towards the door.

“Wait,” you groaned out, “You're leaving me?”

Elisa smiled at your confused face, slowly speaking so you could understand, “I spent too much time here already, I can't miss more classes.”

She almost laughed at the way your face contorted, something deep in her is warming up and now her whole body is burning. She knows she needs to leave this room before her thoughts start spiraling, so she gave you a small wave and left the office.

Maybe it was the sleepiness talking, but for once, you finally knew that Elisa is a sweet person… and your heart break from the morning today came back, when you realized that what happened today was only a one time thing.

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~ yes, the next chapter will be prom

~ fun fact, there are some countries in Europe that do prom nowadays. Maybe not back in the 2010s but this is fanfiction so xx

~ did you guys notice something about Paul's looks? yeah y/n has a type ;)

#nel's writings #elisa de almeida #élisa de almeida #woso x reader #nel recommends fanfiction #elisa de almeida x reader #woso #psg feminines #woso community #woso fanfics #woso soccer #womens football #woso one shot #frawnt fanfics #wlw fanfic

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gotham-ruaidh · 3 months

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Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) || Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) || Chapter 12b (I’m So Tired of Being Lonely) || Chapter 13a (Angel) || Chapter 13b (She’s My Addiction) || Chapter 13c (Patience) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 14A: Where Do We Go Now?

Soundtrack: “Sweet Child O' Mine,” Guns N' Roses, 1987 [click here to listen]

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by...

Philadelphia || June 1988

Claire pushed her chair back a bit from the desk. Raised her arms. Stretched. Breathed deeply.

Reading for the eighth time the words she’d finally tapped out on the Selectric this morning, after days of rolling them around in her head.

Chief Physician

Boston Medical Center

To Whom It May Concern,

As you may be aware, I am a trauma surgeon at BMC. Twelve months ago I was placed on administrative leave by the BMC, and my medical license was suspended, pending the resolution of BMC’s internal investigation into my conduct. The investigation started by looking into a near-fatal error I committed during a surgery, and then quickly discovered that I had not only been forging prescriptions and stealing painkillers for quite some time, but also developed a severe addition to those painkillers.

As you may also be aware, I did not contest the actions taken by BMC. Subsequently I enrolled in an intensive drug rehabilitation program in North Carolina. I am happy to share that I am almost twelve months clean, having completed the program last December and successfully maintained my sobriety since then.

I have previously communicated to the Board, on several occasions, my sincere regret for what I did and my remorse for the incredible lapse of professional judgment and ethical standards I demonstrated. I repeat those regrets to you now.

Which is, in part, why I am writing you today. I wish to understand what else is required of me to return to work, in any capacity, at BMC.

Making amends for wrongs was something that Claire and Geillis had talked about a lot, during her time at The Ridge. Yes, doing that was a formal part of any 12 Step program.

But it was more than just saying sorry – it required the addict to recognize the wrongs.

To own them. To understand why they had happened, and the impact they had had on others.

Because nothing sounded more inadequate in the English language than the two words, I’m sorry.

But words matter. And this attitude shift was a crucial step on any addict’s road to recovery.

Making amends was something that Claire and Jamie had talked a lot about, too. She had seen him make amends many times, in their short time together – and quite often during their last few weeks on the road, as they traveled city to city for Print’s acoustic tour and Jamie came into contact with many people who had last seen him drunk/rude/high/demanding/hung over/acting like a total asshole during the last (disastrous) tour in ’86.

He made it a point to really talk to each person, to apologize for specific things he remembered doing. No matter if it was the venue manager, or the catering guy, or the lighting guy, or the security guard. I was a dick when I was drunk. I said terrible things. I hurt you. I’m sorry.

Two weeks ago in Chicago, he couldn’t sleep after a fucking incredible show at the old Chicago Theater. The adrenaline buzz after the show so much better than any pills or bourbon or groupie could have given him. He had tossed and turned for hours, until finally, quietly slipping out of their bed and perching in the easy chair in their suite at the Palmer House, watching Claire shift restlessly under the covers without him.

But of course, she knew when something was wrong. She woke, and turned to face him, easing up on one elbow. Watching him back. Giving him space.

When he finally spoke, it was just above a raspy whisper.

“How can you be here, Claire, when all you do is hear me talk about how awful I was to so many people?”

Her heart did break a little bit. “Because I never knew that version of you, Jamie. What I care about is who you are now.”

He sighed, breath ragged. “This shit is so fucking hard.”

“I know, baby.” Somehow she was standing beside him, and blindly he buried his face into the warm skin of her belly. She threaded her fingers in his hair, held him close as his pulse spiked.

“Deep breaths, Jamie. Focus on me. I’m here.”

He had had several panic attacks during the tour. Which could be chalked up to anything – the stress of changing hotels every day, the crush of fans and press that clustered around their tour bus when they arrived in a new city, the women who pulled down their tops in the front row at every concert, the Jack Daniels bottles and little baggies of powder left in his dressing room before the show in Wilkes-Barre.

But instead of smashing to pieces all alone, she sheltered him. He knew when to ask for help. And always found her just in time to crash against her, shaking and crying in bathroom stalls and green rooms and even once on the deserted tour bus. And each time she was so grateful for the psych rotation she’d done in med school that prepared her to help him.

But that didn’t make it any easier.

“Breathe in, Jamie. Think about how much I love you.”

He drew in a deep, sobbing breath.

“That’s right. Now exhale. I’m never going to leave you.”

He exhaled, shoulders shuddering.

“And inhale, Jamie. We can get hamburgers for breakfast again, if you want.”

He inhaled, and she felt a faint smile against her belly.

“That’s right. And out. Think about how amazing our wedding night will be.”

He exhaled. Gently bit the soft, soft skin above her bellybutton. She shivered, and smiled.

“Good. Center on me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She counted along with him – twenty four more deep breaths. Caressing his forehead, and kissing his hair, and loving him and loving him and loving him.

Finally when he had calmed down, she crawled back into bed, and he held her so close against him. Kissing her forehead. Whispering endless words of love.

“If I ever fuck up with you, Claire, know I’ll always own it.”

She kissed his eyebrows. “The same for me, Jamie. I’d rather be mad at you than not have you.”

He had said the same words to her this morning. A promise he never tired of repeating. Murmured against her hair when he bent over to kiss her in the bed, body thrumming with energy.

Colum had booked a studio here in Philadelphia for the day, so that the band could lay down recordings of the acoustic tracks they’d played to dozens of sold-out crowds during the tour. With the incredible press from the tour – thanks in no small part to Geordie Ash’s profile in Rolling Stone – and bootlegs in wide circulation, it was time. And for once, the band agreed with the label.

She would join him later, of course. But today she needed the time to herself, to finally write and then mail the letter to Boston.

All because of Jamie.

“You can’t stay in a state of limbo forever, Claire,” he had said one night, meeting her eyes in the bathroom mirror as he gently brushed her shower-wet hair. “And I know we still don’t know where we’ll live when we’re married. But you have the right to know.”

She had sighed, jamming her hands in the deep pockets of the hotel bathrobe. “I don’t want to go back to that life.”

He had set down the hairbrush they shared, slipping his hands into the pockets, pulling her close against him. “I know. But you can’t have that door hanging open, Claire. Whether you open it or close it, you know I support you. But you’re not doing yourself any favors by not knowing.”

She had nodded, and pursed her lips. Smiling just a little as he kissed the shell of her ear.

She blinked, and turned back to the typewriter.

I have been traveling for the past few weeks, and won’t be back to Boston for at least the next month. Although I may not be immediately reachable by mail or telephone, I’m enclosing the contact information for someone who can get any letter or other message to me.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Dr. Claire Beauchamp

She gently pulled the paper from the typewriter roll. Signed her name. Took a deep breath. Began to address the envelope.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #little bit better than i used to be

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iela-0989 · 5 months

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Hello everyone, Iela's here~ I was suddenly reminded to wish my fellow Zutarians,

Happy Zutara Week (2023)🎉🎉🎉

I'm so sorry for my belated wish😅 Seeing all the entries for this year Zutara Week did brightened my spirits🥰 Though sadly I couldn't join the fun🥲

BUT, I wanted to share a Zutara piece I made, probably more than a month ago, but couldn't bring myself to post it then😅

So, here we go!😊❤️

This is a long overdue post. I couldn't bring myself to post it until, yeah, now🥲 I'm sorry that I've been inactive in making arts for a while now. Also, it have been so long since the last time I hang out in this app😅

With everything that happened in THE WORLD right now, it's hard to continue living like nothing really happened. My heart hurts so much for the Palestinian people, who've been tortured & k*lled mercilessly, while their land being occupied for decades now.

I constantly feel guilty in almost everything I do, considering they don't have the same privileges that us, 'free' people have🥺 So, I barely have energy to do anything, including drawing😔💔

Forgive me for my sudden expression of feelings🥲 I hope you like this Zutara piece, which I don't know if I would able to create more like this in the future😔💔

Let's pray for things to get better, for everyone that is being oppressed anywhere in this world, for justice to be served for them, and for the oppressors (along with their allies) to be held accountable for their actions❤️🖤🤍💚

#zutara #zuko #katara #zuko x katara #zutara week #zutara week 2023 #zutara fanart #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanart #fanart #modern au #free palestine #stop genocide in gaza #iela-0989

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maidragoste · 11 months

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Cloack

A little drabble into the past with Harwin Strong.

It is part of the universe of "The Queen and Her Husbands" but it is not necessary to read it to understand since this happens when Reader and Aegon are kids

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated. I hope you like it 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I'm also posting this while I'm half asleep.

Harwin had just returned from his patrol. It was still early so he thought of stopping by your chambers to give you the sweets he had bought you during his patrol. When he arrived at the door of your chambers he heard your crying. Normally he would have knocked on the door before entering but this time he entered without hesitation, letting himself be carried away by worry and panic thinking that someone had managed to enter your chambers and was doing you harm.

Honestly, Harwin didn't know exactly what he expected to see when he entered, but he was relieved to see that there was no dangerous intruder…There was only Aegon. You were kneeling in front of the fire. There was a burning smell but he couldn't find anything in sight that was on fire. Your cheeks were stained with tears and Aegon held your hand carefully.

"What happened?" asked the captain of the city guard.

"The fool burned herself" replied the prince with a frown.

You released yourself from Aegon's grasp, then shoved him with all your might. You caught him off guard so he ended up on the floor. He didn't even have a chance to get back up when you jumped on top of him and started punching him in the chest. "It's your fault"

You are not an aggressive person so both the prince and the captain were surprised by your attitude. Harwin was quick to react and pull you on top of Aegon. The last thing Rhaenyra needed was for you to end up hurting the prince and enraging the queen. The relationship between Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent was already tense enough, and the last thing he wanted was for it to get worse.

"Hey, hey, that's no way to solve problems," Harwin reminded you as he gently grabbed you by the shoulders. "Do you want to tell me what he did to you?"

"I didn't do anything to her," Aegon said, offended that someone thought he would be able to hurt you. "All I did was prevent you from burning further," He said looking straight into your eyes hating being the reason for your anger and sadness

"You burned the cloak I made for Aemond!" you said furiously as you tried to hold back your tears.

Oh sure, Harwin knows which cloak you were talking about. You had been making that cloak for weeks, whenever he came to see you you proudly showed him your process and asked if he thought Aemond would like it. You took the trouble to learn how to embroider a sword and a dragon. Even he heard Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey complain that you didn't want to play with them because you were busy sewing. You had put too much dedication into it for Prince Aegon to burn it like nothing. Now he understood the reason for your anger.

"It's just a stupid cloak! It wasn't even well made, surely Aemond would have been embarrassed to wear that!”

Aegon was still angry and surprised at how you didn't hesitate to stick your hand into the flames in an attempt to save the cloak you made for Aemond. You could have gotten badly burned just because of that stupid cape.

Harwin was surprised by the prince's words and actions. He knew that normally Aegon wouldn't do anything to hurt you. It's not like it's a secret that Rhaenyra's brother had a devotion to you and he seemed ready to do anything you told him to. So Harwin did not understand why the prince's attitude.

"Good, then I'll save you the embarrassment of wearing yours!" You walked over angrily and grabbed the other cloak you'd made before throwing it into the fire.

"You made me a cloak?" asked the prince with a choked voice and red cheeks.

"I do." you answered with a frown"But you're an idiot and you don't deserve it"

Now the one who seemed to want to jump into the fire to get the cloak was Aegon. Harwin wanted to laugh as he realized the reason for the prince's attitude. Kids could be such jerks sometimes. Aegon had only burned the cloak out of jealousy because he thought you hadn't done anything to him and he was jealous that his brother had something of yours and he didn't. The prince wanted to be the only one to have your attention and your gifts. He didn't want to share you with Aemond.

"My prince, why don't you go find the maester so he can see the princess's burn?" Harwin asked to save Aegon from further embarrassing himself. Now that the fire had completely consumed the cloak, he looked as if he were about to cry.

"I'm sorry" the prince murmured before almost running out of your chambers.

The next day Harwin wasn't surprised to see Aegon with a black eye and how he looked like an abandoned dog because you ignored him and stuck to Aemond.

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that-one-gay-hufflepuff · 5 months

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NPMD moments that made me hysterical (long post)

“Hehe they twisted his nipples off” 1:17

“They shit on my car sometimes!” 1:46

“🎶IM DEAD.🎶” 2:10

shit how do I not put the whole show on here….

“pRoBLeMaTiC PoOcH” 3:47

“Well, I got left behind this morning, bus driver’s a fucking asshole.” 5:00

“My titties are tenderized” 8:06

“Everyone knows how he bANGS” 9:47

“It’s third period shit-lips, I’ve gotta get to remedial algebra.” 10:50

“Oh, well, there’s a difference between intent and impact. I learned that at the anti-bullying assembly last month FUCK-NUGGET” 11:08

“Ha, hahaha, SPUNK.” 13:03

“I am only one man’s girl, Max, and his name is ✨jeSus cHrist✨, mKay.” 13:56

“Stephanie, please, I’d like to have an intelligent conversation with you. -In other words, shut up.” 16:33

“Stephanie, do you have any idea what’s coming up in a mere matter of weeks?

The elec-

The Election.”

16:46

“Did you just throw your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone.” 18:12

“HOW. AM I SUPPOSED TO STUDY. WITHOUT LISTENING. TO SPOTIFY. OK????” 18:39

“This projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about.” 19:14

“What was it like when she touched your arm…. 👏🏻Did you cum.” 20:09

“naNI”

21:06

“….what is she saying…. ..wHAT THE FUCK IS SHE SAYING.” 21:27

“YOURE TELLING ME I GOTTA BE FUNNY AGAIN???? I DIDNT DO IT ON PURPOSE THE FIRST TIME???” 23:03

“I’m as cool as she thinks I am 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m as cool as she thinks I am 👉🏻💞👈🏻 Oh whoa whoa. MMM” 25:09

“so you’re a POOR piece of shit then?” 27:11

EDIT-ALSO SHOUTOUT TO @loooongfurby4444 FOR REMINDING ME AB: “Awwww… Had to sell your bow tie to feed your fucking family :C???”

“Well, nothing says yummy like a mouthful of Mother’s meatloaf.” 29:16

“I only believe in one ghost Grace, the Holy Spirit that resides in all our hearts…” 29:51

“Me? And Max? In carnal embrace? That’s ridiculous! Mom, will you pass the butt-stuff?- …the butter, will you pass the butter. I just want some head and butter- BREAD. BREAD AND BUTT-SEX TO GO WITH THIS BIG SHAFT OF MEAT IM ABOUT TO CHOKE DOWN.” 30:38

“You all just watch each other pee??? Oh, it’s better than I ever imagined!” 40:03

“I’m not breaking anything, my dad’s the realtor. *ear shatteringly loud key jangling*” 42:25

“WELL THEN IM GONNA HAVE TO SHOOT THE WHOLE THING IN A WIDE, AND ITS GONNA LOOK LIKE SHIT.” 47:37

“‘You’re like, super nice to me.’

‘Not really. I’m just doin the bare minimum here.’

‘You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.’

‘Oh, that’s sad.’

‘I think I’m in love with you’

‘…..ok 👍🏻….’” 48:37

“I always knew you fuckers were real! I’ve been scared of you my whole life! ….But it’s time to stop running. *downs beer can and crunches it against his head*” 56:16

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! I didn’t think there’d be a sKele’un here! I’m so fucking scared of sKele’uns!” (missed the time on this one)

“🎶We’re gonna bury the body 😀🎶” 56:54

“I just cut off his nips 😗” 58:10

“‘Hey Pete, wait up! Good news.’

‘You passed the test?’

‘With flying colors.’

‘Oh-ho! A….. C+. Steph that’s amazing!’” 1:00:10

I ran out of time so ima leave this as a part 1 and see if I finish…. K byeeeeeee

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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thrill of the ride.

masterlist (azriel x reader) author's note: inspired by this post. big thanks to @cest-la-vieve and @azriels-angels for encouraging my motorcycle az dreams. and also @hazelmaysworld for the edits she made that literally ended me. warning: smut and also death by how hot this concept is. summary: azriel loves riding his motorcycle, but not as much as he loves you riding him on it.

Midnight strikes through the slumbering city of Velaris as you push past the revolving doors of your office building, rubbing sleepily at your eyes after enduring yet another long shift at work.

Your heels click against the marble floors as you strut through the lobby with a few of your coworkers, some of them making plans to hit up the bars in the heart of downtown. One of them extends an invitation to you, perhaps out of courtesy or something more, but you politely turned it down, knowing perfectly well who was waiting for you outside.

The cold breeze bites at your skin as you step into the winter night, but warmth spreads to your cheeks when Azriel’s eyes meet yours. His sleek, glossy motorcycle sits idly against the curb and he leans against it casually, raising two fingers in greeting. You stop dead in your tracks, taking in his windswept raven hair and flushed cheeks. The leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders fit like a glove, as did his black jeans and beat up doc martens. Those dark wings of his furl against his back at your approach while his shadows dart excitedly through his arms.

The light from the lamp posts bounces off of the silver hoop dangling through his ear and reflects through the ornate rings adorning each scarred finger. Azriel smiles at your approach and even more so at the attention of your coworkers. It was almost criminal how good your boyfriend looked. Judging from his smirk, Azriel knew exactly where your train of thought had taken you. He hops off his Ducati and pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in the delicious scent of night chilled mist and cedar. You giggle as his shadows twine through your hair in greeting.

Azriel snakes an arm through your waist, tilting your chin up towards him before capturing your lips in his. The breath is knocked out of your lungs from the passionate kiss and you couldn't help but feel a little dizzy from the intoxicating taste of your boyfriend as you twine your fingers through his dark locks, not caring one bit about the audience at your back. Wolf whistles echo through the empty street and you blush, chuckling as Azriel releases you with a wink. He shoots your coworkers a cheeky grin and waves them off as they turn the corner.

“You know I’m perfectly capable of driving myself home, right?”

Azriel nods, affectionately pecking your cheek. “I know, but I hate the thought of you driving home alone this late.”

“And that kiss has nothing to do with the fact that one of my coworkers asked me to grab a drink with him last week?”

Your boyfriend shrugs nonchalantly, but the shadows darting possessively over your shoulders seem to confirm your suspicions. “Just showing my girlfriend how much I missed her.” A smile tugs at his lips at your skeptical expression. “Fine, perhaps I wanted to remind your coworkers exactly who you’re coming home to with that kiss.”

You grin. “I should be mad, but you’re incredibly hot when you’re jealous, Az.”

That earns you a low, husky chuckle. “Naughty girl.” A shiver skitters down your spine at his words, which Azriel notes with a raised brow. “Now hop on, babe.”

He secures your purse inside of the seat compartment before placing a helmet over your head, brushing your long hair behind your shoulder with careful consideration. Azriel puts his helmet on in one swift move and examines you before hopping on his motorcycle. Once he’s satisfied that you’re safe and secure, he straddles his bike and pulls you behind him, placing your hands around his trim waist.

“Hang tight, sweetheart. We’ve got one more stop to make before going home.”

You raise an intrigued brow, but you don’t question Azriel as you hug his midsection. Your boyfriend revs up his motorcycle and the engine purrs beneath you as he weaves in and out of the city. The heart of downtown flashes by in a blur, its familiar storefronts and buildings dark and empty as Azriel smoothly navigates his Ducati through the empty streets.

Despite the long hours at work, you felt surprisingly awake as your fingers splayed across Azriel’s midsection. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you could feel the hard muscles of his abs, rock solid and toned as though the gods themselves sculpted your boyfriend with their own hands.

The novelty of riding with Azriel never really wore off. It was an instant adrenaline rush and you couldn’t quite get over how hot he looked straddling a motorcycle. The wind blowing through your hair as the engine roars through the quiet streets makes your stomach churn in excitement, recalling all the times that you’ve been in this exact situation, riding through Velaris with Azriel in the dead of night.

The liminal time between dusk and dawn has always belonged to lovers. The stars always shine a little brighter, the breeze a little cooler, and the city a little more magical when Azriel was by your side. You clutch at his chest to hold him closer and feel the cobalt stone dangling off his silver chain brush against your fingertips. The twin to the necklace rests between your breasts, which Azriel gifted you with during your first anniversary. He had the sapphire cleaved and said that it was a perfect representation of you, the other half of his heart and soul. The gift was almost as perfect as Azriel himself.

You smile, squeezing him tighter as he speeds through the entrance of an empty garage. Azriel snakes the motorcycle up to the highest level and swerves to the far end of the roof before cutting the engine. He flips the kickstand down, leaning the bike to the left as he hops off. Azriel unbuckles your helmet before taking his own off, brushing his scarred fingers through his dark hair as he stretches a hand towards you.

“Do you trust me?”

You twine your fingers through his and squeeze. “With my life, Az.”

Azriel smiles, lovely and beautiful underneath the glimmer of moonlight while he leads you to the edge of the roof. Your stomach lurches when you peer over the edge, awakening your fear of heights, but Azriel pulls your back against his chest, keeping you safe and secure in his arms.

“Look,” he murmurs, pointing at the towering skyline sprawled out before you.

One by one, the buildings flicker in waves, giving an iridescent glow to the city and bathing it in varying colors of reds, blues, pinks, and purples. The rainbow stretches over the Sidra, which winds at the edge of Velaris like a silver snake and glitters with the brilliance of twilight. Stars glitter through the skies overhead and you take in the city you love with awe and wonder.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathe.

“Absolutely stunning,” Azriel states in agreement as his gaze trails over you. He nuzzles into you, breathing you in and squeezing you tightly as though he was afraid you’d disappear with the stars at dawn.

You chuckle. “You’re supposed to be looking at the view, babe.”

“You are the view, my love.”

You blush as Azriel twirls you around to face him. He sweeps your hair over your shoulder, tracing the outline of your body with his fingers, smiling as you shy away from his gaze. He knew he should take you home to get some rest, but you looked so beautiful in the moonlight that he couldn’t resist.

“Dance with me, sweetheart.”

“There’s no music.”

Your boyfriend only shrugs. “We don’t need it.”

Without another word, you let Azriel sweep you into his arms. The two of you sway together as you rest your head on the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent. You were content to stay like this, dancing under the stars in the heart of Velaris with the love of your life.

“Missed you,” you murmur softly into Azriel’s neck.

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

Warmth spreads through Azriel’s chest as he smiles against your hair. He silently thanked the Cauldron for blessing him with a girlfriend as wonderful as you. Azriel never thought he’d get here. He watched his brothers find love, pining for his turn and finally you came along and flipped his entire world upside down. You were a hurricane, a force to be reckoned with and you loved him so fiercely that he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it. You were his person and he was yours.

He pulls you closer, tucking you into his chest while his wings curved protectively around you. “I thought getting picked up at work by your boyfriend was embarrassing.”

You smirk, looking up to face him. Gods, he was tall. Even with your heels on, Azriel towered a good foot over you. “I was too busy admiring your ass in these jeans to feel shame.”

Azriel laughs as he twirls you around. “Pervert,” he says jokingly.

“You love it,” you reply sassily.

Your boyfriend grins, grazing his lips over the tip of your nose and tilting your chin up. If only you knew how utterly helpless he was when it came to you. “Not as much as I love you.”

“If you’re trying to get in my pants, it’s definitely working.” Azriel smacks your ass and you yelp in surprise. He raises a brow, prompting you to give him the response he was waiting for. “I love you too, Az.”

“Now about getting into your pants…” Azriel states mischievously before lowering his lips onto yours.

The kiss is playful and teasing as his lips capture yours, barely grazing your bottom lip while you whine in response. The cheeky little bastard has the audacity to actually smirk at your impatience.

“What?” you ask, noticing the glint in Azriel’s eyes. You’ve been together long enough to know that the look only meant trouble.

“I want to try something.”

“If it involves your mouth on mine, then the answer is yes.”

Azriel’s smile is a slash of white in the dark. “It involves kissing and a little more.”

You cock your head to the side. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, but his expression shifts into something lethal and deadly as his eyes roam over your body. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you on my bike.”

Well, fuck. You weren’t expecting that. You also weren’t expecting the flush of arousal that it suddenly awakens within you. Gods, just when you thought Azriel couldn’t possibly make you hornier for him than you already were, the male managed to prove you wrong. Not that you minded one bit.

“So do it,” you challenge.

It was all the encouragement Azriel needed before he’s sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style to his motorcycle. He perches you backwards on the seat, your shoulder blades resting against the handles while he hikes your skirt over your thighs. Azriel yanks off your black lace panties, exposing your cunt to the winter air, but you’re not cold for long as his warm palm cups your sex.

“Already so wet for me, baby.”

“Been thinking about you all day,” you gasp in response as Azriel nips at your neck, hiking your legs over his shoulders as he unbuckles his jeans.

“Is that so?” Azriel asks, his lips quivering upwards while he takes you in. Your carefully ironed white blouse is halfway unbuttoned, revealing your perky breasts and creamy skin. He yanks your pantyhose down to your ankles and tosses them to the side, but slips your glossy red heels back onto your feet. “Keep your heels on, sweetheart. You’re not the only one plagued by filthy thoughts.”

A shudder rocks through your body in anticipation as Azriel crashes his lips onto yours. This time he holds nothing back as he slips his tongue between your parted lips, swallowing your moans as his shadows roam across your body. They unclasp your bra and flicker over your nipples as you writhe underneath Azriel.

“Az, please,” you breathe. “I need to feel you.”

Azriel releases a primal growl before lining himself up at your entrance. Usually, he’d take his time. Make you cum on his tongue once or twice before giving you his cock, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d been fantasizing about this for too long. Azriel needed to be inside of you now. Without warning, he fully sheathes his cock into your throbbing pussy, groaning when he feels how wet and warm you are, taking all of him with a satisfied moan as your back arches off his motorcycle.

The cold metal kisses your skin, but his shadows are there to cushion you so the back of your head doesn’t hit the handlebars. Azriel groans, trailing marks all over your neck and collarbone while he thrusts in and out of you. You’ve had him a thousand times before, but having sex with Azriel always felt like a new experience. He always made sure to worship your body, to whisper soft encouragement, to coax you through the pleasure while his own came second, but tonight, you wanted it to be all about him.

This was Azriel’s fantasy and you wanted to make sure you lived up to every filthy thought that crossed that beautiful mind of his.

“Az,” you groan, barely swallowing a moan as he bucks his hips against yours.

Nearly black eyes flicker up to your face, holding your unfaltering gaze as you bite down on your bottom lip. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Let me take care of you tonight,” you say with a seductive grin. “I want to be in charge.”

If Azriel was aroused before, he didn’t have the words to describe how he felt now. The look on your face was enough to drive him to the edge, but he managed to compose himself enough to grit out a response.

“Gods, do you even know how fucking sexy you are? You never have to ask twice.” He shifts his hips as you sit upright, staring at him with those smoldering eyes that makes him want to cum inside of you at this exact instance. “Tell me what to do.”

“Switch with me,” you say, voice husky, low, and full of need. “I want to ride you.”

And godsdamn if your demanding tone didn’t absolutely make Azriel’s cock twitch in anticipation. He doesn’t even have it in him to respond. Instead, he gingerly flips positions so that he’s leaning back against the handlebars with you straddling his lap.

Azriel watches in wonder as you sink down onto his cock, watching his length disappear as you slowly roll your hips to take all of him in. He could feel your walls clenching around him, that pussy of yours wet and tight as he clamps down on the tops of your thighs to restrain himself from bucking upwards. Your pretty little moans sounds like music to his ears and fuck when you start bouncing on his cock with your breasts moving with the motion, he decides that this is even better than any fantasy he could ever come up with.

Your mouth gapes open as his soft mouth circles around your right breast and Azriel makes good use of his wicked tongue as he flicks your nipple with expert precision, giving equal attention to each one while you ride him with reckless abandon. He grips the back of your head as you continue to fuck him, swears and moans falling from his pretty lips while you kiss him fervently.

Watching him unravel like this was a gift in and of itself. Azriel was a male who loved being in control, especially in the bedroom, but every once in a while, he let you take the reins and relished in the way you pulled the leash taut.

“Feels so godsdamned good sweetheart,” Azriel moans while you swirl your hips, feeling his tip against that sweet spot. “Gods, you feel like fucking heaven.”

“I want to make you cum first, baby,” you say as Azriel’s eyes widen. “Can you do that for me?”

At this very moment, you could’ve asked Azriel to jump off the roof and he’d happily oblige. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you and judging by the mischievous glint in your eyes, you knew that you had your boyfriend completely wrapped around your dainty little finger.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” His lips ghost over your collarbone with a smirk. “You’re in charge tonight.”

You flash him a satisfied grin, obviously pleased by his compliance. “Damn right.”

An angling of your hips and your lips on the hollow of Azriel’s throat threatens to undo him. He’s clambering for more, fingers digging into your hips as he jackknifes into you, eager to feel you clench around him with an ironclad grip. You throw your head back in laughter as he growls against your skin, forehead falling slack against the handlebars while you rake your fingernails over his taut chest.

Azriel’s golden brown skin ripples underneath your touch and his tattoos sprawl across his muscles from the effort you’re both exerting. He’s speechless, basically blacking out from pleasure while you grind into him, driving him to the brink of his orgasm with determination.

“So close, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

With a final grind of your hips, Azriel spurts inside of you. The hot liquid fills you, but you don’t stop riding him. His darkened gaze takes you in hungrily as you chase after your own orgasm, letting his shadows dance over your clit while Azriel kneads your breasts with his hands and trails open mouthed kisses along your neck.

“Gods, Azriel. Right there,” you plead as you lift your hips, feeling his tip hit that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

Moans of pleasure are muffled by soft lips as Azriel kisses you while you ride out the high. It was the perfect ending to your realm shattering orgasm. Slowly, Azriel pulls out of you and places a gentle kiss on your temple. He twirls the cobalt stone hanging off your neck and pulls you closer for a chaste kiss.

“You look hot straddling my bike, but even hotter straddling me.”

You chuckle as he helps button your shirt and smooth out your skirt. “Who’s the pervert now?”

Azriel grins cheekily. “I’m just saying. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride.”

“Any time babe,” you respond with a wink as you buckle his jeans. “Now take us home. I wanna cuddle.”

Azriel drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders, smiling at the way it swallows your small frame. “Only if I get to be little spoon.”

You roll your eyes fondly, kissing your boyfriend's cheek. “Always, you giant Illyrian baby.”

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 4.1 🖤

Read on AO3 - Requests are Open - Masterlist Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1 | 4.2| 4.3 A/N: Thanks for the support and patience for this chapter. Tumblr wouldn't actually let me post it in one or even 2 parts no matter how I tried to split it, so it's split into three parts (though you can read it as one chapter on AO3.)

Chapter Summary: In a an attempt to get reader to open up to him, he starts giving in to a change of scenery and other requests for her. Leon even allows her a special friend before he leaves on a work mission, leaving the reader home alone for the first time.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. Inappropriate use of animal collar. This chapter contains sexual content. Threats of animal abuse (though none occurs and it's not descriptive.)

As always this was inspired by @hxllfiredoll 's story Something Permanent. If you like Yandere!Leon please go give that a read along with @dollrxst's story Lovesick and @gigabyte-flare's story There's no Escape. Also wanted to add @lipglossanon because I love their work and you should too. While not explicitly yandere! it's adjacent and their works are awesome.

Weeks passed by in a haze, Leon had to guide you from task to task like a well controlled sim. “Yes Sir’s” and “Ok Daddy’s” slipped from your lips habitually, never allowing your brain to focus on anything outside of that. It was the only coping mechanism you had now, as allowing a thought to cross your brain opened yourself up to feelings you were not capable of handling now. Your mind had failed you, so you didn’t need it.

The first week you woke with terrible nightmares, screaming, crying, clawing at nothing. Leon would grab your wrists and pin you down to the mattress before pulling you into a sensory hug, wrapping your arms around yourself, not letting go until your outburst stopped. Submitting to his strength surprisingly made you feel safe, despite all that had occurred. If there was one thing you were sure of, Leon wouldn’t let anything, well, besides himself, harm you. He’d coo at you, petting your hair. “It’s okay baby bunny, I got you. I got you. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m here.” It was at least enough to lull you back to sleep.

During the day it was a different story. The shadow man was always there. Always . Those red eyes watching you from every corner of the home, sometimes hiding in your peripheral vision. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t go away. Every day it felt like he was getting louder, closer . A constant reminder of someone who never existed - yet whenever you heard the voice your heart would pang with fear and guilt. Your only waking comfort was Jasper, winding through your legs before disappearing. Purring by you even when you didn’t see him.

Leon kept insisting to you no one was there. You could tell he was getting more and more upset by the day. “What’s rule number 2 Sweetheart?” “Always listen to you?” “That’s right. Do you want to go back to timeout?” “Please, no.” “Then look me in the eyes and tell me no one is there.” “There’s no one there, Sir.” “You know it really hurts me Bunny. All I do is love you and take care of you, and you’re focused more on an imaginary friend.” He said, giving you a kiss. “I’m sorry Daddy, didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Thank you for being so good to me.” “Aww baby, you’re making my heart melt. I suppose I can forgive you.” He kissed you on the forehead and gave you a head pat.

The last thing you wanted was to be in that basement again, alone and in the dark with your thoughts. Soon that’s when you realized if you closed off your mind, things were a little better. The paranoid fear and guilt instead turned to a resounding walled-off numbness and while the man didn’t go away, he returned to his spot in the corners making it easy for you to pretend he wasn’t there. Sadly, that meant Jasper went away too - you missed the cat’s presence.

At first it seemed Leon was pleased that the talk of the man had stopped. However your zombie-esque behavior led to him being more overprotective, with a thinly veiled annoyance you didn’t care to think about. Not that you thought about much of anything anyway.

Soon the entire house was baby-proofed. All the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen were locked so you couldn’t touch anything that might put you in danger. Toddler cutlery and adult sized sippy cups were all that was allotted for you still. If you’d been in the right state of mind it would've felt so embarrassing to be taken care of this way, right now though, you didn’t have enough fight left to care,living in only the most literal sense possible.

You sat at the table, food slipping from the plastic spork for the umpteenth time before Leon would sigh and reach over, scooping up the food himself feeding it to you. “Poor baby, can’t even eat without me hmm?”

You nodded softly while he dabbed excess food from your mouth with a napkin.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Leon hated this. For starters he was jealous, and he hated the feeling of jealousy. It burned in the pit of his stomach and twisted him at the core. The last time he felt jealous, he erased someone from this very plane of existence. But now, what was he going to do? You were so hung up on this red-eyed man that didn’t exist at all, and that damned imaginary cat.

Couldn’t you see what you were doing to him? How unfair this was for him? You were ruining your chance at a perfect life together. All you needed to do was give him your attention, focus on him . Be a good girl - and yet here you were chasing shadows.

There were brief times he felt guilty, he knew he’d pushed you hard in such a short amount of time. He wouldn’t lie even to himself, he had hoped to break you down further in the Bad Girl Room, but not this��far and not so quickly. Leon was no psychologist but this was definitely a psychotic break if he’d ever seen one, and that was not his intention. He’d truly overestimated the capabilities inside that pretty little head of yours. He now had to work overtime to re-establish a comforting and safe environment for you. But hey, that’s what you do for the people you love.

It seemed all it took was a threat back to time out and you became so beautifully compliant. He lived for the moments he got to spend taking care of you. Slipping food past your lips while you fumbled with the too small spork, gently running a wash cloth along your body in the bath as you leaned back against him, dressing you in his oversized clothes, tucking you into your bed without a fight.

You were gorgeous when you lazily batted those long eyelashes at him - like a human doll. Once asleep he’d lay there for hours just admiring you, taking in your familiar smell, playing with your hair, committing the feeling of skin to memory.

God it would’ve been perfect . After so much time pining after you, watching you, needing you. You were his very purpose in life after all, keeping you safe and closed off from harm was his number one goal - to an outsider it may have seemed like that’s what he had now - but that wasn’t true. He had your body. He had your compliance. But you weren’t there. Now a new type of jealousy boiled within him. He was jealous of you. Jealous that you kept all your thoughts to yourself. He wanted to hear your laughter again, feel you snuggle against him like you had when he first brought you here. What he wouldn’t give to hear you ask him about his day - actually talk to him in some capacity without being forced. More than jealous he was insulted . Did you not think he was good enough anymore to share words with? How dare you think of yourself as above him when you couldn’t even care for yourself. No baby, no you clearly weren’t understanding your place. He had done all of this for you, you owed him your love and affection in return. He had been trying for a while with different enrichment activities to bring you out of your current state. After the first week he couldn’t take your nightmares anymore, they broke his heart, he’d started to drug your nighttime drink to help you get a more restful dreamless sleep thinking it would help. It didn’t, you slept but still woke up groggy with eye bags. It came to a head when he’d pulled you close to him on the couch for a movie night, you’d flopped over him like a ragdoll, but offered nothing else in return. He put what he knew was your favorite movie on. Dead silence . Not even a slight exhale out of your mouth during a funny part.

Now he was frustrated. He was teetering the line between losing his temper, wanting to just shake you into compliance, make you know your place, and worrying that he would lose you completely if he did in your already broken state of mind. No - no he could fix this. You were his Bunny, a simple creature and not hard to outthink, there was just something he was missing. He’d let both his excitement and temper cloud his mind, something that rarely happened. After several hours of contemplation Leon was drawing a blank on what exactly he could do. Without a solid plan in mind he decided at the very least to change up your view a little bit - give you some outside time. Leon had implanted you with the tracker so he could keep watch of you around the entirety of the owned property. Eventually you’d be allowed to roam, but you weren’t at that level of trust yet, and given your current mental state he didn’t particularly want you outside at all - but this was his last ditch effort. “Hey pretty girl, what do you think about taking a walk with me?”

He watched you tilt your head like the question was in a foreign language. “Bunny, I asked if you would like to take a walk with me?” “Outside?” “That’s right baby, outside.” There was a slight change in your expression at the offer. Better than nothing, he’d take it. He helped you into a more appropriate outfit and shoes before guiding you out the door. He watched your timid steps as you walked around, everything so new again after the confines of the house. “Hey baby, we can go in any direction you want. Lead the way, I’ll hold your hand.” He gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~ Outside felt wonderful . You’d forgotten what sunlight felt like against your skin, the warmth radiating throughout your body contrasted by the slight breeze blowing back and forth. Leon had even let you wear a sundress instead of the usual tshirt and sweatpants of his. It swished when you walked, and for a few moments you felt normal. You felt like a person again. The only reminder of your captivity was the obnoxious collar around your neck.

Outside had no corners, there was no man hiding anywhere, just fresh air and nature. Giddy . That was the best description you had for the moment, giddy. You walked with Leon through the back gate out into the plush grassy backyard.

Not able to contain your excitement, you kicked your shoes off before taking off towards the middle of the yard. Leon wouldn’t be thrilled, but God, running, moving your muscles, feeling the grass between your toes. It was euphoric. You heard a displeased noise leave him as he came towards you, but you didn’t care at that moment. You removed your hair tie so the wind could properly blow it around, before closing your eyes and twirling in a circle giggling. God were you actually giggling? Yes you were . That’s how amazing it felt to be outside right now.

Leon stopped just a short distance from you, when you opened your eyes to look at him, shock was written on his face which melted to a smile once he’d seen your laughter. You stopped to take in his form. The rays of light poked through the trees making his honey-blonde hair look even shinier than usual, his blue eyes looked beautiful against the contrasted green of the trees behind him. He looked so normal. For a brief fleeting moment you just saw Leon, your neighbor who’d been so kind to you before. You had to take a moment to remind yourself of who he really was. Maybe he can still be that Leon too though?

The idea was cut short as your head whipped to the side, hearing a noise in the distance. For a second you almost panicked thinking it was another hallucination, you didn’t want it to be, nothing would've ruined the outside experience more for you. And then there it was again, so soft and small. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what Bunny?” “Over there.” You pointed to the trees at the edge of the yard, grabbing his hand you gently tugged coaxing him to walk with you, but he stood like a statue. “No baby, not until you put your shoes back on.” “Please? The grass feels so good and I think it might go away if we don’t hurry.” Again he didn’t budge. “A little time outside and you’re already forgetting the rules? Maybe we should go back inside then.” His features cinched together into that hard authoritarian look. “No. No! I’m sorry. Look, I'm putting them on right now.” You slid your feet back into the slide sandals. “See?” You reached out for his hand again, this time he took yours and let you walk closer to where you wanted to investigate. Your eyes lit up when your suspicions were confirmed. Sitting underneath the tree was a small cat, all black, not Jasper - which meant it was likely real. It was older than a kitten but still too small to be an adult. You went to reach out a hand to coax it towards you but Leon pulled you back. “I don’t think so, Sweetheart. That thing could be feral, you have no idea it might be carrying. You can look, but stay back here with me.” Despite your disappointment in not being able to move forward, you were comforted to know the feline was in fact real. You observed the cat a little longer, it stretched from its spot and limped towards you, something was wrong with its back leg. It seemed so sweet letting out a soft mew, the closer it got you could see it was in bad condition, too thin. You felt an odd sense of heartbreak and when Leon went to pull you away you squeezed his hand softly. He could already see the cogs in your brain turning. “Bunny, no.” “Please? It’s not feral, it’s just hurt, it needs help.” The cat was sniffing at your feet now, purring despite its injuries. Leon didn’t seem swayed by your pleading or the state of the creature. “If I had a real one then you wouldn’t have to listen to me talk about an imaginary one. Please, you can’t make me leave him out here. I’m begging you.” Leon let go of your hand and you took the opportunity to bend down and pet the cat’s head. His fur was so soft, you couldn’t help the ear to ear smile that spread across your face when it rubbed into your touches. The cat moved over and nudged against Leon’s boot. “How can you say no to that little face?” You pouted, doing your best to give your saddest face, batting your eyelashes. “Bunny, don't look at me like that…” He sighed looking down at the creature. “Fine. Fine. But you’re not naming it until I take it to a vet to make sure it’s not diseased.” His words went through one ear and out the other, you couldn’t take the excitement as you flounced over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Daddy, thank you so much.”

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Leon did not want the cat. He didn’t care if it had a clean bill of health or not. One more responsibility to take care of, one more thing to pull your attention from him…but then he saw that look on your face. God you were really pulling out all the stops to tug at his heart, not to mention the way you looked twirling around the yard. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen you that happy, prior to even bringing you here, it had been so special he hadn’t even stopped you from removing your shoes or running off. So of course he gave in to his little Bunny. He’d allow the cat, if only for your happiness, but then you had embraced him as thanks? Kissed him too? His heart nearly imploded by the willing show of affection. It was such a stark contrast to the lifeless husk you’d been. He internally patted himself on the back for his decision to bring you outside today.

He watched you scoop the little feline up in the skirt of your dress, so careful to not hurt it further, cooing and doting on it. Then it occurred to him . Yes baby, that’s exactly what you needed. Something to take care of, to be needed by . Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner?

This cat wouldn’t do though. No it was too broken, too needy, might take you too far away from him. But a cat would be perfect. That night he gave you an extra dose of your sleeping medication to make sure you’d be out for a long while, he left in the early morning hours after he packed the cat up in his Jeep, heading for town.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

You woke sluggishly in the middle of the afternoon. It was the first time in a long time that you can remember waking up without Leon already being there to greet you – and there was a small part of you that nearly panicked. The house was silent, too silent . After the excitement of the previous day you were feeling a little better, which meant you hadn’t closed your mind off. He was back again, red eyes glowering at you through the crack in the closet door. You swallowed thickly, wishing you hadn’t noticed. Your hands shook, knuckles white as you gripped the bedding. You remembered what Leon had said, nothing would happen to you as long as he was there , but he wasn’t there, and he didn’t even believe this thing existed. You gathered up all your courage before dropping your feet to the floor, running out of the room as fast as you could like a child running for their parents after a bad dream.

As you trotted down the staircase, you heard the sound of the Jeep’s ignition being turned off. Practically plastering your face to the window, you watched as Leon pulled a pet carrier out of the side and your heart leapt. He’s here. You’re safe. He meant what he said about keeping the cat. Leon brought the carrier inside before exiting and returning with a few boxes of cat supplies. “Hey baby, you just wake up?” “Yeah. You weren’t here.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to point that out to him. “Ah, sorry for not warning you. I took the cat to the vet as promised Sweetheart. Lucky for you they patched him up and gave him a clean bill of health, just a little scrawny. Here, let me get that for you so you don’t hurt yourself.” He said opening the carrier’s locks. The little black cat nervously peeked out and you gently stroked the fur on its head with two fingers. “Jesus what the hell is that?” You asked, looking at the giant robot thing Leon was putting together in the living room. Leon gave you a knowingly disappointed look. “Bunny, what’s rule number 3?” You had to actually think about it for a moment before replying, not being on auto-pilot after so many weeks was difficult. “Good girls don’t have potty mouths?” “That’s right.” “Sorry Sir. I meant to say, can you please tell me what that is?” “Litter-robot. Don’t want you having to put too much effort into scooping nor do I want the house smelling like a cat.” “Oh. High tech, I like it, thank you.” You looked down at the cat that crawled into your lap. Now that you were looking more closely, something was off. This cat was all black, but it definitely wasn’t the one from yesterday. Tiny details were off. Besides, the other one’s leg was hurt pretty badly, this one looked totally ok. Leon caught the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” “This isn’t… what did you do with the other cat?” “What other cat?” “The one from the yard. This isn’t it.” “Of course it is Sweetie.” “But what about the leg? This one looks completely fine when the other–” “They stitched him up, small stitches you can’t see because of the fur, it’s fine.” “But I remember he distinctly had 12 whiskers, this one has 10.” The second the words left your mouth you knew you should’ve just let it go. “Bunny, are you accusing me of something?” “No, I’m sorry – “ The shift in his mood was scary. “It’s pretty fucking ungrateful don’t you think? Weeks. For weeks I put up with your nonsense about glowing eyes and invisible cats. I even put up with your lack of affection. Despite that, I let you outside, I let you have the first pet you see, even drive it to a vet. I spend all this money on the stupid thing too and you accuse me of something? Daddy’s beyond hurt and mad .” You shivered at the look on his face, he fished the remote out of his pocket and you instantly grasped at the collar on your neck in fear. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m sorry.“ “I give an inch, you take a mile.” “Please, I was wrong. I’m wrong. It’s the same cat. I must have just been overly excited yesterday. Please. I’ll be good, I’m sorry.” Desperately you moved the cat off your lap and scrambled over towards him, gently putting your hand on his, lowering it along with the remote, before leaning forward and kissing him on the lips with a few quick pecks. “Really, I’m so happy about the cat. I’m sorry, please.” His anger seemed to soften with that, he brought one hand up to tighten in your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deep, slow. He held you there an extra moment, resting his forehead on yours, eyes closed, taking in the situation. “Bunny, I think that taste of freedom has you acting a little out of whack. Don’t make me regret loosening the leash a little. One more, and I mean one more slip up and I’m either going to shock the piss out of you or put you back in timeout, got it?” “I understand. I’m so sorry Daddy. Really.”

He kissed you on the cheek, letting you go so he could return to setting up the remainder of the cat items. Your heart slowly resumed its normal beat as you pulled the cat back onto your lap, stroking its fur to calm yourself down. The dull purr that it gave did put you at ease slightly. You decided to try and change the subject to something happier, something to ward off potential tears. “I thought of a name.” “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” “Lucipurr. Lucip for short.”

Leon let out a small laugh. “And here I thought I was the king of corny jokes.” Hearing him laugh felt good, rewarding to your spirit. It stirred memories of prior to all this , just like seeing him so sweetly in the sunshine.

Maybe he hadn’t replaced the cat. Maybe you were just remembering wrong. Even if he had, was it really so bad? You still had Lucip on your lap purring up a storm, Leon skillfully putting the litter box and cat tree together. Everything felt so normal for once. Even the red eyed man was left upstairs in the closet, away from you. Out of sight, out of mind. Or more like the other way around in this case. There was nothing with you except Lucipurr, Leon, and the sunlight coming in through the windows.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~

Despite the small tiff that started, he was beyond happy to see you coming out of your shell. God you were so beautiful when you smiled, and your lips felt like heaven crashing down on him. He knew he’d have to get a hold on himself so as not to let you off too easily in the future, you still had a lot to learn and get used to. Rules and discipline were important, but every now and then letting you off the hook a little wasn’t too bad. He was honestly just cheesed to see you smile again. Yeah he did replace the cat. The other was given to a vet to adopt out, he wasn’t a monster or one of those sick serial killers who torture fluffy pets for fun. What he hadn’t expected was you to notice so easily, he’d done his best to find an exact match. It didn’t matter now though, you seemed content with the one in your lap. Honestly, he’d snapped more out of annoyance of your perception than anything. You were so strange to him, he was always either over or under expecting from you. A unique creature for him to tame, but tame he would, and he felt so close to doing so. After all, an untamed animal was an unsafe animal. Over the course of several more weeks he kept a closer watch on you. No more talk of hallucinations. Excellent . You had actually asked him to watch a movie with you, three different times. Even better . Though he could have gone without you petting the cat the whole time, you were snuggled against him willingly. Everyday he’d take you on a walk just after breakfast and another small walk before bed too, earning him appreciative kisses.

And tonight? Tonight he finally wanted to test this newly affectionate you. He craved you and wanted to see if you were really and truly opening up to him like he hoped. Sure he’d had you plenty of times while you slept, but it wasn’t the same. He shooed the cat out of the bedroom before closing the door. “Why’d you do that? Lucip sleeps in here–” “Because baby, I think you owe me.” He watched the puzzled look form on your beautiful features. “I’ve been so kind haven’t I? The cat, the outside trips. Not to mention the weeks I spent snuggling your panic attacks away every night.” There was always this small amount of panic that would cross your face when he interacted with or spoke about the cat. He committed it to memory knowing he held control over that. “You’re not going to get rid of him are you?” “Oh baby girl, not if you don’t give me a reason too. Are you going to give me a reason too?” When you shook your head, he walked towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he did so. “Look what you do to me.” He cooed, rubbing the bulge that was already forming in his sweatpants. “Why so nervous Bunny, did I hurt you the last time?” “No, Sir. But –” “But what?” He raised a brow at your reaction, daring you to be careful with what came out next. “Last time you promised the morning after pill but then didn’t –” “Did I? Are you sure? I don’t remember that.” He brought his hand up to your face, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t wanna have Daddy’s baby, is that it?”

He watched your face closely testing your reaction. Your eyes darted around nervously while you fidgeted with the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing, he knew you were looking to find the answer that would appease him. Cute . “Don’t worry Bunny, we have plenty of time in the future for me to breed that little pussy. I’d rather enjoy us time for a while, unless you want me to fuck a baby into you - then I’d happily oblige.” He noticed your thighs squeezed together at his words despite your nerves, he slid his hand up one of your legs and leaned forward to lap at the shell of your ear. “C’mon baby, I’m just teasing. I’ve been tracking your cycle, you’re not going to get pregnant tonight, relax.” He kissed along your neck bringing your hand down and coaxed you to touch him through his pants. He sucked a particularly deep bruise into your neck before soothing the purpled spot by circling his tongue over it. “I’d be more comfortable with birth control or –” Your sputtered attempt at asking was adorable . “No Bunny, chemicals like that aren’t good for you. Trust me.” He continued working his way down your neck, letting out a small hiss with each rough touch of your palm against his clothed erection. “What’s rule 2 baby?” “Always listen to you, Daddy.” “Fuck, that’s right.” He bucked into your touch when your fingers wrapped around the outline of him instead of just the flat of your hand. Leon removed your hand from himself so he could more easily get your shirt off. A man on a mission, he sucked deep purple marks into your skin, trailing them down from your neck to your clavicle, holding you in place while the map of marks continued over your stomach. He stopped only at your hip to give it a nip, causing you to jolt.

“So pretty. Purple is definitely your color princess.” He dipped two fingers between your folds, swiping your slick upwards and over your clit, relishing in the noise you made. “Look at that, seems your pussy agrees, she’s so happy she’s crying tears of joy.” He took a moment to eye you up and down, he brought the hand he wasn’t using to play with you up to your neck, tapping the collar lightly. “Hmmm. I think you’d be more comfortable with it off, yeah? I’ll tell you what. I’ll take it off, and if you’re a good girl for me, and I mean a really good girl for me, I’ll give you an even better one. Sound like a deal?” Leon reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out a little key, making quick work of the lock and releasing your neck from its confines. He gently rubbed the red marks it’d left on your skin before leaning down to capture your lips again, nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away, leading you to sit up and follow him to the end of the bed. Tugging his pants down, he kicked them off to the side before giving his now freed cock a few good pumps. A bead of precum began to pearl at the tip before running down the shaft smearing with the movement of his fists. “Now, I’m going to trust you to be a really good girl. No biting alright?” He pressed the tip against your plus lips, rubbing it back and forth slightly until they were coated in his precum, before he pressed against them urging you to open. He moaned as you accepted him into your mouth. “Fuck, Bunny, just like that.” He held your hair and pushed himself until he was at the back of your throat and held you there. Your tongue hung out, spit spilling down the sides of your face, eyes watering. You looked gorgeous. Right when you were on the cusp of lifting your hands to signal it was too much he pulled out, letting you gasp for air. “Sorry baby, maybe that was a little too much to start. Here, why don’t you play with it for a little however you’re comfortable – I can train your throat another time.” He gave you a moment to catch your breath before encouraging more action.

He hissed when you leaned forward to place a kiss on the tip before lapping at it, he was about to lecture you for teasing, when you swallowed him back into your mouth and began to bob your head shallowly, using your hand to grab what wasn’t fitting. “Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Every now and then he couldn’t stop himself from bucking forwards, throwing you off your pace and gagging slightly. When he was close, he grabbed at your hair and tugged you off with a resounding pop, moving positions so he was propped up at the headboard, urging you to crawl back over to him. “Come ride me baby.” He helped you position yourself on top of him, guiding you down onto his thick length until he was bottomed out in your leaky cunt. “So good . I’ll never get used to how your needy pussy just swallows me up.” Leaning back, he put both hands behind his head to relax, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders as you bounced up and down causing obscene squelching noises. “That’s right baby you make Daddy feel so good. Show me how grateful you are for how daddy takes care of you.” Your tongue hung out of your mouth as you concentrated on your movements, the sweet whimpers you made as you slid along his shaft sounded throughout the room like his own personal symphony. “That’s it, god you ride me so well.” He let you go at your own pace, once he noticed you were tiring out opting to rock your hips vs bouncing he decided to help. “Here baby, let me do the rest.” He reached up and grabbed both hips with his strong hands. “Use one hand to hold yourself up. Yep just like that. Now take that hand and touch yourself f’me. Can you do that, baby?” Once you were situated how he wanted you, he easily lifted you up by your hips and brought you back down. His years of strength training made it easy for him to slide you up and down his cock like a personal fleshlight. For the first time he heard you squeak out words, almost incomprehensible with the way your head was thrown back while you lazily rubbed at your clit. “Daddy, I’m so close –” “Atta girl, go ahead baby..” He picked up his speed bringing his hips to slam up each time he pulled you down, groaning when your orgasm soaked everything beneath you as the muscles of your cunt milked the cum out of him. He groaned and spilled into you, slowing down as he rode his orgasm out.

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Narrative Frameworks in Only Friends

So here we are, the finale of Only Friends and not a framework in sight. Would the last half of the show worked better in some respects if we had the frameworks come back? Would we understand more about why Boston's friends hate him? (Did they ever like him? Ray seemed to, but Mew and Cheum...)

I wish we had gotten more frameworks toward the end. I wish the voiceovers had come back for the last episode if nothing else, because I would have wanted one from each character. It would have maybe solved some of the narrative issues (re: Boston).

I also wanted to thank everyone who liked, reblogged, commented or otherwise interacted with me and these posts on a weekly basis. Your feedback, discussions and general love made watching Only Friends an amazing experience each week and reminded me why I love being in fandoms.

Shoutout to the amazing members of the Ephemerality Squad who made this ride fun and thought provoking: @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @chickenstrangers, @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming, @thatgirl4815, @elizabethsebestianhedgehog

I've gone back and added things to earlier episodes that weren't there before, so make sure to read through the whole list! Please let me know if I missed anything - I will edit this post based on suggestions.

Frameworks:

1. Voiceovers: gives the audience specific insight into a characters thoughts and feelings; also a great way to provide exposition. It’s more of an audio than visual framework, as we don’t always see the character doing the voice-over because it plays over other scenes.

2. “Talking Heads”: The characters talk directly to the camera, interview/documentary style. We get to see exactly how they feel about a given moment because they are reacting to it at that time. Audio and visual. Homage to Love8009 (per P'Jojo).

3. Social Media (ft The Artist Formerly Known as Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook): Not as insightful as the other two frameworks but does give context and a way for interaction, commentary, and exposition on a given plot. Visual. Probable homage to Together With Me, one of the first spicy BLs starring our kings, MaxTul.

(Side Note: I was re-watching some scenes from Never Let me Go and realized P'Jojo uses yellow text on the screen in it too. So maybe he just likes the yellow text or maybe it means something, idk, idk.)

Episode 1

Framework: Voiceover

Title: What’s Your Role in a Bar?

Narrator: Mew

Visual Moment: Yellow title cards listing everyone’s “roles” as well as the month and days of the week

End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank

Episode 2

Framework: Talking Heads

Title: M.F.M. My Favorite Man

Narrator: Everyone

Visual Moment: The talking heads scenes; SandRay smoke kiss; Boston's dark room; Photo Boston takes of Nick post sex; Photo of RayMew from wakeboarding

Audible Moment: The songs Ray plays during his scenes with Sand

End Credit Shot: Ray driving

Episode 3

Framework: Social Media (Twitter and Instagram)

Title: What Am I to You?

Narrator: Nick and Boston

Audible Moment: The thunder rumbling ominously over everyone's bad decisions, Nick listening to the TopBoston sex audio

Visual Moment: Top's Instagram (with all of Boston's comments); Photo strip of TopBoston from their hookup in the photo booth; Photo of the Fab Four in Boston's room; Nick watching TopBoston have sex; Photo of RayMew kissing

End Credit Shot: Nick listening to TopBoston sex audio

Episode 4

Framework: Voiceover

Title: Emergency Contact

Narrator: Ray

Visual Moment: The flashback of RayMew is in 4:3 ratio (meaning it looks like recorded footage versus a memory); yellow text onscreen indicates flashback

Audible Moment: TopMew at the silent disco (both moments of silence but also them singing); SandRay listening to music at the record store

End Credit Shot: Ray driving (repeat from episode 2)

Episode 5:

Framework: Voiceover

Title: The Extra Hour

Narrator: Sand

Visual Moment: Intro and Outro are animated; black and white (made me think of the Take on Me MV by A-ha but I’m open to suggestions on what this might be referring to), "Ray o'clock/Alone o'clock" appearing onscreen in white letters (not yellow!); TopMew going Instagram official; The blind dining scene

End Credit Shot: Sand driving his motorcycle

Episode 6:

Framework: None

Title: Happy Fucking Birthday

Narrator: None

Audible Moment: Ray listens to the TopBoston sex audio; Mew plays the TopBoston sex audio for Top

Visual Moment: Top draws Mew sleeping/gives Mew a book of drawings he did of Mew; BostonNick selfies

End Credit Shot: Top in his bathtub alone looking angsty

Episode 7:

Framework: None

Title: After Effect

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: Mew setting the drawing on fire; Boston’s sex tape; the “super zooms”

End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank (repeat from episode 1)

Episode 8:

Framework: None

Title: Save Me

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: Facebook party invite/everyone’s reactions to the invite; Everyone’s costumes at the party

End Credit Shot: Boston looking angsty at the hostel

Episode 9:

Framework: None

Title: The Return

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: Boston’s photo of Atom; Top recording SandRay kissing;

End Credit Shot: Top in his bathtub alone looking angsty (repeat from episode 6)

Episode 10:

Framework: None

Title: Redemption

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: The “I will never leave you”/“I will never love you” neon sign; Boston’s photos of Atom; Nick’s photo as Boston’s lock screen; Boeing’s Instagram

End Credit Shot: Ray driving (repeat from episode 2 and episode 4)

Episode 11:

Framework: None

Title: Move On Move In

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: Boston taking pics of NickAtom

End Credit Shot: Sand driving his motorcycle (repeat from episode 5)

Episode 12:

Framework: None

Title: Begin Again

Narrator: None

Visual Moment: Yellow letters indicating the date (NYE); Framed photo of Nick; Framed photo of the Fab Four at the hostel; Mix's entrance; Begin Again montage of SandRay; Hostel sign "Only Friends Stay"

Audible Moment: Begin Again montage of SandRay

End Credit Shot: Outtakes/BTS

Tagging @sandrayy by request

Apologies to anyone I forgot!

#only friends the series #only friends meta #thai bl #ephemerality squad #only friends is over and I don't know what my emotions are doing

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spiderluvbot · 1 year

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𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗢𝗥 ─── 🇪🇹🇭🇦🇳 🇱🇦🇳🇩🇷🇾.

summary: sometimes you have to remind your boyfriend that he's the only one for you, not that you mind.

genre: does this count as hurt/comfort? insecure!ethan so angst, like five seconds of fluff, gets suggestive at the end.

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem! reader.

words: 1.3k.

warnings: mdni, swearing, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, technically proofread but i'm shit at grammar, i repeat the same word like 500 times, non-ghostface ethan, also he and anika are best friends because i love them.

author's note: first time writing something suggestive (first time writing anything lmao). do i think this is shitty writing? yes. do i think it should stay in my drafts and never see the light of the day? yes. will i post it anyway? yes. enjoy ig.

Ethan downed yet another one of the drinks that Chad had prepared for him while attempting to listen to his friend, the colored lights blinding him as his eyes darted towards the crowd.

"Dude, are you even listening?" The cowboy by his side sighed before looking back at the table, wondering what to fill his cup with next. "Maybe you should just go find her."

"She said she would meet us here. And she texted me that she was by the door like twenty minutes ago. Maybe she's just talking to someone." Ethan's plastic cup looked more and more interesting by the second, he could feel Chad rolling his eyes before his hand forcibly tapped his shoulder.

"You already got the girl, Ethan. There's nothing to worry about."

"Yeah. thanks, Chad."

"Ethan!" You made your way through the dance floor to your boyfriend, ignoring a few classmates that tried to stop you and quickly greeting your boyfriend. He couldn't help but notice the boys following after you, even when he had you in his arms and painting his face with your lipstick.

The much more muscular, confident, popular boys.

The kind of boys that you should probably be dating instead of him.

"Aw, this is so cute." You smiled, using your finger to grab the cardboard and pull him closer, leaving a small kiss on his lips. "Did you make it yourself?"

He felt his cheeks getting warm and finally dared to look at you. "It was a last minute thing."

"Yeah, right. He spent like a week on it, said he wanted to impress you." Chad ignored Ethan gaping at him and left with the excuse of finding Mindy, laughing at his own comment and holding his stomach.

Great, now you knew about his shitty DIY skills, he had never felt more embarrassed in his life.

You held his face between your hands and pressed more kisses where the helmet allowed you, continuing to paint him a soft pink.

"Well, consider me impressed."

"I even used velcro." He joked.

"Oh my God, take me back to your dorm."

You threw your arms around him, both laughing and stumbling around in your blissfully intoxicated state. You focus on his eyes, soft brown, long lashes, half covered by light curly hair. Eyes that look back at you with so much more love than one could ever imagine.

The intimacy of the moment is broken the second you feel a hand on your arm.

You're pulled away by Matt, a guy from your literature class, as he and his friends seem to make a barrier between the two of you. His grip becomes stronger when you try to back off.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Come play beer pong with us!" He starts pulling you towards a table, further and further away from him, and Ethan can't help but think that you just make more sense over there, surrounded by shirtless jocks and popular mean girls that somehow everyone loves.

Hell, it would be easier to picture you dating Chad rather than himself. He still couldn't figure out how he got you to date him when you were so out of his league, and the worst part was that everyone thought the same. He could see it in the way people stared at you two, at the way people (including your friends) mocked your relationship, in the way he thought you looked beautiful in your costume while he looked like a total loser (even if you said otherwise).

He felt something cold in his hand and looked down to see he had crushed his plastic cup and sighed before making his way to the table in search of some napkins.

Anika's calls for him made him stop by the couch she and Mindy were occupying. His body collapsed on the old cushions and he dumped his head on the girl's shoulder, letting out a groan in hopes it would make her say something that would make him feel better.

"This again? You know she loves you, Ethan. You don't have to be so dramatic about some random dude liking her."

Anika tried to hold her laugh at the feeling of Ethan mocking her girlfriend against her shoulder, because of course Mindy would say exactly the same things Chad always says, and patted his leg before turning to look at him.

"You know, you should just tell her how you feel, E."

"No, that's shitty advice."

"It wasn't shitty advice when it got you a girlfriend." She rolled her eyes and looked your way. "Ugh, she looks like she wants to die in there. Just take her upstairs, where you can talk in private, and talk. about. it."

"Fine." He got up and made his way to you, pretending to crash into Matt hard enough to make him dump his vodka on himself, and took advantage of the distraction to pull you away.

"Look at you, my knight in shining armour." Your smile disappeared once you saw his sad expression and you grabbed his hand as it was replaced with a frown of your own. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Can we talk in private?"

"Sure." You guided him through the room and made your way up the stairs, searching all of the rooms until you found one that wasn't occupied by a bunch of horny students.

"Okay, what's wrong?" You turned around to find your boyfriend sitting on the bed, playing with his hands and avoiding your gaze the way he did when he was extremely nervous.

"Do you- do you wanna break up with me?" Ethan stuttered and looked up at you only for a second before focusing on his hands again.

Your mouth opened in disbelief and you went to sit by his side, taking one of his hands on your own.

"That doesn't make any sense." You chuckled at the sheer stupidity of the thought before noticing his teary eyes and getting serious again. "Why would you think that, E?"

"We don't make sense together." Ethan sniffed and lifted his hand to wipe a tear. "You should date someone better, someone more like you... someone like Matt."

The words made him feel like his throat was burning up, and he felt rage, at both his tears and the fact that he kept letting people get to his head.

"That's fucking bullshit, Ethan." You grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at you. "I don't give a shit about people like Matt. I love you, okay? Nothing's gonna change that."

You pulled him towards you and planted a kiss on his lips, starting soft and barely touching until he felt comfortable enough to pull you closer and kiss you harder. He got on top of you as you both fell on the bed and his lips traveled to your throat, leaving a tingling sensation on the way. Soft whispers of 'I love you, I love you, I love you' against your neck as he hid his face and started desperately rocking his hips against yours, one of his hands finding the way to your chest while the other tightened against your waist.

The cardboard of his costume burned and scrapped your skin, but it didn't matter, you would give him anything he needed, always. And right now he needed to have you close and feel how much you loved him.

So you pulled him closer and took off his helmet. You pulled his hair the way he liked and kissed his cheek repeatedly before turning until his body was against the bed and you could lift the part of his shirt that wasn't covered by the costume, leaving soft kisses on his stomach, traveling down, down, down.

Your hand slowly opened the button of his pants as his hips raised and low whimpers left his mouth, you could feel him twitch against your lips, through the fabric of his underwear, and your eyes focused on the small wet spot in them. You thought about how much he meant to you, and decided you could spend the rest of your life proving it to him, having him just like this, your pretty knight in shining armor.

#this is kinda shit #but i couldn't stop thinking about it so here it is #i'm obsessed with him #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan.txt

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ellie-24 · 8 months

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USS Randall Ramblers Part 4

Okay so, I don't even know if anyone is still interested in this series. Anyway, here we go lol. Just let me know if you don't want to be tagged!

Also, I used the writing prompt: Why are you doing this?

Thank you to @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @thatbanditqueen @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll Talking to you guys is the best part of my day and really keeps me going.

Another special thanks to @whositmcwhatsit who not only made this thing way more enjoyable to read by fixing everything wrong with it but also encouraged me to actually post it.

Word count: 5.7 k

Warnings: tiny bit of smut at the end so 18+

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Bad Nauheim, December 21st 1958

Mary carefully inspected the delicate silver bracelet dangling from her wrist and tried to look as busy as possible while she leaned against the piano in the lounge. With one look towards the chandelier above her she was instantly reminded of her first visit a few weeks ago.

To her, it felt like an eternity ago, but also like was yesterday. Everything looked the same at Hotel Grunewald, except that it was a lot more crowded than the last time she was here. Her fingers kept tapping against the cold glass of Prosecco in her hand as she carefully observed the people around her.

As well as fretting about being completely overdressed, she also felt awfully out of place, not really knowing anyone in the room. Elvis and the rest of the 23rd Armoured Division had returned from maneuvers in Grafenwöhr, and were now back at the base in Friedberg. To celebrate, he had invited some of his friends and fans to Hotel Grunewald for a ‘small party’.

Mary raised a sceptical eyebrow after looking around, this isn't really what she'd consider a small party. She briefly wondered if Elvis might get in trouble with Herr Otto Schmidt for this, especially when she heard someone dropping a glass in the next room. She cringed at the thought of him getting into trouble, but she knew it was inevitable.

As sweet as caring as Elvis could be, she knew he could be reckless as well. She smiled as she took a small sip from her prosecco and thought back to earlier in the day when she saw her life flash before her eyes multiple times. But even then, deep down, she felt like nothing could happen to her as long as she was with him.

Elvis had called her two days ago, informing her that he'd be in Frankfurt because he wanted to buy a new car from a local dealership. He promised to pick her up himself at her family’s apartment in Frankfurt. Not only did he want to show off his purchase, but he also wanted to properly introduce himself to her father. Although they played together aboard the USS Randall and had a few phone calls, Elvis wanted to do it right, ‘handshake and all’, as he said.

When Mary greeted him at her door he wasted no time picking her up and hugging her tightly.

"Oh Mary Cherry, I've missed ya so much! Been countin' the days until I could see your sweet face again."

She giggled when he set her down again and quickly kissed his cheek before inviting him inside.

"I've missed you too."

He seemed a bit agitated as she lead him down the corridor, his eyes darting around anxiously. Before they could reach the living room where her parents and her brother were waiting, they passed an old wooden shelf displaying some family portraits. Elvis halted in his tracks and pointed to a picture from her on her 10th birthday.

"Is that itty bitty Cherry?" He smiled fondly as he picked up the portrait, his fingers trailing over the cool glass.

"Oh god. Yes." Mary cringed with a small smile, hoping he'd set the awkward photo aside and forget he's ever seen it.

His grin widened and he faced her. "Ya look so cute. Gotta get me a copy of this, I wanna have it." He said, pointing his finger at it.

"Really?"

He hummed and gently placed it back on the shelf, before throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to bury his face into her hair. She leaned into him for a moment and he took a deep breath, prompting her to squeeze his arm comfortingly before pulling him along into the living room.

Greeting her family was, thankfully, less awkward than she initially expected and Elvis quickly managed to strike up a conversation with her father. Mary and her mother watched as the two men reminisced about their time as a band abroad the USS Randall, with Elvis putting on his southern charm, polite and charming as ever, despite being visibly nervous. He even expressed interest in the tattered, used guitar her father had bought and which sat in the corner of the living room, earning him an approving nod.

Mary and her mother kept exchanging glances every now and then, glad to see the two of them getting along so well. Eventually her father agreed to let her stay with Elvis in Bad Nauheim over the weekend. On the condition that she had her own room of course. Elvis promised once again to take good care of her.

When they stepped outside, she let out a sigh of relief, before realising it was pouring rain. Elvis quickly grabbed her, the feeling of his leather gloves against her skin making her feel funny, and dragged her along with him. They almost ran towards his car, a white BMW Isetta parked on the other side of the street. He swiftly opened the car door for her and ushered her inside before getting in himself. For a few seconds they just sat there, wet and out of breath, before bursting out laughing.

The windows fogged up slightly from their damp hair and clothes, as he quickly started the engine. He raced through the streets, way faster than the speed limit allowed and running multiple red lights on his way. Mary desperately clutched her seatbelt and braced herself when he floored the gas pedal right before a very sharp corner. He just chuckled when her body slammed hard against his.

"Elvis, we're not trying to win a race!" She gasped and let out a nervous laugh while rubbing her shoulder that bumped against his.

He threw an arm around her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Baby, I shouldn't tell ya how I had to drive to your place to shake off all these damn reporters. Also, it's a former racing car, this is fun!"

"It's certainly exciting." She agreed with raised eyebrows. "And scary."

He slightly tilted his head. "Are ya really criticizing my driving?"

She snorted. "I'm sure it gets you to where you need to be in time."

His hand found its way onto her thigh, squeezing and rubbing her soothingly. "Ya don't gotta worry. I'm in the Army, operating tanks and whatnot, baby, I know what I'm doing."

"I'm not sure they're teaching you this in the Army." She argued and pointedly gestured towards the steering wheel which he turned rapidly from left to right at the moment, making them drive a zigzag course.

He sharply turned it around one more time, her body pressing into his again. With a hum he looked at her, smirking. "That's right you're not sure. Just let me do the thinking, Cherry."

"That might get us killed." She almost shrieked when he almost drove into oncoming traffic, angry car horns blaring around them.

"These people here have no sense of humour, I'll tell ya. Making a big thing outta nothing. You know, earlier when I went to pick up the car the owner called the police because of some fans trying to get close to me."

"I think he was probably just concerned about your safety."

He squeezed her thigh. “The fans, they mean no harm. They just get real excited and all that. They're happy to see me a-and I'm happy to see them."

Mary smiled understandingly and gave his hand a little squeeze. He seemed to be lost in his own head again, thinking about the fans. The car slowed down and they settled into a comfortable silence, his hand continuing to stroke her leg. She felt a smile tugging at her lips when she noticed him staring at her, seemingly only occasionally facing the road ahead.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking at the street?"

"Honey, after being in the woods for days for maneuvers I got my eyes everywhere, believe me."

She snorted again. "Alright, but if you crash your brand new car, don't say I didn't tell you."

He chose to ignore her comment. "How do you like it?"

"The car? Oh it's very nice. I... uh, guess it has everything a car needs."

He gave her a look.

Mary laughed apologetically and held up her hands. "Sorry, I have no idea about cars. But it looks really nice." She gave the elegant black and white interior a once over before nodding approvingly.

He chuckled and squeezed her leg again.

"So ya like the colour? The car dealer said I might have to paint it red with all the fans trying to kiss it."

"That might save you a lot of time."

Later when they arrived at the hotel, Elvis almost immediately dragged her up to his room, barely giving her time to greet the hotelier or get properly settled into her room.

After arriving at room number 10, he quickly sat down in front of the mirror next to the bed and removed the hat he'd been wearing all day. With a wink towards her through the mirror, he began combing his hair.

Mary could have watched him all day, but opted to give him some privacy and opened the door to his balcony. She stepped outside and took a deep breath, enjoying the nice view over the park across from them.

The sky had cleared up and the stars were already shining brightly as the nearly full moon cast a bluish hue over the hotel. After a while she went back inside, shivering and rubbing her arms, and she saw that he'd moved to sit on the bed. She caught him dry swallowing some pills and sat down next to him on the bed, placing her hand on his forehead.

"Are you sick?" she asked with a frown.

He chuckled and caught her hand in his own. After a quick kiss to her wrist, he shook his head.

"Nah, don't worry." He placed the pills back onto his nightstand. "They just give you more energy. Makes you think faster and better, and you can stay awake way longer. We took 'em all the time in Bavaria."

Mary's sceptic gaze went back and forth between his face and the orange pill bottle in his hand.

"So... you got these from a doctor or something?"

"A Sergeant gave me these, honey," he offered, as if this would justify just about anything.

Mary sat back a little. "But... you're not on maneuvers anymore. Why do you still take them?"

He sighed and looked at her pleadingly. "Honey, do I really have to explain myself to you now?"

Mary remembered how he'd told her about his trouble sleeping ever since his mother's death and being shipped over. How he'd lie in bed at night, pondering and worrying about a future that he felt didn't offer much to him anymore. He had told her many times already just how tired he felt. She bit her lip, feeling slightly guilty and shook her head.

Apparently he again knew what she was thinking and put a comforting arm around her neck. With a tenderness that threw her off guard each time, he pressed a few soft kisses against her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "Now, that's way better, baby. Just trust me with this, yeah?"

"Are you alright, Mary?" A familiar voice asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Rex! I didn't know you were here!" She laughed and put a hand over her heart.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you."

"Don't worry, I was just... thinking." Mary gestured around aimlessly and shrugged, a reserved smile on her face.

Rex nodded and took a swig of beer.

"How are you? Are you here... with Elisabeth?" Mary asked, trying to sound nonchalant as she ran her thumb along her glass, drawing little circles along the condensed surface. She didn't want to admit it, but the possibility of the German girl also being at the party bothered her immensely.

"Uh, no, she had some important family stuff going on. She's talked about you a lot, she really liked meeting you," Rex offered.

Mary nodded with a small smile and took another big sip from her glass. His answer didn't really calm her nerves. Did that mean Elvis originally invited her and wanted her to come as well? It's just that she had no time?

Mary quickly chided herself for thinking about it so much. She didn't want to play the role of the jealous, paranoid girlfriend. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she took this relationship way more serious than he did.

Over the past few weeks he'd reassured her over and over again that she was his best girl, though she still wasn't entirely sure what exactly that meant in Elvis' world. She desperately wanted to find a way to trust him and make this relationship work. But she wasn't entirely naive, either.

Rex noticed her being deep in thought again and moved on with a small nod and a shirt brush against her arm. This brought Mary’s thoughts back into the room and she straightened her shoulder, trying to get it together. She wasn't usually like this and it annoyed her.

Suddenly her vision went black as someone put their hands over her eyes from behind. For a moment she was startled, but she didn't have to think long to guess who it was. She let out a laugh, breathing in his familiar smell.

"Oh, who could it be?" she said jokingly and put a finger against her chin, her worries from a minute ago instantly forgotten. The effect his mere presence had on her was something she couldn't fathom.

"Why don't ya take a guess, sweet thing?" he asked in a funny, high-pitched voice that didn't even sound like his own, making her laugh.

He hung one arm around her neck while the other wrapped itself around her waist. His voice right next to her ear made her shiver.

"Mary Cherry, I haven't even told you how beautiful you look tonight. All dolled up," he whispered low and pressed his cheek against hers.

Mary bit her lip and grinned widely, unable to form any words. She instead put her hand on his arm splayed right above her chest and gently ran her thumb over it.

"You're perfect. Perfect, pretty baby... And you're wearing the bracelet that I gave you," he murmured and lifted up her wrist and carefully turned it back and forth to watch how it reflected the warm light from the chandelier above them, shining and shimmering with each soft movement.

"I wear it every day." Mary admitted with a bashful smile.

He grinned against her cheek. "Good."

When she raised her glass to her lips, Elvis quickly drew away and stood in front of her. He unceremoniously snatched the drink away from her hand, leaving her a bit dumbfounded.

"Nuh-uh that ain't nothing for you, honey."

She tried to get back her glass. "Elvis, everyone's drinking."

He held the glass above his head, out of her reach. "Not you."

Mary put her hands on her hips sighed. "Why not?"

"Because I say so, honey. Ain't good for a little girl like you to be drinking and all that."

She frowned. "It's just one glass."

"Cherryyyyy." He tilted his head, looking at her imploringly.

"But-"

He placed the glass on a nearby table and shook his head. "No, I'm not gonna discuss this now."

She huffed in frustration and he raised a challenging eyebrow at her. It almost tempted her to speak up again, but she didn't want to ruin the mood. It was his party after all.

"...Alright, Elvis."

His lip curled and he gently rubbed her arm. "Thank you, baby." He smiled and started playing with the bracelet on her wrist again.

Absentmindedly his gaze trailed over her arm until he was looking over her shoulder. His expression shifted somewhat as he stared at something behind her. When she turned around she saw Vernon talking to a young, blonde woman. With a subconscious squeeze to his hand she turned back to him. For a second his eyebrows twitched but he quickly regained himself and gave her a reassuring half smile.

"I'll be right back, Cherry." He spoke in a low voice and his thumb brushed against her chin before he walked past her.

Mary quickly looked back at Vernon and frowned a bit when she saw Elvis disappearing towards the staircase. She wondered about the woman his father was talking to and why it apparently bothered Elvis so much. It wasn't her place to speculate on those things though, so she sighed and made her way towards the dining room with raised eyebrows.

For almost half an hour Mary aimlessly wandered around and, despite a few unsuccessful attempts at mingling, her mind was pretty much preoccupied with the sudden disappearance of the party’s host.

She eventually decided to sit down next to Elvis' dog, Cherry, who much like his owner wasn’t too concerned about rules and laid down comfortably on the green couch in front of the window, much to the disdain of Herrn Schmidt. She absentmindedly stroked his soft fur, contemplating her next move.

With a sigh, she got up again, smoothed down her skirt, and made her way through the crowd, growing more and more anxious about Elvis' absence.

After climbing two flights of familiar creaky stairs, she turned towards the first door on the right and carefully knocked against the white wooden door.

"Elvis? It's me."

After a faint ‘Come in’ from the other side of the door, she slowly stepped inside.

"Hey, you," she whispered hesitantly, not really sure what to expect.

He sighed and opened up his arms. "Come here."

With slow steps across the creaky floorboards she laid down next to him with him encircling her with his arms in an instant.

"How do you like the party, honey?" he mumbled, his lips close to her ear.

Mary looked at him, a small gleam in her eyes.

"Apart from the fact that I'm sober?" she joked, trying to cheer him up a little. It didn't quite go as she planned.

He huffed a laugh, a weird mix of mirth and frustration in response. "Why are you doing this?"

"What?"

He gestured towards her, as if he wasn't sure what to say. "Being like this. When everything I do is to take care of ya."

Mary leaned over to peck his lips, trying to appease him. His pout slowly turned into a bashful smile. She could tell that he was trying to fight it, trying to keep that pouty expression on his face to make her feel guilty.

"Sorry, I'm just joking, E. I am enjoying the party... even if I don't really know most of the people." She shrugged and gave him a pointed look. "Are you enjoying it? Why are you here all by yourself?"

"I'm not."

"You know what I mean." She smiled.

"I-I uh, had to get away for a bit. Uh... I just wanted to spend some time with my best girl."

She paused. "You knew I'd come?"

"Well, I-I hoped so."

Mary shook her head in a good-natured way. "You're so sweet, really."

"Ain't that just every man's dream? Being called sweet," he huffed while fiddling with the ring on his pinky finger, his face scrunched up.

She suppressed a snort and placed her hand on his cheek with a smile. "And silly as well."

"Silly?"

She hummed and reached up to brush some hair out of his face. His lips twitched for a second, a mischievous look in his eyes as he unexpectedly grabbed a pillow and smacked it right into her face.

It took Mary a second to process what happened. She looked at him in shock and disbelief and he couldn't help but snort at her funny expression. His mood swings were a mystery to her. His dark broodiness mixed with the sudden light playfulness always made her stop for a second, trying to figure out how to react. This was no doubt his way of telling her that he didn't actually want a serious talk now. A weird way to show it, but she found it charming nonetheless.

So, she picked up the same pillow and threw it right back at him. Now it was her turn to giggle at his surprised face. His open mouth quickly turned into a wide grin and he picked up the pillow again, but she managed to dodge his attack, hurriedly getting up from the bed.

"No point in running from me, Cherry," he warned as he slowly got up from the bed as well and started chasing her around the room.

After a few minutes of back and forth between them, pillows flying around and his hiccupping laughter filling the room, Mary started to get exhausted. Right when she attempted to leap over the bed to escape another attack, he managed to get a hold on her ankle and pulled her back with a force she hadn't quite expected. She let out a surprised squeal as she was dragged across the bed and turned around to face him. But he was, once again, quicker, moving his body closer to her and catching her hands in his bigger ones.

He sat on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and holding down her hands on either side of her head. It knocked the wind out of her for a second and she looked up to him to find him breathing just as heavily.

"Got ya," he whispered, his eyes dark and half lidded.

Mary's breath hitched in excitement, his weight above her both comforting and arousing at the same time. She didn't even think about moving away from him again, afraid that if she'd move but one muscle, he'd roll off her again.

Her throat felt very dry and she licked her lips as she looked up at him with wide eyes. His face hovered inches above hers, his hair falling over his forehead which was covered in a faint layer of sweat. He raised one eyebrow, making her breathing pick up once again, despite the fact that she already sounded like she just ran a marathon.

"You're not scared of me are ya, honey?"

Mary shook her head and swallowed hard. "I'm not." Her answer came out as a raspy whisper, prompting her to clear her throat.

"I'm not," she repeated, louder this time, while staring into his eyes.

He looked her up and down for a second before releasing her hands. His fingers slowly began grazing over her arms and his eyes held hers with an intensity she hadn't seen before. She felt the anticipation building in her lower belly and her legs twitched under his weight.

"Good, cause ya ain't got no reason to, okay?" he insisted, his eyebrow still raised. "You trust me?"

"I do," she whispered shakily and slipped her hands under his sweater, making him shiver when he felt her touch on his hot skin.

He briefly ducked his head with a small smile, his heated gaze drifting downward involuntarily. His weight shifted on her when he leaned forward slightly and Mary felt her chest rising and falling rapidly at the sensation. No matter how hard she tried to slow down her breathing, it only seemed to get worse when his slow touches halted, right at the buttons of her blouse.

For a few seconds neither one dared to move, a fleeting moment of clarity within the carefree playfulness, a silent question whether or not they should continue. His fingers hovered over her breasts and Mary impulsively dragged her hands from under his shirt and put them on his hips, attempting to pull him closer to her. He blinked in surprise before shifting on top of her with a small smile. There was a tension in the room that seemed almost unbearable when he circled his fingers over the buttons, puffing up his cheeks and shaking his head.

He, painfully slowly, started undoing them, brows furrowed, his eyes completely focused on the task at hand. She gently stroked his legs when she saw him fiddling with one button in particular, his fingers trembling just the slightest bit. When she looked up to him again, his cheeks were tinged with a soft pink.

She had to stifle a small giggle and her eyes widened, not quite expecting his sudden shyness. To her he always seemed so sure of himself, believing that he was right about everything and in full control. But right now it was different. Mary would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy seeing him like this, it felt so very genuine and real.

He caught her bewildered expression and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against her cheek.

"Ya don't gotta be nervous," he whispered and sat up again after a quick kiss to her neck. She felt a smile tugging at her lips at his attempt to manipulate the situation to his favour.

"I'm not nervous, E."

He nodded slowly, his eyes surveying her. "Mhm, okay, but why are you blushing like that?" He smiled and traced a finger over her burning cheek.

Mary turned her head away from his touch and giggled. "I could ask you the same thing," she whispered into his ear after wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her, unable to resist the chance to tease him a bit.

"I'm not blushing," he muttered against her shoulder.

She let out a loud laugh. "Yes, you are!"

He shook his head. "You're seeing things, sweetheart. Got a very, uh, vivid imagination," he drawled and playfully tapped his finger against her temple.

"Mhm, sure," she giggled and slowly undid the rest of the buttons as he was too busy brushing his lips against her neck.

Elvis’ hot breath tickled her sensitive skin and she sat up, the blouse making her feel constricted and too hot all of the sudden. He quickly understood and helped her move the fabric off her shoulders. His warm hands on her bare skin made her shudder, despite feeling like her body was on fire, briefly making her question her own senses. Mary watched as he hastily tossed the garment aside and returned his heated gaze to her body.

Nearly trembling with anticipation, she waited for him to touch her, but when he only stared for what seemed to be an eternity, she decided to take matters into her own hand and quickly shimmied out of her skirt as well.

He swallowed hard and whispered a small ‘Damn’ when he saw her bare thighs. Just as she went to reach behind to unclasp her bra, his hand shot out to hold onto her wrist.

"Don't," he argued. "Please, leave 'em on. Looks so pretty." His eyes wandered over her form.

Mary was momentarily transfixed by the very unexpectedly gentle and loving look in his eyes. The way his long eyelashes fluttered as he took in her body, careful and appreciative at the same time. It made her skin tingle and her hands twitch, she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers over his face and feel those soft cheek and lips. He had never been more beautiful than in this moment.

"Such a sweet girl," he said in a low voice, his eyes finding hers again.

Mary felt a lump in her throat at his words. The way he could make her feel a million things at once with only a few soft glances and that velvety voice was confusing and enticing at the same time.

Utterly unable to react any differently, she leaned forward and crushed her lips against his, gripping his sweater tightly in her fists. The wet noises from their open mouthed, hectic kisses nearly turned her into a puddle and she felt grateful for his tight grip on her, securing her and drawing her even further in.

Kissing him was addictive and Mary frantically tried to get as much as possible by pressing herself even closer against him, tongues touching and breaths mingling. In what she could only describe as a gentle chiding he very subtly shook his head and nearly halted his movements, urging her to slow down a bit.

"Easy, honey," he mumbled against her mouth.

She huffed and responded by attempting to pull off his sweater, letting him know what she thought about taking it slow. He just grinned and pinched her hips, before letting his hand roam over her butt, gently squeezing the soft flesh. His soft kisses made her crave him so much more and she still impatiently tugged at his sweater.

When he finally took mercy on her and pulled the fabric over his head, messing up his hair a bit in the process, she wasted no time and rubbed her hands over his bare skin. The urge to touch him and be as close to him as possible was impossible to suppress and Mary enjoyed watching the little expressions on his face when she'd brush his nipple or trail dangerously low along his lower belly. He certainly felt and looked leaner since returning from maneuvers, his chest a bit more toned, his jaw a tad bit sharper. His lips however were as plush and soft as ever when she started nibbling on them again.

"Somebody's very eager, huh? Don't worry, sweetheart, don't ya worry your pretty little head. I'll take care of ya good. Mhm."

He lifted her up from his lap and guided her to lay on her back before crawling on top of her, his eyes twinkling.

As if in a trance, Mary's hand found its way to his lips, tracing and outlining them. He opened his mouth and gently bit down with a playful growl, making her chuckle. She watched him in awe when he continued sucking and nibbling on her fingers.

"I could bite these widdle fingers all day," he laughed as his hand grazed over her lower belly, sending shocks throughout her entire body.

He bit his lip as he toyed with the waistband of her panties before looking at her. Mary nodded reassuringly and he smiled before slipping his hand inside. The second he touched her, her hips involuntarily bucked up against his touch. His smile widened and he easily spread her lips apart, fingers gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves and Mary let out a small cry of pleasure. She felt like she was floating, all rational thoughts completely abandoning her with each skilled flick of his fingers.

A poking sensation on her thigh, which she quickly realised was his body reacting to her, made her throw her head back into the pillow almost desperately. He continued nudging her, probing at her entrance, before easily slipping inside. Mary thought she was seeing stars as his long fingers quickly found a steady rhythm. He carefully watched her expression, wanting to catch every twitch, every tremble.

"You're so beautiful, Cherry," he whispered as he stroked her cheek and leaned in, kissing her deeply and slowly. He thrust his hard length up against her thigh over and over again while groaning into her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she bucked up her hips again, the throbbing in her core becoming almost too much for her. His thumb then pressed down on her clit, pushing her closer and closer until she felt the coil in her lower belly snap, the intense pleasure overwhelming her in an instant. She didn't even fully realise when his hips stuttered against her and he collapsed onto the bed.

After a while, she noticed the lack of warmth from his body above hers and turned her head slightly to look at him, his tired but content face pressed into the pillow.

For a minute they just basked in the moment, both panting and trying to calm their rapidly beating hearts. With a strength she didn't think he could muster at the moment he almost clumsily pulled her onto his chest and gently cradled her head.

"Was that good, honey? You liked it?" he whispered quietly.

Mary nodded lazily and raised her head to look at him. "Very much... You really know how to make a girl feel good."

He just grinned and licked his swollen, red lips, looking proud. With a soft chuckle, she began to play with his now damp hair and he quickly leaned into her touch while closing his eyes. She thought it was so cute that he was so concerned with whether she enjoyed it or not and couldn't help but lean in to press another soft kiss to his lips.

"I guess we won't go back to the party?" she asked, smiling against his mouth.

His grin widened and he shook his head. "Not a chance," he whispered and settled further into the mattress with a contented sigh.

Mary quickly followed suit and buried her face into his neck, his skin still a bit clammy. It was like the world stood still for a moment, the faint voices from downstairs echoing through the corridors fading away.

She shifted hesitantly, torn between doing what was right and what she wanted to do. And there was nothing she wanted more than to lay in his arms right now. She knew it actually shouldn't matter after what they had just done.

Thankfully, Elvis quickly decided for her. He tightened his grip on her and moved to lay half on top of her, effectively pinning her down again.

"Nuh-uh, you're staying right here, Cherry. Riiiiight hereeee," he cooed, his voice muffled.

Mary looked up at the ceiling before grinning widely at his insistence that she'd stay. She wrapped her arms around him in response and closed her eyes. To her it felt so right to lay in his arms, a sense of belonging filling her entire being like never before.

"I love you," he mumbled, his face buried in her hair.

She felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. "... I love you too."

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Tagging: @lookingforrainbows @godlypresley @18lkpeters @richardslady121 @c-rosenn @karel-in-wonderland @kingdomforapony

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ayamari-no-goshi · 3 months

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Don’t Forget to Write (6)

.... I apparently forgot to post the last chapter when I released it months ago. Oops.

AO3 -> first, previous

Fandoms: DC (Batman comics)

Summary: From Dick’s POV. Damian happened to win a contest to illustrate a new book by an up and coming author. Being the good brother he is, Dick decided to check the book.He quickly realized he was reading a very first hand account of one of Jason’s old cases, and deciding to act like a normal person would, he decided to read some of the author’s other works. What he found shook the very foundation of what he thought was true?

Warnings: rated T - mostly for swearing and questionable mental health. Amnesia

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

“Stop grumbling for a moment. It’s about to start,” Dick teased as Jason continued to pace. After almost two months of preparations and another three weeks to convince Jason, they were finally having the press conference to announce he was alive.

His brother shot him a look as he messed with his tie yet again. While it was clear he was nervous, most of his discomfort came from the prosthetics he had to wear to make it look like nothing suspicious happened, and he was doing his best not to touch them. Over time, they would be changed to make it appear as if he’d healed either on his own or through some treatment. They were currently leaning towards the latter as an explanation, especially with how severe the damage to his hands used to be.

Deciding messing with his clothes wasn’t getting him anywhere, he reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it to his lips. They were working on breaking him of that habit again, but at least he had no desire to light it. With the return of his memories, there was now an understanding why he couldn’t tolerate the smell of the smoke. It subconsciously reminded him too much of what happened.

“I thought Pennyworth searched your person for those.” Damian seemed moderately impressed.

Jason gave a mischievous grin. “He did.”

“You’re going to have to teach me how you did that. Nothing gets passed Alfred,” Tim stated as he double checked the prosthetics on Jason’s hands. Those were the ones most likely to come loose.

“I’ll think about it.”

It warmed Dick’s heart to see how his younger siblings interacted. While they were still getting used to each other, things were going relatively well.

One of the first things Dick did was make sure he gave Jason a summary of the others’ histories. It ended up being the right move as Jason admitted he had very conflicted emotions over the fact there had been other Robins after him. The one thing he couldn’t seem to reconcile with was Bruce allowing any child back in those colors. He didn’t think that kids truly understood the risks of playing hero, and that was something he was still coming to terms with himself. Dick made sure to tell his brother that it was his death that brought that to light for him too.

But as a result of that conversation, Dick noticed Jason’s protective streak towards his younger siblings. At one point, he had a nasty argument with Bruce after Damian came to his apartment to get away from the Manor for a night. Since it was a fight with Bruce that triggered his flight and eventual death, Jason was not going to tolerate Bruce’s inability to articulate his emotions and cause another catastrophe. It was amazing to watch, and in its own way, started changing how they conversed with each other for the better.

It also opened the door for everyone to start randomly crashing at Jason’s apartment. However, his apartment wasn’t really large enough for the constant influx of siblings and pseudo-siblings. So, they were working on getting Jason a much better apartment that was up to Bat standards near Crime Alley. It was supposed to be a surprise. But seeing as he stated that if anyone spent an exorbitant amount of money on him needed to make a donation of an equal amount to the charity organization who helped take care of him while he had no memories, he clearly already knew. In Dick’s opinion, that was a fair request.

For the most part, they were going to leave the decorating up to Jason. But they were all working on finding more bat and bird plushes to match his other ones. Damian had been the one to announce it wasn’t appropriate he only had ones that represented Dick, himself, and Bruce. They were still trying to figure out if Steph’s and Alfred’s should also follow that pattern or be different animals.

They were also working on sprucing up Jason’s old room. While he didn’t want to give up his independence, Jason had begun staying over the Manor some nights. It thrilled Alfred to have him back home, and soon the two started baking together again. And if he wasn’t doing that, Tim, Cass, Steph, or even Damian had begun commandeering him for various activities. Usually it was related to movies, but Dick did once catch Jason assisting Damian with some of his English homework. Even Babs, once she’d gotten the okay to come visit, had started stealing Jason away on some days.

Alfred even reported he found Bruce and Jason playing chess together. Dick could remember his brother venting about how Bruce always beat him at the game when he was still in the Manor. While it didn’t mean that everything was good between them, it showed they were working on it.

In Dick’s case, he decided to wait for Jason to reach out to him regarding bonding activities. Sure, he made suggestions of various activities he’d like to do with him, but they were just that, suggestions. Not only was Jason overwhelmed with everything, but there was also the distance there had been between them before his death. That was something he couldn’t just erase. While Jason hadn’t yet taken him up on any of his offers, he had rather shyly asked if Dick could help him get back in shape. And to him, that was a huge victory.

Even though Mask was finally back in jail, the likelihood he’d be back out on the streets sooner than later was high. So, retraining himself made a lot of sense even if he had a wicked swing with his tire iron.

They still weren’t entirely sure if Jason was going to rejoin the vigilante life. While it had come up in a couple conversations, Jason’s answer was always vague. However, he was willing to start being their ears on the streets. He already had a good rapport with the regulars of Crime Alley so sending them information he happened to learn wasn’t too much extra work. Babs had also started training him on her system, just in case.

The other aspect that was up in the air in Jason’s life was his writing career. His stories were an unconscious attempt to put back together the pieces of his former life, and he’d accidentally given away a lot of hints towards their lives and secrets. With his memories back, it was unlikely he’d be able to write in the exact same way which could raise some alarms. For now, he was reviewing what he had almost finished to see how much he needed to change and whether or not it was salvageable. He also wanted to write some short pieces in different genres to see how they’d be received.

There was also upheaval happening at the publishing company. After it was revealed Amy was Black Mask’s assistant once he was finally caught, the GCPD finally got involved. While most of the recent disappearances of writers were directly related to Mask and his paranoia, there was evidence it had occurred in the past if one of the Families were involved with the company. Trying to save face, the company gutted itself out and was in the process of rehiring, which put most of their projects on hold. At least Jason currently didn’t have to worry about any of his projects getting him into any more trouble for the time being.

The only thing he seemed certain of was that he was going to continue working with the organization that helped him out so much over the years. Now that he would have a proper identity again, he would be able to support them in ways he couldn’t do before. Well, that would be after he dealt with any outstanding bills or taxes he owed over the years. He was also going to go for his GED. Once that was squared away, he was going to consider college since it had been something he always dreamed of, even when he was on the streets trying to care for himself.

“Cass, seriously! Stop stealing them!” Jason snapped. Coming out of his thoughts, Dick watched as their sister gracefully kept just out of reach while laughing. It had become something like a game between them.

“Since we’re getting close to show time,” Dick stated after glancing at the clock. The press conference was to begin in just five minutes, “Let’s go back over the basics.”

“I didn’t start getting my memory back until I met you guys after the interview with Vicki Vale, which is mostly true,” Jason stated, almost bored, as he gave up on getting his cigarette back. They had reviewed this several times by that point. “But it wasn’t until Black Mask got interested in me which got Batman’s attention that revelations were made.”

“If asked, we are to state that Batman recognized him due to previous interactions with us and started the process of verifying his identity,” Damian continued. “We are to let Father answer any questions regarding the non-existent body in his grave.”

“Bruce stated he’s going to phrase it as a misidentification that had only recently come to light,” Tim continued. “He’s going to do what he can to help the GCPD to identify whoever is in that grave. I’m still not entirely sure exactly how he’s planning on that one. I thought he was going to ask J’onn to play the role, but it seems like he has something else in mind. He also has some story regarding how the switch happened and how you returned to Gotham.”

“I thought he was going to play the ‘we have no idea, but we’re going to find out’ card. At least that’s what he told me,” Jason huffed. “Thankfully, I can’t really contradict whatever bullshit he comes up with. The time between coming back and waking up in the hospital is thankfully fuzzy. Are we certain someone got hold of my medical records?”

Dick nodded. “I think Bruce did that on purpose to help prove how bad of a condition you were in. It’ll at least take some of the pressure off of you, but I don’t doubt some idiot is going to try to push some buttons.”

“If they want to go after me, that’s fine. I’m not going to be happy if they decide to take digs at anyone other than me or Bruce.”

“Wouldn’t that be a headline? ‘Lost Wayne son fist fights reporter’,” Tim teased, though there was no doubt in Dick’s mind that it could happen.

“Let’s try not to do that. But I think both Lois and Clark are in the audience. They’ll hopefully be able to keep things under control.”

Outside their family, the first two people Bruce let know that Jason was alive ended up being Clark and Diana. They had asked to see him as soon as he was willing. After that, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the hero community found out. Dick was partially responsible for the leak after he let it slip to Donna, who told Wally, and it just snowballed from there. Soon other heroes were visiting just to see Jason. It had the unintended effect of allowing him to start making friendships he never had a chance to while being Robin. It was easing the loneliness he’d been harboring for years.

Someone knocked on the door of the room they were currently borrowing. “Guess that’s our cue,” Dick stated as he gently pushed Jason towards the door.

…

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dick questioned as he watched Jason do his double checks on his gear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered as he pulled up his hood.

It had been almost eight months since he’d recovered his memories, and he was finally going out on the streets under a new persona. While he hadn’t directly agreed to it before the previous months, he had started back into his training with gusto almost immediately after he got the okay. Unlike the rest of them, he was going to predominately stick to one area as he eased back into it.

He hadn’t picked out a name just yet, but that was fine. He was half willing to let the people of Crime Alley come up with a name for him, but for now, he was going to act as more of a shadow than a directly seen force. To start, he was going to target the pimps and the drug dealers in the area. Once that was better under control, he would branch out to targeting the gangs. They were hoping he’d be able to keep out of the sight of the major rogues until he was in a situation where he was better established.

While he didn’t want to say it, Bruce was uneasy about letting Jason back in the field. His protectiveness had come out in full force as he helped Jason construct his outfit. And interestingly, unlike the rest of them, Jason wanted to make his outfit look less traditional hero and more akin to a civilian. Dick once asked if he wanted to appear as something like a ghost, especially with how Jason wasn’t going to show most of his face. While Jason didn’t directly answer, he just smiled.

In a morbid sort of way, it made sense for him. He’d already died and crawled his way back from the dead. If anyone had the right to act like a ghost, it was Jason. And knowing his brother, he was going to milk it for all it was worth on the streets. Jay always did have a flair for the dramatic after all.

“You better come home in one piece,” Dick warned him. “Seriously, don’t be afraid to call for help.”

Jason stared at him for a moment. While Dick couldn’t see his face well, with the hood up all he could see in the shadows were the red tints from his domino mask, he could tell his brother was smiling. “I lost everything once because I thought I wasn’t wanted. You proved me wrong and helped me find a different ending. I’m not going to risk giving that up again.” He patted his shoulder. “Besides, I still have to get you back for that prank you pulled last week. Can’t do that if I’m dead.”

Dick couldn’t help how he momentarily froze. Jason had begun making jokes about his death. They seemed to be a coping mechanism for him which meant the rest of them had to get used to it. As distressing as addressing it could be, it was something that happened, and they couldn’t get around it. Some days, he wondered if that was why he made those jokes.

“That’s true, but you still need to be in one piece to enact your revenge.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I bet I could get Tim to help me.”

“Pranks can wait until after Patrol.” Bruce gently touched Jason’s shoulder. Concern was barely visible on his face. “It’s time.”

As they took to their respective vehicles, Dick couldn’t help the excitement that raced through him. His brother, the first one he taught how to properly be Robin, was finally going to fly with him again. It had been a long time coming, but they were finally all together again.

Who knew that a simple book, written by a young man without a memory, would have been the key to it?

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cursedcola · 2 years

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Prompt: What would they do to celebrate your birthday?

Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You’re here: Heartslabyul!

A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have requests backed up to the nines but was my birthday and I need some comfort teehee (I am also SO mad that twst doesn’t have a thing for the MCs birthday >:( ). Some are longer than others because the inspiration train hit, but I really don't care. I love me my boys, what can I say? I hope you guys can read this for your birthdays and be happy :)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle arranges a private celebration. Likely requests permission to bring a small table with chairs into his bedroom. Then decorates it to seat dinner for two. White lace tablecloth, single red rose in a vase, candles, etc.

Asks Trey to bake your favorite desert because he does not trust himself to mess it up. He did make a few attempts but they did not come out as edible. As much as Riddle wants you to enjoy something he made, he also does not want to be charged for murder.

The celebration is a surprise. He does not act as if he forgot your birthday, but he does enjoy some light teasing. Purposefully letting you know about the 'surprise,' and reminding you to remain patient. It’s quite sinful how much he enjoys toying with your feelings. Like a an unlocked achievement, your restlessness is like giving him a taste of a forbidden sweet. He wants more…yet it is only pleasurable on special occasions.

He asks you to show up to his room dressed in formal attire. He wears a white suit with his best cufflinks. When you arrive the room is dark save for the lit candles, and he takes the special occasion to bend the dorm rules. Eating after dark and having his romantic partner in his bedroom? How scandalous.

Gifts you something practical: a study guide. After you whine for a moment he'll quit being a sadist and instead gifts you a rose brooch. Still practical, and shows that you belong to him hehe

"Happy Birthday, my precious rose. Do not tell anyone I said this but...I would be a shell if not for you. I hope to one day repay this debt of happiness, if you will have me,"

Trey Clover

Trey would not arrange a party of his own. Something tells him that you will be celebrating all throughout the day. If he demanded your attention all for himself, would it even happen? Unlikely.

Trey leaves the celebration to everyone else. He allows them to tire you out and for you to feel special. When all is said and done, he'll walk you home but swing by his dormitory to pick up something 'special'.

He brings out a wicker basket, and inside is full of handmade sweets. You had already eaten treats with everyone else, but these are a Trey special. Little candies that will last you weeks if Grimm doesn't sink his paws into them first.

At the bottom of the basket is a dental hygiene kit. Yeah...he's not the best at romance but is trying.

"It's bad, isn't it? I knew I should have went with jewelry. I'm so sorry, but you can still use it right? You're supposed to change your toothbrush every two months...I'm doing it again, I know. Happy Birthday,"

Cater Diamond

Cater arranges for an all-out birthday extravaganza! Nothing is too good for you and he will be making sure that you have the best day imaginable

Which means that you will be spending it with him alone, teehee. You are cutting class whether you want to or not. Grimm is being left at home and Cater is taking you out to have some fun. First you will go to one of his favorite cafes, and then afterwards the world is in your hands. He'll take you anywhere, just say the word

He takes plenty of pictures, and posts them to his social media regardless of it being proof that you are cutting class. He documents every place you both stop, and if you seem to like something then he buys it. Simple. He just wants you to have a good time and be happy.

Despite his detest for sweets, he takes you to get a birthday treat. Begrudgingly taking a bite of the cake but only if you agree to feed it to him. He gets permission to light a sparkler on top of the treat, and snaps a photo of your face watching it burn out. That one he doesn't post, and instead keeps as his lockscreen.

He gifts you a cellphone strap, and at the end is one-half of a pair of dice. To make a point, he cheekily lifts his own phone to your face to show the matching strap attached.

"Nee~ Did you have fun? Much better than being dragged around boring lectures, right? If only I could have you to myself like this every day...Happy Birthday!"

Ace Trappola

One-third of team "Oh Shit I forgot,". Other members are pretty obvious but will be clarified soon.

Yes, Ace forgot about your birthday. In his defense, you did not mention it at all and he is known for being a ditz on "occasion". He scrambles to come up with a celebration the day of and utterly fails. Luckily other students had plans that he was able to piggyback on.

Yet...he does get a bit jealous. Since he planned nothing special, he had to share your attention with everyone else. As your boyfriend, he should be the one spending the most time with you. Since your family is in another world, he is the closest to your kin and demands his superiority to be recognized.

Which...backfires in his face. He thought it would be funny to shove your face into the cake after blowing out the candles. Why? I don't know, ask him yourself. Yet now he is been banished from the party room and your pictures are ruined.

He feels bad, yet not enough to apologize verbally. Ace waits out the night, and the next day shows up at your dorm in the morning with his show-magic kit in hand.

Since he didn't get you a present, why not put on a show? While you eat breakfast with the Ramshackle ghosts, Ace entertains you with flashy card tricks and puns.

"Ah...that's good. You're not mad at me anymore. Huh?! You are?! Putting all this together wasn't easy y'know!...yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. It's a bit late, but Happy Birthday,"

Deuce Spade

We have hit two-thirds of team, "Oh Shit I forgot,".

This is entirely out of Deuce's character. If his mother found out that he forgot his partner's birthday, he would be strung up and left to hang with the crows. You see, Deuce thought your birthday was the week prior. Which means he set everything up much earlier than needed.

He wanted to act on impulse and whisk you away to visit his home. He did, really. Yet that is not what a proper student would do and he doubts that you would appreciate the spontaneity. So, what's he do?

Calls his mom, of course. Asks her for advice on what to do, or more specifically, "Mom, please tell me how to not mess this up I don't know what I'm doing anymore-"

He keeps it simple. A treat and a present. Yet...his inner Deuce gets the better of him and he decides to decorate Ramshackle with streamers while you are asleep.

Nothing makes him more ashamed than getting chewed out by ghosts. Not only did he make a mess, but it wasn't even your birthday!

Shyly, he pulls out the treat and present from behind his back. It's nothing much, really. Just a pair of gloves for the winter. He's no good at picking gifts and went for practicality.

Yet despite the scolding he received, your smiling face makes him willing to do it all again.

"I'm sorry for botching everything, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you! Happy Birthday!"

#twst scenarios #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #riddle resehearts #rissle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader

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