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oneshlut · 6 months

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SORRY! i originally asked on the wrong post! My bad!

Hello!!!! I have no idea if this is the right post for requests, but i reqd your overjoyed headcanon and absolutely adored it! I love your writing style already! I originally had two requests, but for now ill go with one, with the Amazing Didgital cricus blowing up, i found favoritizim in the mean purple rabbit, i was wondering for some Jax crush headcanons? I loved your other one, and if its no trouble, id love to read it! Have a lovely day/night!!

A/N: omgomg!! it warms my heart hearing that people are enjoying my writing! thank you so much for the request, i hope you don't mind that i sprinkled in some confessing headcanons in there.. enjoyenjoy!!

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Summary: General Jax crushing and confessing headcanons

Nothing irritates Jax more than someone new. Sure, a new fella to add to the prank list, and yet, another re-do of the theme song. So seeing you spawn into existence, scrambling around fearfully, made him feel both amused and annoyed. Let's just say he started out with mixed feelings for you. Mind you, these are just judgements. He hasn't even met you yet. Rude, I know, but it's Jax.

Meeting you went way better than he thought! You actually didn't find him annoying? That was a change of pace for him. Of course, not like he minded. Not at all! Looks like he'll have a new sucker to prank after all.

Although Jax was amused by you, you sure weren't. Not on the second day, at least. You had been talking with him earlier that day, and he wouldn't shut up about insects. Weird, you'd think of all people to be ranting about insects, it would be Kinger. Until later that night, or at least you thought it was night, you opened your door to find spiders in your bed.

And thus, you became Jax's main target for pranking! Hooray..! Yes, you liked his company--he was actually pretty fun to be around! But, uh, you prefer your outfit to not be soaked from a water bucket by the end of the day.

You two became frenemies. Sometimes, days went by where he wouldn't prank you. Shocking, I know. Jax just didn't wanna be too harsh on you, y'know? Which is weird, because Jax doesn't go easy on folks very often.

On days where he wouldn't prank you, you would sometimes receive notes from him. It was a good spirit lifter to go to your room at the end of a long adventure and see the corniest dad joke ever written on a piece of notepaper with crayon writing, sitting there on your bedside table. And on good days, you'd even write notes back for him!

One day, Jax gets either asked or teased about how he's so fond with you, and so rude to everyone else. He either makes some dumb excuse or tries to raise suspicion on the person asking, like the asshole he is, but it gets him thinking. He doesn't like to think. He's a man of action. But you were a.. different scenario.

Before, he was this complete asshole. And that's it, really. But you did something to him, something that he had no idea what to do with. Caine's gotta be messing with his coding, right? Maybe he input feeings in his code just to be mean. But being mean was his thing! God, what have you done to him..?

You, at the time, had no idea you were stripping away all of his confidence. As far as you knew, he has just been a bit nicer recently. Which was good! Right? Right. The notes would've been obvious proof he was getting better. Well, first, he was sending more notes rather than.. bugs.. but second, the notes started getting nicer and nicer. Some were just straight up compliments. That's when you noticed something was off. Jax never complimented anyone. Though, you didn't mind some of the compliments...

It's not like Jax has never been in love. He knows he had some sort of love life when he was in the real world, but he was left with just wisps of what it actually felt like to love someone. To care for someone. Though, now, he's finally able to remember.

You noticed how his teasing significantly decreased the more you spent time with him. You kinda missed it, but you're not one to complain.

Jax, on the other hand, was on edge all the time around you. He hated that you washed away his confidence facade, he hated how soft he was around you, how vulnerable. But that smug smirk wasn't gone just yet. He had one more "prank" to pull.

Ha, he wishes it was a prank. It really wasn't. This was actually the most serious he's ever been. He stared at the crudely drawn purple heart on a piece of scratch paper, only now doubting everything he's ever done as butterflies arose in his digital stomach. Standing outside your door, he suddenly felt all the nerves coming back to him he never thought he'd have to feel again. Jax swallowed down his nerves, but still couldn't hide the flush look on his face--or the fact that his pretend-guts were being tied into a bow.

Inside the small homemade card was an admittance to something he never thought he had to admit. Something he'd rather admit in person. Instead, since every inch of his confidence was gone at this point, he confessed in horrible handwriting, written with crayola twistables.

Jax took one final breath before sliding the heart under your door.

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hiddleswiftt · 8 months

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request from @daydreamerwithnohobbies!: I love this!! Idk if you're tired already of doing taylor inspired jonah fics but I thought of maybe a ff with daylight or call it what you want?

hey!! yes! id love to do another taylor inspired jonah fic! i love both of those songs but I think i have more ideas for “daylight” than “call it what you want”!

if i ever have any ideas for a “call it what you want” jonah fic, i will make sure to write one and post it! :)

daylight! (inspired by the taylor swift song “daylight”!)

jonah hauer-king x fem reader!

description - you and jonah have been best friends for years. you’ve both have had crushes on each other for years. the list goes on and on! you don’t believe much in love as much as you used to, although fighting the thoughts of you still crushing on jonah in your head.

you sat on the couch of the party venue attempting to put your shoes on.

you were a little tipsy but you were well enough to get yourself though the door on the way out without walking into the doorframe.

jonah was with you, and he said he’d get you home.

he wasn’t drunk. he was actually pretty sober. which you thought was a little odd for him, but anyways.

you both got to his car, he helped you walk, holding his hand around your waist you guide you. you liked his company. you kept him close to you, although not knowing half of what was happening, so you just went with it.

the two of you got in the car, and you went straight for the radio and started playing different songs. “can i?” you said, with a slight slur.

jonah laughed slightly, giving you his phone to choose the tracks that you wanted to play, “knock yourself out, y/n!” he said, now starting to drive.

you of course put taylor swift on. you had been a taylor swift fan for years, and jonah knows it. you’ve got him into her songs a little too!

not all of them. he pretends to know them, so he just mumbles or hums along to them. but he knows a few!

you put on “daylight”! you both recognise the song straight away. he knows your favourite album is lover, since you play the album 24/7 when you two are together.

although slightly drunk, you hit all the lyrics, since you have this song on loop.

you and jonah do a duet sort of thing to the song:

Y/N: and I can still see it all…

JONAH: in my mind!

Y/N: all of you..

JONAH: all of me!

BOTH: intertwined!

Y/N: i once believed love would be…

JONAH: black and white!!

Y/N: but it’s golden…

JONAH: GOLDEN!

Y/N: i can still see it all…

JONAH: in my head!

Y/N: back and forth from New York!

BOTH: sneaking in your bed!!

jonah glances at you slightly as you continue to sing to the lyrics. he really does love you. you don’t think he does. you are fighting the fact that you love him, you think he’s just your best friend. right?

you continue singing:

“come on jonah!” you say, just before you sing the next line of the song, actually realising that jonah was looking at you for a second, it made you blush hard.

Y/N: i once believed love would be…

JONAH: burning red!!

Y/N: but it’s..

BOTH: GOLDEN!

you two finally pull up outside your apartment block, upset that the drive had come to an end.

“you need any help getting in?” jonah asks you, while the last part of daylight is playing.

you shake your head, “no.. i think im okay, thank you..” you say, admiring him.

the last part of ‘daylight’ continues to play. you both sit and look into each other’s eyes.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)

just as this part of the song ends, jonah already has his hands on your cheeks. now leaning in to embrace you in a kiss.

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

all of a sudden, lips were touching. it felt as if you both should’ve done this years ago. you’ve known each other for years!

pinkies and then hands were intwined together. as if they were supposed to fit together.

you both let go from the kiss, and smile at him, and indeed you were “burning red”. but it was “golden” between you two.

you looked up at him. “do you wanna come in?” you asked, as you held his hand in yours.

jonah smiled at you, admiring all your features as you were too. “yeah.. yeah! id love that..” he told you, now getting ready to exit his car, as you did as well.

you then take his hand in his, now walking towards your apartment block as jonah locks his car.

now you only see daylight, he was your daylight and you were his golden sun.

please don’t copy my work! <3

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— h4uerkings

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years

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Savage Sunset Chapter 2S

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I was so happy with the responses I got to chapter 1 🥰 Hope you all enjoy this too (/owo)/

Here is the corresponding chapter in the complementary story.

Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, heavy emotional distress, mentions of mass humans rights violations

It felt wrong going into the house alone–vampire hunters always worked in pairs, because the creatures were so dangerous that going up against one alone was practically a death sentence. Not only that, but Lex and Ari were rarely ever apart. They’d been fast friends ever since they were young, and then more than friends later. Ari had been Lex’s rock through some of the darkest moments of her life, through the tragic events that led to her becoming a vampire hunter in the first place.

It would definitely be counterproductive to make Ari walk on that leg, though. Lex watched as her partner opened the passenger’s side door in the van and sat with her leg stretched out. Ari made an irritated motion for her to get a move on.

So Lex walked back up onto the porch alone, hand gripping her knife. She was fairly certain the only vampire around was currently locked in the van, but that didn’t stop her from being afraid of there being more. She had to find any captives that were inside, and maybe she could find some clues as to what was going on here.

Back into the kitchen. The half-full bottle of blood lay spilled on the floor, cracked in the scramble of their fight. Lex’s boot crunched over the glass. The pool of blood on the floor was upsetting. There was just…so much of it.

She opened the fridge and looked in again. Just as before, gallons and gallons of blood. She took a few jugs and started to dump them down the sink, then halfway through, thought better of it and closed them again. The metallic scent hung heavy in the air.

She walked back into the dining room, checked the closet where she’d hidden. There were some clothes hanging up, but that was it.

Then the basement. She was…nervous about what she’d find there. But as she came down the stairs and flicked the light on, there weren’t any half-dead humans chained up as she’d feared.

There did appear to be a workstation of some sort, with laboratory glassware scattered about. Another basket of mushrooms. A container of some white powder. Metal shavings. A mortar and pestle, with orange sludge sitting in the bottom of it. She came over and tentatively sniffed the things, but could make no sense of what they could be for. There was a stack of hand-written notes sitting on top of a notebook, which she picked up to try and read. The handwriting was atrocious. She put it back.

She went back upstairs. The living room was bare except for a few stacks of books.

Up to the second floor. There were even less furnishings up here. The first bedroom, where thick blackout curtains had been stapled to the wall to cover the window completely. A cheap-looking cabinet with clothes folded inside. An unglamorous mattress sitting on the bare floor. She found a wallet next to the bed and flipped it open.

There was a photo ID inside. She thought this was ridiculous. Vampires’ entire society depended on the vicious kidnapping and murder of sentient human beings without an ounce of regret, on the most basic level, to feed itself. And they still did shit like have wallets and photo IDs. It just felt wrong. It felt too normal and human. She imagined the vampire going to some version of the DMV in the middle of the night. Taking a number and waiting behind a line of other vampires, to go talk to another vampire that would have him fill out vampire paperwork. Monsters that drained the life out of others shouldn’t be doing paperwork. Why are you filling out paperwork when there’s a whole section of your society performing mass human rights violations? Why aren’t you trying to do something about that every waking moment of your life? Their society depended on the fucking ghoulishness of human blood farms, but God forbid there were any vampires out there with fake IDs.

At any rate, the photo ID did tell her that the vampire’s name was Valen Kithrara, which of course didn’t mean anything at all to her because she couldn’t know what family names were commoners and which were indicative of nobility. Few hunters bothered to learn such details. They weren’t of much use. The people who did want to learn about vampires, like Nick, were mostly interested in learning how to hurt them more efficiently.

She sighed and opened the wallet all the way. Her eyes boggled to see that there was a few hundred dollars inside. Don’t mind if I do. She clicked her tongue and put the wallet in her pocket.

There was a second bedroom, which was completely empty. The bathroom, which had a damp towel on the floor. She retraced her steps through the hallway and found a door leading to the attic, which she climbed into with some effort. It was little more than a crawlspace. Absolutely empty.

She came back downstairs, baffled. The only things of any note had been the things in the basement. She should grab some of them, then have the other hunters come take another look to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

Where had all that blood come from? She’d expected to find human captives, and a lot of them. Where were they? Had he brought the blood with him from somewhere else? Was it animal blood? Vampires couldn’t just drink animal blood, that much everyone knew, otherwise it wouldn’t be necessary for them to do the things that caused them to have such poor relations with human society.

She came back downstairs, finding a box and moving some of the things into it, containers and glassware and the notebooks. She stared at the mortar and pestle very hard. The residue inside was the same color as the mushrooms. He’d been grinding them up for something, right? What was he trying to do? She stared at the workbench, very deep in thought, gears in her brain grinding to try and draw a conclusion.

She made sure she had as many clues as she could carry in the box, then went back upstairs. She set the box on the counter and opened the fridge again.

She brought one of the bottles to her nose, smelling it, brow creasing. It certainly smelled like blood to her. Vampire hunters had all smelled their fair share of blood, both human and vampire blood. The color and smell were certainly closer to human blood than vampire blood. She cautiously lifted the bottle to her lips and took a sip, then spit it out immediately because of how foul it tasted.

It was metallic, familiar from all the times she’d had blood in her mouth from getting the shit kicked out of her. She hadn’t known what she’d expected. She probably didn’t have a refined enough sense of taste or smell to get any useful information out of sampling blood this way. She sealed the bottle and put it in her box of clues.

She came outside. Ari looked relieved to see her walk out in one piece. “What’d you find?”

Lex came over and set the box on the ground next to Ari. “There was some sort of workstation. I gathered this stuff up from it.”

“Nobody else inside?”

“Not a soul…unless I missed them somehow.”

Ari huffed. “There’s got to be.”

“You’d think.”

Ari hobbled around the van to the back, throwing the doors open. The vampire locked inside flinched, facing away from the harsh sunlight she’d just let into the van.

“Hey, you,” said Ari.

“His name is Valen,” said Lexi. “I found his wallet.”

Ari rolled her eyes. “Fine. Valen.”

He turned his head back towards her.

“Don’t give me that look. Stop being a baby. We’re not even hurting you. The muzzle is padded, the cuffs aren’t bare silver. We could be being a lot meaner.”

“We did stab him,” Lex said, then fell silent as Ari glared daggers at her.

“My point is,” said Ari, trying to be intimidating as she stepped up into the van, but she stumbled and ended up having to do an undignified hop because of her leg. She recovered, dragging herself over to the coffin. “My point is, if you want us to continue not being mean, maybe you can help us out.”

His huge, watery eyes locked directly on her. She leaned over. “Where did all that blood come from? There weren’t any people in the house.”

Valen furrowed his brow.

“How do you want him to answer?” Lex piped up.

Ari once again glared at her. She frowned, then turned back. “They aren’t in the house?”

He shook his head.

“Are they nearby somewhere? Outside?”

He shook his head.

“Do you have captives at home?”

He shook his head. The tears started rolling down his cheeks again, down onto the muzzle, terror clearly growing as he sensed Ari’s mounting frustration.

Ari sneered. “Then where the hell did it come from? Is it animal blood?”

He nodded desperately.

“So you’re some special vampire that can drink animal blood instead of human blood?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath, grinding his jaw on the bit in his mouth.

“Erm, babe,” said Lex, clambering up beside her. “I’m not sure if this is really going to go anywhere. Listen, do you think that maybe…I don’t know, do you think he made it somehow?”

He nodded wildly, pulling his arms as though trying to gesture.

“Well, which is it, then?" Ari snapped. "Is it animal blood or did you make it somehow?”

He kept nodding.

Ari groaned. “Okay, this is pointless. We’re not gonna get any real answers out of him until we can find some way he can communicate without using persuasion.”

“No, no, listen, the stuff in the basement, it looked like…Well, I don’t know, I’m suspicious it might be that one.”

“Why would any vampire come all the way out here, set up camp in the middle of human territory, to make fake blood? Like, why would any vampire make fake blood at all when they can just get it from humans, let alone come all the way out here to do it?”

Lex deflated. “Well, I–I don’t know. I’m just guessing. There’s–There’s some notes, but I can’t really read the handwriting.”

“Well, let’s just hand it all over to Nick and see what he can make of it. And maybe someone there will have an idea of how to safely talk to him. We can get some pen and paper maybe.”

Ari stepped out of the van, cussing up a storm once again about her leg, limping. Lex turned back to look at their captured prey one more time.

She didn’t want to feel bad for him. She really didn’t. All available evidence pointed to him probably being a mass-murderer. He’d thoroughly thrashed both of them even while tied up. He was a monster by any definition.

But he was giving her puppy dog eyes. She’d never seen that before. It was so much easier to be mean to a vampire when they did what they usually did, which was act like a proper monster. He just looked so miserable and scared. Despite her best efforts to remember that was probably how his victims felt when he showed them no mercy, she did end up feeling bad for him. Her brain scrambled to try and concoct explanations for how maybe he wasn't actually bad, because she didn't want him to be, but how likely were they? Making blood? Did she really believe that?

But...

She leaned over the coffin once again, his puffy, pleading eyes snapping up to her. “Hey,” she said. “It’s gonna be all right. Okay? We’re just trying to keep everyone safe.”

He broke eye contact.

“Hey, Mother Teresa.” Ari was clearly also feeling guilty, because Lex knew Ari reacted to feeling guilty by getting grumpier. “When you’re done, let’s get moving.”

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jayjaysoulconsumer42 · 1 year

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i think i drew this last night at like 1am and the file name is 'kirbie comits homoside.png'

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t4tboblin · 11 days

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feeling crazy 🤪 thinking about bb pokemon au. here are bob, linda, tina, gene, and louise's teams, in that order. explanations under the cut :) feedback is welcome id love to hear yalls thoughts

Bob in my head, he never really did any battling or anything, pokemon are just sort of a thing that exists around him. so i tried to reflect that with his "team"

camerupt: his "starter"-basically a gift from his dad when he started the restaurant. its absolutely ancient and lives in the restaurant kitchen; it gets up in the morning and plods over to help heat up the grill and lies there all day, then in the evening gets back up and goes to lie in its bed. too old to go upstairs. same vibe as your 10 year old laptop that you only use for one specific thing but by god are you using it. subsists on grease. bob has offered it other food. it jsut likes grease.

vanillish: aka the ice cream maker. linda suggested they get a working pokemon for the restaurant and this was the result. pokemon make bob nervous a little bit but he was like. the dad who says you cant get a pet and then ends up obsessed with the pet. hes an objectmon lover at heart :') he doesnt really consider it "his pokemon" but hes definitely the closest to being its trainer. it sleeps in the walkin and seems to love it, so.

klefki: object mon. symbolizes his love of object mons. i think maybe his keys got haunted one day and he just went. well. this might as well happen. its very chill

applin: the most "pet-like" of any of bob's mons, applin snuck into their produce one day and instantly won bob over. it sits on his shoulder or on the counter while hes working. also come on. he has to have a food mon on his team.

pidove: bob doesnt HAVE a pidove but theres one that always hangs around near the restaurant and he likes looking at em

tandemaus: Tandemaus

Linda she actually started a Pokemon Journey TM as a kid but ended up going home after getting her first badge. she loved the experience though!

emolga: her starter. likes to perch on bobs head. he likes to complain about it. but shes a cuddly sweetheart so its hard NOT to love her

scrafty: one of the mons linda caught on her journey. frequent accomplice when she was hellraising as a child. surprisingly good at keeping the kids out of trouble now

morpeko: she actually got it from trading her shinx back during her journey ("ha! sucker! those things are a dime a dozen") but the shinx was shiny :') but morpeko is a perfect fit for her (gets mad when it doesnt eat vs "mom has to eat every 15 minutes or she turns into a monster"). first of her pokemon that bob managed to win over

oricorio: a gift from her parents when she was in high school, long after shed come home from her journey. shes never changed its form and may or may not know she can even do that

zigzagoon: she doesnt actually have one, but theres a colony in the alley that she loves watching. theres a few galarian zigzagoon in there too, but in my mind The King is hoenian

tandemaus: Tandemaus

Tina by far the trickiest one for me. she doesnt want to be a trainer, but she does think contests are kinda cool

Munna: her first mon. bob and linda got her to help with her night terrors. also helps her remember good dreams so she can write about them in her diary/eff

Mudbray: i think tina starts volunteering at a pokemon daycare and this is one of the eggs that pops up. the trainer lets her keep it, but it has to live at the daycare ("for now!") because a Horse is not fitting in their apartment

Ponyta: tina's dream partner pokemon is a galarian rapidash. as much as i would love to see her dream come true im not convinced it will. however i can say with confidence that she'll have her very own ponyta one day :)

Hitmontop: reference to her capoeira era (rhyme unintended) also i like the idea of tina getting into martial arts in general

ralts: she wanted to catch a Dance-related pokemon to impress jimmy jr buuuuut she couldnt find a kirlia so. ralts. itll evolve someday! and then be really cool! but she kinda likes how awkward it is. its sweet. no shes not projecting. leave her alone

Drifloon: i like the idea of her zombie-fixation carrying over to ghost types. she found drifloon down by the pier and thinks its cute. bob thinks its definitely killed children before. but its very well behaved so the balloon stays

Gene definitely not a trainer either LOL if anything he wants to do pokemon musicals. all his mons are pretty much just performance partners

Loudred: his first mon, gifted to him as a whismur. bob and linda regret it significantly more now that its. not that. basically a standin for his megaphone

(Shiny) Eevee: aka Ken. he finds him walking home from school one day and hides him in his room for... longer than youd expect. by the time bob and linda found out it was way too late to kick ken out. something something trans-coded trainers having eevees

Spoink: also gets brought in off the street; gene just has a way of befriending stray mons. its a great match for his energy

his other three mons (Squawkabilly, Kricketune, and Chatot) he meets when hes older. i imagine grown-up him would have a whole flock of chatot living outside his apartment. linda hates kricketune though

Louise shes gonna be. the very best. like NO ONE ever was. fairy is the perfect type for her-cute, kinda weird, ridiculously strong

Igglybuff: as a wee one she saw wigglytuff and was obsessed and begged and begged her parents for one. she was significantly less impressed when she saw its first form but thats ok, theyre still buddies. and once her DUMB PARENTS will let her battle, shes gonna evolve that sucker into the wigglytuff of her dreams

Mimikyu: not her first pokemon, but definitely her partner. she finds it creeping around the apartment and demands to keep it. come on its cute creepy and powerful, shes eating that up

Ribombee: she gets him "second hand" and sneaks him into school with her. louise likes that hes a weird bug.

Togepi: a gift from her family on her 10th b-day-or at least the egg is. she watches that thing like a hawk and when it hatches she is DELIGHTED ("this must be what childbirth feels like!" "mm. yeah. pretty much the same.")

Morgrem: she catches this sucker in high school and they get into all kinds of mischief

Tinkatink: come on, shes just a little guy. look at her. louise cant just leave her out in the cold. no of course she isnt going to let her hit rocks at people or whack her parents toes. she'll be a perfect saint, honest.

#original #bob's burgers #i cant explain where this came from i just got really excited thinking abt belcher pokemon #i think bob would not want the kids to have pokemon really. bc theyre expensive and big and kinda scary. but linda would talk him into it #i think hed have a 'bob fires the kids'-esque moment where hes like wait #i didnt get to have pkmn growing up. i cant force my kids to live like that #meanwhile i think linda cut her adventure short bc gayle. really did not take it well #so she got her first badge and went well i know i CAN do it now. good enough. and went home #but obv she wants to let her kids do it if they want #poor louise is the only one who wants to and theyre not letting her go until shes 13 so she has a long wait ahead of her #louise wants to be a gym leader or elite 4 even so shes like gotta get the monotype going now. luckily she LOVES fairy #tina and gene wouldnt have 1 type but i think bob would be fire and linda would be electric. if they did the whole trainer thing #wow a lot of tag rambling on this one. anyway #bob #linda #tina #gene #louise

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An email I won’t send to my english teacher:

i remember when you told me it was okay to vent in you mail. you have no idea how much i need this right now; i also remeber you said you wouldnt read it so if you do, please dont tell me you did.

how do we deal with emotions when were too ashamed to share them? i have a willing support system yes i keep choosing to stay quiet over talking about everything thats on my mind. i don't want to be an inconvenience, i don't want too be extra. because the truth is i feel like shit but maybe this is something everyone deals with and im being a pussy. then im just being pathetic in front of people for no reason, yknow? sounds crude but thats the way i feel. i had a dream last night i was staying at a beach house i went to with my family when i was little, everyone was there and my dad let my dog out through the front door. I yelled at him to let her back in becuase shed get lost, and he replied "We have to let her go." Then she just walked away; at the moment it made sense to me, so i walked back inside. Then I caught a sort of conciousness, I realized she was here, she wasnt real but she was here and I ran out after her. I ran as hard as i could, as hard as i knew she wouldve ran at the first chance to have a free space and i caught up to her by the shore. Some of my aunts were already there, they said something about me going after her "...again, like always."

She ran into the water with me trailing right behind her, i woke up before i got to the deep end. Nothing is the same when you lose a love that pure, that close to home. I lost her and I feel like I have no home; I come back to a house, and a bed that isn’t my own. My bed is always covered in fluffy white dog hair, especially the top left pillow where she sleeps. This bed smells clean, no trace of you anymore. Ive broken down twice today and made my poor boyfriend late to work because he knew i didnt want to be alone. He usually takes me to school, and this morning my mom left extra early, so i was home alone at the time. Worst part? Couldnt get the words out. I planned out how id vent and feel better but its the same everytime, im blocked off by the thought of my feelings being an inconvenience, or not important enough to vent and take someone elses time and energy because of. Im tired of carrying all this pain and guilt with me everywhere i go.

i run as fast as i can from my mind but i just keep running into myself, all the ways i fail myself and others, then have the gaul to sit and cry about it, to feel bad instead of becoming better. I feel and havent done enough for the ones around me to share my pain. But between you and me; yo extraño a mi cosita demasiado y pienso en ella todos los dias. Tengo miedo que sea debil, miedo de decir como me siento y que nadie entienda, que quede como inventora. Siento que para sentirme como me siento me debio haber pasado algo horrible, porque algo no puede acabar de abrir la puerta para que todo lo que tengo adentro salga? o algo horrible tal vez no me ayude, tal vez solo se añada al vaso de lagrimas que tengo en mi corazon. Porque mi dolor me ahoga si no creo que sea tan profundo para volverme loca? Porque si no siento que merezco llorar, sufro tanto? Si lo entendiera, cambiaría ? Dime si estoy perdiendo mi tiempo buscando una respuesta en vano, para si no me sirve, perder el tiempo dibujando en vez de.

#poetry #mental health #grief #dealing with grief #pet loss #quotes #poem

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Knocked over , lost bad. Iftart 31.3.2023

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I am so unsettled with all that is happening, discombobulated....is the word. I feel as if truly everything around me is falling to pieces. Each day I feel that this country is becoming more and more like Nazi Germany. This morning when I got up and looked at the headlines of the Time of Israel I just felt like going back to bed and pulling the blankets over my head. I can't seem to settle down to anything.

Amongst other things, on the personal level, I lost my little bag with the ID and credit card. This is no time to be without an ID with all the demonstrations going on and I went the next day to apply for a new one at the Ministry of the Interior. This was on Sunday when I was with Daphne. Last night a man phoned from the Dan Panorama and said that one of their visitors, Sheldon Wolff, had found the bag on the ground and brought it to him. He left his card in the bag so I have just written to thank him.

Today I was up at 5 to go to the checkpoint. We took bedding and clothes which I had got from one of the women here and also all sorts of good things. Kamal, our driver, is such a good person and after our last visit he and his family collected money and took meat and all sorts of other products to the family on the first day of Ramadan. We also gave Kamal money and my friend, Shlomit, with whom I go to the DCO also gave but that we gave to Kamal as we do not want to set a precedent and he said that he and his family would help to buy new clothes for the children.

But then it turned out that the man from the hotel would only be there in the afternoon and I also had an appointment for a CT and then there is a demonstration this evening that I want to go to. The weather is bitterly cold and it took two buses to the hotel there and back so I cancelled the CT. I feel so disorganized but the situation is so tense that I wanted the old ID even if it is no longer valid as a backup with the receipt for the new one.

What can I say about what is happening here.

Right-wing activists accost, threaten ‘leftist’ drivers at 2 kibbutz entrances

Crowd burns tires, throws stones, demands community residents praise Netanyahu, Ben Gvir in order to get home, in the latest in a series of aggressive acts by government supporters

https://www.timesofisrael.com/right-wing-activists-accost-threaten-leftist-drivers-at-2-kibbutz-entrances/

And the PDF at the bottom is also terrifying. What is not said there is that the police can go to any house under the pretext that they are looking for arms and I am sure that it will be used also for any activist whom they wish to frighten. And now that Netanyahu has given Ben Gvir the go ahead for his stormtroopers militia I can just imagine how that law will be used. And also this statement with the remark at the end

National guard will target ‘lack of governance,’ terror, nationalistic and organized crime and illegal firearms proliferation; demonstrators protest plan

But last night seven of us went down to friends in Hebron to join them in a meal after the end of Ramadan for the day. It was rather funny as someone mentioned that we were two peoples sitting in different time. Israel has gone over to daylight saving which I dislike as I always mention when we do and the Palestinians have remained in real time. Not for political reasons but to make life easier. At the end of Ramadan they will go over to summer time but until then they will remain with the old clock as that way

they have one hour less to fast.

We drove all the way to Hebron in pouring rain. We are so welcomed by all the family. It will be very sad next Ramadan and I hope they will invite us as the couple that are close to them are leaving for Germany. We did not speak about it. It is a very painful subject.

When we left we each left with a plate of food. This is enough for me for an army so tomorrow Saturday I have invited people to come and share with me for lunch,

I think when I get back from the demonstration tonight.....and I just realised that I can not use Gett with the credit card system so I have to make sure to have enough money on me. I am definitely taking a taxi. I just feel too tired and tense to take a bus in this weather and at night. In fact what I would really like to do now is to take a double vodka and two sleeping pills and get into bed. I don't think I have ever felt so shaky. I have the heating on but still feel cold.

The previous night was not so happy. It was freezing cold ...in fact I put on three layers which I never do. I was very tired and felt very listless but this was a demonstration against the proposed stormtrooper law of Ben Gvir. Everything was quiet..Some of those on the right were standing with signs which said that the Torah is more important than democracy but no one bothered to speak to them. As I always say if it were the other way around anyone on the left doing such a thing at a rally of the right would be torn to pieces. As it is one the ladies I know said that that when she was walking back from the Knesset she found herself with a group of those and they started throwing water at her. The police saw this and did nothing!

We were only about 200 and they hemmed us in with police bars. I try to keep to where is it quiet but it does not always work. Suddenly some policemen came running to where I was leaning and pulled the bars back. I started to try to get out of their way and one of them as he came past pushed me.... not intentionally but they come in with such force they do not look at what they are doing and I went staggering, eventually landing on my back. Immediately a group of people surrounded me and helped me get up. I was not hurt but my ass was sore this morning. One young woman stuck with me and then said that a reporter from Ha'aretz wanted to speak to someone. Aft first I said not and then she said it is important that we all speak up, especially the old people like you. So I did and then she offered to drive me home. At first because it was completely out of her way but she insisted and I was so cold and tired and tense after this week that I gratefully accepted.

Today I went to see Tar instead of going to Sheikh Jarrar. I was suitably punished . I am thinking of whom is the person I loathe most of all and will tell them to go and see an absolutely wonderful movie

Shabbat Shalom

Cellphone preferable

#Knocked over lost bad. Iftart 31.3.2023

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These boots... (Pages 6&7)

<<Previous//(First Page)//Next>>

[ID: Two pages from the TMA Gerry-centered comic altering These Boots Are MAde For Walking’s lyrics.

These pages switch the perspective from Gerry’s to Jon’s. The first page starts with Jon looking at a board where he pinned and connected illegible notes and pictures, the only discernable one looking like Gerry’s headshot. We then move to Gerry, basking in the sun against a blue sky, sunglasses holding his hair back. Two eyes open wide around his face and we see him turning towards Andrea Nunis, spotting her, his expression shifting from surprised to annoyed.

Then, we see him sitting at Andrea’s table in a shadowed street, where she is entirely blue, demonstrating the Lonely’s grip on her. His eyes and tattoos are glowing. From the café’s window, the Archivist is watching, surround with eyes. The lyrics go “You keep helping, when you ought to be resting.”

The second page is entirely in blue and teal nuances, reminding of hospital gowns. The first panel shows Gerry’s face frozen in shock, a lighting going through his head as he has a seizure. We then move to a hospital room at night where Gerry lays on the bed, asleep, his boots and coat arranged neatly in the foreground. On the chair near the bed, the Archivist is sitting, a tape recorder in hand and the Admiral on his lap, still surrounded with eyes. Then, we see the same hospital room in the daylight, as a nurse opens the door and finds it empty, the bedsheets folded, the window broken, a thank you note replacing the coat and boots. The last image is one of Gerry walking out of the hospital, seen from above. The text says “You keep running, where you ought to be staying.” Signed: Meaningless Mikhaïl. End ID.]

Finally!

So, first verse+chorus took two pages, second verse+chorus took three pages, halfway through the last verse and already two pages. Why.

On a side note, this comic is experimental for me. It’s not really cohesive from page-to-page, but it’s my first time drawing anything so long so I just... try anything I want to try. So I can figure out what I like most for future comics. Actually choose some sort of “style” instead of just... trying to make things work? If that makes sense.

And look, I used panels in the second one, like someone that knows what a comic is.

(No but sincerely, between those two pages, I had a few days without the possibility to use my tablet so I went and thought “Okay, I always struggle with composing the page when all the individual drawings are done, I will do some research and copy layouts from comics/mangas/other stuff I can find in my library. I opened a manga. And I was. Oh. Panels. Oh. Those things exist. Nice. No idea how I could forget this. But, ah, well.)

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Stanley Hotel: Part 7

“Welcome, to the Stanley Hotel.” Sam said in a dramatic voice as he opened the door. Colby scoffed.

“What are you talking about, we’re already at the Stanley Hotel.” He said. At that moment, they were hit with a very musty smell. Everyone coughed and groaned at the smell.

“Oh! It smells like, old woman.” Sam said, scrunching his nose up. [Y/N] felt kind of nervous in this room. She rang her hands together, trying to keep her nerves together.

“Nothing’s worse than the smell of old people.” Jake said. Corey looked at [Y/N].

“What do you feel here, [Y/N]?” He asked. [Y/N] took a deep breath.

“Well, I feel, kind of nervous. Like, something doesn’t really want us here,” she said. Everyone looked at each other with slightly terrified faces. “But, I also feel, kind of safe in this room. I feel like now, I’m sort of welcomed here.” She said, her body posture visibly relaxed. They continued to look around the room.

“This room is so, unmodern,” Sam said. He then walked over to the corner of the room. “And then you see this thing. Some like, high tech thermostat looking thing.” He said, making everyone chuckle.

“You know Mrs. Wilson, that like, maid lady that cleans everything up? Colby asked. He was still filming while Sam stood to his right and Corey, Jake and [Y/N] were all sitting on the bed. [Y/N] nodded.

“Yeah.” She said. Colby looked at Sam.

“What if, we purposefully mess up the room, leave, and then come back and see if she’s cleaned it up.” Colby said. Sam nodded in agreement.

“I’m down for that.” He said. Colby looked at [Y/N].

“What do you think, babe?” He asked. [Y/N] sighed.

“Um, I think that it could be a good idea, especially if that’s what she’s most known for is like, cleaning up the bed sheets in the rooms, but I really, really want you guys to be careful,” she said. Everyone now turned their attention to the Medium. “I know that earlier I said that I felt like we were sort of welcomed here, but that could all change in an instant if we are not careful and if we upset the wrong spirit,” she said. Colby nodded and looked at Sam.

“Yeah, that’s true.” He said.

“Despite the research we did before coming here and all of the stories we’ve heard from the staff, we, honestly have no idea what other spirits are here besides Mrs. Wilson,” she counted off the spirits that they were aware of on her fingers. “Lucy, that girl who was the squatter, and the butler who supposedly walks up and down the halls of the fourth floor.” She said. Corey looked at everyone in shock.

“Yo! I completely forgot about the butler!” He said. Sam nodded.

“Yeah, I did to. And, honestly, I think we should listen to what [Y/N] is saying. Especially with what she told us she encountered when she first came here. We have no idea what other spirits are here or what they’re capable of.” He said. “I still think we should do it all, like, just to make sure. Like, leave lollipops out, open all of the doors at night,” Sam said. Just then, Corey’s phone went off, someone was calling him. Corey held up his phone. Sam and the others looked at him. “Are you still getting spam calls?” Sam asked. Ever since they went to the Biltmore Hotel, Corey had been getting random phone calls from an unknown number. Every time he would answer it, there would be no one on the other end. Corey shook his head and hit the red end call button.

“No.” He said. [Y/N] turned and looked at him.

“You’re not going to answer it?” She asked. Corey shook his head and laughed.

“No.” He said. “Dude, I haven’t gotten a random phone call that says No Caller ID since the Biltmore Hotel.” He said.

“Since the Biltmore Hotel?” Sam asked.

“So that’s like, about a month, right?” [Y/N] asked. Corey got up to move away from the bed when his phone went off again.

“No wait, dude, listen!” Colby shouted, pointing to Corey’s phone.

“Oh boy.” Jake said. On the phone screen, was the same exact No Caller ID that had been on his phone not even a minute earlier. Jake reached for the phone.

“I’ll answer it.” He said. Corey rushed over.

“No, no, no. Don’t answer it.” He said, picking up his phone.

“Answer it dude,” Colby said. “We have to answer it.” He said. [Y/N] looked at everyone.

“If he doesn’t want to answer it, he doesn’t want to answer it. It’s his phone he can do what he wants.” She snapped. Everyone went silent, the only sound was the ringing of Corey’s phone. Colby frowned at her. She never snapped at them, unless they were doing something stupid and messing with something the shouldn’t that could possibly endanger their lives.

“Hey, you okay babe? You never normally snap like that.” He said. [Y/N] sighed and rubbed her temples.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I’m fine. It’s just, this place really has me on edge. I mean, think about it. Corey hasn’t gotten a call like that in a month, a whole month, and then we come here and he gets two calls with the exact same thing; No Caller ID.” She said. Sam sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, but remember at Griffith Park, the exact same thing happened and it was just Spectrum. It might just be like, a Wi-Fi thing.” He said. Jake looked up at Corey from his place on the bed.

“YOLO man, you should answer it.” He said. Corey looked down at his phone then back up.

“Too late.” He said. They started talking about other instances when the phone, whether it was one of the boys’ personal phones or the hotel phone that rang and no one answered on the other line, when Corey’s phone went off a third time. This was really freaking [Y/N] out. Sam and Colby looked at Corey in shock and slight excitement.

“Dude, you should answer it.” Sam said.

“You gotta answer it, Corey.” Colby said.

“You can’t even block them. Since they have No Caller ID you can’t even block the number.” Jake said, making [Y/N] nod. Corey looked at [Y/N].

“[Y/N]?” He asked. [Y/N] sighed.

“Y-you should probably answer it. Cause they’re probably going to keep calling if you don’t answer it and that’s probably more annoying than like,” she said. Corey nodded and sighed. He picked up his phone.

“What if a fan got my number?” He asked. He answered the phone.

“Put it on speaker.” Sam said. Corey answered the phone and put it on speaker. Everyone gathered close to Corey, trying to hear if it was just a Wi-Fi call or something different. Corey turned the volume up.

“Hello?” Corey asked, listening for a response. It was silent. No static. Nothing. “Hello?” Corey asked again. Again, nothing. Corey ended the call. Sam and Colby looked at each other in shock.

“What?!” Sam shouted. [Y/N] sighed and shook her head. She didn’t like this. “Dude, I don’t even think I have service!” Sam shouted, looking down at his phone. Colby looked at [Y/N].

“You good, babe?” He asked. [Y/N] sighed and gave a tight lip smile.

“Honestly, no. I don’t like that that happened.” She said. Jake smiled slightly.

“Well, none of us did. Corey answered and there was no response. That was already creepy.” He said. [Y/N] shook her head.

“No, you guys aren’t listening!” She snapped again, making everyone jump. “Corey’s phone rang three times! What does three normally stand for?” She asked. Everyone looked at each other, confused as to what the Medium was trying to say. “Three, in the paranormal sense, it’s a mocking of the Holy Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. And three is also the witching hour. Three o’clock in the morning.” She said. Realization dawned on all of them.

“Oh my God!” Corey shouted. [Y/N] nodded.

“Exactly. That is why I don’t like that. Plus it’s still sunny out. And Corey has already gotten three calls from an unknown number and the third time he answers, there’s no one there.” She said. At that moment, his phone called again. Everyone started freaking out. They moved away from the bed, all except Jake.

“Dude, it’s doing it again!” Colby shouted. Jake picked up the phone.

“Don’t, don’t answer it, Jake.” Corey said. The others agreed. Jake looked up at [Y/N].

“I guess that proves your three theory wrong.” He said. [Y/N] sighed. He looked at her. “Why have you been so snappy? You’ve never snapped at us unless there was a reason.” He said. Sam nodded.

“Yeah. Are, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked gently. [Y/N] sighed and ran her hands down her face.

“I-I think, I guess it’s just my nerves getting the better of me. I haven’t been back here in, in such a long time.” She said. She sighed. “I-I think I just need some time to breath and be alone.” She said. Colby sighed.

“I-I really don’t think that’s a good idea, babe. Remember what you said about the entity that you faced that one time? What if it comes for you when you’re alone. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said. [Y/N] looked at Colby.

“I appreciate your concern, but I really just need some time alone. I need to collect my thoughts. Please give me our room key.” She said. Colby sighed and got the room key out of his pocket. He handed it to her.

“If anything happens, you either call for either one of us. We are right next door.” He said. [Y/N] sighed and nodded.

“I will.” She said. Colby gently kissed her on the forehead. She opened the door and left. Sam looked at Colby and the others.

“That was really, really weird.” Corey said. Sam nodded.

“Yeah. She’s never raised her voice or snapped at us unless there was a good reason for it.” He said. Colby sighed.

“I-I think we just need to keep an eye on her. This place is obviously freaking her out, so I think the best thing to do is to give her some time and see how she’s feeling. I just don’t like the fact that she’s alone.” He said.

Back in room 427, the room that [Y/N] was sharing with Colby, she was sitting on the bed, her eyes closed and breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm her nerves. That’s when she felt it. She froze. She felt the same, hateful and angry spirit she had encountered all those years ago. She straightened her back and took breathed out.

“You can’t hurt me. I am stronger than you. I have the power of God on my side. I am not afraid of you. You have no power here.” She recited the words that the Medium had told her to say. She felt the energy grow stronger and stronger. She tried to not let her fear show. She kept reciting the words. The energy felt like it was pressed up against her back. All of the sudden, she heard something that made her blood run cold. She heard an almost, demonic growl in her ear.

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Taglist:

@werewolfbanshee-love

@crystal-multiplefandomlover

@yor72

//Bum, bum, bum! [Y/N] has her first encounter with the spirit she felt all those years ago. What do you think will happen next? Will [Y/N] stay and do continue to do the investigation? Or will she leave and return to the safety of California without the boys? Find out in The Stanley Hotel, Part 8.//

#sam and colby imagine #colby x reader #sam golbach #colby brock #jake webber #corey scherer #stanley hotel

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

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your-nanas-house · 3 years

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My dolly (part 3)

pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

warnings: smut, fluff, nudity?

words: 2245

summary: Jerome and Reader go on holiday

note: I apologise for the English and if there are any mistakes. I tried to write smut, I hope it didn’t get too cringey...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

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It had only been a day since they had arrived at their destination, "Bora Bora".

The surprise Jerome had given Y/n were two tickets, obviously stolen, but the thought counts, right?, in first class, to that island paradise.

The couple had managed to get on the plane without being recognised at the airport thanks to their costumes and the fake IDs they had made shortly before Lila's death to be able to leave the circus and start a new life together.

Jerome had managed to rent, probably with death threats or stolen money, a house that faced the ocean.

It was a sort of small two-storey chalet with a terrace looking out over the water with stairs leading downwards, allowing them to enter the ocean without having to make long trips to the beach or anything else.

On the terrace there was a big Jacuzzi directly in the floor, a dining table centred closer to the glass window and the door leading into the house, sun loungers placed in the sun with an umbrella next to them if you were looking for shade and a swing right on the water.

There was also a sort of platform lower than the floor of the terrace where you could jump or sit and just get your feet in the water, connected to the stairs that led you into the ocean water.

Inside the little chalet there were several rooms, on the ground floor everything was more 'open' with the living room and kitchen all connected and a bathroom.

While upstairs, reached by a ladder, were the bedrooms and other bathrooms.

The room they had chosen to use was the largest one, with a king-size bed and a small balcony facing the side with the best view.

There was also a huge window in the roof where you could see the sky.

You could cover it with a curtain when you wanted to by simply pulling a cord next to the bed.

As soon as the couple arrived they excitedly reached the chalet to put down the various suitcases they had brought with them and ended up exploring the surroundings, the building they were going to call their short honeymoon home and went straight to the beach.

It was late morning when Jerome woke up because of the light hitting his face one more time that morning, he turned his face towards the balcony seeing the curtains almost completely closed, frowning slightly not remembering that he had done so yesterday after or before the night of passion spent under the sheets with his dolly. As soon as he remembered what had happened the night before he came back to reality realizing also where they were at that moment, in Bora Bora, on holiday...together, he sighed peacefully starting to smirk with a stupid giggle at the thought of his doll moving his arm closer to the other side of the bed with the intention of grabbing her being disappointed as soon as he felt only the sheet and not the warm and naked body of his sweetie. He turned around slightly confused not expecting to find himself alone in the huge bed.

The ginger started to pull himself up into a sitting position to go see where his dolly had gone as he began to look around while still sitting in bed. He found a note on his bedside table with the handwriting of Y/n

"Good morning love of my life, don't worry, I simply went to get some food for the two of us. When you wake up, come downstairs so we can have breakfast together, I love you,

Your wife"

Yep, his wife, they had married quickly, without any great ceremony, before their holiday made it into a sort of honeymoon.

Jerome got up calmly, putting the note on the bedside table, going downstairs without bothering to put on any clothes, smiling as he heard the sound of Y/n's melodious voice singing as she listened to music on the radio and finished preparing their breakfast.

She finished cutting up the last pieces of fruit to add to the breakfast, turning to place everything in the dish, noticing out of the corner of her eye her man's flaming hair starting to smile widely and turning to him freezing as soon as she noticed he hadn't put anything on before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Jerome's malicious smile widened as he noticed how his gorgeous wife's eyes were checking him out. Moving away from the door jamb where he had been leaning he moved towards her "like what you see, doll? ", Y/n looked up and met his eyes smiling raising an eyebrow impressed "I can't say I can complain", Jerome smiled at that bringing his face closer to hers planting a kiss on the tip of her nose giggling when she curled her face adorably kissing her now on the forehead "you're so adorable, baby girl", he hugged her starting to kiss her neck pulling her closer to him as she pouted at his comment "I'm not adorable", Jerome chuckled into her neck sending shivers down her spine, getting up to kiss her jaw now murmuring "oh, yes you are, my", he was interrupted by a spontaneous moan coming out of his throat and a wave of pleasure running through his entire body, he lowered his gaze to his south area seeing Y/n's hand continue to palm him there. He dropped his face again hiding it in her neck letting out silent moans of pleasure giggling breathlessly "not just adorable, dirty too" he let out a guttural moan slowly getting closer and closer to the final pleasure, whining as he no longer felt his wife's warm and capable hand where he needed it most.

He opened again the eyes he had closed as he prepared to receive the release he so craved at that moment, meeting her gaze as she smiled evilly at the state she had brought him to. Taking a piece of peach she had cut earlier eating it peacefully ignoring her husband's whines of disapproval grabbing and carrying the breakfast platter outside to the terrace where she had set the table earlier.

Jerome followed hugging her from behind as soon as she stopped returning to the treatment he was giving to her neck moving closer and closer to her ear managing to suck in the right places making her relax in his grip "oh come on dolly, finish what you started..you can't leave your handsome husband so needy, can you? ", he returned to leaving kisses on her neck and shoulders ignoring her snorting laughter, rubbing himself against her bottom, slowly lowering his hand that was flat on her abdomen down, slightly lifting the shirt she was wearing reaching for the spot he wanted. He opened his eyes wide realizing she wasn't wearing any underwear, smiling wider kissing her behind the ear purring "I really hope you didn't go like this to get us food, angel." the girl just let out a satisfied breath, leaning her head back against her husband's shoulder as he continued to massage her clit in quick circles, moaning into her neck with each movement of her pelvis against his fingers to find friction while also managing to rub against his cock with her bottom.

The ginger began to speed up his movements on her clit as soon as he noticed his beloved was close to her release, groaning at her sudden push against his crotch trying not to come immediately because of her movements and angelic moans during the ecstasy of pleasure that came just as fast as his own.

As soon as they were done they cleaned themselves up, Jerome sat down in the chair with a smile on his face taking her in for a cuddle after sex, hugging her tightly to himself eating breakfast as they pondered what to do with their day.

As it began to get afternoon they moved from the table chairs to the swing to find some shade and continue to relax together.

Jerome was sitting calmly in a comfortable position looking at the view around them lost in thought with Y/n lying with her legs resting on his lap doing the same while eating some ice cream they had gotten earlier. The girl's attention shifted to the ginger, admiring his form and how he looked so divine around such a heavenly location. She cracked into a smile as she decided to pull herself up into a sitting position and began kissing his shoulder without taking her eyes off his face, continuing her kissing scheme as she reached his jaw, smiling against the scarred skin of his cheek as she heard Jerome's purr; he looked away from the view in front of him to see a much better one that was his dolly still wearing only a tropical shirt that wasn't even fully closed. He took her by the waist settling her in his lap keeping his gaze fixed on her y/e/c eyes returning the smile she was giving him gently caressing her face continuing to admire her beauty.

Y/n turned her face to meet Jerome's hand and kissed it turning her look back to his, cupping his jaw pecking at his lips "what goes on in that beautiful little head of yours? you've never been so quiet" she smiled moving slightly away from the ginger's face noticing his expression, tilting her head slightly imitating it making him chuckle.

Jerome sighed rubbing her naked thighs meeting her eyes again spitting out what had been running through his head all day after the events of that morning "I want an heir," Y/n's smile turned into a slightly confused one "an heir? are you talking about children? Jerome Valeska is talking about children with his WIFE, who would have thought it, and to think that marriage wasn't even an option when we were growing up... "Jerome silenced her by kissing her and laying her back down on the swing starting a make out session that got more and more heated as he started to move his hands higher reaching her boobs squeezing and massaging them moving his warm hands under her shirt starting to play with her nipples, beginning to attack her neck with loving bites as soon as she broke the kiss to get some air "Whoa, Yo, tiger, you can't bring a conversation like this to the table and then act like nothing happened," Jerome chuckled lightly into her neck, meeting Y/n's stare quickly pecking her cheek as he moved closer to her ear, "but I'm in need of my beautiful wife's care," the young woman snorted a laugh taking his face back continuing their session.

time skip

The colours of the sunrise that were projected all over the house thanks to the many windows made Jerome look even more attractive, in the mind of Y/n, who had just woken up from an afternoon nap and ended up staring at her husband who was peacefully watching outside the window of their bedroom balcony the sun lowering more and more, admiring the colours and the lights, so rapt by the spectacle in front of him that he didn't notice his wife's kisses on his back, smiling happily as soon as he noticed, intertwining his fingers with hers, who was now behind him and had stopped kissing his freckled, muscular back, resting her chin on his shoulder as she watched the sunrise with him, not wanting, just like Jerome, for that moment to end.

Smiling softly at the ginger gesture of kissing her hand, she gently kissed all his scars, slowly taking him back to bed for evening cuddles as soon as the sunrise was over.

Their honeymoon continued well...definitely well, more time under the covers than on the beach.

But no matter how much they wanted to stay, everything has an end sooner or later, and so it was with their honeymoon in Bora Bora.

They returned to Gotham, happy and relaxed reaching thanks to a trusted follower of Y/n again their flat starting to walk upstairs.

Y/n was the first to enter the flat freezing noticing the lock had been broken, turning quickly to Jerome who was on his way up carrying his two suitcases, with a smile still on his face that dropped as soon as he saw the look on his dolly's face, he turned his attention to the door seeing what was wrong, doing to look for a weapon in the suitcase stopping as soon as he saw Y/n already had it in her hand and was entering the apartment looking for the intruder not finding anyone but returning with a note in her hand. Jerome walked closer to her noticing the note, the young woman looked up meeting his eyes "I found it on the kitchen counter" she handed it to him and he took it curiously reading it starting to get angry

"My dear Y/n,

not much has been heard since the death of my dear brother. I wanted to visit you to see how you were doing and to propose something to you, I have a plan for Gotham and I would like you to be a part of it...not just as a co-worker, but I would like to discuss it with you face to face, my dearest.

Love,

Jeremiah."

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flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash · 3 years

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Irresistible Danger - Part 57

Synopsis: After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,388

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: We’re interrupting the emotions and angst for a healthy dose of smut in this one.

A Wonderfully Well-F*cked Morning

You drifted to consciousness on a wave of pleasure, the sensations happening below your waist causing you to automatically arch your back and reach down. When your fingers came in contact with thick, soft hair at the same time that a wet tongue hit your clit, your brain finally decided to come online. Eyes opening in surprise, you looked down and found the breathtaking visual of Negan’s gorgeous face buried between your thighs.

Holy shit, what a way to start the day.

Glancing up, his mouth curled in a soul-stealing grin at the sight of you awake and watching. His “mornin’ doll” was spoken directly to your soaked cunt, the rumbled vibration of the words making you give a small moan and open your thighs wider, so he could do as he wished.

And, apparently, what he wished was to drive you absolutely mad with desire. The distant and withdrawn Negan of last night was gone, and in his place was the playful and passionate man before you. He teased with soft kisses along the crease at the top of your thigh and lazy laps of his tongue that just barely grazed where you needed them. When you tried to lift your hips in search of more friction, his large hands pinned them to the mattress.

It wasn’t long before you had a deathgrip on his hair, thighs trembling, and even the muscles in your stomach starting to quiver. And yet still he continued, the devilish gleam in his eyes when he glanced up at you while gently sucking your clit almost enough to send you over the edge, until he backed off and went back to nipping at your inner thighs instead.

You were just about to beg, plead, and promise whatever he wanted, including your soul, when a muffled knocking sound broke through the top layer of hazy desire shrouding you. Negan ignored the noise, continuing with his delicious torture so that you almost instantly forgot the sound had ever happened. But then it came again a few seconds later, this time loud and sharp...and right outside the bedroom door.

Letting go of his hair and jolting up onto your elbows, you looked down at Negan with wide eyes. He had finally lifted his head from your pussy, the sight of his lips glistening with your wetness causing a soft moan to escape that you prayed whoever was at the door didn’t hear.

“Fucking leave!” he yelled in that no-nonsense tone that both terrified and yet also made an extra trickle of wetness run down your thigh.

The voice that responded was muffled through the door, but still unmistakably Simon. “Sorry, boss, but there’s a situation that needs your urgent attention in meeting room C.”

Cursing harshly, Negan dropped his forehead to your lower stomach for a few seconds before lifting his head and yelling back, “I’ll fucking be there in 5!”

You stared in the direction of the office and listened for a few seconds until the unmistakable sound of Simon banging the door closed sounded (perhaps a bit louder than needed, as if he was letting you know that he was gone). You turned back to Negan, who now had a devious smirk on his face as he looked up at you.

Giving a doubtful expression, you said, “Only five minutes?”

“Oh, doll,” he chuckled, head ducking down so the rest was muffled against your wet flesh. “That’s plenty of time.”

It was then that you realized just how much he had been toying with you before, as his demeanor instantly changed from playful to intense, and he set to work on your cunt. He knew just where to nip and lick, and when he latched onto your clit and sucked with the perfect amount of pressure, you shot off like a rocket, coming in less than a minute from when Simon had left.

Still panting and sprawled across the mattress, you watched dazedly as he got up and went to his armoire for clothes to get dressed. He winced when tucking his erection into the boxer briefs and dark grey pants, and the bulge made your mouth water.

“What about you?” you asked with a nod in his cock’s direction.

Pulling on his boots, he then straightened and trailed desire-bright eyes over your sated form spread out on his bed. “I thought I already made that clear, doll,” he quipped.

Unsure if it was the post-orgasm haze making you so dense or if he was purposely being vague, you asked, “What’s that?”

Walking around the side of the bed fully dressed, while you lay totally naked with thighs still spread and naked chest heaving, he ran a warm, calloused hand down over your throat and the tips of your breasts before answering.

“That this relationship is about more than me getting my fucking rocks off.”

His hand moved lower, between your thighs, and he watched as if mesmerized at how you shuddered and arched into the feel of his touch on your still-sensitive flesh. “However, that being said-” he backed up a step and pointed at you with a stern look on his face, “-don’t fucking move from that bed until I get back.”

He then tucked his tongue into his cheek, gave a playful wink, and was gone. Staring up at the ceiling, you figured this was one order you’d gladly follow, seeing as how your muscles wouldn’t be able to function properly enough to help you stand, anyways. It wasn’t until a couple minutes after he was gone that you sat straight up on the bed at the remembrance of his earlier words.

He had called it a relationship!

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Forty-five minutes later and you, unsurprisingly, were in fact not able to follow his order, after all. Which shouldn’t be a surprise because, well, it was you we were talking about here, and when did you ever listen?

You had tried though, really you had. After Negan left, and your breathing and heart rate had returned to normal, you sat up against the headboard to wait. Your eyes landed on a book that was open facedown on his bedside table, and the parallel to your own reading habits made you smile. Picking it up, you saw that it was some sort of psychological thriller. Making a note of what page it had been opened to, you huddled down into the plush mattress, the soft black headboard at your back, and started reading from the beginning.

However, when the black and grey wall clock near the door ticked by almost an hour that he had been gone, you put the book down and sighed in annoyance. Whatever the emergency meeting had been about, it looked as though it might take a while, and you didn’t enjoy the thought of sitting here all morning and afternoon waiting, as if at his beck and call. Your brain also unhelpfully threw out the reminder of your previous plan not to have sex with Negan until a serious conversation was had about that damned padlocked box of unanswered questions. The subconscious, exasperated with the brain pulling this bullshit so early in the morning, yelled at it to please shut the hell up.

Fuck it, you can at least freshen up a bit before he gets back, you thought while tossing off the sheet and standing from the bed. Stretching pleasantly sore muscles, you wandered over to the large armoire and tugged open one of the drawers. Smiling at how neatly the clothes inside were folded, you selected a moss green shirt and pulled it over your head. It was much baggier than his usual style, and you had never seen him wear it before, making you wonder if he ever got a chance to take off his leader armor and just sit around relaxing the day away in baggy sweats with a good book. Probably not, seeing as how he couldn’t even enjoy a perfectly delightful you-flavored breakfast without being interrupted.

Heading into the bathroom to relieve your bladder and then wash your hands and face, you looked in the large mirror. Finger-combing hair that had seen better days, you then opened up some of the drawers under the sink that you hadn’t checked yet, mostly out of nosey curiosity. Finding one at the bottom that was stocked full of extra bars of soap, toothpaste, and still-packaged toothbrushes, you let out a tiny whoop of joy. Jackpot!

Opening a green and white toothbrush, you grabbed the already opened toothpaste that was on the countertop and squeezed a dollop onto the brush. Giving a sigh of happiness at the clean, minty taste, you weren’t even worried about Negan being upset you had stolen one of his unopened brushes. Especially since you’d have fresh breath when he crawled back in the bed with you and-

That fantasy died a quick death when the reflection of the man himself stepped into view while you were mid-brush. Locking eyes with him in the mirror, you saw a flicker of something in his expression as he took you in, standing there in his shirt and brushing your teeth with his personal supplies.

“I thought I told you to be in the fucking bed when I got back,” he said, but his voice didn’t have the extra little growl that signified he was truly pissed. In fact, he almost sounded amused.

Before you could even remove the toothbrush to respond, he stepped up behind you so that his front was pressed into your back. “Nevermind, doll,” he drawled while still holding your gaze in the mirror. “This’ll work too.”

You almost choked on toothpaste from gasping at the feel of his large, rough hands running up under the hem of the shirt and over your bare hips. Quickly leaning down to spit out the paste into the sink, you turned on the water and used a cupped hand to rinse out your mouth as he continued rubbing his palms along your torso and down over the outside of your thighs. When you put the toothbrush down and straightened, his mouth immediately attacked the back of your neck, sucking and nipping lightly. His hands moved further up under the shirt to cup your breasts, and his deft fingers pinched and twisted sensitive nipples at the same time that he ground his hips against your bare ass, letting you feel the ridge of his erection through the rough fabric of the pants.

You moaned softly and pressed back into him, almost overwhelmed by how quickly he had barged in and taken control of your body’s reaction. Any thoughts of self-doubt or questions of where you stood with him temporarily flew out the window in the face of the onslaught of intense and thorough possession he was directing your way.

Unlike when you first woke up this morning, no part of him was teasing or going slow this time around. He quickly pulled the baggy shirt up over your head, and the sight of you totally bare made a groan punch from his chest.

He whipped his own shirt and pants off in a quick flurry of movement before leaning in so that his warm chest was pressed into your back as he opened one of the drawers at your hip and pulled out a condom.

Wasting no time, he opened it and rolled it down the swollen cock pressing into the small of your back. When he bent his knees to line up with your entrance, you assisted by hiking a knee up on the edge of the countertop, presenting yourself to him in a way that made him pause for a moment, as if in awe, before plunging inside you with a fierce thrust and strangled growl against the back of your neck.

You looked up and were instantly transfixed by the sight in the mirror. Negan’s tattooed, leanly muscled form towered over yours, his rough edges and possessive thrusts juxtaposed against your softer curves and arching form.

You watched his reflection as he gripped your hips and looked down between your bodies to watch himself fuck you, the sight making you moan and clench around his cock. His gaze lifted, amber eyes locking on yours in the mirror.

One of his hands left your hip, trailing hungrily around the front of your body and up over your stomach and breasts before wrapping long fingers around the front of your throat. The grip was light, but the ruthless ownership behind both it and his pumping hips made your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

He leaned in over you, breath coming in hot strikes against the side of your throat. “You like this, don’t you, pretty girl? Like being all. Fucking. Mine.”

The last words were each punctuated by a harsh thrust, making you cry out and open lust-filled eyes. His face was there beside your own, jaw clenched as he watched your reflection in the mirror with a fierce, almost pained expression. He let out a little snarl before turning his mouth to nip at the curve of your shoulder, and that combined with his grip at your throat and heavy, thick cock fucking you against the counter all combined to throw you into an orgasm without warning. He groaned as you shuddered and clenched in his hold, his gravel over sandpaper voice in your ear.

“Yes, milk my fucking cock.”

Coming down off the wave of pleasure, you realized that his pace hadn’t slowed down, that he hadn’t finished yet. You lowered the leg propped up on the counter, needing both feet braced against the cool, tiled floor to keep your shaky body steady.

Your gaze dropped, taking in the reflection of what was happening between your thighs. Both his cock and the inside of your thighs glistened with a coating of your release, and he felt even bigger inside of you, now that your walls were a little swollen and tender from both the friction of his cock and your recent orgasm. Right when his movements became almost too overwhelming against your oversensitized cunt, and you were about to ask for a break, he paused his thrusts and removed the hand from around your throat.

Your thought that he was granting you a reprieve was instantly proven wrong when he gave a growled warning of, “Brace your arms on the sink,” right before his forearms hooked down under both your knees and lifted your entire lower body off the ground. Since the action pushed you forward, your body had no choice but to do as he said, forearms holding the weight of your upper body against the surface of the sink while your lower half hung suspended at the perfect height for his cock.

He resumed his quick pace, fucking into you relentlessly. And, surprisingly, instead of becoming too much, the sensations pulled back from borderline painful and started to feel pleasurable again. Very pleasurable.

Your whimper caused him to give a low moan in response, and his voice came through gritted teeth. “That’s it, doll. Fucking come for me again.”

Trying to find your voice, you wanted to say that you weren’t sure if that was possible, that coming again so soon wasn’t likely. Instead, the words choked in your throat when he bent down and licked up your spine before sucking roughly on the skin of your back. He then ground his cock into you so hard that your pelvis pushed against the edge of the counter, the hard surface rubbing over your clit in exactly the right way needed to send your body spasming into a second orgasm.

You lost yourself in pleasure that had no beginning and no end, just endless heavy waves of bliss. Dimly, you heard him give a groan of completion as he gave a few sharp, hard thrusts, and then his body went still. He allowed your legs to lower to the tiled floor, and thank god for being braced on the countertop, otherwise you would’ve crumpled in a quivery heap at his feet.

You took in the reflection of both you and Negan’s sex-dazed expressions, skin flushed and dewy with sweat despite the cool bathroom. A satisfied smile curved his lips, and you watched in the mirror as he bent down and kissed the curve where your neck met shoulder, the scratch of his beard rising goosebumps to the already sensitive flesh. He hummed happily against your skin, and you wished that the two of you could stay in this intimate bubble forever. That no outside intruders or internal thoughts could stand in the way of feeling like this with him every single day.

As if he were thinking something similar, he ran a warm hand down over the curve of your hip and said in a sexy, husky voice, “Now that is a perfect fucking way to finish off the morning.”

Unable to help a dreamy smile in return, you were finally able to fully stand up from the counter without fear of your legs giving out. Turning in his hold, you twined arms up around his neck and tugged him down for a proper kiss involving lips and tongues and even a hint of teeth.

You pulled away after a few long moments, and offered, “What are your plans for today?”

Biting his lip and giving one of his signature cheeky grins, he replied, “I have to go over some new outpost security measures with Simon this afternoon. However…” his hands cupped your ass and kneaded possessively, “my evening is all fucking yours.”

Lord, but you liked the sound of that. Standing on tiptoe and placing another, softer kiss to his lips, you suggested, “How about I bring us dinner around 7:30?”

“I’ll be waiting,” he replied with one last squeeze of his hands before he stepped away to dispose of the condom and gather both your clothes off the tiles.

The men had brought back some freshly butchered deer meat from the supply run, and Ben had been excited to try making stew with both it and vegetables from the garden. Thinking of Ben was also a reminder that you had promised to hang out with him today. You were very curious to hear details about what was going on with him and Simon, not to mention needing a friend to talk through some of your own worries regarding Negan.

Pulling the baggy green shirt back on, you preceded him into the bedroom and grabbed your jeans from where they had been discarded on the floor last night. You didn’t want to return his shirt, so tucked it into the jeans to hide the obviously ill-fitting length of it before pulling on your sneakers. Turning, you found an also fully-dressed Negan watching you. His gaze took in the outfit with an expression that was difficult to decipher, but seemed somewhere between appreciative and smug at the sight of you in his shirt.

Struggling not to roll your eyes or make a comment about “males and their strange possessiveness”, you walked out of the bedroom with him following behind. Stopping at the closed office door, you turned and looked up at him, unable to resist the urge to reach up and run your fingers down over his bearded cheek. He bent and gave you one final kiss in return, then opened the door and watched you leave.

You weren’t able to contain the happy grin tipping up the corners of your mouth. Not even the sudden appearance of the brain, who was dragging the padlocked box of questions, could dim your mood. The subconscious strode happily at your side, but as the brain fell more and more behind, struggling to keep up with the heavy metal box, it turned with a sigh and went back to help.

I know. I know! We’ll have a conversation with him tonight; open up the box and air out some of those unanswered questions. But for right now, we’re going to bask in the afterglow of such a wonderfully well-fucked morning.

The brain and subconscious didn’t argue, just huffed and puffed as they worked together to finally pick the box up off the ground. Balancing the heavy weight between them, they gave each other exasperated looks, then hurried down the hall after you.

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peanutpinet · 3 years

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Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

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