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untaemedqueen · 10 months

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 12.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Soft Dom!Jeongguk, Spanking, Riding, Praise, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink

A/N: My mouse batteries are slowly dying and I don’t have extra so this chapter is a rush job to publish. I’ll do a tag list next time probably.

Now seated at the table, Jeongguk squeezes your hand as if to let you know you don't need to be nervous.

The air since his two best friends arrived has been thick and hazy, emotions of distrust and awkwardness swimming through the atmosphere. It seems like it's a tangible thing, if you're being honest. Like the distrust from these two is going to wrap around your neck and choke you out.

It doesn't help that their eyes are hazed over with discomfort either.

They're protective.

You know this to be true but they're not putting a foot forward and you being who you are, you're immediately recoiling within yourself and trying to stack a huge wall up just in case one of them tries and offends you.

You've become soft with the escort by your side in such a short amount of time that your brain and heart are trying to make up for the damage.

Guk, who's been looking between both parties, is watching you fight the inner turmoil within yourself now. He's worked so hard to break down your walls and he won't forgive his friends if he has to start all over again.

Taehyung looks you over once more, something he's been doing since he stepped foot in this apartment.

"Dinner's almost ready," Guk announces, trying to start some flow of conversation.

Maybe Jimin's been waiting for someone to speak first but now he sits up straighter, bringing his glass of wine away from his lips.

"Has Gukkie cooked for you before, Y/N? Everything he makes is delicious!" Jimin raves, nudging the youngest's shoulder.

"No, I haven't but he did tell me that he learned to cook from his dad who worked in restaurants so I'm excited to try it," you reveal, adoring the way your boyfriend squeezes your knee affectionately.

Taehyung, who seems to be the most suspicious of you, raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh," he drolls, swirling his wine in his glass, "I'm surprised he told you something like that. His ex-girlfriend Chloe didn't even know that. You do know about her, don't you?"

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, not appreciating the tone his best friend is aiming your way.

"I do," you reply just as equally unamused, "I've even met her. She's… sad."

Jimin snorts into his glass of wine, chuckling at how completely devoid of emotion your voice sounds. "When did that happen?"

"I took Y/N with me to my grandmother's luncheon. She liked her a lot, accepted her faster than Chloe, which is only right because they're so completely different," Guk announces, standing up to check the oven.

Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look that you can only deem as surprise and they seem to be having an unspoken conversation with just looks.

You understand being protective of your boyfriend. Hell, you're protective of him too. So even though the wall is still building back up within you, you accept his two friends' caution.

"How'd you get into the wine business?" Taehyung asks, his voice a tad less judgy then previous statements.

"I don't know if Y/N wants to tell that stor-" you boyfriend begins, opening the oven.

"It's okay," you promise, cutting him off.

He looks over at you with soft eyes, trying to read your body language and expression but he finds no fierceness within you at the moment.

"I too had a significant other that was really terrible and toxic for me. When that went to shit I decided to build up an empire for myself so that my name would always be out there. I made a name for myself so he wouldn't forget. Wine just happened to be the thing I had the most knowledge in," you tell his two friends, pouring yourself another glass of the deep red alcohol.

Jimin hums in agreement, nodding thoughtfully at your words.

To be honest, when these two men met Chloe, they were immediately turned off. She carried herself in such a way that it was embarrassing to watch. She was spoiled and whiny, completely the opposite from their youngest friend.

You're completely the opposite. Even though you have a rough disposition to you, the friends are already warming up to you.

If Jeongguk is serious about you you're not going anywhere anytime soon and they're going to have to get used to this.

"Guk's been getting bottles of wine from your company for months now, maybe it was destiny," Jimin suggests with a smile.

Taehyung beside him only chooses to stare down into his glass of wine. He only looks up when he's decided on what to say. "We're very protective of him. He was hurt badly by Chloe, almost as if he was losing himself every step of the way. We just don't want to see that again."

You nod understandingly, looking over at your boyfriend who's lost himself into the role of being the host for the evening.

"I would never want to see him hurt," you reply, watching how he takes the lid off the pot carefully, "I care about him more than I care about myself."

The escorts two best friends share a look with one another and Taehyung continues to nod thoughtfully until your boyfriend speaks up.

"Okay! Dinner's ready!" he beams, passing you a new bottle of wine.

He kisses the top of your head sweetly, setting down the hot pot on the table.

When Guk looks over at his best friends while you're consumed with opening the bottle, he simply tilts his head as if to ask if they'll accept you.

Jimin gives him a cheerful wink while Taehyung begrudgingly nods.

"Good," Jeongguk hisses happily, hearing the cork pop forcefully from the bottle.

With a groan, the escort crawls into his bed beside you.

"It's a nice room," you breathe, looking around at the multitude of framed small artworks.

When Hawking jumps up onto the bed, forcing Guk closer to you with how massive he is, your boyfriend only rolls his eyes playfully.

"Thanks, buddy," he breathes, looking behind him with a wistful scowl.

"What'd you think today?" the escort inquires, drifting his lips over your shoulder.

Turning to him, you lay your head on your hand. His arm curls around your waist like needy vines and his chocolate irises bore deeply into yours. The moonlight that streaks through his windows is hazy and bright highlighting all of his perfect features for your eyes to feast on.

"I expected them to be cautious of me," you reply, allowing him to get closer.

Guk runs his finger from your waist to your hip, lifting up the short nightgown you have on.

"They warmed up. They know you aren't going anywhere," he promises, letting his fingers dig sweetly into the globes of your backside.

When you hiss softly and move closer, your boyfriend groans wantonly.

"You don't know what you do to me," he whispers, rearing his hand back to spank your backside.

You writhe beneath his touch, mewling when he immediately soothes your stinging skin.

When he goes to climb over you, Hawking won't budge for a second, already comfortable with the place that he's deemed his own for the night.

The escort rolls his eyes, trying once more before huffing out impatiently.

"I swear this dog sometimes…" he mumbles, lifting your leg over his own and showing you his simple strength by tugging you close.

You can feel how hard he is as it rests against your inner thigh. His cock is throbbing for relief and you can only bite your lower lip with anticipation.

"Tell daddy what you want," Guk hisses, pulling your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.

"You, I want you," you gasp, pressing your breasts to his chest.

"Mmm," he hums, entering his thumb into your mouth slowly.

You swirl your tongue around the digit, feeling your liquid arousal gushing out of you at the loud groan he admits from your actions.

"Fuck, look at you," your boyfriend hisses, watching how your cheeks hollow around his thumb.

When he goes to pull his hand away from your mouth, you gently bite down on him playfully.

His bottom lip purchases between his teeth and he whines softly at the sting. "Be a good girl, baby."

You let him go begrudgingly, giving him a gentle smile as he narrows his eyes at you.

"You're really asking for it tonight," he mumbles, entering you with one hard thrust.

You gasp loudly, grabbing onto his muscled arms.

"Fuck," he seethes through his teeth, dipping his head down to kiss at your breasts, "you're so damn tight."

His lips pluck sweetly at your nipple, starting a smooth, relentless pace with his thrusts.

Your mind muddles with each snap of his hips and you can barely think or string a single thought together.

You can only focus on how his smooth, thick cock fucks deeply into you, gently tapping the mushroom head to your soft cervix folds with ever thrust.

"O-Oh my God," you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut.

"That's it, baby," Jeongguk whispers breathlessly, pulling away enough to pinch and roll your nipples between his fingertips, "I love to see you so fucked out for me. I love how dumb you get on my cock."

You can only babble in response, pushing your hips down to meet his.

"You're so fucking wet, my God!" your boyfriend groans loudly, flipping you over to ride him.

Hawking lifts his head and huffs out gruffly before hopping off the bed with a yawn.

The escort spreads your knees wider, pushing the comforter off the both of you to see you in your entirety above him. His hands grip at the soft, fleshy globes of your ass roughly and you begin to ride him with as much fervor as you can muster.

"Oh fuck! Good girl!" Guk praises loudly, letting his head loll back at the pleasure.

You can only whimper, adoring how the head of his cock taps against the spongy patch of nerves within you.

"Goddamn, look at you," your boyfriend hisses, spanking your ass with strong hands.

Your skin smarts, only adding to the immense pleasure and your body shivers at the impending explosion that is readying itself within you.

"C'mere," Guk hisses, sitting up and lifting you up slightly with ease.

"I fuckin' feel it. I want you to cum all over this cock. Give it to me, baby girl," he orders, fucking up into you roughly.

You can only squeal, digging the heels of your feet into his terse thighs.

Wrapping one arm around your back, he holds you close. The warmth you feel, the closeness you feel, it only brings you that much closer to your own release.

His golden skin sings with a sheen of sweat and you can't get over how impossibly handsome he is before you. He looks up at your pleasured face as if you hold the keys to the entire galaxy and the vast beyond.

He has three words on the tip of his tongue that he won't dare say because he's afraid to push you away. He adores you in all honesty, you're the first real, tangible thing he's ever gotten the pleasure to experience.

He's falling fast and he has no hope to come up from breath anytime soon.

"Oh, baby," he moans, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

When your lips touch, it's like wildfire. The pleasure, the passion it soars through you like fireworks and you can only grip onto him in hopes of not losing yourself.

The gentle squeaks and whimpers you give against the pretty pink petals of his lips makes him put in all his effort into his thrusts.

"Daddy!" you cry out, feeling the bubble within you about to burst.

"Go ahead, baby girl. Cum on my cock," he grunts, accepting the way you bury your face into his neck.

When your thighs quiver and lock, when your cries become short and loud, your boyfriend's eyes flutter shut. Such peace, such pleasure, he's never known it like this before.

When you orgasm around him, sobbing his pet name, he pulls you down with him.

"Shit! You're incredible!" he praises as your cunt rhythmically clutches around his cock begging to milk him for all he's worth.

His thrusts become slower and harder, shivering below you until his hips stutter all together.

Ropes of his warm seed paint your walls and he whispers your name reverently, coasting his large hand over your back.

"Oh baby," he sighs softly, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

You don't move off of him, coddling to him like some sort of needy animal.

Pulling the blanket up with a tired arm, he covers both of your bodies.

Your hair is splayed all over his chest and your face is so perfectly nestled into his neck that he can't hope for anything else but this.

You're too tired to move, satiated beyond belief. Maybe it's the stress of the day now turning into sleepiness but your boyfriend is the most comforting body pillow below you at this moment.

Brushing your hair back and behind your shoulder, Guk lifts his head to lay it down on his arm. His fingers draw unimaginably soft random shapes to your skin and it's so peaceful to watch your face become highlighted by the moon's rays.

While you can still be deemed a puzzle, a Rubik's cube, he's slowly figuring out the answer.

When your breathing becomes more shallow, he lets himself utter the words he's been holding while he thinks you're asleep.

"I'm falling in love with you," he whispers, holding you closer to him.

Your eyes open, not daring to look up at him but you can hear the emotion in his voice. You can see the way he swallows thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing with every one.

You know he thinks you're sleeping, you know he's speaking openly with hopes that you can't hear him right now so you let his sentence float away in the stagnant air like water down a calm river.

You're afraid to say it back. You're afraid it might be true. And you're even more afraid that you might be feeling the same way.

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#at your service #chapter 12 #chap 12 #ays #jeongguk smut #jungkook smut #jeongguk fic #jungkook fic #bts fic #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook

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fondwand · 10 months

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans Potter Characters: Ensemble, Marauders (Harry Potter), marauders women, James Potter, Regulus Black, Lily Evans Potter Additional Tags: Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), POV Multiple, Literary References & Allusions, Slow Burn, long fic, Lily is my love she is not undervalued, Misunderstandings, Queer Themes, Eventual Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, This author doesn't support JKR, James Potter Has ADHD, Neurodiversity, Cognitive Dissonance, Canon-Typical Violence, Women Being Awesome, Discussions of Colonialism, Desi James Potter, Intersectionality, Past Child Abuse, Jegulus, POV Lily Evans Potter, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, kiss in first chapter, but then they're idiots about it, Secret Relationship, Falling In Love, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter Friendship, Female Friendship, Feminist Themes, secret friends to secret lovers to secret exes to secret....??, you shall see..., First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Regulus Black Lives, realistic depiction of adhd Summary:

Happiness never comes easily, so it's prudent to become skilled at stealing it.

(A stolen kiss changes the course of history.)

1975 TO 1981 Long form Marauders Era Canon Divergence

#fanfic #marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #updateee #chap 12

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sunnydbd · 1 month

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some more silver bullet doodles woo

#hermitcraft #trafficblr #mcytblr #mcyt fanart #gtws fanart #grian fanart #how we feeling abt chap. 12..?#feeling good.....??#some of these are a little old but hey what r u gonna do #based on silver bullet by puckparty on ao3 !#kinda..#they arent described like this in the fic..#its based off the brainrot i have

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hangmanbradshaw · 10 months

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Thank you @missathlete31

#chap 12 vibes y'all #nfl fake dating au #hangster #iwtby

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qualityrain · 4 months

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mr goto “i dont care” *cares a lot* shinpei

#uwgshhhhhhh if u think abt it chap 24 is a parallel of chap 12 #both times shinpei goes i dont care anymore both times end with sakoto hugging shinpei #chap 12 is shinpei wanting to talk abt what made sakoto feel off #chap 24 sakoto wanting to talk abt what made shinpei angry #chap 12 was shinpeis i actually want to be around you realisation #chap 24 is sakotos i actually dont want to be apart from you realisation #like they’re realising the same thing yk.#anyway screaming crying throwing up #firefly wedding #hotaru no yomeiri

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t4tozier · 28 days

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going crazyinsane over i fucking knew it!! i FUCKING knew it

#like the ONLY implication here is that eddie watched his specials before #either that or he fucking watched it in the 12 hours before they returned to derry #which is even more gay #chap 2 liveblog

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leonisdumbasallhell · 11 months

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S+ professional sucks i am having such a bad time ;-;

#this is fucking miserable #i’ve made it to chap 12 i have 2 hrs and 15 minites to finish the game

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littlesliceofimmortality · 1 year

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am i making any sense

#dialtown #phonegingi #callum crown #mayor mingus #chap 3 spoilers #SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT TIME.#THE CLOCK ALWAYS COMES BACK TO 12 #RAAAggdhdh

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here-have-some-stories · 3 days

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Silent Laughter Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 11

The question went on for another three days. New questions would appear, and I would answer them, then a tick would be put next to that answer and a new question would appear. I was about 80% sure it was that creature asking the questions, and I was curious as to why.

The questions were somewhat normal, just kind of asking about my life, but at one point it completely switched up and it asked me, How many fingers do you have? It was a random question, but I just kind of ignored it. The question directly after that was, What colour are your eyes? After that question, they went back to asking me about my life, how many friends I have, what my parents' names were, things like that.

I was on my sixteenth day of surviving, and fifteen X’s would have been marked on my calendar if I had it with me, but I didn’t so I had to mark them down mentally.The questions had become a routine at this point and that routine was, go into the kitchen to answer the question written there, and then I would go into my room or somewhere else and wait for about ten to fifteen minutes, before going back into the kitchen to answer the next question.

I was heading there now, wondering to myself about what would be written there. As I predicted, my previous answer had a tick next to it, and something new had been written. This question was probably the most unusual of all in my opinion, weirder than the finger one. On the surface, the question wasn’t weird at all, but to me it seemed like there was something more to it, and it unsettled me.

Who are you?

I picked up the pen again and wrote my full name, just like I had done the first time, and went back into my room to keep myself busy while I waited, even though there was nothing to do anymore. The first couple times when I had waited for the next question, I had sat in my room in silence, trying to see if I could hear the creature walking into the kitchen and writing on the paper. After a while of not being able to hear anything, I had given up, but now I was back at it. I leaned against my closed bedroom door and put my ear to it. The only thing I could hear was my own breath.

Quietly I opened the door and stepped out into the empty hallway, inching to the end of it to try and see if I could hear better from here, or possibly even catch something.

I must’ve waited in the spot for about twenty minutes before I became bored and tired of standing in one position. It was about time to go and check the paper so I made my way back into the kitchen.

When I looked at the paper, I saw an X had been written next to my most recent answer, as if it was telling me I was wrong, and no new question had been added. A little panicked, I looked around the empty room, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever put that there on the paper. I saw nothing. I was afraid to touch the paper. I felt as if I had done something wrong and I felt as if I touched the paper, I would do more wrong. I stepped away from the paper and pen and just left it sitting there.

Glancing out the window, I saw that it was dark outside. That seemed weird to me. I could swear it was bright out not even too long ago. This day seemed to have gone really fast even though all I did the entire day was just answer some questions. Time seemed like such an illusion to me now. Maybe time really was an illusion.

I walked up to my room, and kept feeling like something was walking behind me, causing me to constantly glance back. Each time there was nothing but the uneasy feeling didn’t go away. I closed the door behind me when I got to my room and lied down in the corner, where I had been sleeping without my bed for the past couple nights. In my mind I marked down another day, bringing the number to sixteen gone by.

It was cold at night without my blanket and I shivered, bringing my knees up and hugging them close to my body, curling myself up into a ball.

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I woke up early the next morning, just as the light of the sun began to peak through the curtains. I had stayed in the same position the whole night, curled up in a ball on the floor. The morning air was just as cold as the late night air. I shivered, rubbing my arms to keep them warm.

I exited my room and made my way to the kitchen to see if anything had happened with the paper while I had been asleep. When I got there the paper was gone, and so was the pen. I looked around the kitchen, trying to find it, but I couldn’t see it anywhere.

I shrugged, telling myself that there was nothing to worry about, but I didn’t completely believe myself. There was a doubt at the back of my mind that something bad was going to happen.

I decided to do a round of the house to keep myself busy. I made my way around the empty rooms finding nothing but blank space. I made my way to the end of the round. I opened up the front door to step out and saw the paper with the questions sitting on the front porch, soaked from the morning dew and ripped to pieces.

The doubt that had been in the back of my mind grew stronger and turned into fear. I ran back into the house and locked the door behind me. I ran up to the bathroom and locked myself in there again. I had spent a lot of my time hiding there.

I didn’t know what the ripped paper meant, if it meant anything at all, but it gave me a bad feeling. I felt like I had really messed up with my answer.

Hope you liked this new chapter. We are getting closer to the end. My pages with the planning for the story only has about a page left. But it's still probably gonna take along time before I actually get to writing and posting the rest of the story. If you have any feedback or questions I would love to hear them, or just any comments you have because like most creators, I love reading comments on my work. If you have any requets for a story you would like me to ask just send me an ask, especially since once I finish this and then finish Massacre Masquerade I have nothing to write. Paper Love is only a two parter. Again, hope you enjoyed :) -Kenickie

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squuote · 4 months

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finding out the only issue I have with listening to audiobooks during work is that if I RLLY enjoy the book, I will accidentally just zone out while listening occasionally. interesting little realization lol

#crow thoughts #guhhhAAAAA YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD #I’m chewing on this book. I’m only on chap 12 but GOD I love it a lot #I don’t zone out too much tho lolol it’s very brief cause I usually immediately catch myself and then just go back to work lol #this happened with locked tomb too fbdjfndjf so like. not the first instance of this happening #I’ve just only now caught onto it lmaooo :-)

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bridgeportbritt · 5 months

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Victory Gym | Sage, SimDonia

Announcer: And sims are in the water!

Announcer: Prince Oliver and Prince Natan are leading as they both show off their swimming skills. Both have clearly been training for this as you look at their form and speed.

Announcer: Meanwhile, Crown Prince Cedric... well, we're just happy he's having a great time.

Cedric hums as he gently swims through the water

Announcer: Alright, in this final lap, Oliver seems to be picking up speed and pulling ahead! Natan is falling behind, but not giving up. Cedric stays in third.

Announcer: We're in the home stretch and it's anyone's race. Well, let's be honest. Probably not, Cedric, but he has caught up some. Oliver and Natan stay neck and neck. Who's going to reach the end first?

Announcer: It's Prince Oliver!

Applause and cheers

Reporter: Prince Oliver climbs out of the pool victorious! He is congratulated by Prince Gerhard and his fiance, Madame Hortense. Great work, Oliver, and to each competitor! One game down, three to go!

@whitmoreroyals @officalroyalsofpierreland @crownsofesha

#simdonia #chap 12 #victory games #congrats Oliver #I wish I would've streamed this because it was so funny #tell me why immediately getting in the pool Cedric decided he was afraid of water? lol #next time this will be a streamed event lol #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #sims of color #ts4 #royal sims #royal simblr #sim: gerhard

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hailsatanacab · 2 years

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Mugging, Medical Torture, Vivisection, Panic Attacks, Anxiety Attacks, Child Neglect, Past Child Abuse Summary:

“If you ever find yourself in danger, go to Bruce Wayne. He will help you.”

His mother had loved him, in her own way. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have helped him escape. If she hadn’t, she would have dragged him back to the League of Assassins, to Grandfather. If she hadn’t, he’d be dead.

She loved him, but she loved the League more.

Jack and Maddie Fenton loved him too, they did, but they loved their work more.

They loved their work more.

After his parents react poorly to his reveal, Danny escapes to the only person he thinks can help him - Bruce Wayne. He doesn't know what to expect when he gets there, but it has to be better than where he is, surely? He certainly doesn't expect to be reunited with his long lost twin brother Damian. It's funny how things work out that way.

Danny is 16 years old, not Phantom Planet compliant

Chapter 12!! Chapter 12!! Chapter 12!!

#dpxdc #danny phantom #batman #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc #well here it is chapter 12!!#kinda weird t o be on chap 12 #i'm running out haha #welp gonna be honest here kids... not sure how much i like this chapter #perhaps it's because it's the first one i've written since taking the break but like... idk it just doesn't feel right #it is what it is haha #idk is it too short? but then at the same time it feels too long?#pacing is all off #i'm not happy with it and there's TOO MANY EMDASHES #and they're all used incorrectly too but that's my god given right as a fanfic writer lmao #oh no niece ivy is crying and i think it's because my nails are clacking too loudly on the keyboard but sorry bby i'm updating my fanfic #this is more important rn #it's fine guys she was just whining in her sleep she's snoring again bless her #i just think it could do with going another few rounds in the edit machine but the edit machine is broken and craving validation #so it's been posted lmao #idk i think it's because we're also entering some very angsty chapters #and i'm so worried how people are going to receive that too #ah well #jeeezy wheezy these tags are depressing #sorry #i'm tired and still with a horrid cough so i'm allowed to be #don't look at me #uh. anyway. despite all of this i hope you enjoy the new chapter haha #good luck! ignore any and all emdashes #love you guys

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todayisafridaynight · 7 months

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desperate to make a swearing compilation of Y7's eng dub

#snap chats #see thats what my five year old brain likes about the eng dub- japanese doesnt really have heavy swear words like that #it HAS swearing of course but.. just doesnt hit the same as a good ol fat Fuck yk. american ass statement but ill deal with it later #i was playing y7 with my friend the other day and every time we heard ichi say fuck we cackled #not because we're 12 and we laugh at cursing- i actually get annoyed when my friend curses so excessively LMAO #BUT NO ITS CAUSE SOMETIMES KAIJI JUST PUTS HIS WHOLE HEART INTO SAYING FUCK AN ITS REALLY FUNNY #and in my brain i have that scene of aoki yelling 'fuck' in the elevator saved as an eternal reaction clip to things #its so fuckin funny idc #i prob wont tho because. Thats A Lot Of Footage LMAO #but just know ichi tellin the soapland owner from chap 1 to fuck off and ichi goin What The Fuck after adachi says he tracked him tickles m

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basket-of-cats-and-witches · 1 year

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A Memory Where My Heart Used to Be

It’s...angst hours. I wrote this instead of going to bed, because I made a joke to a bunch of Discord friends about writing something for Alder, my Hazelmance, as a post book 1 thing. And then I actually immediately needed to write it. So...Have some pain and angst with your cereal, and as per usual, if you haven’t read The Night Market, you should go and check it out. (Btw, this is spoilies for Chap. 12 of TNM Book 1!)

Hazel is no stranger to ghosts. She's hidden away in her house, knowing they're right out of view. That alleyway. The taste of smoke on her tongue. The cries she turns her back on.

She can't hide from the ghost of him.

It's in every whorl of the wooden floorboards. In the dust that swirls past candlelight. It's in the quiet of the house.

She sees him everywhere. As she walks out of her room, a tiny flame flickering in the candle holder, she heads further into her house and leans against the archway. Watching his ghost. The memory of him that yet lingers, like the house is just as desperate as she is to hold onto his essence for just a moment longer.

He's in the kitchen, doing dishes. His long, lean frame is curled forward, shoulders hunched slightly. There's an errant curl brushing over his forehead, one her fingers itch to slide over and tuck behind his ear. Any moment now, he'll turn to her, his smile wry, a little besotted. "It's getting long," she'll say. He'll wipe his hands dry on a dishtowel and take hers, bringing the knuckles up and brushing his lips over them, looking at her with those grass-green eyes. "I know," he'll murmur. She'll laugh at him. "Want me to cut it?" Hazel knows he'll blush, easy as can be, ruddy red overwhelming his swath of freckles. "Nah. You do this thing, sometimes. Where you run your fingers through my hair absentmindedly when you're readin'. I find it as soothin' as I do endearin'. You make me like havin' it long." Her heart will stutter in her chest at her ridiculous man, the man she never thought she'd have. Someone always willing to stand by her side, to take her side, to encourage her to blossom and grow. "That's the silliest reason I've ever heard," she'll mumble, and blush as he laughs low and warm. Alder will brush his fingers over her cheek. Press his lips softly to hers, and steal the breath out of her lungs. He'll lean a little forward, as if they weren't already alone together, and murmur in her ear. Sweet and low, as if he's sharing a secret just for her. "You make me want to be silly, Haze. Ain't no one I'd rather laugh with. Your laugh is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."

"I love you, Hazel Albright."

She startles, the candle flickering, wax spilling on the floor. Her earlobe tingles, as if someone's pressed a kiss to the soft skin there. For a moment, it felt as if he'd said the words himself. But as she looks into the kitchen, it's dark and empty. There's nothing there. Just the lingering smell of dish soap, and Alder's sandalwood and vanilla aftershave. Hazel leans against the archway and feels her knees wobble. They give out beneath her as she slides to the floor. She doesn't even notice she's set the candle down next to her. Hazel pulls her knees up to her chest. Her lip wobbles. Her eyes sting. Alder is gone. "Mrrt?" Mr. Billows shoves his head underneath her hand. "Hi there," she whispers shakily. "Do you miss him too?" It's almost like he knows what she's saying. His little furry head turns to the top of the kitchen cabinet where he usually lays, often observing Alder as he works. Where the tall man can easily reach up and absentmindedly scratch his head. Mr. Billows looks at her and meows, a plaintive, sad sound. "Yeah," she says, but her voice cracks at the word, her vision swimming, feeling her breath coming sharp and quick. "Yeah. That makes two of us." Her bottom lip wobbles, and she whimpers as Mr. Billows pushes his way into her lap, forcing her to pet him.

She buries her face in his fur and cries.

#Alder (My OC from The Night Market)#The Night Market #hazel albright #My writing #TNM Chap. 12 Spoilers

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