#person A seeing person B with glowing eyes when as far as person A knows person B’s eyes Should Not Be Doing That

[geraldmariaivo]

@pixlokita, i know i promised a comic for the ballpit au, but it turned into a small animation. Whoops. Hope you like it!

bonus content under the cut!

Version with a bonus frame:

The bonus frame by itself:

the text full says “Uncle Henry, you shouldn’t be eating this late. I understand that you have had a stressful day, however, this is not a healthy way to deal with stress. Eating before bed can cause heart burn, or esophageal irritation, which can cause difficulty sleeping. That cereal is also full of sugar and unhealthy preservatives. I will make a healthy breakfast for us in the morning.”

#into the ballpit au #michael afton #fanart #fnaf #henry emily #i made this #my art #my first animation! #person A seeing person B with glowing eyes when as far as person A knows person B’s eyes Should Not Be Doing That #and person A Does Not Know How To Deal With That #that’s top notch #I am SUCH a sucker for it #also I headcanon Henry as the kind of nerd who would absolutely eat C3P-O’s #yes he is pulling cereal out of the fridge #he put it there when he was tired okay #also ignore that that’s not a standard 80s fridge #he built it himself because he refused to buy a new one.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: You’re My Best Friend

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Summary: You and Joe have been best friends for as long as you both can remember, but maybe it’s more than friendship.

Warnings: fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*No specific date for this fic!*

Imagine getting dumped a week before your birthday.

Lucky me I don't have to imagine.

I was stupid to think things had been going even a little good with the guy I was seeing but I just wanted to prove my best friend wrong.

My best friend since diapers that is.

Having Joe Burrow as your best friend should be a flex but it was a curse.

We couldn't go out in public anymore and I stopped going to his games since his rookie year because of a rumor that I was his girlfriend.

Joe was super apologetic about it but refused to make a statement saying that we weren't together.

It ended up being a huge argument that wouldn't be resolved til weeks later… but now Joe and I were neck-deep into another quarrel.

My friend from high school told me that my ex-boyfriend from senior year had a mega glow-up. I reached out to him and though he had matured looks-wise… he was still the same douche he was years ago.

I was bored so why not entertain it for just a little bit?

That was a big mistake because I ended up developing real feelings for him.

That's when Joe and I had our argument.

He told me that it was a bad idea, but I told him he didn't know what was good for me. Both of us ended up saying words we wish we hadn't. Now Joe and I haven't talked for three weeks.

Our families would get together regularly but if Joe found out I was going he'd say he was busy, and vice versa.

Today was my 26th birthday, oh and that's another thing about Joe. He loved bringing up that he was older than me.

I had invited him to the party today even though we were in the middle of a fight because it wouldn't be the same without him nonetheless.

Joe hadn't sent a message back or even reacted to the message, just left it on read.

There was a pretty low chance of him even coming, but I wanted him to have the option to come if he wanted.

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I sat in the kitchen, looking through the window over the sink at the backyard decorated and full of people.

Except the one person I wanted here, wasn't here.

“Sweetie…” - your mom walked up behind you and squeezed your shoulder

“He actually didn't come, Mom. Joe hasn't ever missed one of my birthday parties. Have I gone too far?” - you

“You haven't done anything wrong, honey. Have you told him about Chad breaking up with you? That might make him a little happy.” - your mom

“Why’d that make him happy?” - you rolled your eyes

“y/n… because he didn't want you guys together for a reason.” - your mom smiled

“He just didn't like Chad.” - you sighed

“I don’t think you're reading into this enough. I've seen the way you guys look at each other, and it's not in a best-friend way. Don't you think it's kinda odd he’s always gotten mad when you go on a date with a guy or get a boyfriend? There's something there that isn't purely platonic, and it's not one-sided either, y/n. I think he feels the same way about you that you feel about him.” - your mom

The way I feel about him.

The feelings that had slowly turned from friendship to finding him attractive to having a full-blown crush on him. It didn't happen in just a month or even a year, this has been going on since OSU.

I've never even thought about confessing to him because it just felt like a one-in-a-million chance that he felt the same way. I'm his best friend or was, there's no way he likes me.

My mom ended up making me go outside to socialize with my family and close friends who were basically family… minus one.

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There was a part of me that had hope that Joe was going to come but now that I had changed out of my party outfit and was helping my mom clean up, all hope was gone.

I had my back turned to the door taking the Happy Birthday banner so when I heard the sliding door I figured it was my dad.

“Hope I'm not too late.” - Joe

My heart stopped when I heard the last voice I expected to hear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom give me a wink before she walked back inside.

Turning around to face Joe, he stood in front of me with a tower of gifts in his hands.

“Parties already over Joe might as well just go home.” - you

“Listen… I had full intentions of coming but I was working out and l lost track of time. There was this pee-wee football team who all wanted pictures with me and I gave them a little speech. Anyway, the moral of the story is… I’m so sorry that I'm late and have been such a jerk the past couple of weeks. I hope you'll forgive me because it's not fun going a long time without talking to you. Happy Birthday… by the way.” - Joe

Without saying a word I took the gifts from Joe’s hands and placed them on the table I was cleaning off.

“I deserve th-” - Joe

Before he could finish his sentence I engulfed him in a huge hug.

“I missed you.” - you

Joe was tense at first but relaxed and cradled the back of my head against his strong chest.

“I missed you too… so much.” - Joe

“I’m glad you came.” - you mumbled

“Me too.” - Joe

We stayed there for a moment, way too long of a hug for ‘best friends’.

“I have something to tell you.” - you

“Me too, but can I go first?” - Joe

I nodded and Joe forged ahead, our arms still around each other.

“I’m sorry about how I acted about Chad, as long as you're happy then I’m happy, and if he makes you feel that way then so be it. Maybe you're right too, maybe he has changed. I shouldn't judge someone off of their past.” - Joe

“Joe I appreciate your apology but he broke up with me a week ago, that's what I was going to tell you.” - you

“Oh. I'm sorry… I hope it wasn't messy. Are you okay?” - Joe

“I’m fine. Just sucks that yet another guy has driven me closer to losing faith in the male species.” - you

“Maybe you're just not dating the right guys. There's someone out there who will show you true love, I'm sure of it.” - Joe

His words made me feel hopeful and sad at the same time. Joe believed that there was someone out there who was right for me, but I wanted it to be him.

“Thanks, Joe.” - you

“Mhm. He might be closer to you than you think…” - Joe

I looked up at him with a skeptical look on my face, but he looked serious.

“What do you mean?” - you gulped

Joe tugged at my waist and looked down at me with such a twinkle in his eyes.

“y/n… you're my best friend.” - Joe

“Mhm…” - you

“I need to tell you the truth then.” - Joe

“Joe… what?” - you

“I wasn't pissed off that you went out with Chad because I thought he'd hurt you… I was pissed because you wanted to go out with him.” - Joe

“Wh… what?” - you

“For as long as I can remember I've just been your best friend, the guy you go to complain about other guys, and I can't take it anymore.” - Joe

He tried to read my expression but when he got nothing, he dropped his arms from my waist and nervously played with his wristbands as he kept going.

“I know it sounds like a stupid Hallmark movie line… but I don't want you to keep getting hurt when there's someone who can treat you so much better right at your fingertips.” - Joe

“Who, Joe? You keep saying that but won't say who.” - you sighed

“Me! Me, y/n. I've been hopelessly in love with you for years while I just stood to the side and watched you look for love in the wrong faces. This might ruin our friendship but it's not fair if I don't tell you… I want to be more than just your best friend.” - Joe

My jaw dropped open as my heart rate rapidly increased. He felt the same way?

“You’re in love with me?” - you

“Yes, and I'm sorry if that makes things awkward… I just really want to show you that not all men are pieces of shit.” - Joe

I stood up on my tiptoes and crashed my lips into his. Joe was taken aback at first but kissed back with just as much passion.

Joe wrapped his strong arms around my waist and held me against him as we kissed. Neither one of us wanted to be the one to break away first.

In the end, I did. I needed to say those words back to him.

“Joe, I'm in love with you too.” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe smiled

“Have been for a long time, I just was worried you didn't feel the same way and it would ruin our friendship to confess.” - you

He flashed that perfect smile at me and laced his fingers with mine.

“Can I kiss you again?” - Joe

“Go for it.” - you smiled

Joe pushed me into him by my hips and my hands went to his chest.

“Everything okay out her- oh my!” - your mom

Though I'm sure Joe heard her just as well as I did, we didn't break away from each other and went on claiming each other’s lips.

When Joe and I finally did disengage from our kiss, we both laughed as he wiped his salvia off of my lips.

My arms wrapped around his middle and I laid my head on his shoulder.

“So I guess I can ask you what I've been dreaming about asking you for years.” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you grinned

“Wanna go out with me tomorrow?” - Joe

“As friends?” - you played dumb, just wanting to hear him say it

“I was thinking more of… boyfriend and girlfriend because we can skip the get-to-know-you stage right? Only if that's okay with you…” - Joe

I pulled my head away from his chest and kissed his soft, freshly shaven cheek.

“That sounds perfect to me.” - you looked into those gorgeous blue eyes you've come to be obsessed with

“Will you be my girlfriend?” - Joe

“Only if you'll be my boyfriend.” - you

“Sounds like a deal.” - Joe

Joe and I stepped away from each other before we shook hands in agreement, something we'd done to solve things since we were little.

We laughed together as we walked up to the back door hand in hand, happy that we'd probably resolved the arguing for the time being.

As we opened the door it revealed both of our moms standing there in a pose that looked like they had their ears on the door just a few seconds ago.

“Yes?” - you

“Can we help you?” - Joe

“What's going on with you two?” - Robin

“Yeah, what she said. What does this hand-holding mean?” - your mom

Joe and I exchanged a look and nonchalantly shrugged before he spoke up.

“We’re dating.” - Joe

“What?!” - your mom’s in sync

“How’d this happen? You guys have been fighting for weeks.” - your mom

“It just kinda happened.” - you shrugged

Robin and my mom looked at each other skeptically.

“Are you sure you guys aren't rushing things just a little bit?” - Robin

“Mom, I've never been more sure about anything else in my life.” - Joe

I looked at him with a surprised look on my face, he only winked with a wide grin and reassuringly squeezed my hand.

“Me too.” - you

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Authors note: on the 7th day of Christmassssss y'all got whatever this is. I really wanted this to end in smut but I need to control myself. 💀

Request for this fic; thank you anon! 🤍

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

part 16 - but I know where to start

“Feeling my way through the darkness, guided by a beating heart. I can’t tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.” -Wake Me Up by Avicii

Regent Masterlist Part 15

Was it a cop-out to summon Jazz back to the Far Frozen? Yes. Did Danny particularly care? Nope! 

Jason was comfortable, propped up with a book Ghostwriter who had popped by to personally deliver. How the ghost had known about Jason Phantom wasn’t going to question, but he suspected GW kept an eye on the bookworms that passed through the Realms- or at least those close to the “Royal family”. Phantom wasn’t much for reading, not unless it was space-related, but he enjoyed listening to the Liminal man reading out loud. He had a brash voice, accented with a cadence like those from Crime Alley, but it only underscored the passion he held for reading. Phantom didn’t interrupt him once, not even when the halfa pulled out his ecto-phone and texted Ellie. 

(His little sister was in Kansas, spending time with another clone she’d literally run into.) 

Almost another full day's cycle passed before Phantom realized Jason had fallen back asleep, a book resting open on his broad chest and soft snores coming from the man. 

Yeah, he could see how he and Jazz fit together so well. 

There was just something about the Once-Revenant, a part of what made him Jason, that resonated with the Phantom. It’s what made him talk to the man as Red Hood, feel comfortable enough to stay in his company for so long, trust him with his older sister- the person who raised him. 

(Spent her birthday money to get him those cheap plastic glow-in-the-dark stars.) 

(Taught him how to read.) 

(Held him as the nightmares of his death shook him to his core.) 

(Did not fear him.) 

(Not as Phantom, Danny, or Dan.)

(Loves him.) 

(Mourns him.) 

(He would never tell her, but he understood how Dan could succumb to grief.)

(Jazz was his.) 

(His first friend, his true mother, his rock.) 

(She wouldn’t have claimed Regency without that tie.) 

Remix & Original chat 

Remix: Lol hows weenie Original:   jasons x3 ur size pipsqeak                    Remix:  ur point?  Original:  lol hes ok                                 frosty says he got hurt wth shrpnel                        new healed core + shrapnel = bad time Remix:  sucks 2 b him  Original:               so tru        Whre r u? Remix: omw 2 spain barcelona Original: ooh send pics if u need me call Remix: pics or nay gotcha txt u l8r luv u  Original: love u 2

Safely back in the living Realm and tucked away in Jason’s apartment, Jazz and Danny tried to investigate the bomb- unfortunately there was nothing for them to do but wait. 

On the upside, the Justice League was about to hit the UN full force with all the subtlety of a tsunami and who had front row seats to the drama? 

Yep, the Regent.  Jazz wasn’t exactly thrilled that her presence was requested, even though it was on the path to the desired outcome the Nightingale siblings had fought for, but both her soulmate boyfriend and little brother would be by her side as support. 

The Birds and the Bats Group Chat

Zombie: I lived bitch Spoiler-Alert: Jason!  Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!  Blood_Heir: Todd. Zombie: don’t sound too excited there demon brat.  Blood_Heir: Never.  Sleep_When_Im_Dead: Where have you been? Zombie: Stayed overnight at my Docs for observation.  Fly-Like-A-Dick: For three days? Blood_Heir: Fail to find that humorous Todd.  Zombie: wasn’t meant to be a joke brat.  I was actually at my Docs.  Zombie: Got a shovel talk from my girlfriends little brother too.                                     Spoiler-Alert:  Whoa GIRLFRIEND!!!! 😱 Jason!  Why is this the first were hearing this??? Fly-Like-A-Dick: Little Wing!!!!!! Quiet_Dancer: 🤗  Zombie:  At least Cass and Dickiebird are happy for me                                    Spoiler-Alert:  Ecstatic! But details! Now.                                                      Zombie: No.                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: Is she a redhead??? Sleep_When_Im_Dead:  Jasmine Nightingale.                                                      Zombie: Babs.                                               Oracle_of_Gotham:  On it.  [member Sleep_When_Im_Dead has been blocked from the group.]  Spoiler-Alert:  too late!!!!!! Cass  with me! Quiet_Dancer: 🫡 Oracle_of_Gotham: DENIED Batdad:  Welcome back Jaylad.                                                        Zombie:                                           Old man       You and I need to have a talk with words                                              Fly-Like-A-Dick: battle stations everyone!!!

Council of Uncaged Birds

Queen_Regent: Ellie, I want you to meet Jason.  Officially meet him.  WanderingPrincess: eh??? temp said wasnt srs Queen_Regent: Danny No InfiniteStarPrince: Danny YES Frosty said they are  soulmates!!!!!! WanderingPrincess: 🤯😱 wha th fuck!!!1 Queen_Regent: language!  WanderingPrincess: ENGLISH imma get a shovel gotta undead weenie 2 bury.

Template. [user InfiniteStarPrince has left the chat]  WanderingPrincess: coward Queen_Regent: I have many regrets.  WanderingPrincess: u luv us 👻

Lady & Knight chat Lady: Jay remember when I told you I wanted you to meet Ellie?  Knight: She’s bringing a shovel isn’t she.  Lady: I love how brilliant you are.  Knight: I aim to please. 

Lady & Knight chat Knight: you patrolling tonight? Lady: wasnt planning on it Knight: wanna meet me? Lady: same time same place? Knight: you know it

The abolishment of the Anti-Ecto Acts officially happened at three pm on a dreary Gotham Tuesday. Jazz was cuddled with Jason on his couch, dozing off to his heartbeat as he read Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The comfortable silence they had wrapped themselves in only occasionally broken by Jason turning a page was completely shattered when Jazz’s phone rang with the Ghostbusters theme song. 

“Danny?” Jazz answered surprised, “School isn’t out yet, what’s wrong?” She was greeted by Danny’s heaving cries as he replied. 

“Batman, he- he did it!” Danny sobbed, “He saved us.” 

It clicked then. The Dark Knight had completed the task he was entrusted with by a Spirit of Protection, the Once and Future Star King, and unknowingly kept the promise a ghost made to a young Jasmine Fenton. 

One day my son will stop this. All of this. You only need to be strong. Take care of yourself and your brother. I promise. 

She had waited years for the promise to be fulfilled, the sworn promise of the dead to a living child. Jasmine was a patient soul, but she had still been a child that night in Gotham. 

(The Drs. Fenton believing the stories about a ghostly vigilante patrolling the streets, a never aging child by their side.) (Dragging their children with them. ) (Hungry and cold.) (A dead man who swore his son would end their torment one day.)

(She should’ve known it wouldn’t come fast enough to save Danny.) 

How was she to know the ghost was speaking of the Realms inhabitants, not the abused and neglected children of Ghost Hunters? How was she to know that the hope such a promise kindled wasn’t hers to keep?  Jason wrapped his arms around her, the book set aside and her phone gently taken from her grasp to be put on speaker so they could both talk to her little brother. Danny had dissolved from heaving sobs to muffled hiccups, seemingly now that he’d shared the news with his sister. 

“He really did,” she muttered. “He really did it.” 

(The furry fucker actually did it.) (She’d known that he was going to try, but humans are stubborn creatures.)

A/N: Hi! Welcome to an update for the Regent. Just to be fully transparent with each of my readers - The Regent is still on Hiatus.

I have deleted so much of my writing because I don't like the flow/dialogue/pacing. Original ending thrown out and rewritten twice- still don't care for it. Who knew something other than Angst would be so difficult.

(Not me!)

Having said that, this entry is of course beta'd by the wonderful @meditating-cat who has put up with my random messages.

(You are amazing!)

(In all honesty, I wish I could just skip right to the ending because at least I know 100% I can get it just right....eventually.)

Thanks for reading and happy easter!

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc au #dc x dp crossover #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #hardcover ship #jason todd #anger management ship #jazz x jason #A new chapter! #this doesn't mean that the Regent is off hiatus #I am scraping so many chapters in fits of madness #i deleted the ending #and rewrote it twice #I still hate it #but hey #at least for now im working on the ANGST #because apparently I don't know how to write anything else #shame on me i guess #what even is sibling banter #i have no experience #I did name them Lady and Knight #because hint hint NUDGE NUDGE #Yes Beta read we live like Jason Todd!

[wol-fica]

-𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘-

pairings - lorraineday x g!p!reader

summary - You and Lorraine have been dating for a little while, and she wants to explore all of you…

warnings - smut!!!, oral (lorraine giving), handjobs, slight praising, virgin!reader

an - wanted to make Lorraine seem like an experienced person when it came to blowjobs

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“So like, have you ever had a blowjob?”

It was a peaceful, calm sunday night when Lorraine had asked you that. You were enjoying drinks together on the balcony overlooking you yard, the golden glow of a few candles as your only source of light. Her question made you gag, spitting your drink out onto the railing as you coughed with surprise.

“L-Lorraine!” You sputtered, looking to her with wide eyes.

“What?” She responded in confusion, like the previous question was the most normal thing in the world.

Lorraine had been dating you for about 7 months now, and it has been very enjoyable for you. She is a funny, sweet, and all around wonderful person who has secured a very tight spot in your heart. Honesty was a huge thing for her in a relationship, so early on you had sat her down and told her about your physical differences; thankfully, she was as supportive as ever and was perfectly fine with it.

Until she popped a question like this, so abrupt and out of the blue it caused you to spew out your Moscow Mule onto the law below.

“Have you?” She asked again, staring at you with anticipation.

“I mean no, you are my first relationship.” You said, fiddling nervously with your thumbs.

“I know that, but you could have had like, a hookup or something.”

You shook your head no, pursing your lips as you thought up a good reason for her sudden prodding of your sexual acts.

“The most I’ve ever done was masturbate.” You mumbled, blushing with embarrassment.

“Mediocre.” Lorraine sneered, sipping her vodka as she ogled at you.

Your pride flared up as your face went red. Mediocre? You were most definitely not basic, far from it actually. How could she say such a thing about you? Her girlfriend!

“I’d like to see you do any better…” You hissed, turning away with a huff.

“Okay.”

Your head snapped right back to her, watching as she set her drink down, walked over to you, and got on her knees. Her hands went up your thighs and to your zipper, carefully pulling it down as she gave you an innocent stare with her big, brown, gorgeous eyes.

Weirdly enough, you did nothing to stop her, gawking as she pulled your pants and then boxers down off of your hips. Your semi-hard cock throbbed uncomfortably as her hands rested beside it.

“Ready?” Lorraine asked, giving you a comfortable smile.

You slowly nodded, tracking her surprisingly expert movements. Her left hand slid down the dip of your hip, immediately wrapping around your almost-fully-standing penis. You shivered, the cool touch of her hand soothing the extensive heat your extra appendage was producing.

Gently and guiding, as if to teach you, Lorraine stroked your length. Her hand wasn’t to tight was definitely wasn’t loose, just the right amount of pressure as she started you off with your first handjob. Her eyes were focused on your face, watching your reactions to see what you liked best and least; as of right now, she was doing a pretty great job of getting you off.

“B-babe…I…” A subtle moan escaped your mouth, cutting off your protests.

Lorraine hummed in curiosity, and casually sped up her strokes as you whined and whimpered. Her other hand now came forward, reaching between your legs to cup your balls. She fondled them, squeezing and pulling gently as to figure out what made you feel good.

Soon you figured out she was trying to teach you and learn for herself what your most sensitive spots were. She would try different ways to please you, whether with squeezing or caressing, she was figuring out your sweet spots. A hiss of pain escaped your mouth when she squeezed one of your balls with her thumb and pointer finger, which she instantly stopped doing and never tried it again; that made you feel something giddy inside.

“You are really big.” Lorraine noted, staring at your cock lovingly.

“P-proud six inches..” You gritted, your hands clenching and unclenching as she pressed her finger into your gooch.

She ‘oooh’ed, now speedily stroking you to get you to your orgasm. Both hands were at work, twisting and squeezing as you finally came. Your cum spewed out, ropes covering Lorraine’s hand and face. She giggled, reaching up to wipe it off with her thumb; she stuck it in her mouth, smiling at your taste.

“That good?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Divine.” She said as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

You stared at her in shock, not expecting her to actually continue on. From how she was pushing your legs apart and settling herself in between them, you knew she was getting ready to give you head.

Her brown eyes gazed into yours, wide and innocent as she opened her mouth to press her tongue to the base of your cock. She licked her little heart out, dragging her tongue all the way around the diameter. She pressed a few kisses here and there, and left a few love bites on your balls before she slowly dragged her tongue all the way up your length.

The sight was, attractive to say the least. The way she watched you so seductively yet so innocently made you feel some foreign monster roaring inside of you. Eventually she made it to your tip, her tongue swirling and caressing the sensitive top.

Your eyes instantly rolled, nerves aflame as your head fell back in pure bliss. The press of her muscle had your cock throbbing for more, begging to be owned.

“Baby…more…please.” You murmured, desperate to feel just something else.

She complied, her lips wrapping around your tip and suckling carefully as you moaned in satisfaction. She had found your sweet spot, and boy was she going to abuse it. Slowly, she took your full length into her mouth, her spit coating it inch by inch. The supple licks and hums did wonders for your sensitivity, but what really got you going was when she began to suck you off.

She started at your base, the head of your cock snugly tucked into her throat as she started off slowly. There were light sucks at first, soft and caring as she tested you; she was searching again. She ever so slowly dragged up your cock, residing with only your tip remaining in her mouth.

Suddenly, she sucked hard and deep, trying to get your sensitivity ablaze. It worked, and your quiet moans turned into pitiful wails and sobs of pleasure as Lorraine fucking Day gave you your first ever blowjob. She hummed and sucked, her hands getting to work on twisting and squeezing your length. Her teeth grazed your slit, little nibbles causing you to groan out in satisfaction.

“Lorraine, I-I’m close!” You sobbed, your hips attempted to buck up.

She pulled back for a moment to speak, “Chase it baby” before continuing her assault on your cock. Her aggressive suckling and forceful squeezing from her hands brought you to your second orgasm, your seed shooting into her mouth as she swallowed you. The sounds and sight of her gulping and sucking was incredibly hot, and you almost never wanted it to stop.

“Lorraine…” You mumbled weakly, reaching for her and pulling her up to cuddle with you after she put you back into your boxers.

“Awh baby, I’m right here.” Lorraine cooed, letting herself straddle you as she helped you calm down.

Her hand wound itself into your hair, pulling your head to her chest as she scratched your scalp. She kissed your head a few times, murmuring sweet praises and compliments into your hair as she coaxed you to a relaxed state.

“What a gorgeous, talented girl.” She praised, pressing her lips to your forehead.

“Could say the same ‘bout you…” You whispered, burying your face into her chest.

Never will you misjudge Lorraine’s oral skills, but you made a mental note to always ask for it every once and awhile.

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 47

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

You never really know what you would do in that situation until it becomes reality. In this case, that situation was one where an unknown assailant is giving quiet, controlled commands to follow. Every instinct in my body was to do exactly the opposite of what I was being told to do.

“Walk straight to the elevator. Take it down to the basement level. The door straight ahead is unlocked. Go through it. Walk straight through the salt caves and open the door at the far end. Enter the room. If you try to cause a disturbance or draw attention to yourself, someone you love will die.”

The feisty woman in me wanted to blow up his spot. I wanted to go screaming through the hallways banging on doors for help. I knew I should have. But what if that meant someone I loved would die? What if it wasn’t an idle threat? What if this person had the means to do just that? And which person was he speaking of?

“Pull your hood up.” His voice was all whispers. I couldn’t make out his identity. “Walk to the elevator. I’ll be just behind you.”

Fuck. Why was I about to obey?

So no one will die, I answered myself internally.

“Stay in front of me.” The man grabbed my cell phone and slung it into his pocket before ushering me toward the door. When the two of us emerged into the hallway, I took a deep breath. There was freedom here, yet I was imprisoned. The walk down the dimly lit corridor to the elevators felt like a death march. Maybe it would be.

I glanced to the right out the windows that gave a view of the empty slopes. Such a different point of view at this late hour.

“Is this part of the bachelorette party?” I asked, wondering if this was some elaborate scheme. Maybe Carol hired a male stripper or something to carry out some freaky, funny scenario. He did order me to the basement, after all. That’s where we had our pedicures, lounged around the salt caves and took a dip in the jacuzzi.

“No.” That was the only response.

When the elevators came into view I was hoping to see someone. Anyone. Someone I could flag down and somehow discreetly let them know I was in trouble. Or at least I thought I was in trouble.

My heart was pounding when the doors opened and no one else was inside. I closed my eyes and hesitated, only stepping onto the platform when the person shoved me forward. When I glanced over my shoulder, I could see a stark white mask covering his face and his hood was pulled up to cover his hair.

Regardless, he moved to get out of the way and motioned to the buttons. I pressed the glowing circle with the letter B in the center of it and down we went. Whatever was waiting for me there was unavoidable. I still held hope that a giant prank was in order. Maybe the whole family or the wedding party or both would be waiting down there.

Dr. Miller had gone somewhere for wedding shenanigans. But why would the person say that someone would die? And why would he take my phone? The hope I had grew bleaker with each passing thought, and with each passing floor. When a clunking sound finally indicated we had reached our destination, I swallowed hard.

My hands were shaking. My heart continued to thud. The doors flung open and the spa that I had leisurely visited for relaxation not all that long ago looked like a dungeon. It was dark and desolate. Even the smells that lingered in the air felt different; musty. All remnants of what this place had been during the day were tragically missing.

I took a deep breath and stepped out, trying to remember the exactly directions.

 “Where do I go?” I asked aloud.

Over my shoulder his arm extended and his index finger was a straight line. I walked forward, glancing in all directions.

“The spa is closed,” I said aloud. As afraid as I had been up to this point, an internal instinct for survival kicked in and I made an attempt to run back toward the elevator.

It caught him off guard. The man chased after me and I began peppering the word, “Fuck,” outloud as I began to push the little button with the arrow. 

The doors reopened and I bolted back into the elevator, only to be yanked back by my hair.

I screamed for the first time and then I was lifted from my feet, thrown over his shoulder as he carried me away. I watched as the elevator doors closed and got farther and farther away with each step he made into the blackness; the obscurity.

I kicked and screamed at first, trying to get away, but within just a second it got all the more real. With one swift movement he placed me down and there was an unmistakable feeling at the base of my throat. A thin, cold line pressed into my skin and it felt hard to breathe. A knife. The blade. All this person had to do was push and my life could be over. Right there.

“Okay,” I choked out, “Okay.” All hope for a bachelorette party was long gone. This was real. I was going to die in the spa of this place that had been a paradise no less than fifteen minutes earlier.

He walked me forward. The blade was still against my neck and we stepped in sync, like some kind of synchronized dance routine. I barely recognized the salt caves when they came into view. The lights were dimmer. The smell was musty. Each time I breathed in and out I worried the edge of the blade might penetrate my skin.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I could have gagged, but I managed not to. When I swallowed hard again it hurt. I knew asking him to loosen up his grasp would do no good. If anything, I thought it might prompt him to push harder against my throat.

The spongy ground beneath my feet somehow reminded me of quicksand. Metaphorically, that was the equivalent of this trek through the caves. I was getting deeper and deeper, and it became less likely that I would make it out again. There was no cavalry coming over the hill to save me or help out this situation. I knew I had to figure it out on my own.

We rounded a bend and the musty smell mixed with that of chlorine. It was a familiar smell. One that reminded me of the bottom lair of Dr. Miller’s house. A white sign with navy blue lettering and an arrow came into view beside a door I could barely make out. As we grew closer, I could see what the sign read.

POOL THIS WAY.

Pool. Swimming. What did this person have in mind? And how much did they know about me and my habits? Dr. Miller had taught me enough in our times together that I could make it short distances staying afloat; but what would happen if this guy flat out pushed me into the deep end of this swimming pool?

Death by drowning or death by stabbing. My options felt grim.

The chlorine smell was magnified when he reached around me and pulled the door open, still positioning himself at my rear. Outstretched before me was an oversized swimming pool, twice the size of Dr. Miller’s. The blue glow was the only lighting in the place.

A loud clank made me jump and I turned around to face the masked man behind me as he secured the door shut.

I put some distance between him and myself, though I stared right at him. In my mind I showed no fear, but I could feel my body trembling.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” He spoke normally now, all traces of his raspy whispers were gone, and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I knew that voice. He wasn’t a stranger. Not by a long shot.

“Is-is this a joke?” It had to be, right? It had to be. Though, at the same time I knew it couldn’t be. There was a long, drawn out pause. It was almost too dramatic. And then he removed the mask.

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[amaramizuki666]

Dp x DC crossover

so you know the danny is a son of one of the batfam au will how about one of the batfam being a kid of danny's. my personal fav for this au is jason because of the whole ‘welp my kid died too, mabey that says something about me’. but imagine the kid is damian. just danny goes to wayne manner going ‘congrats your not the father’ to bruce.

ok so turns out bruce was infertile witch kinda fucked talia over. so she went to a bar one night and met this guy who looked like bruce wayne almost to a te he just hat s slimer build. so she had a one night stand with the man, got pregnant and lied to ra and everyone saying daimean was bruce’s.

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danny only finds out he has a kid when he sees an interview of the wayne kids and sees damian and just has his ghost sinces going off going ‘BABY MINE, MY BABY, MUST PROTECT MY BABY’ because ghosts are very protective of their children. 

so danny goes to gotham immediately and is practically storming wayne manner. *aggressive knocking* alfred opens the door “can i help you sir?” “i want my child” danny says his eyes flaring green. “sir i assure you we don't have your child-” -”alfred whos at the door?” bruce asked. danny glared at the slightly shorter man “you have my son”. “look sir we don't know what your talking about, if your sone wandered onto the property we can help find him-” -”damian” danny interrupted bruce. both the butler and wayans gaze hardened as they looked at danny. “i’m sorry to inform you but damian is my masters blood son” alfred said “as alfred said, damian is my child” bruce added. 

“then lets do a paternity test” danny says glaring at the two, how dare they try to get in between him and his child. “if that will appease you, we have a machine inside for just that, please come in” bruce offered and danny stepped in. needless to say the test came back in danny's favor. bruce looked at the results over multiple times before going to hand it to danny “i already know, congrats your not the father” and with that a family meeting was called all bruce's children, minus jason hes legally dead where called home.

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the wayne family where all sat in a meeting room. they all had their eyes on the mysterious man who held himself with an air of pride. “whats this about b?” tim asked looking at his father figure. “well it has come to light that daiman is not my son” bruce says thirdly. the wayne children all went quiet “what the hell, you could have broke the news more gently” the man snapped and hit bruce upside the head.

“father what are you talking about?” damian asked quietly, he feels like ground is about to eat him whole, what is happening? “im sorry damian you had to find out like that. im danny nightingale, im your father” danny says walking over to damians side. “but i was told im the son of bruce wayne, i was raised to be the son of bruce wayne, your lying!” daiman snapped at danny. “i understand this is a lot to process, but i want you to know i want to get to know you, i want to be your father” danny says gently. “if your my father then where have you been, why weren't you with me!?” damian growls his eyes flashing green “i didn't about you, but once i did i came straight here, if i new about you before you would have been with me” danny's eyes mirrored damian’s but glowing far brighter.

 “for now ill leave you to talk to your family and give you time to think. i gave bruce my number so call if you want to talk to me sooner, ill be back next week on friday” danny said and just like that he vanished, starling everyone. damian was just sitting there unresponsive for the rest of the night.

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[cathedral-of-sinners]

Hihi Author! Can I please request Kazuha's nsfw alphabet?

Hi Anon!! You absolutely can!!

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: No pronouns/genitalia mentioned for reader, reader can be either sub or dom depending on the section, one use of 'dear' as a petname (U), not proofread

— Kazuha: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I can totally see him letting out a breathy chuckle after a few moments of after glow. Kazuha will look you in the eye and give you one of the cutest, soft smiles he can. Asks if you’re alright, if he was too rough or if anything is sore before going to fetch any needed items. Kazu is more than willing to blow a gentle breeze your way if you ask! Cuddles you close after - still smiling mind you, like he’s the happiest man in the world - before drifting off to sleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Has no favourite. If you were to ask him this very question he’d begin by giving you an answer, an explanation then giving a whole other answer with an explanation to that before repeating over and over (until someone stops him). He finds all of you attractive.

(He stares at your ass sometimes though. Just sometimes I swear. And it’s only a coincidence that he’s groping your bottom too, a quick slap here and there. He promises on the Shogun’s life it’s happenstance).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Oooohhhh boy oh boy! You can bet that he loves to cum on your stomach/chest. He finds it absolutely captivating the way it paints your skin - a truly beautiful sight.

D = Dirty Secret

While he's away overseas and in the solidarity of his room, Kazuha will jerk off to pictures of you. It wasn't his original intention, he swears! He was just missing you oh so dearly and pulled out a photo he took of you, longing to see your smile in person once more, to be wrapped up in your arms, to pour all his love in the form of kisses. How could he resist your lips after all? The same ones that kiss him so fervently, trailing from his mouth to along his jaw, down his neck before going so far low they're wrapping around his cock.

It's not his fault he has to deal with his hard-on all alone, at least with a picture of you he can imagine you're there too, basking in all the pleasure with him.

(He always has a picture of you on him - not only for the lonesome times but also for the lonesome nights)

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

This boy,,, pure, untouched. Kazuha can be dirty-minded all he wants but he's far from dirty-handed - all bark no bite (yet). He��s got all the pieces and knowledge he just has yet to set them into practice. Would you mind helping him out 👀

F = Favourite Position

Loves loves loves when you ride him! How could he not when it's the best position for him to see all of you <3 That, and he really likes the feeling of you bouncing on his cock.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s more humorous leading up to or after the deed is done. During the actual moment though he’s serious, body and mind focusing in and immersing himself in your shared pleasure. He takes your pleasure very seriously, should you be dissatisfied then it would sadden him greatly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

His hair's a little messy ever since he started on his journey as a wanderer but in no way is it off putting. Its like the sexy, messy kind of hair style but pubes version?? I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s long but kept contained?? Very much white like his hair however, perhaps a shade darker. Void of any red tho :(

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Is continuously asking if what he’s doing is alright or if it feels good. As mentioned, your pleasure is of upmost importance to him so by checking in with you he knows if he has to adjust his actions or not.

He smiles a lot at you too, soft ones no less. Kazuha looks at you as if your his whole world, his greatest find during his adventures (which you are).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Why in the name of all things unholy do I picture Kazuha as the type to languidly stroke himself, almost like he's not actually masturbating but just fiddling with his dick?

But anyway, yeah, a very slow stroker, he's in no hurry, content with soaking in every brush of his fingers. Likes to imagine that the feather lightness is you placing kisses sometimes.

Only jacks off if he knows he'll be undisturbed; it's not that he'd mind if you walked in on him, but there's a part of him that wants to just yoink for that little happy boost and then go on with his day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sensory Play: Kazuha is so in tune with his senses and he's well aware that removing one heightens the others. So, what better way to reach your and his orgasm than by increasing how you feel? His particular favourite is blindfolds, but he's willing to try out other methods if you want to!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Prefers places close to or inside your home - this includes right in the secluded garden adjacent to the house.

"The sounds of nature always puts me at ease, as does the sight of you. It's only right to combine the two during these special moments, don't you think?"

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whisper all the things you want to do to him and he's ready to go. As well, don’t be afraid to boldly show how much you want him. He really like it when you lean into him from behind, arm snaking to cup his hardening cock.

Also also, place kisses all along his neck and chest, literally melts so bad he can’t help the tiny moan bubbling past his lips.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Kazuha can never be too rough with you. Sure, he'll go a bruising pace with his thrusts, maybe a couple firm ass slaps but he refuses to go beyond that. He'll falter in what he's doing if he even thinks he was too rough with his hands, eyes widening as he looks to you to gauge your reaction.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving!! The wandering samurai gets drunk on your taste and pleasure, even just at the mere memory of all the times he’s went down on you before. Kazuha can and will go at it all night if he could, he loves it that much. It’s even better for you seeing as your lover was able to pick up all the little things you loved so quickly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Begins slow, allowing you and he feel every inch, dip and twitch of one another. Once you both settle into a steady rhythm only then the pace picks up. Kazuha makes sure that his adoration for you always shines bright though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He adorns the connection that comes with proper sex but he likes quickies as well. They happen mainly if he’s on a time crunch or if there’s people around. They feel like they happen often when the reality isn’t that simple, perhaps at least twice every two weeks they occur. After though, it’s always made up with a proper go at it, lust still lingering within you both.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh yeah he doesn't mind. As long as he has your absolute consent he'll do some wild things. Out in the forests of Inazuma, on the Crux with just a wooden door shielding you both from the party out on deck. As well, if Kazuha thinks you might like something while in the moment (like, to touch you in a certain way/spot) he'll go for it (will absolutely retract his hand though if you don't like it)!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

While he is a strong boy, a very fast boy too, I say he's got two well-paced rounds in him. For some reason, he gets kinda tired way more easily when it comes to lovemaking. He lasts for a while though so that's a plus?

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own them but he's willing to use them! Likes using them on you more than himself since your pleasure is his pleasure, though if you ask nicely then he'll let you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease but doesn't do it often cause he also loves to please. Kazu can't help but chuckle when he sees you squirm as he denies what you want most (he's touching everywhere but there!)

"What's wrong dear? You want me to touch you? I am though :)"

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very breathy <3333 He starts out quiet enough but the longer you both go on the more he disregards the risk of someone hearing (if you're out and about/near people). Not like screaming loud but like normal talking volume? Maybe a tad louder than that. Either way, his voice fills the room in some of the most beautiful gasps <3

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kazuha likes to experiment but there's one aspect he's always remained apprehensive of. Drunk or high sex, more so with the former. He knows he gets a little wonky when he drinks and he'd never forgive himself if he did something to hurt you simply because he wasn't safe.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average size, leans more towards length than girth though. Curves ever so slightly inwards.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I was having a 'lil bit of a brain rot about really horny Kazuha so Imma write that lmao.

Anyway! It's like every other day (sometimes there's a two-day gap) that the male will saunter on up behind you, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, cock rubbing against your ass. He's addicted to you, he can't help but want you nine times outta ten.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He's droopy-eyed the moment the last little bit of adrenaline leaves his body <3 He’ll curl up right next to you, chest flush against your skin as he draws shapes on your arm or back. As time ticks by though you can feel his movements slow. Within ten minutes, he’s out.

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[dumplingsjinson]

Heyy there, I'm working on a new fanfic and since I'm a very new writer, maybe you could write some prompts for me? Like: realizing feelings, pining, cute interactions❤️ So far my fanfictions have been quite short, but I desperately wanna write a longer pining fic. Would you help me out pls? 🙏

List of realisation of feelings prompts

The idea that they could ever like them had always seemed so ludicrous to them, almost laughable, but right now, as they gaze at them; as they watch their lips curl up into its usual sweet smile and their eyes light up, the rays of the afternoon sun glowing softly on their skin, they can feel their heartbeat quickening, their breath catching in their throat. Oh, they think, the thought fleeting but enough to make them swallow, thickly, as the realisation dawns upon them. So maybe I do like them.

“Oh, I’m so fucking screwed. I’m fucked. I’m like— fucked fucked.” “What happened?” “My stupid feelings happened, that’s what.” 

Letting slip an “I like you” but not taking it back even as Character B stares at them, eyes wide. “What?” Character B asks, and Character A clenches their jaw. “I like you,” Character A repeats, firmer this time. “I don’t know how it happened, but I… I like you.” 

Realising that they like them but choosing to hide their feelings because they don’t want to ruin what they already have.

“I don’t know why I act the way I do around you, but I just… It’s not normal. I’m not usually like this.” “…You do know why, you’re just too scared to admit to it out loud.”

Only realising how they feel when they see them in the arms of another person. 

“I didn’t realise how breath-taking you were until today.” 

“You’re always driving me up the fucking walls, but even then, I still like you.” 

“I can’t believe this!” “What? What happened?” “I like them. I fucking like them. What the hell?”

“…This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with you.” 

List of “so I think I have a one-sided crush on them, so I’m going to pine after them, not tell them how I feel while assuming they don't feel the same towards me” prompts

“You’ve been acting so weird lately. Is something wrong?” “Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just feeling a little under the weather, that’s all.”

“Did I do something wrong?” “No, of course not. Why?” “Because I can feel you distancing yourself from me.”

Staring at them from afar and wishing they could have something more with them. 

The usual “They’d never like me back, not in that way” and being met with incredulous stares from their friends because are they really that dense?

“I don’t get it. What is it that you really want from me?” “I want…” You. “I want you to stay away from me.” 

Knowing — or more like assuming — they’d never like them back but still falling, hard, anyway.

Soft, intimate gestures shared between them that have their heart beating like crazy. 

Both of them on the brink of spilling their guts to each other but the thought of ruining their friendship is so terrifying that it keeps them at bay. 

It’s all about the internal yearning and angst. IT’S ALL ABOUT THE INTERNAL YEARNING AND ANGST. IT’S ALL ABOUT THE INTERNAL YEARNING AND ANGST. (I cannot stress this enough!!)

“I can’t— I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore.” “What the hell does that mean?” “I can’t keep pretending, [name]! I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. It’s to the point where it kills me because you would never see me the way I see you.”

List of cute interactions between characters 

Playing with the other’s hair, fingers carding through soft locks; the other person letting them play with their hair.

Leaning into their touch, a contented smile on their lips.

Leaning against each other while they’re both laughing over something only they find funny.

Glancing at each other across the room, matching smiles dawning upon their faces as their eyes meet somewhere in the middle.

Hugs that last longer than usual but neither of them minding it, content with being in each other’s arms.

Singing the other to sleep.

Being each other’s personal cheerleaders.

Nose boops that have the other person wrinkling their nose, eliciting laughter from the booper.

Coming up with nicknames only they call each other.

Character A waking up to the Character B gazing at them. “What?” Character A asks, sleepiness tinging their softly-spoken words. “Nothing. You’re just… Really pretty,” Character B mumbles, brushing a strand of hair behind their ear which has fallen into their face, and Character A’s cheeks pinken at that.

LINKING PINKIES (literally will go feral over this!!!)

Unable to stop a smile from curling at their lips whenever the other does something in which most people would find stupid, but they find so incredibly endearing. 

Their hands always finding each other’s no matter the circumstance.

Forehead kisses which linger for longer than necessary. 

Falling asleep on a call together because neither of them want to hang up.

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[bambiraptorx]

Got bitten by the writing bug and stayed up last night writing this out lol

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Leo's up in the middle of the night- nothing unusual for him- a glass of water in his hand as he makes the trek through the darkened lair back to his room. Normally he'd just drink it in the kitchen, but this is shaping up to be a night where he can't get to sleep no matter how much he tosses and turns and presses his shell against the wall and stares into the dark, waiting in the horrible silence for something to move-

Point is, he'd rather have some water in his room, for the next time he decides his throat is a little dry. Really, he should have invested in a water bottle by now. He skirts around the edge of the living room, half muttering to himself under his breath just so he stops listening so intensely to the utter lack of noise around him.

"It's normal, totally normal. Dad fell asleep in his actual room for once, that's why he's not here. And if he was, someone would have come by to turn the lights off. Besides, didn't Donnie say he was building in an automatic timer so the TV goes off after one in the morning? And it's definitely past one now."

He rambles to himself quietly, pushing through the discomfort and the shadows that never hold anything worse than misplaced memories. It's fine, really, there's nothing in the dark anyway, and if there was he would see it, and none of them ever had a taste for hiding- right?

Something slithers against the stone.

His heart stops. It has to, because there's no other reason for him to freeze like he does. That sound, that sound that he knows all too well because his brain replays it so often he isn't sure at first if it's real or not. He whirls around, his cup sloshing- where's the source? Where is it? Where-

There. Up against the wall just a little further ahead, something that he can't make out in the darkness. Something... small, with yellow-y glowing eyes.

"B-B-Bee?" He stutters, and his heart kicks into high gear, pounding and thumping against the inside of his plastron with a vengeance. "Wha-what are you... doing up?"

"Hungee," they say tersely, unblinking. Their eyes (just two for now) shine unnaturally in the dark. Not the tapetum lucidum kind of shine, with light reflected from an outside source, but an internal near-glow. A strange half radiance, that he's only seen in one other... person... in his life.

"An..." Bea's voice drops low, a bare difference from the silence that she's interrupted. "Cold."

Oh, poor kid. If there's anything that the two of them have in common, it's a hatred of being cold. For Leo, of course, he knows where it came from (there's a reason he's currently wrapped up in the biggest, fluffiest robe he can find, even when the lair is barely dipping into 'chilly'), but Beatrice? Anyone's guess, really.

Leo crouches down, careful not to spill his water any more than he already has, and holds an arm out. "Okay, little hellion, let's find your dad. He might be up."

Bea stares at his hand for a moment. "Where?"

"His lab, baby beans. Y'know, the place he used to keep you?" And should still keep her- Leo clamps down on that nasty little thought as soon as it passes through his head. He can't show any sign of that type of thinking around Bea, she barely trusts him enough as it is. And he, well, wouldn't be comfortable knowing she's out here alone.

Uncontained.

Wow, his brain is full of all sorts of fun little surprises tonight! And it is far too late slash early to unpack any of that!

Beatrice tilts their head to the side, a little too far, and steps into his reach. He scoops her up against his side, watching carefully as she all but burrows into the side of his robe, no longer bothering to hold to her turtle form as she does so. Must have been out for a while to get that cold.

"Let's go find Donnie, mmkay little munchkin?"

A tentacle reaches up and tugs at his robe's neckline, just a little too close for comfort. "Sssstay?"

"Oh, of course you can stay with him, booger," Leo laughs, and deliberately misses the other possible interpretations of their question. There's multiple evident, of course, like her wanting to say with him tonight or to have him stay with her and Donnie, but any other meanings are wholly irrelevant.

He's not staying anywhere near Beatrice on a night like this.

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #beatrice helena oc #rottmnt leo #leonardo hamato #rottmnt oc #my writing #rottmnt fanfic #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[demi-gods-posts]

The Stars are Sure Bright out Tonight…

Son of Apollo x Daughter of Nyx

(Camper A = Daughter of Nyx)

(Camper B = Son of Apollo)

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The child of the sun woke up in a cold sweat, panting and heaving as tears fell down their face. A annoyed groan leaving his lips as he sat up out of bed. Trying not to awake their half-siblings.

“Ugh.. ain’t going back to sleep after that..”

They left the confines of their cabin. Walking over to the statue of Zeus’s hand.. the god of the sky and too many kids.. geez wonder how his kids must feel.. looking away from the statue he walked down to the waterside, yawning and stretching as they walked.

The walk wasn’t that far, just a simple jog to the water. It always calmed him down after a long day under the gaze of the sun, being able to bask in the moonlight and see the stars twinkle, lost stories waiting to be told. Stories of huntresses and monsters, stories of the past and future stories to come.

They’re eyes wandered away from the sky and over to the water, seeing another body there at the water. Sitting on the dock with their feet hanging over the edge and into the water. They seemed to be looking up at the stars before hearing the camper arrive.

“Oh hello.. I didn’t expect anyone to be up this late..” He heard them say from the dock, it seemed like they glowed in the moonlight almost in an ethereal way? It might have been one of his siblings glowing or something.. maybe some naiad or nymph.

He walked down the small dock and sat a foot away from the person, looking over towards them and noticing they were from the Nyx cabin, someone they had seen many times before around camp but never got the time to talk to them.

“So.. why are you awake so late?” He finally asked after a few moments, looking back up at the stars.

She turned her head to look at the boy beside her, seeing his skin glow slightly in the dark night. “Looking at the stars.. it makes me feel nice to be connected to my mother in some way.. heh.. my one of my camp siblings said that the stars always burned brighter when I was around. Wonder if that means anything hm?” She said with a small disheartened laugh. “And why are you out here?” She asked and looked up toward the skies again.

“He he.. yeah maybe it’s a sign or something, had a nightmare.. the water is calming.” He said and she hummed in response.

“Why not just wait until morning? To feel the light of the sun, or ~Apollo~.” She said, adding a joking tone when she said Apollo. Making him laugh. “Nah nah, it’s like he’s staring us down. Almost watching us in a way? But here.. I feel. Warmer I guess? Like I’m not being eyed on all day by my father. Might just become an owl or something and become nocturnal.” He said with a light shrug.

“Pfft.. yeah right. Half your siblings are already nocturnal. I saw Will running off into the woods with Nico to teach him how to do archery or something or other..” she joked and he laughed. “Sounds like them for sure..” he said through a small chuckle. Yawning and pulling up his knees to his chest and laying his head on his knees to look at the stars.

“Is Hypnos catching up to you?” She joked and he snickered a bit along with her.

“yeah yeah.. the stars sure are bright out tonight..” he said and she smiled, “guess it’s a sign then.” “Nah.. they’re just trying to mimic your beauty~” he teased a bit and she laughed. A soft blush forming on her face in the darkness.

“hm.. wanna have a movie night tomorrow? We can get some of the Hermes kids to get us some snacks. They owe me a favor for doing their camp leaders chores for a week.” She suggested and he looked at her, “yeah id love to! If you don’t know if you know me already I’m Camper B. Son of Apollo” He said and held out his hand for them to shake hands she shook his hand and smiled.

“The names Camper A, as you can tell. Daughter of Nyx”

#percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #percy jackon and the olympians #rick riordan #pjo series #pjoverse #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #pjo disney+ #boo #pjo hc #pjo fandom #nyxcabin #pjo fanfic

[liightsout]

the blue - part four

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✯ summary: mattie goes out for drinks with the boys. danny and mattie get to know each other a lil better ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯

✯ content warnings: light swearing, alcohol consumption, danny and mattie being sickeningly cute ✯

✯ now playing: vienna - billy joel ✯

✯ masterlist ✯

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Feb 2021

It had been around six weeks since Mattie had met Daniel. Although it certainly hadn’t been the last time she had thought about him. Far from it in fact. 

She caught herself thinking about the Australian every time she found herself in the cafe across from her flat, buying her usual iced oat milk latte and blueberry muffin. 

It was on the Monday morning after their introduction that she had found out from one of the baristas that a tall, charming Australian man had come into the cafe early Saturday morning and had awkwardly asked the staff if they knew what the “pretty girl called Mattie who lived across the street’s favourite muffin was”. 

She found herself thinking about him most evenings as she curled up on the sofa. Subconsciously she would inhale the intoxicating scent now attached to her blanket and she would be reminded of those glowing brown eyes and gleaming smile. 

It didn’t help that her roommate appeared to have developed a bromance with her new found crush. Just when she had managed to shake the thought of Daniel Ricciardo from her mind, Adam would be there to bring him up again and again. 

“Did you know Danny has a clothing line? He said he’d send me some of the new stuff from before it drops” 

“Look at this meme Danny just sent me, you’re gonna die, it’s so funny!” 

“I think Danny is going to smash it this year. I’ve got such a good feeling about it” 

Adam had even taken to joining Daniel during his work out sessions with his coach and long time friend Michael. 

She simply could not shake Daniel Ricciardo from her brain. 

It was made even worse when she had woken up one morning and saw the notification  danielricciardo has requested to follow you on Instagram. She had stared at her phone for a good while before her hands finally started working again and she was able to navigate her way to the app in question. She had nervously debated what to do for a few minutes before concluding it would be weirder if she didn’t accept the request. 

Wouldn’t it? 

Either way, she now found herself reeling at the knowledge that the most gorgeous man she had ever seen had taken the time to request to follow her on Instagram. She knew in the deepest parts of her brain that she was over romanticising the action. A habit she found herself doing a lot. Adam would blame it on the hundreds of Romance novels she had read over the years. 

She decided to squash her over-active imagination by reminding herself that Daniel had probably only followed her due to his budding friendship with Adam. Although, he did only follow 398 other people. He had millions of followers. Endless possibilities of people he could follow, and he chose for her to be one of them. It shouldn’t have made her feel as special as it did. 

It was lunchtime on a Saturday in February that the opportunity to see Daniel again in person arose. 

“I’m going out with Danny and Lando later, just a few drinks down the pub if you wanna join?” Adam’s first plea had come early that Saturday afternoon. She had told him she’d think about it, but not to get his hopes up. He knew the score, she wasn’t one for going out and partying. She found comfort in a quiet night at home, curled up on the sofa, a vinyl spinning and a good book in her hands. 

It was around 6PM when his attempts continued. 

“Please come Mattiea! It’ll be one of the last times we get the chance to go out properly before the season starts and you know how much I miss you when I’m gone! It won’t be a crazy one, just a few pints down the pub and then home and in bed by 11PM. I promise!” 

Adam knew her weak spots. He knew she wouldn’t be able to turn him down once he mentioned the fact he’d be leaving again soon. He also knew she couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. She never could, even when they were kids. It was how he had convinced her to go joy riding in his dad’s car around the old abandoned airfield when they were 16. But that was a story for another day. 

She weighed up her options. She could go out with them for a few drinks. She would make sure she didn’t stay for too long and would only have 1 or 2. She didn’t want to allow any opportunity for further embarrassment or for her crush to develop even stronger. The latter she feared would be inevitable with any time she spent in the presence of Daniel Ricciardo. 

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Mattie pulled nervously at the skirt covering her legs. She had spent hours agonising over an outfit and had finally settled on something comfortable, but cute. A forest green corduroy skirt, black long sleeve, oversized leather jacket, dark tights and her favourite Doc Marten Sinclair platform boots. 

She had checked hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before she had concluded she felt confident enough. 

Yet, here she found herself following her best friend into the pub growing more and more anxious with each step she took. She had reasoned with herself that she had nothing to be anxious about, but she could not calm the nerves seeping into her bones. 

Adam, ever the empath, sensed his best friend's anxiety the minute they had left the flat. As the pair walked further into the pub towards the bar, he placed a comforting hand on the small of her back. Casually letting the smaller girl know he was there and she didn’t need to worry. 

“A pint of Neck Oil and a double gin and tonic please” Adam said to the man behind the bar. Mattie inwardly sighed in relief. Adam was a life saver. She wasn’t sure yet that she had remembered how to speak properly. She realised she would have to figure it out sooner rather than later as her eyes found Lando’s across the bar, his hand frantically waving back and forth beckoning the two of them over. 

She could see the back of Daniel’s head. His brown curly locks tousled to perfection. How did the back of his head look cute? Ugh. She hated this. Stupid feelings. 

Mattie grabbed her drink and thanked the bartender. She turned and followed Adam as he  walked through the crowded bar, easily paving a path for them to the corner where Danny and Lando sat opposite each other in a booth. 

“Adamskiiiiiiiii” Lando called affectionately towards his friend moving over to allow the male to sit down beside him. “And Matilda! I haven’t seen you in ages! I’m so glad you came!” 

Matilda felt the smile creep onto her face. She loved Lando. He was three years her junior and a thousand percent her unofficial adopted younger brother. They found a friendship during lockdowns playing various games together online with Adam. The younger male found her lack of skill, but determination to do well endearing and admirable. He also liked that she was as easy to make blush as he was to make laugh. It helped that he thought she was pretty fit as well. 

“Hey Lando” Mattie spoke softly, smiling at the younger boy. Her eyes nervously looked down at the empty space beside Daniel as she found herself moving to sit down next to him. 

“Howdy” Daniel spoke out to the table with a grin, greeting the pair as they got themselves settled. Matilda turned her eyes to look at his face for the first time since she arrived. 

“Hi Daniel” Mattie said, her voice shaking slightly. Fuck. She hoped he didn’t notice how nervous she was. Her hand reached out for her drink, gulping down a couple mouthfuls through the straw, careful not to smudge her lip stain. 

“Daniel? Ooft. Please call me Danny. Daniel makes it sound like we’re not friends, and if we aren’t friends, well that would break my heart” the Aussie joked. His arm moving to nudge the girl next to him.  

“Oh, we’re friends?” Mattie said, her eyes looking carefully to the man next to her. 

“We’re definitely friends. I don’t buy baked goods for people who aren’t my friends.” 

Mattie felt her cheeks heat up as her smile widened. She looked across the table to see if the boys had been listening in to their conversation. They weren’t. The pair had already launched into a detailed conversation about a round of golf they had planned and the latest video game release they were excited for. 

“I meant to thank you for that. It was really sweet of you. You didn’t have anything to apologise for, it was that idiot that woke me up” Mattie said as she pointed a finger towards her best friend sitting across from her. 

Sensing he was being spoken about, Adam's eyes looked across the table to his friend. His eyes narrowed. “You said you forgave me! It was weeks ago now! I bought you sushi to apologise! What more do you want from me?” 

Lando laughed at the excuses coming from the man sitting next to him. He looked towards his fellow driver and noticed the heart eyes the Aussie had for the girl he was sitting next to. He didn’t blame Danny. Mattie was a stunner. 

“Right, before you land yourself in shit mate, let’s go play a game of pool” Lando spoke as he nudged his friend, urging him to slide out of the booth next to him. 

Adam’s eyes immediately found Mattie’s, silently asking for her approval to leave her alone with Danny. Mattie nodded her head quickly. Her heart deciding before her brain that some time alone with the older man sitting next to her wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. 

Adam and Lando stood up and headed over to the pool table a few feet away from the booth. Mattie watched as Adam walked over to the bar, ordering the group another round of drinks. 

With newfound courage Mattie stood up from her seat next to Danny and moved to the other side of the booth. She sat down opposite him and smiled taking a sip of the new drink that had been placed in front of her by Adam. 

“Seeing as we’ve established we’re friends now, we should probably get to know each other a bit better, don’t ya think?” Danny spoke towards the girl in front of him. He took the opportunity now that she was in front of him to properly admire her. 

He really didn’t think he had ever seen someone so effortless before. 

“Do you want to play twenty questions?” Mattie offered, her voice less shaky as it had been previously. The alcohol gave her the liquid confidence she felt she needed so desperately. 

“Absolutely! Nothing dirty though, the last thing I need is you spilling all my secrets to the press!” the Aussie quipped with a grin. He knew she wouldn’t do that. She didn’t seem the type. Her eyes were too kind. Her smile too soft. 

“Let’s start easy. What’s your favourite food?”

“You’re right, you are starting easy. I’ll go with pizza. Can’t beat it, and it’s good everywhere in the world” Danny explained, “You next, what’s your favourite food? You can’t say blueberry muffins. That doesn’t count, it’s not a meal.” 

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Mattie dramatically frowned. Blueberry muffins were her favourite food, and she definitely had substituted them for a meal more times then she would care to admit. She imagined Danny’s diet was far stricter and far more regular than hers.

She thought for a minute before answering “ok fine, my favourite meal is probably pasta, but like fresh pasta from a proper Italian restaurant. There’s one near our flat that delivers. It’s a bit pricey but it’s so worth it. Adam and I always get it on special occasions.” 

“Ok, ok, good choice. A woman after my own heart. I can get on board with that. I grew up on Italian food, my parents didn’t want me to forget my Italian heritage despite growing up in Australia” Danny explained. 

“My turn to ask a question! This one means a lot to me, but I wouldn't bother asking it back to me cus I don’t think I can answer it. What’s your favourite song?” Danny asked curiously. 

“I think anyone who knows me would expect me to say anything by Taylor Swift. She’s my hero. But the real answer is a bit more classic if I’m totally honest. My favourite song of all time is Vienna by Billy Joel. I have the lyrics tattooed on my arm” Mattie answered quickly, her eyes filling with joy as she pulled the sleeve of her shirt up to show Danny the ink on her arm. 

Danny looked down to the arm now extended towards him with the words delicately etched into the skin on the girl's forearm ‘Vienna waits for you’.

He grinned as his eyes looked back up to find hers. She smiled back at him, pulling down her sleeve and placing her hands back in her lap. 

A beat of silence passed between the pair. 

Mattie’s brain immediately kicked into overdrive. Had she said too much? Why did she just thrust her arm at the man in front of her? He didn’t care that much what her favourite song was. She didn’t need to prove it to him by showing him the tattoo she had gotten as soon as she had turned 18. 

Danny noticed the look of panic etching onto the girl’s face. He regretted not answering sooner. For one of the few times in his life he had found himself searching for words. 

He found Mattie absolutely fascinating. How many girls in their twenties had Billy Joel lyrics tattooed on their body? And how many of them would be displaying it so proudly without a care in the world? But in the same breath, she seemed so nervous after the fact. Almost as if she’d shown a piece of herself to him and she was scared she’d shared too much. 

He concluded in that moment that she could never share too much with him. He would take whatever she offered him. 

“That’s really cool, like super fucking cool in fact. You didn’t strike me as a girl with ink. I’m glad you are though. Super cool. And excellent song choice as well, definitely a classic.” Danny spoke, trying to reassure the brunette that she had nothing to worry about. 

Mattie sighed with relief. He didn’t think she was a weirdo. And if he did, he was being awfully kind about it. 

“Thanks. Not a lot of people would agree. Or only know who Billy Joel is because of Uptown Girl and think that’s the lyrics I chose to get tattooed on my body for the rest of my life” Mattie spoke “you said you wouldn’t be able to answer the question, so I’ll change it slightly, what’s your favourite song at the moment?” 

“Fair, I can answer that. I’ve been listening to a lot of Zach Bryan, he’s a country artist, you might not be into that, but yeah he’s awesome, he’s got a song called The Good I’ll Do and that’s definitely been on repeat for me recently” Danny answered easily. 

“Oh yeah I noticed that, you’re into the whole cowboy thing aren’t you?” Mattie replied, taking a sip from the drink in front of her. She could feel the swirl of alcohol running through her veins as her eyes moved to look up at the man in front of her. 

“Urm Mattie… have you been stalking my Instagram?” Danny joked bringing a hand up to his mouth to feign shock. He watched as the girl's face started to turn red as she shook her head. 

“No, well not really, it’s just that I’ve followed you on Insta for a while, and I’ve seen you post about it before. I’m not a creep, I promise I just-” the girl rambled, embarrassment filling her body as she attempted to explain herself. 

“Woah, woah, I’m joking sweetheart. Honestly I think it’s flattering that you even bothered to remember that about me.” Danny spoke softly to the girl. Cursing himself internally for making her think she had embarrassed herself. He was the one that should be embarrassed. What a shit joke. 

“Oh ok, cool, as long as you don’t think I’m a creep or something” Mattie offered, shrugging her shoulders in a desperate attempt to save the conversation. 

“Far from it. I pinky promise” the man said as he extended his hand out towards her, his pinky finger extended. His eyes met hers as he urged her to join him. 

Without thinking much about it Mattie raised her hand to meet the one in front of her, her pinky finger linking with his and their hands moving up and down.

“Right, who wants another drink then?” the pair heard as they pulled their hands away from each other.

Mattie looked up and saw that Lando and Adam were now standing next to the booth. She immediately noticed the questioning eyes of her best friend, who she feared had definitely seen the interaction between herself and Daniel that had occurred seconds before their arrival. 

“Only if you’re paying” Danny exclaimed pointing at his team mate. 

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✯ authors note: part four!!! this is such a long chapter so if you made it this far, congrats!!! danny and mattie are so cute it actually hurts my heart ✯

#daniel ricciardo #dr3 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfiction #danny ric #f1 fanfic #dr3 imagine #daniel ricciardo fluff #formula 1 #f1 fic #lando norris fanfic #lando norris #ln4 #mclaren f1 #mclaren

[dark-elf-writes]

So you seem to have two options for how chaos theory goes, a. they get veld and the Turks immediately start a war and b. Cloud shows up in Midgar at fifteen before and drives the Turks nuts but I'm here to suggest a third option:

Vincent decides to go ahead and kill Hojo himself but Cloud panics when he tries to go too far away and Vincent decides the solution to this is to find a babysitter in Midgar.

And you know. The Turks aren't what they used to be. The entire older generation was wiped out by Shinra's expansionist stupidity except for Veld, who is broken after so much loss. The oldest person left in the entire family clan department is Tseng. But that doesn't mean they don't remember the old rules, number one of which is that if an elder Turk tells you to do something, you shut up and do it.

And then fucking Vincent Valentine, the most lethal but weirdly empathetic assassin the Turks ever produced, who was declared dead years ago, shows up with glowing red eyes, hands them a clearly enhanced toddler, and tells them to watch him and ignore any screams coming out of the Science Department or the Presidential Suite.

Like, what are they supposed to do except watch Cloud? Valentine crawled out of the grave for whatever this is, they'll shut their traps, cry a little about finally having a parent adult more experienced Turk around, watch the baby, and clean up after him if he needs it.

Just the sheer power of Turks who were raised with a "listen to your elders so you don't die" mentality deciding that obviously they should listen to Vincent even if they're supposed to be bodyguarding the President because a new little sibling is clearly more important.

The best part of this is that Tseng is like approximately 9 years or so older than Cloud so if Vincent went after Shinra in the first year or so of having Cloud than Tseng is like… tops 16.

Sixteen and out of his depth. Sixteen and a leader who wants nothing more than to follow. Sixteen and already lost all of those that came before him and he alone is left to pick up the pieces and raise the next generation of Turks.

Sixteen and he sees none other than Vincent Valentine who had helped raise train him approaching with a child with too knowing eyes bright with mako.

He wants to ask, knows he should ask, but…

He can’t. Instead simply opening his arms to take the child that Vincent held out to him without a word.

Vincent lingers for a moment, looking over the pair of them (and what a sight they must make. Tseng knows his mask is in shambles with the sight of his dead mentor walking in like nothing has changed — except everything has and the gauntlet that didn’t quite hide the changes to Vincent’s arm said he knew that as well — and the child whose name he didn’t even know was torn between reaching for Vincent with wide panicked eyes and fisting a hand in his suit like he couldn’t believe Tseng was real) he reaches up to press his flesh hand to Tseng’s face like he used to when he was young and in need of comfort.

“Watch Cloud.” He said to so simply. Like Tseng would do anything other than watch the strange enhanced child placed in his arms.

Tseng bites back the whine that threatened to escape when Vincent pulled away (the soft, sad look in those burning red eyes told him he knew) but Vincent only presses a hand to the child, Cloud’s, mane of blond spikes. “Listen to Tseng. I will be back.”

The child jolts scrambling for Vincent’s hand but the man leans down to press a kiss to the Cloud’s forehead instead. “I trust him. He will not let anything happen to you.”

It wasn’t a threat, exactly, even though Tseng knew the consequences of betraying Vincent would make whatever he was planning with that monstrous pistol look tame in comparison. Tseng wouldn’t let anything happen to Cloud. The thought of betrayal had never even crossed his mind from the moment the dead man appeared in his office with a child and apparent murder on his mind.

Vincent was a Turk. Turks served until death. Rumors of Vincent’s death were apparently quite exaggerated. Turks trusted their own above all else, particularly their superiors.

Tseng swallowed, proud when his voice didn’t so much as waver when he spoke. “Let me call my people back before you do… whatever it is you’re going to do.” It wasn’t a question really, he was supposed to be the director now after all, but he had no doubt that Vincent heard the words for what they were. A plea to save his people. His clan.

Vincent patted Tseng’s head like he had patted Cloud’s. “I’m headed to the science floors first. That should give your people elsewhere time.”

Tseng nodded, already pulling his phone to signal his people to come back. To go to ground even if the president himself ordered otherwise.

They were Turks. Their only loyalty was to each other.

#the elf talks #ff7 #Chaos theory au #not sure if it will be canon to the au but I do like it so we shall tag it for now

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Sirius Black x gn! Reader - Burn

A/n: This is a song fic from the song burn from Hamilton, this also isn't by best work because I wrote it so long ago but I thought it would be a good way to kick of heartbreak week because it the least angsty out of all them!

Heartbreak week masterlist?

Summary: You were warned but you ignored them in favor of love, now look where that got you

Warnings: Cheating, heartbreak, implied abusive black family (just barely,) I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Parings: (romantic) Sirius x reader, (platonic) unnamed sister OC x reader]

I saved every letter you wrote to me

From the moment I read them

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine

"Y/n you have another letter!" Your sister yells at you as you run down the stairs to tear it from her hands.

"Hey!"

You ignore her, ripping open the letter your eyes racing over the paragraphs, and memorizing each and every word. You drink in the pages, and pages of words and your heart had learned to love the smell of ink and parchment.

You love Sirius, perhaps you were too young to know but you love him. It was harsh sometimes your relationship, mostly due to his parents but you two dealt with it fine. You were in love, what more could you need?

Do you know what Angelica said

When we saw your first letter arrive?

"You should run Y/n." Your sister whispered to you as you cradled the letter in your hands like it was the most precious jewel there was to behold.

"You should run far away before he breaks you."

She said, be careful with that one, love

He will do what it takes to survive

"He wouldn't!" You snapped, aghast at what your sister had even the guts to say. How could she think that!

"Sirius is caring and loving! He would never-"

Your sister just shakes her head and takes your hands into hers. The look in her eyes was sad, terribly sad.

"Just be careful is all I'm saying."

You consider her words for second before nodding, with this you could agree with her. You would guard your heart with your life, but you would also wear it on your sleeve. You were a fool in love.

You and your words flooded my senses

Your sentences left me defenseless

Your hands intertwine with Sirius's as you look at him like he's a star. When you looked at him like that he was, he was a bright star and you were just a lonely moon that was in his orbit. Not even significant enough to matter.

"I'm going to have to spend Christmas away again."

He sighs pulling away from you rubbing his hands over his face.

"Do you have to?" His voice breaks a little as he peaks at you with his twinkling grey eyes.

You built me palaces out of paragraphs

You built cathedrals

For a split second you almost say no, you nearly slip into the habit but you can't. You had to spend Christmas with your family, even if it meant being away from your boyfriend for a couple of weeks.

He sighs yet again, he seems to be doing that quite a bit lately before he pulls you into a long loving kiss.

It ends too soon as he pulls away from you, you miss the heat that he brings and the certain happiness that could only come from him.

"I'll be okay love." He says but there's a particular way he says it, almost like he's relived that you're not staying, yet you brush it off. It was just nothing... Right?

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote to me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign

And when you were mine

You scrambled through the Hogwarts corridors, you could see your lover again! After all the time spent away, you could see him again! You seemed to be glowing as you ran around Hogwarts looking for him, only for the sight you see to be the worst thing your eyes have ever laid upon.

He was kissing someone else. In front of everyone.

The world seemed to burn

Burn

They just kept on kissing as some foolish students would cheer them on and he would grin cockily pulling away from the person before they would pull him right back in.

You published the letters she wrote you

You told the whole world

How you brought this girl into our bed

In clearing your name

You have ruined our lives

You couldn't take it anymore you ran out of the hallway crying your eyes out. Why would he do it? Why!

So you ran to your sister.

And as soon as she saw your eyes filled with tears as some already flooded down your face she dreaded the words you were about to say. Ultimately though, she knew just as you opened your mouth what you were about to voice.

"You were right."

Do you know what Angelica said

When she read what you'd done?

"He's a fool." She said as she cradled you in her arms.

"He's a fool for losing you." She whispered into your ear.

She said, you've married an Icarus

He has flown too close to the sun

"I had to do it Y/n!" Sirius hollers at you as you try and find a way to escape the room you were in.

He had cornered you in an empty classroom, as he's been trying to talk to you for weeks now. You've been avoiding him like the plague, with good reason.

You and your words obsessed with your legacy

Your sentences border on senseless

"My family was getting on my ass for dating you! So I had to make them happy and I thought-"

Slap!

The crisp, clear clap of your hand meeting his face echoes throughout the room as you gaze upon him with angry eyes. You weren't sad anymore you were furious and burning with rage, the flames consuming you and everything else around it.

And you are paranoid in every paragraph

How they perceive you

You, you, you!

"If you wanted to please your family so bad you aren't the Sirius I know and love." You snare at him.

You take a step forward backing him into the wall behind him.

"If you ever think anyone or even your family is going to see how I was a fool to be in love with you like before, you would be wrong!"

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted

When you broke her heart

You have torn it all apart

Taking the letters out of your pocket you look at them once more, reading them all and sometimes even smiling slightly at the versus. You loved him, you still do. Some part of you would always love him.

So it had to burn.

I'm watching it burn

Watching it burn

You don't even need a wand, you don't even move your hands the letters just burst into flames in front of you.

Sirius gasped as he lunged for the letters (they must have been dear to him too) but you just kept on feeding the fire with them, as you tossed one after another in the flames.

The world has no right to my heart

The world has no place in our bed

"Y/n, please! I needed to find a place to stay at-" He throws a hand through his hair but you don't stop the distress that is going through him. In simple terms you don't care anymore it's not your problem.

"My family had threaten to kick me out! I just needed to find a place to stay! But I didn't have anytime so I kissed them thinking if the information reached them in time they'd let me off the hook!"

They don't get to know what I said

I'm burning the memories

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you

Looking over at him with a blank face you just shrug your shoulders uncaring.

"We both know you could have asked James."

You forfeit all rights to my heart

A trace of fear flashes in his eyes and you know the truth.

"What did you think I'd really fall for that trick?" Your voice is monotone but it hides an underlying threat. Or maybe in was a very real threat, that was very real now.

You forfeit the place in our bed

"Y/n please don't do this! Don't burn those letters!"

"So? So!" Finally your voice has fury in it and suddenly Sirius is flown back across the room and more papers, and desks, light on fire. But it doesn't spread unless you want it to.

"So you can be the good guy? Ah!" You laugh as you throw more letters into the fire.

You'll sleep in your office instead

Sirius looks at you affronted, and some part of you wanted to ruin his life in exchange for breaking your heart. Though, that part was the angry, hot ice and it was slowly dripping away. Now the furious rage was gone and all that was left was the cold flames.

"Y/n! This will ruin my life!"

With only the memories of when you were mine

"Y/n! N/n..." He attempts to comfort you through his manipulative words as he goes to softly reach for your hand.

"You wouldn't want to ruin someones life would you?" He says in his sweet, charming voice that he used to use on you.

You wrench your hand from his grasp and open the door and look back at him once before walking away.

"You did that yourself."

I hope that you burn

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[story-weavr]

In reference to previous post of mine:

How might Lex Luthor fall for reporter Clark Kent?

Assuming Lex Luthor (to his knowledge) never met Clark Kent before Superman came to Metropolis, how might attraction grow?

Lex Luthor is an apex predator who desires to have control. He’s suave and charismatic while also being intellectually superior to most. Lex goes for the following:

- trusted female employees,

- women whom fit the bill for upper echelon via beauties, talent, &/or pedigree

The ones he chooses to marry are only because marrying them serves his plans in some way. And as far as I know, barring Angela Blake/ Ardora/ Gertrude, they all ended in divorce.

When he first meets Clark Kent, he underestimated him at first due to his appearance of being mild-mannered and “second banana” to the alluring yet infuriating Lois Lane.

Clark Kent, however, asked questions that were to the point whilst still being respectful as opposed to Lois’s sharp wit. They make a good team; perhaps why Clark’s name is usually the by-line of a Lois Lane story.

His writing was also rather engaging, albeit infuriating at times when the content is not what he would prefer.

And he is rather non-opportunistic as opposed to others of his profession, hence why he has gained the trust and friendship of many big names such as Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, & senior scientists of STAR Labs.

But in the end, Clark is just another human; imperfect albeit moral. A pawn.

What would change Luthor’s mind?

A) Perhaps, one day an attack by one of Superman’s other foes cause structural damage in the building or mine they are in, forcing them to wait for rescue while another Metropolis hero (Steel perhaps?) is busy dealing with said villain.

Bored, perhaps Lex would spark a conversation, not hoping for much, only to find Kent was rather intellectual and had a sharp wit.

B) Perhaps Lex Luthor would discover & adore the work of one Atticus Clark. He can’t help but read The Janus Contract over and over again. A bit silly to enjoy a mere adventure novel, but it just spoke to the inner daring boy that Lex often has to squash. He is so impatient for the next work that he actually gets someone to look into Atticus Clark.

He becomes utterly shocked that said author was mild-mannered Clark Kent. The writing styles, albeit of the same engaging prose, are quite different!

Why on Earth would a brilliant author hide his identity in such a way that his own publisher doesn’t know his real identity?

A means to protect his private life? Shyness?!

Lex manages to have a private conversation with Clark, asking for his autograph. At first offended that his privacy was invaded, Clark couldn’t help but give in to Luthor’s genuine admiration.

Lex, having admiration for someone of such talent, even offered to have his publishers replace Clark’s current ones. Clark explained that while honored, he had no complaints about his current publishers who respect his privacy and don’t push him for more works.

For him, writing novels was an escape, a thing of joy, release, and introspection on both himself & humanity. His job was uncovering the truth and doing the right thing.

Perhaps their conversation falls into philosophies which then turns into other topics. Lex becomes shooketh and intrigued at the amount of knowledge & understanding Clark has. And the other man just brushes it off?!

C) Perhaps an incident happens at LexCorp event, where a child or incapacitated person falls into the water and Kent dives in immediately after. Coming out of the water, the person in distress is safe.

Lex meanwhile is forced to question his sexuality when he does not see the expected drowned rat.

Clark Kent, having thrown his jacket off to dive after, is more muscular than one would think. Not that of body builders or that damn alien, but of a proportional slimmer variety.

His skin is glowing in the sunlight.

His eyes sparkling due to the wetness clinging to his glasses.

His hair, usually arranged in careful bangs or covered by a hat, settle around his head in messy curls, framing his face and clinging to his skin.

Skin that was surprisingly smooth and free of dense hair usually associated with men.

Lips, where before Lex had not noticed, were pink, seemingly soft & plushy, and trembling as water droplets caressed them

A face lightly dusted with a blush matched the stuttering words of an obviously cold and embarrassed man asking his partner Lois for his coat.

Lex Luthor needs a drink and a moment to think.

D) Perhaps Lex Luthor receives a message that a certain individual who was related to an employee of his late father has special information that might interest the billionaire.

What that information is, the girlfriend of said individual didn’t know. Just that it was about Lex’s past.

Lex, annoyed at the reminder of his “dearly” departed father & what seems to be a clumsy blackmail attempt in the making, has the man watched.

Much to his confusion, he received a report that nothing was found in the man’s apartment or place of work. The man also never made any attempts to get in touch with Lex Luthor. If anything, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Then one day, the man drove out of town. He first stopped somewhere and came out with several files. Because it was crowded, the Luthor agents could not approach or steal from the man.

The man immediately went back to Metropolis, to a diner in a bad part of town. Soon, Clark Kent walked in with the brief case.

Sitting down in front of the man, the somber faced reporter slid into the booth.

The smirking man merely slid the files across the table. Clark then took them. He then slid the briefcase onto the table.

When the other man touched it, the reporter didn’t let go. Instead, he quietly said that a friend of his had already wiped the backup data and that another had already stolen the other copies.

The reporter continued that if the other man ever came looking for money again, his friends have given him enough dirt that if he published it: the cops would be involved.

The only reason he didn’t already and instead paid the money was because he didn’t want mutual destruction. Clark went on to tell the man that he has friends in high places that will keep tabs on him for the rest of his life.

The reporter went on to remind the criminal that “the other party” WILL kill him if he even tried to blackmail him like he did Clark.

The criminal smiled and reassured that he isn’t that stupid hence why he chose to blackmail Clark. Now that he has the money, he has no desire to get dead because he was greedy and stupid.

Clark released the briefcase. Getting up, he stated that it would be a good idea if the blackmailer left Metropolis, never to return. He then left.

The other man, smug, left the bar as well.

Luthor’s employees opted to wait. The next time Superman was busy or out of Metropolis, they tracked down and captured the blackmailer (arrested for another crime?), covering their tracks with a false digital trail + false ID.

The blackmailer not wanting to die, said he would only tell either Luthor himself or someone Luthor trusted.

Lex, curious but not prioritizing, sent a member of his inner circle (Mercy, Hope, Spaulding, etc)

When his trusted minion came back, Lex Luthor was told a story that he wouldn’t have believed if not for the fact Clark Kent literally paid over a million dollars to the man to keep it secret.

Apparently, the accident in his youth that cost him his first independent business and most of his hair was also used as an opportunity by his father. Lionel Luthor hired a hypnotist so that young Lex Luthor would forget about his male lover. Lionel would go further and threaten the other boy to leave the US, wanting to make sure Lex never saw the other.

The boy would go on to flee. Lionel had the boy monitored. Many years later, his death, however, ushered the return of the boy now man to his hometown, a young child in tow.

One would think that the farm boy found love again overseas. Except, according to the sporadic reports of Lionel’s goons, the only females he was in close contact with were never pregnant. Plus the baby was practically a newborn when he first appeared.

In addition, the hometown of the boy had some very strange rumors and incidents: ghost sightings, skin walkers, succubi, a lot of deaths or disappearances.

The investigator went on a limb & threatened to expose Clark Kent as Lex Luthor’s former lover. He also made insinuations about Smallville’s weirdness and how Conner Julian Kent must have been named after Jules Luthor, Lex’s uncle who had lived in Smallville.

What do y’all think?

How might the villainous Lex Luthor see mild-mannered Clark Kent as more than a pawn?

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Damien was not proud to say that, when he first heard the noise, he had been baffled at what it could be. It was beautiful, strung together and structured with all the planned grace of his favorite sword. It was not until the women started singing that he realized that what he had been listening to was music. Sure, he understood in theory what music was, had been taught the word and understood the basic principles that governed it, but he was an assassin. There was no reason for him to need music, and so like all superfluous things Damien had simply never been exposed to it. Nor had he ever sought it out. Still, he found himself being drawn forward

Before him was a stage much like those he’d seen in photos of old theater houses, the bright overhead lights casting a down in strange colors with no name. At the center of the stage was a woman. She wore odd clothing resembling a superhero costume, though without any identifiable armor, and her face was painted with swirls of black that differed from any makeup he’d ever seen. She had the look of anyone of this realm. Her skin was mottled and hair burned a phosphorus blue, eyes glowing like the Lazarus pits. Damien did not recognize the instrument in her hands, but the sound it made was… enchanting. From his place in the empty audience, Damien found himself swaying ever so slightly.

“Little boy

Why are you here?

So far from the world you hold dear

Oh kid

Quite your spying

Don’t you know you are dying?

Does your mother know

You’re playing with ghosts?

Does your father see

Your liminality?”

“So you finally got a new song?”

A soft hand hand lands on his shoulder and Damien starts. He doesn’t remember the last time someone snuck up on him like that. He looks at the person who so rudely interrupted the performance. Phantom stares at the woman on the stage with something resembling anger.

“What? You like it Babypop?”

“That’s KING Babypop to you, Ember.”

The woman, Ember, laughs. Phantom’s grip tightens and Damien hears a low growl radiating from his chest. He glances down, the worry radiating from him like heat from the noon day sun.

“Hey,” Phantom says, “you wandered off. Everything good?”

Damien stiffens; it suddenly occurred to him he may in fact have done something wrong by leaving on his own without any sort of warning to follow the ephemeral melody.

“Yes. I was merely listening to the music. She is very good, I’ve never heard anything so lovely.”

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.” Phantom grinned. He glanced back to Ember, clearly calculating what to say next. “Do you want to keep listening?”

Damien nodded mutely. Ember took this as her cue to begin playing again. Phantom took him by the hands and began guiding him closer to the stage.

“Do you know how to dance?”

“No”

“Would you like to learn?”

“I can’t see what possible purpose it could have.”

“Absolutely none.” He said, pulling Damien around so that they where face to face, “here, stand on my feet”

“Will that not hurt?”

“I’m a lot sturdier than I look.”

Damien followed his instructions and Phantom guided him through the basic steps of what he would later learn was called a waltz. They stayed like that, stepping and spinning to the melody for the better part of the day. Occasionally Ember would switch up the tempo, and Phantom would have to show him new steps, until finally he stepped back and began dancing on his own.

“Come on,” he encouraged, “Don’t worry about the form, just follow the melody, same as before.”

“I am not yet ready.”

Phantom smile, a sort of boundless sorrow hidden just beneath the surface.

“No one ever is.”

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To say Dick Greyson was nervous would be the understatement of the century. If asked why, Dick would probably be hard pressed to explain why the thought of meeting his second brother’s new partner was as absolutely nerve wracking as it was, although he was fairly sure it had something to do with the fact B seemed to be dead set on treating this as an interrogation. Not even the standard well meaning but ultimately misled, “explain everything about yourself and if I get so much as a hint you’re not good for him they’ll never find the body”, type interrogation. No, an actual, criminal interrogation. To be fair, given he was dating Jayling, the odds were Danny was involved in at least some sort of criminal activity, but that was to be expected. Probably not a great way of thinking for a cop, but so long as he kept out of Bludhaven; not his monkeys, not his circus.

Really, it wasn’t that Dick didn’t understand why B was acting this way. Danny was, after all, an unknown, something Dick knew his adopted father couldn’t abide in much the same way he couldn’t abide sunlight and injustice. If they could just find something, anything that told them this guy had a life prior to coming to Gotham than maybe he would feel less like a threat. As it was, even Dick had to admit he was antsy. Still, he had to respect the skill with which Danny had so far avoided their questions. He could see what Little wing saw in this guy.

That was it really. Jay bird saw something in this guy and for all his anxiety and suspicion, Dick still respected that. If anything, this proved to make him more nervous. Jas was flighty. Getting him to agree to do anything with the family was an uphill battle of mammoth proportions generally only achieved by the likes of Alfred, but he had agreed to bring Danny to dinner so they could meet him. Moreover, he had agreed to come to the manor specifically. Dick couldn’t remember the last time he’d come here without actively bleeding out. Dick wasn’t so self centered to think Jayjay was coming back just for little old him. This was because they had been harassing Danny and he wanted it to stop. Of course, if it had just been that they would have just met on a rooftop, so Jay must honestly want Danny to meet his family and see his childhood home, and wasn’t that terrifying. It felt as if Dick were walking on egg shells, knowing a single wrong step could be the end of whatever faith he had put in them.

There was another, deeper fear that they would, somehow, scare Danny away entirely. They weren’t exactly the easiest people to deal with, long term. Jas deserved people; to feel loved and wanted in a way he understood and reciprocated. He would never forgive them if they took that away from them. Moreover, Dick would never forgive himself. It boiled his blood that B was willing to put all of that at risk to calm his fears.

This is why, when the knock finally came, Dick found himself quite literally tripping over himself trying to get to the door. Luckily, his training kept him from landing all that hard, and with a quick forward motion he rolled himself back to his feet. By this time Alfie had, of course somehow beaten him to the door despite definitely being in the kitchen mere moments ago. There in the door frame, standing next to his wonderful baby bird, who looked about ready to punch someone, was the man Dick knew must be Danny. It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen him up close before, given that all cameras seemed to be unable to get a good image of him. Besides his obvious adoption bait traits (Dick was probably going to have to have a TALK with B later), he looked… well… he looked odd, but not in a way that immediately made sense. He was thin, sure, upsettingly so and it took all the self control bestowed by his Robin training not to pick him up and take him straight to the dining room, but his skeletal frame wasn’t it, not exactly. There was something to him, to the sharpness of his teeth when he smiled, the fluid bend of his limbs and neck as if  unimpeded by joints or bones, the absolute depth of his eyes and the silence of his steps that seemed terribly wrong and absolutely familiar. He reminded him of Dami.

See, Dick Greyson was a lot of things; an acrobat; ex-boy wonder, current detective-extraordinaire; eldest daughter syndrome poster boy; and easily the hottest Wayne; but for all his acting, he was not an idiot. He may not be a genius on the level of, say, Tim, and he still didn't get how Cass did her whole “definitely not mind-reading” bit, but he had experience. He was bright in his own right, and he knew his family, maybe better than they knew themselves. When Dami first came to the manor, back when they were strangers and his threats meant something, he’d been… feral. Dams was still feral, but he’d improved; he’d become more human, less… whatever else he was that led him to hiss and bite and scratch with claws too sharp to be human. Whatever made the air around him so oppressive when he was angry or frightened. At first, Dick had assumed he was a meta of some kind, but a quick genetic panel (and what a thought that the idea of running and reading a genetic analysis had become so straightforward he could probably do it in his sleep) had shown that, besides the honesty concerning levels of Lazarus water in his system, there was nothing which he could see that would make him anything but a standard human. He’d asked Dami before, but he’d only said he was “the son of Batman and heir of Al Ghul, of course his steps were silent and his movements fluid,” completely ignoring the rest of his concerns. Dick hadn’t pushed. It wasn’t his place. As long as he was safe and happy, Dami could keep whatever weird-kid secrets he pleased. Then Danny hugged him, and Dick wondered if maybe this was his concern after all.

The dining room they moved into was not the private one usually used for these dinners but the great one reserved for parties. Dick rolled his eyes. Of course, B would insist on this room. Intimidation was key, apparently. Dick wondered when precisely the others were planning on arriving. Being late was not unusual in this family, much to Alfred’s eternal displeasure, but keeping Jayling and B from going for each other’s throats was becoming increasingly difficult. Having more people wouldn’t necessarily help, but it would spread out the attention. Dick wished B would kindly take a hint and back off. He didn't like something in the way Danny and Jay were acting. It felt too familiar. Too much like the way he acted when trying to keep his siblings from learning something he knew would inevitably hurt them; the dodging, misdirecting, and a look of absolute fear he had suppressed almost every day for the last ten-odd years. They knew something, and whatever it was, Dick was willing to bet his last box of cereal it was about Dami. So when he asked how exactly Jas and Danny had met, it had less to do with his own genuine curiosity and more to do with changing the subject right now.

“Ancients,” Danny started, “I’m pretty sure the first time we met was… the auto shop?”

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It was pitch black out when Jason arrived at the shop. He’d heard about it in the usual way, words whispered in dark corners amongst people with downturned eyes and who spoke in quiet voices. The building itself was unassuming, located at the very edge of Crime Alley where the city began to fall away. The worn bricks were painted with graffiti; strange and winding shapes of no recognizable language or culture. Jason couldn't help but feel that if he just stared long enough, he could read the messages left there facing the street. There was a neon green sign above the door. It read,

“ Vehicles, appliances, and more!

You break it, I can fix it!”

Something about the color reminded him unavoidably of a certain toxic pit. Jason did his best to shake that off. He needed to be here. See, the word on the street was that the sign didn’t pull any punches, that the Mechanic, as he’d come to be known, really could fix anything you could break, be it mechanical, medical, mental, or even spiritual. His next-door neighbor, Synthia, claimed he’d helped her with her “ghost problem,” fixed her stove, and saved her house plants to boot. The man on the corner selling samosas said he’d ended his nightmares, which he’d had every night for the past thirty years. One lady even claimed he cured her cancer. All of the stories had two things in common. One, there was a young man they called the Mechanic with dark hair and blue eyes. In Gotham, that wasn't exactly much to go off of, given the city’s disproportionate number of people fitting that description. The second bit was more interesting. People said that the Mechanic used a kind of barter system. You could pay cash for most things, but if you either couldn't afford it or the service was particularly unusual, he’d ask for other things. Favors, mostly, sometimes stories or promises. Even trinkets, if that was all you could afford. The general consensus seemed to be that he preferred things with strong emotional connections. Folks seemed split on whether this guy was an angel or the devil.

Even the building itself was suspicious. For all the wear and tear apparent, he had it on good authority it hadn’t existed until about three months ago. There was no paperwork for the lot, no signs of an owner, and no records for the business itself. Hell, the place didn't even show up on Google Maps. The whole deal screamed illegality. So, a building that didn’t exist, a business with no name, and an owner who was apparently a miracle man. It had been a pain in the ass to find the place. Jason didn't know how he had gotten lost in this town where he’d lived almost all of his life.

There were no hours on the door, but when he turned the knob he found it unlocked. The door creaked loudly.

“Huh, guess he can’t fix everything after all.”

“Maybe I just like it that way.”

Jason started. Maybe he was getting rusty because he had been absolutely sure the room was empty. That or the man in front of him could just walk more quietly than any Bat besides maybe Cass. He certainly fit the description of the Mechanic, however vague it may be. Messy black hair, silver-blue moon eyes. He was... Beautiful. Etherial. He looked like the kind of guy people wrote poems about. When he walked, he moved with the grace of a dancer. He didn't look like a mechanic, but his skin and clothes were stained with motor oil.

“Long time no see,” the man smiled.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Guess not,” he said. His voice was comforting, like the sound of old cartoons playing in the next room on a rainy day. The guy could make a killing as an ASMR YouTuber. “What can I do for you?”

“I,” Jason knew his story, but part of him was struggling with the feeling that he was betraying an old friend, “I wreaked my bike.”

“Ok, I can fix that.”

“What’s your price?”

“For you? Hmm...” He tapped his chin with a long clawlike nail. Jason couldn’t imagine how he kept his nails so long while working with machines. “How ‘bout... Lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“I don't have to stay around or anything, just drop off some food when you come back for your bike and we’ll call it even.”

“You realize we’re talking about a good $750 repair job at least, right? We’re not just talking about an oil change.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“I live in Crime Alley, pretty sure that means I already owe you my life.” the man’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling, “Or well, whatever it is I’m doing”

Jason snorted.

“Trust me, you don’t owe me shit.”

“Don't I get a say in that?”

“Alright, fine, be indebted if you want. Free bike repair for me. What do you want to eat?”

“As long as it’s dead by the time it gets here, I couldn't care less.”

“That’ll make two of us.”

“Three.”

The man’s eyes flashed a familiar green, and Jason braced himself for an attack but none came. Looking at him, Jason saw none of the anger he associated with that color. If anything, he looked... Sad.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Phantom, but most folks here know me as Danny Nightengale.”

“What? Your real name say a bad word?”

“Guess you could say that.”

Jason left after that, but he came back the next day. He brought empanadas, which they ate together on the sidewalk just outside. The work on the bike was a masterpiece, especially given the time it took. Jason came back again later. And again. And again.

“My fridge’s busted and won't stop making ice.”

“There’s a mole in my gang and I’m not sure who it is.”

“My helmet broke.”

“I got shot.”

“My head hurts.”

“My heart hurts.”

His reply was always the same.

“Ok, I can fix that.”

The next time Jason came to the shop (he still didn't know the name) it was sunset, he was covered in blood, both his and not, and all he could see was green. Tear tracks cut through the red. He threw his helmet to the wayside where it sent a precarious stack of papers flying.

“Hey, Hood. Long time no see.”

Danny looked how he always did. If he noticed the blood, he didn’t show it.

“What can I do for you?”

“Please,” Jason begged, “It’s the Pits, I...”

He fell to his knees, body shaking from the force of silent sobs.

“...I just want to be ok.”

Danny dropped down next to him, cupped his face so gently as if he might just break, and did his best to wipe away his tears, with the corner of his sleeve. Jason cried harder. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone has held him so carfully. Had they ever?

“Ok”

Then Danny plunged his hand into Jason’s chest. He froze, the cold sensation of clawed hands grasping at his very soul shocking him to his core. It was unlike anything he’d felt before, and as quickly as it started it was over. Danny pulled back. Grasped in his hands was a writhing black mass, like earthworms fat from eating their kin. Then he opened his mouth, much wider than any human ever could, and Jason watched in horror as he ate it whole and struggling. Then Danny cupped his hands together, a strange green liquid that looked horribly like the Lazarus Pits, if a bit brighter and not bubbling angrily the way they should, filling them. He plunged his hands and the liquid back into Jason’s chest, though this time he could only feel a vague tingling chill.

“What the Hell?”

Jason wasn’t sure how else to react to what he had just seen.

“This,” Danny said, indicating with a nod to his hands, still very much in Jason’s chest cavity, “is pure ectoplasm. It should help clear out the last of the corruption. Think of it like dialysis; I clear out the bad stuff and replace it with something clean.”

“What corruption?”

“The corrupted ectoplasm in your system? I’m pretty sure that was clouding your head and messing with your emotions.”

“You... Got rid of the Pits. You... Ate them.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to process this.

“I guess? A rose by any name and all that.”

He withdrew his hands. Suddenly Jason felt very empty. Emotionally, he was drained, and he was pretty sure he was still in shock from what had just happened, but more than that, Jason’s head was uncharacteristically quiet. There was no rush of blood, no bubbling murmur corrupting his thoughts, no green tinting the corners of his vision. It was just... Him. A cool rag touched his face. At some point, Danny must have stood up and gotten a damp washcloth to clean the blood. When had that happened? Golden sunlight streamed in from the glass door, casting soft shadows and making a moon of Danny’s face, his pale skin glowing in the reflection of the setting sun.

“Who are you?”

“Danny Phantom, remember? You know me.”

“No,” Jason paused, “I mean, what are you?”

“What are you?”

Jason wasn’t sure how to answer that. A dead kid with daddy issues and a gun fixation? A ghost of Robins’ past? A zombie? A fucking mess? Suddenly, a blinding light haloed Danny, spreading from his middle and passing over him. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Danny, greyed skin and vibrant green eyes haloed by glowing white hair which floated as if unbound by gravity. He looked like an angel. Something untouchably beautiful and impossibly holy. He smiled, and his teeth were as long and sharp as a deep sea predator.

“I’m a halfa.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Honestly? Not much. It's sorta a slang term for someone who's both alive and dead.”

“How does that work?”

“Well sometimes I’ve got one foot in the grave, and sometimes I’ve got the other foot outta it.”

“Is that what I am?”

“Not quite. As far as I can tell, you’re a revenant.”

“And here I thought I was just a plain old zombie.”

“Oh trust me, if you were a zombie, you’d know.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“It's kinda my job.”

“I wasn’t aware a working knowledge of the undead was a requirement for mechanics.”

“What can I say? I’m just good at what I do.”

“Speaking of which,” Jason said, “any idea what I owe you for literally giving me back my sanity?”

“Ancients... I don’t know.”

“I’ve got an idea... How about...”

They both paused, Danny halting what he was doing to listen to what Jason had to say, the rag in his hand now thoroughly saturated with blood, harsh red against snow white. Jason wasn’t sure what it said about him that he found the sight of his blood on his hands so attractive, but damn. Before he had time to think about it, Jason peeled his sweat-soaked leather gloves from his fingers and took those ivory hands in his. God, they were cold. It was like holding ice. If he kissed him, would his lips freeze to his skin? Would they ever come apart, or would they stay connected forever? Jason was starting to suspect he might be a little hysterical from shock and exhaustion.

“My heart.”

“...What?”

“You gave me my head, let me give you my heart.”

Danny opened and shut his mouth, gaping like a fish seemingly at a loss for words.

“You don't have to do that.”

“No,” Jason said, “no I don't. Hell, the truth is I’m ripping you off if you accept, ‘cause I’d just be paying you something that's already yours.”

“Ok,” Danny nodded.

“Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.”

It wasn’t clear who moved first, but the two met in a kiss. Sharp teeth knicked Jason’s lips, soothed by cool saliva. Danny’s hands, so frail looking, gripped his wrists as unyielding as iron cord. Overhead, the electric light flared, popped, and burned out. The sun had long since set, and the only light was Danny’s otherworldly glow. They sat there for a long time, neither speaking. Finally, they got up and together stepped into the rest of their afterlives.

…………………………..…………………………..………………

“Oh,” Dick asked, “you work in an auto shop?”

“Well, sorta,” Danny shrugged, “It's my shop. I’ll fix up just about anything, but yeah, I get a lot of cars and bikes.”

“Babe, calling what you do “repairs” is like calling Supes a pencil sharpener.”

Danny waved his hand dismissively.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

By then, Alfred had served the salad course, making the rest of the siblings officially late. Danny eyed the salad, a rose vinaigrette with summer greens, as if expecting it to bite. Dick couldn’t help feeling personally offended on behalf of Alfie’s cooking. Finally, after poking it a couple of times with his fork, Danny seemed to decide it was in fact edible and began eating with the speed and ferocity of someone starving. Watching him, Dick couldn’t help but feel deeply uncomfortable as Danny unhinged his jaw and consumed the salad without chewing. There was something almost… predatory in it. Looking closely, he swore his tongue was split.

To his left, B watched with wrapped attention, his eyes steely and stern, building fear and distrust building behind his standard mask of stoicism. On his right, Damien seemed utterly unaffected. If anything, he seemed almost cheerful, listening to Danny talk about his job, his school work, and all the dull details which come with any life. He had a pet dog named Cujo; his older sister had just started her own psychology practice—tiny details which did nothing to explain the bone-deep discomfort permeating the air. Danny, for his part, was animated. He spoke with an effervescent energy that felt almost unreal. Jayjay sat back, occasionally throwing in a smart comment with no bite but mostly seeming content to watch. It was nice seeing his brash and bullheaded brother so comfortable. The usual anger which seemed so ever-present was absent. Dick didn't know how to cope with that. Danny was disturbing. Still, he made his beloved brothers so happy, and the contradiction ate him alive.

Throughout the meal, siblings began to filter in. Duke was the first to arrive, followed by Steph, Cass, Barbra, and finally, Tim. Each would introduce themself, take their seat, and find themselves slowly introduced to the madness that was Danny’s existence. He had this odd habit of saying the most baffling, concerning things Dick had heard in his life. Honestly, that alone was an achievement to be proud of. He watched as his siblings shared glances, seemingly trying to figure out whether this guy was for real. Duke, in particular, was staring Dick dead in the eye as if daring him to stand up and yell, “Sike!”. The only exception seemed to be Cass, who, much like Damien and Jason, was apparently unaffected, even cheerful. It seemed like the most screwed-up members of the family were the ones most comfortable with this strange man, and it was starting to paint a harrowing picture. Dick had to ask himself, what made them different? What set those three apart from the rest of them? He thought he might know the answer, and he hoped to God he was wrong.

After all, if he was right, what would it mean that this guy seemed like catnip for the previously deceased?

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

❒ genre: Fluff; Slice of life

❒ words: 1.3k+

❒ summary: In which Chaeri and Jungkook have a sneaky little date

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ notes: I was just about to complete some requests when this little idea popped into my head and I couldn't help but dedicate myself to this

As long as I'm with you

Summer 2017, Seoul

That evening's awful weather was working in their favor. Odd to say, but true.

The darkness was deep and pressing in on them, the storm clouds casting a dark shadow over the city, giving them the opportunity to be able to sneak out of their dormitory without the fear of running into too many people along the way. In that season, thunderstorms were not so common, so people tended to stay indoors rather than go out, safe in the knowledge that they could do it the next day without too much trouble.

Holy summer.

The clock on the boy's wrist struck eleven pm when they arrived to repair themselves to a cafe quite far from the middle of the city.

Soaked but giggling, they shrugged off their drenched jackets but left masks and hats to cover their faces.

The bar was empty, except for one employee who was cleaning up the counter. He looked annoyed as he saw customers walking in.

The bartender glanced at the glowing clock above the cash register, wiped a beer mug with a dingy rag, and then looked back to them "We'll be closing soon"

"Define 'soon' " Chaeri took the floor to speak

He raised one bushy eyebrow "In an hour"

"We'll be gone in an hour" Jungkook reassured

One hour would have been sufficient, they had been planning that date for weeks now.

Besides being an objectively nice cafe, the special feature of that place was having the chance to write a letter to their future self. The employees in charge mailed it on your behalf on the anniversary of the date chosen.

Jungkook's hand was shaking when he intertwined his fingers with Chaeri's. It gave him chills to be able to do this outdoors.

The bartender certainly didn't recognize them just from their voices; he was pretty sure he could be comfortable.

Chaeri looked up at him and he could see just how her eyes narrowed as she smiled despite the fact that the mask concealed her face.

"Let's take a seat"

They went to the back corner of the room, the smell of coffee and chocolates making their stomachs rumble but they would not have risked taking off their masks.

"What can I get you!?" the bartender shouted from the back of the bar.

"Just a pen and a blank letter, please."

The employee walked over to the counter, picked up two pens, and paper and came back over to them.

"Okay," she says, "let's find a way to write both of us in a neat way"

If an adjective were to be given to the sheet of paper that came out, it would probably be chaotic.

Blue and black had slightly merged; several scribbles had been made on the sides of the page as they tried to figure out how much ink they had left; and several words had been lightly blurred together in a rough letter.

Very neat.

The storm outside had not diminished; it seemed to be getting louder and heavier by the second.

The building they were in was shaking; lamps hanging from the ceiling swung back and forth.

But Chaeri and Jungkook were too focused on re-reading what they wrote

"Sorry, it came out a mess because all I did was write over you" Jungkook's guilty smirk was visible from his eyes, which made Chaeri feel butterflies in her stomach

"No, actually...I find it prettier this way. More personal, more like ours. You know?" 

"I think you're right"

"We should decide now on a date to have it sent to us" the bar's closing time was approaching, and although they were done with the letter, they still hadn't agreed on a date to have it mailed

"It should be in a very long time" Jungkook nodded both to himself and to her, not wavering even a second.

The guy's optimistic attitude was one of the traits she fell in love with, but she couldn't help but be slightly concerned by his words. Their future was unsure because of their profession. They both were aware of that.

"In a very, very long time. And I assure you we will read it together. I'm sure we will" Jungkook remarked, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in reassurance.

Chaeri flipped the lettersheet over and did not hesitate more to write on it 'In a very long time' in big, bold letters

April 2023, Seoul

"Yoongi-ssi, this is for you. It came this morning" A young girl with large glasses resting on her nose, the same one who handled his correspondence every morning in the BigHit building, handed him a somewhat crumpled letter. It had coffee-stained edges and the sealing wax that held it closed was half crumbled, leaving only a single piece that ensured the letter's safety and closure.

"Uh? I thought we didn't take fan letters like this anymore" The boy settled back composedly on the sofa on which he was sprawled at the moment, awaiting Namjoon's arrival, who, because of heavy traffic, seemed to have been tremendously late that day "Yes, sir. This letter is … from you. I mean the sender is Min Yoongi and the addressee is .. always Min Yoongi. It seems like it was written in 2017"

He scratched the back of his head. It was true he was getting old, but not so old he couldn't remember writing a letter to himself. Right?

"Oh.. okay, thank you for bringing it to me"

The girl bowed quickly before exiting the lounge, leaving him alone with the odd piece of paper.

He found it so funny that he picked up his cellphone and texted the rest of the members on the group chat they had: Apparently I wrote a letter to myself and I don't remember doing it. Does anyone recall me doing such a thing? Aish, I'm getting old

He thought that perhaps he could have waited for Namjoon to open it together, but boredom and curiosity got the better of him, so he cracked the wax seal to read its contents.

Hi to me and hi to you..Okay, I don't know how to write the start of a letter

Hi jagi, hi future me, I hope this letter finds you well

And also hi to you Yoongi Oppa, sorry we put you into this, but it would be risky to address this letter in our names, so we will use yours. Thank you for the non-consensual favour and..stop here! What we are going to write below is none of your business.

Thanks Yoongi Hyung, have a good day

I'll start.

I don't care how long it takes to

let the world know that we are together

as long as I'm with you

I think I will always be happy

Yoongi closed it again, before his damn eyes wandered further.

A love letter.

Those kids were really in love, weren't they?

If only they knew at that time how it was going to end between them..

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