#we were fine last time there’s no reason we wouldn’t b fine now

[p3ndeja6]

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Summary: you and colby brock have been friends with benefits for a while, You eventually developed feelings and so did he. But you didn’t know, he would always give you the cold shoulder after sex. you were fed up.

Content tags: jealousy, arguments/yelling, alcohol usage, angst 100%, light smut, MAJOR plot, possibly a happy ending probably not (there is)

Colby b. x reader

(this was in the drafts for like 5 months, my bad if it’s ass)

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“fuck.. colby, right there” you whined at the roughness Colby was hitting you with. both you and Colby were almost to your climax, hitting your g-spot constantly and you being fucked dumb.

“you feel so good y/n, no one like you”

these words coming from him felt so good and loved but you knew that the minute he came in you, that would all go away. You wanted to savor the moments where he would say all these sweet nothings in your ear.

“fuck colby….almost ….there.. faster… faster” you tried completely full sentences but you’d become weaker by every thrust and became dumb fucked every time his long, thick, dick would push through your fleshy, pudgy walls.

These words kept him going, probably for another hour if you could handle it. You both were so close, and you got closer together.

“colby!.. I can’t hold it.. I.. need to.. come” “fuck, come for me pretty girl, gimme everything .. you got”

you came after hearing these words, and not a minute less so did he. You could hear your heartbeat going 10 beats per second, your cheeks and ears were hot, forehead covered in beads of sweat, your stomach was all wet from your sweat and his cum that flowed up to your stomach. Colby on the other, was also satisfied, still heavy breathing, eyes closed, so mesmerized the way his dick had a full effect on you and how he had you wrapped around his dick. He felt guilty by what he was about to do. He wanted you to be with him but he just couldn’t bring himself to show this other affectionate side of him, (besides the one side where you are having sex)

“alright.. y/n , you can leave now”

you knew those words were coming but they hurt every time you heard them. You wanted to say something to him that enough is enough. That you were done being his fuck buddy.

“Fine.. colby, I’ll go” as you got up and started putting on your clothes, you turned to him, “but this is the last time you and me are doing this, I’m done with these late night booty calls”

you finally confessed

“w-what?” he said confused on why this sudden change

“yeah, I’m done colby, we’ve been doing this for far too long.. it was bound to happen that one of us was going to catch feelings first.. I had to be the first one,, I want to be more than friends with benefits” you exclaimed

“oh my god y/n , we’ve been over that we just fuck for fun, no strings attached. Why can’t you get that wrapped around your fucking head? I want nothing more..” he didn’t mean any of that. He actually did want to be something more, a label, a reason to call you “mine” “girlfriend” “lover” ,, he just didn’t want to .. at that moment”

you were fighting tears and did not want him to see you in this state, you hated being weak. You couldn’t help but spill a few, “fuck you colby, fuck you… everything about yourself, I never should’ve done this in the first place, you were a waste of my fucking time, I never want to see you again” you said wiping the few tears that fell with your middle finger, collecting the last of your things

you slammed the door as you walked your way out

“ yeah! Fucking go! You know your way out!” He yelled

he was so crushed and hated himself for the way this escalated, he cried the entire night.

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days, weeks, have gone by since you and Colby’s argument. you’ve been crying in your room for weeks, that kat had to make a home visit because you wouldn’t answer texts, calls, or tiktok dms.

kat had a copy of your house key, when she finally found it.

“y/n?… it’s me kat!, I’m here to check in you”

she walked around the house noticing very poor hygiene in the kitchen, dirty dishes being piled up, the living, food wrapped and tissues all over, the bathroom all disorganized and dusty. She knew you were badly hurt since you loved staying clean and loved keeping a tidy,clean, refreshing home. Before she found you she helped you by cleaning the kitchen and the living room.

she finally reached your room, knocked on it a couple of times then walking in.

she saw you under the sheets tissues, food wrappers and dirty dishes all scattered around. The smell of alcohol lightly lingering the room.

“Jesus y/n, how are you living in these conditions?” She walks around trying to get to you. “Cmon y/n, talk to me, what happened?”

you obviously have been awake but have been laying in silence.

it took you a while to speak up again, your voice raspy and groggy from all the crying, screaming and the no verbal communication you lacked for weeks

“what didn’t happen, kat. I cut it quits with Colby in hopes he’d finally let me know that he wanted me more than just a fuck. But then again.. he proved me wrong” you said while sitting up

your hair all tangled and greasy, you rubbed your eyes and your face from frustration

“we had a argument and he basically told me I’m delusional and that he’ll never be with me, I was just a fun fuck for him.. nothing more”

“what the fuck? That’s such a douchebag move!, you know what fuck him, there are other guys out there who will love you and will enjoy fucking you with love instead of lust!”

you laugh at her efforts of trying to cheer you up, her positive energy brought some joy and comfort that encouraged you to get out of bed.

“Thanks kat, your definitely cheered me up, I should probably clean my house” “oh! Don’t worry, I cleaned it up for you,just not your bathroom”

“Awh kat you didn’t have to! Thank you so much”

you started to clean your room with the help of kat, you blasted some of your favorite hype music, city girls being on there

as you finished your room and bathroom, kat spoke up

“omg ! Y/n I just remembered one of the guys is having a party ! We’re all going !! Let’s go!!”

you felt good to deny her offer, “sure ! Why not”

“oh. em. gee !!”

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you and kat had finished up the house, and she left to get ready, you got in the shower right after she left. You took a very long hot shower, scrubbed and shaved all over leaving you smooth and clean.

picking the most sluttiest, breathtaking outfit, that insinuated your natural curves and plump features. You chose this specific outfit because you knew that’s the outfit that had Colby on his knees eating you out for the first time. And this would make him regret not having you.

you did your make up, creating a gothic sort of look, a baddie, too high for males to reach.

so satisfied with your look, you finished in time where the party just started

8:47 pm

you arrive to the party, cars filled the drive way and both sides of the street, music loud to be heard outside the house, people hanging outside the house.

You walked in, in hopes to find kat and the rest of your friends.

“omg hey y/n!!” “hey kat!” You guys hug and exchange sweet words on how beautiful you guys look. kat then drags you to the kitchen for a drink. You look around to see any familiar faces, you see many unknown… until you meet with that familiar face you once would give anything for

“hey Katrina” Colby semi-shouted

kat gave you a ‘omg’ look and you tried you’re best to not give up your feelings and let him see you upset. You quickly grabbed a drink from the cooler, a Jamaican me happy seagrass

“oh hey colbs, what’s up” “I was just gonna ask where Sam was” he said while staring at you, up and down.

You knew this dress still had an effect on him, the way he stared at your boobs and while remembering each hickey that was placed there.

It’d be a lie if he said he didn’t miss you (them),

“Oh yeah! he’s over there by the patio” still staring “uh.. thanks”

“he was so staring”

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you were just sipping on all the wine coolers, until you changed up to drinks mixed with hard liquor, the mixture finally got you and the music was too good to not dance to it. You were still conscious and knew what you were doing.

you went to the dance section and started dancing, moving and swaying your hips to the music. doing the white girl dance (where you move your hips and mess up your hair)

you were having a great time until someone pulled you aside. You weren’t quite sure who it was until they dragged you to a bathroom that looked like no one has used yet. It was Colby

“What the hell colby? why did you just drag me to bathroom” “because I’m wanted to talk to you” “couldn’t you have just asked… you know something like 'hey y/n can I talk to you for a sec?'”

“hey y/n can I talk to you for a sec?”

you give him a glare, “okay what”

“I can’t stand at how insanely attractive you look out there dancing”

“thanks… is that all? .. so I can go”

he looked hesitant, scared; if he should just get over with it.

what if it comes out wrong? or if you finally got over him?

He was scared because you truly were the best thing that happened to him and he was an idiot to let that go. He realized he needs you in his life, you are the one true person to get him to get out of bed everyday.

“uh Colby?” You waved a hand over his face to get him back to reality

“Look y/n I don’t know how to use words correctly, clearly… but what I’m trying to say to you is true and it’s coming from the depths of my heart”

you were still puzzled on what he is trying to refer to but you hoped it would involve him finally confessing his feelings to you

“colbs it’s okay”

that nickname.. that nickname always put him in a trance when you say it.

Colby took a deep breath and proceeded to look at you with his icy blue eyes

“y/n I should’ve never let you walk out that night… I wanted to chase after you but I was too much of a coward to go. Y/n you mean everythi- no you are everything to me”

he paused

you were shocked by his words.. trying to come up with something to say quickly before the moment left

“and I- I love you… more then you know. please y/n..”

he grabbed your hands and made you look at him. You were still trying to find words because you felt the same way, you were happy he finally was able to tell you the words you wanted to hear for so long…

“Colby…”

he waited with pleading eyes, finally being able to touch you after what felt like an eternity, but something in your eyes said something else.

“please y/n”

why can’t you say yes? What is holding you from saying yes?! You thought it would be easier now that it was out in the open, but it’s not and it’s hurting you because now you can’t find the words.

“i don’t know what to say”

“say yes…”

your lip trembled, eyes felt watery from the salted tears that were dreading to come out

“but I’m scared… I’m scared to try”

“me too but together we can figure it out, we will work it out because I believe in us. Please y/n I’m begging… let’s try it together”

his words were just the right words to feel at ease, you were scared but if being scared with Colby meant that you would finally be with him. So be it

“okay… let’s try… together”

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#colby x reader #sam and colby #smut #colby brock #colby brock x reader #sam golbach #angst #fluff #Colby angst #x reader #Colby and Sam

[gejo333]

A Misunderstanding

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider Reader

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Summary: Your relationship with Miguel was doing amazing. But when you find out your pregnant Miguel begins to close himself off . You decide it’s best not to tell him and end things. But what happens when you see him again after five years and learns that he is a father?

There is a sensual scene, if you feel uncomfortable just scroll past it.

I was going to write it all in one post but I decided to do a part two. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy🤗

Wc: 3.2k

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A heavy breath leaves your lungs; sitting on a piece of rubble, you stare at the anomaly being taken away by another spider back to HQ. On a mission like this one, an anomaly of this low stature wouldn’t make you sweat. But for some reason, you had a hard time defeating it.

Peter B comes up to you, lending you a hand. You gladly take it rising from your makeshift seat. After walking through the portal back to HQ, Peter puts his hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Are you feeling alright, Y/n?” Peter looked concerned about your tired complexion.

“I’m fine. I must not have slept well last night. But thanks for checking in and for your help with the mission.”

“No problem. Are you reporting back to Miguel?”

“Yeah. I should tell him about the mission getting out of hand. I’ll see you around.” You wave goodbye before making your way to Miguel’s office. When reporting missions that didn’t go exactly to plan, spiders asked you to report to Miguel.

Before you began dating him 6 months ago, you still had a close relationship with him. Ever since he recruited you, he’s had a soft spot for you, never once getting mad with you.

Walking into his “lair,” as most spiders called it, you tried to shoot up a web to him, but your web shooter malfunctioned.

Miguel jumped down from the platform, walking towards you. His gaze crossed your entire body, checking to see if you were hurt.

“I heard the mission went a bit south.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. He lifted your chin and leaned down to kiss your lips lovingly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your toes to press deeper into the kiss. Breaking apart, you caress his cheek as he leans into your touch.

“Yeah, I needed to call backup. The anomaly was more to handle than I thought. I’m not sure why. I just don’t feel my best today.”

“How about we get some delicious empanadas near my apartment and watch a movie. How does that sound? We can leave right now if you want?” A smile graces his lips as he gazes at you with so much love waiting for your response. You smile back at him as your e/c meets his mahogany eyes. You were the only person to see his true eye color.

“That sounds perfect.”

Pressing a few buttons on his watch, Miguel opens the portal back to his universe. The two of you walk through, entering an ally a block away from Miguel’s place. Both of your suits dissolve underneath casual clothing hiding underneath.

The two of you walked into the little store that sold the best empanadas in all of Nueva York, as Miguel had told you multiple times.

“Miguel! Mi cliente favorito. Cómo te va?” An older woman walked around the counter, hugging Miguel, which he gladly accepted.

“Estoy bien. Y usted?” Miguel said as he led you fully into the store. You loved seeing this side of Miguel. He only revealed his true warm side when he was back in his world or alone with you on missions or at HQ.

“I’m doing good. Business is good. And who is this gorgeous woman by your side Miguel?” The woman looks at you with a bright smile. You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you with a smile.

“This is Y/n. My girlfriend.” Miguel’s response made the woman beam with joy as she hugged you.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n. It’s so nice for Miguel to find such a nice woman as you. The usual order Miguel?” The woman returns behind the counter, grabs a box, and puts in empanadas.

“Sí, plus a few extra.”

“Of course!” She adds a few more before handing them to you. Miguel pays her before adding $500 to the tip jar. The woman looks astounded and takes the money out, trying to return it to him. He closes her hand, pushing gently back towards her.

“Miguel, this is too much.”

“Nonsense. You make the best empanadas in all of Nueva York.” The woman hugs Miguel again as tears brim her eyes.

“Thank you so much. You truly are a good man Miguel.”

“Until next time!” He waved goodbye before leading you out of the store.

Miguel opened the door, letting you go first before making your way to the kitchen, setting the empanadas down on the counter. Miguel places both arms at your sides, trapping you against the counter. You turn to face him, leaning back a bit against the counter. Hands run up his chest and wrap around his neck. You run your hands through his hair as he leans his back, enjoying the sensation of your hands through his hair.

He leaned down, lips centimeters from yours. His gaze goes to your lips, his eyes starving for your touch. You give him a quick kiss.

“Let’s choose something to watch.”

“Yeah.” Miguel calms down his breathing before letting you go. The two of you grab an empanada and head to the living room as you get comfy on the couch, putting a blanket over the both of you. You rest your head against him.

Almost halfway into the movie, your gaze is directed toward Miguel as he stares ahead. He shifts slightly, uncomfortable. Your gaze falls down to his lap, where a tent appears. Sliding a hand to his lap, you pull down his sweats, setting him free as you give him a handjob.

Miguel’s head leans back, a groan escaping his lips.

“Y/n” You continue your movements as you feel your hand getting covered in precum.

“You like that?” You lean towards him as you kiss his neck towards his lips, where he hungrily captures yours.

“I need more of you, mi vida.” He groaned before removing the blanket. He grabbed you by the waist, sitting you on his lap as he ripped your panties off, thrusting himself fully into your wet folds.

“Those were my favorite.” You moaned out. A pout was on your face before Miguel captured your lips.

“I’ll buy you all the new pairs you want,” Miguel whispered into your ear as he thrust his hips into you.

“Miggy!” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, sending you into euphoria.

You awake from your bed in a sweaty state, your breath uneven. Sitting up from your bed, you place your head against your knee as you calm your heart. Why that memory again? You’ve had that same memory plague your dreams for the past week.

Looking at your phone, it was 8 am. You get up from your bed and go to the room next to you. Opening the door, you walk up to the small race car bed. Leaning down, you brush the dark brown hair from your son’s face and press a kiss to his forehead.

You watch his eyes flutter open, his big brown eyes tiredly staring at you.

“Good morning.” You say, gazing at your five-year-old as he wakes up. He jumps into your arms as you pick him up.

“Are you excited for today? It’s your first day of kindergarten!”

“Yes!” His arms went up in excitement. You set him down as you grab the outfit you prepared for him today. After the both of you got dressed, you went to the kitchen to start breakfast.

“What would you like?”

“Pancakes! With chocolate chips!”

“How about pancakes with blueberries? Make it a bit healthier.” You suggest as you already begin making the batter.

“I love blueberries!” He cheered.

You place the small pancakes in front of him as you finish getting ready in your room. After you finish putting on your makeup, you see your son walk in with a face covered with syrup. You chuckle at the cute site as you get up and bring her to the bathroom to wipe her face and hands.

“Mommy, can you do my hair how I like it?”

“Of course!”

You set her on the bathroom counter as you brush his hair. You combed your fingers through his hair. You look at him through the mirror. Distinct brown hair and eyes. Warm honey-toned skin. He was the spitting image of his father.

It’s been almost six years since you last saw him. Ever since that fateful day, you wonder if you made the right decision. But he made it clear to you.

“Mommy?” You’re brought out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, sweetie.” You finish the combing his hair. You grab your purse and his brand-new fire truck backpack. Grabbing his hand, you walk out the door and towards the school.

Arriving at the school, you walk through the front doors to his classroom. You see the other 5-year-olds entering the classroom or clinging to their parents. Arriving at the door, you see the teacher come out.

“Hi! My name is Ms. Williams. And who might this be?”

“This is Mateo (L/n). Say hi, Mateo.” You say to your son, who clings to you. Hiding his face behind your leg.

“Hi.” Mateo slowly waves to the teacher. Ms. Williams holds out her hand toward Mateo. Mateo looks up to you as you smile.

“It’s ok, Mateo. Go make some friends. Mommy will be here to pick you up in a few hours.”

“Promise?” He holds his pinky out to you, which you hook with yours.

“Promise.” Mateo smiles at you before taking his teacher’s hand, walking him into the room. He turned to wave goodbye before disappearing into the room.

A tear escapes you as you wipe it away. You couldn’t believe he was already 5. It went by so fast.

After drying your tears, you make it back to your apartment. Sitting at your desk in your bedroom, you stare at the drafted article before you. Since you quit Spider Society, you got your job back as a journalist.

Your mind drifts off from the work before you.

Sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, you stare down at the small object in your hands.

Two lines. These two lines answer the question that was in the back of your mind all day.

You were pregnant. Your body jumps up when you hear someone walk into the bathroom. Unlocking the door to the stall, you quickly wash your hands and clean off the stick before hiding it in a secret pocket of your spider suit.

A beep from your watch tells you to go to Miguel’s office. Miguel… what would he think? You rush out of the bathroom and towards his office.

Ben Reilly and Jess are talking with Miguel about a mission. Standing next to Miguel as he continues talking. However, everything he said was unheard as your thoughts raced.

“Y/n?” You came back to reality as Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Yep! Understood.” You say, hoping he didn’t notice you drifting off into space. Miguel dismisses Ben and Jess as he turns to face you.

“Is everything ok?” His eyes grew concerned as you weren’t your usual happy self. You decided not to tell him yet. You were too nervous to tell him. Since movie night, Miguel has been nonstop busy and stressed from work. You didn’t feel you should stress him out more with your news.

And it’s only been 6 months since you started dating. You didn’t know if he wanted children, especially after what happened to his daughter.

“Yeah! I’m good. Just tired. So my mind is a bit off.”

“How about you go home and rest. I’ll do the mission with Jess and Ben.”

“It’s ok. I can still go on the mission.” You try to reason with him.

“No mi amor. Go home and rest. I don’t want you getting hurt on the mission if you’re tired.” You decided to listen to him as he would not change his mind.

“Ok, fine. See you later tonight.” You give him a kiss before saying goodbye.

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“You’re 2 months pregnant.”

The doctor’s words shocked you. You didn’t think you were that far along. It’s only been two weeks since you found out you were pregnant.

After leaving the doctor’s office, you head back to HQ. Going to the doctor at HQ was free, but you knew word would get back to Miguel, as everyone knew you two were in a relationship.

Spider HQ felt off today as barely anyone was here. You go to Miguel’s office but find all the lights turned off except one of his monitors.

Miguel sat in his chair, his head resting in his hand. He looked so sad. You never had seen him this way before.

“Miguel?” You walk closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. You look at the monitor. It was a video of him and his daughter.

“Y/n? I thought you weren’t coming in today.”

“I wasn’t. But I’ve barely seen you for the past two weeks. I wanted to just check in on you.” He moved his chair to face you. As he opens his arms to you, you sit in his lap. Wrapping his arms tight around you, he nestled his head in your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair to help comfort him.

“Today’s her birthday.” He mumbled against your skin. His words clenched at your heart.

“Miguel…” You lifted his chin to look at you as you softly caressed his cheek. He leans into your hand, looking at you with red eyes. Not his normal ruby red, but red from tears.

“She would have been ten this year.” A tear slipped from his eye, trailing down his cheek, which you gently wiped away. You never have seen him in such a vulnerable state before. It made your heart break seeing him like this.

Would it be ok to tell him now about the pregnancy? To try and lift his spirits? Maybe it was too sudden. It was Gabriella’s birthday, after all.

“The thought of having another child is unbearable. I couldn’t handle the pain again if something happened.”

His words shattered you. He didn’t want to have more kids. You placed a hand on your stomach. It would be pointless to tell him. He didn’t want to be a father again.

His watch suddenly beeped, indicating that there was an anomaly he needed to deal with.

“Maybe you should let someone else do the mission.” You got up from his lap as he continued to sit in the chair.

“No, I’ll do it. He stands from his chair as he opens the portal. Before he leaves, you gently grab his arm.

“I can go with you.” He smiles at you as he brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m going to do this one myself, Hermosa.”

“Oh, ok. Be safe.” You say before he walks into the portal.

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You gaze at the surroundings of HQ, seeing various spiders interacting with one another. Ever since Gabriella’s birthday, you’ve barely seen Miguel. He buried himself in work. You tried several times to see him, but he was so distant from you that you decided to stop visiting him.

That was a month ago. Now 3 months pregnant, you have a baby bump, so when you came into HQ today, you decided to wear casual clothes that hid your bump. For what you’re about to do. You didn’t want anyone to know, especially Miguel.

Anxiety blossomed at the bottom of your stomach as you walked to his office. Were you being selfish? Maybe you should wait until he’s better. But time would run out in 6 months, and you didn’t want to face the truth of him rejecting his child. You wouldn’t be able to bear it.

You reach his office, where he talks to Peter B. and Jess about past missions. The three turn when they notice your presence.

“Y/n! It’s been so long! You’ve barely been to HQ this past month!” Said Peter as he went to hug you. You quickly give him a side hug so he wouldn’t find out your little secret. Peter gave you a confused look at your gesture but decided to ignore it.

Your gaze shifts to Miguel as he looks back at you. He’s barely seen you this month. Longer even.

“Jess, Peter. Is it ok if I talk privately with Miguel for a few minutes?” Your serious tone makes the two briefly look at Miguel and back at you before leaving his office.

Miguel walks up to you and places his hands around your waist.

“Is everything alright, cariño?” His gaze turned serious when you didn’t wrap your arms around him like you used to. Bile felt like it was threatening to come out of your throat. Not from the pregnancy. But what you were dreading telling him the past few days.

“I’m quitting Spider Society.” His eyes widened slightly before worry and confusion replaced them.

“What for?”

“Other life commitments need my attention back in my universe.”

“Like what?” He pushed you to tell him.

“Just other things.” You can see hurt in his eyes by your answer.

“You don’t have to quit. You can take a break if you need it.” He suggested.

“No, I’m sure of my decision.”

“Fine. But we’ll talk about it later. I don’t think you should quit. You’re an amazing Spiderwoman. I’ll come over after work with some food.” He wasn’t happy about your answer, but he let it slide.

“Miguel…” His heart dropped when you moved out of his arms.

“I have loved every second we’ve spent together…”

“Y/n?” You held up your hand to stop him from talking to let you finish. Tears began to threaten to spill out.

“But our lives are starting to go in different directions. I think we should stop seeing each other.” Tears spilled down your cheeks as you saw how hurt he looked. You felt terrible.

“Mi amor…” He tries to caress your cheek, but you move your face away, breaking him further.

“It’s for the best, Miguel. I hope you find someone who brings you happiness and love.” You turn away from him. But he grabs you by the arm and pulls you into an embrace. He kisses gently up your neck.

“You brought me that. I’ve never been happier in my life when I’m with you. Please don’t leave me.”

You wanted to melt into his arms and forget everything you said. But you couldn’t let your guard down. Removing his arms from your waist, you walk away from him. You turn to look at him one more time.

“Goodbye, Miguel.”

Tears fall onto your computer as you relive those memories. Even after five years, the look in his eyes broke you. Your heart still aches for him. There were times when you thought of reaching out. But you remembered he never came to your universe to fight for you both. To say he wouldn’t accept you breaking up with him.

You knew you told him it was over. But you still hoped he would run after you. Looking at the time on your computer, you realize you need to pick up Mateo.

You wipe your tears before grabbing your wallet, phone, and keys. As you were about to open the door, you heard a knock. Your spider-sense was going off, which you didn’t know why.

Slowly you open the door. The air from your lungs briefly left you as you dropped everything in your hand.

“Miguel?”

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Hope you enjoyed it.🥰

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[octuscle]

Support dude, it’s me again, Mike. I hit you up so much I feel like I should pay you. And hey if you need that, I’ve got you just tell me. I owe you a shit ton, dude. Since you last helped me, Jack and I tied the fucking knot (and had a hell of a honeymoon haha hadn’t gotten so many noise complaints since high school) and I even moved into his place. Real big and nice like, would make a suburban man cream his pants and even a socialite would do a double take. For as filthy as he can be with me, big boss knows how to fucking live.

But I wouldn’t be hitting you up if everything was all sunshine and rainbows, eh? (Though one of these days I might convince Boss to let you in on our thing for a night or two, just to say thank you if that’s a thing you wanted wink) One of the neighbors apparently doesn’t like it so much when I invite some of the guys at work over for our, let’s call em team bonding events. He bitches and moans about how loud and rowdy we get and how it’s ruining the value of the neighborhood. I almost kicked his ass the first time he came by all bossy and shit, but Boss told me he was President of their HOA or whatever the fuck and that I couldn’t. So I’ve been trying to ignore the prude but if he comes over and ruins another good night I might lose my cool and I don’t wanna let down Boss like that.

Any way you can make the neighborhood meet our lifestyle choices better, dude? I don’t wanna give up this lavish living so soon, it’s nice as hell. But I don’t want it to change me. I wanna change it! Ain’t no reason we can’t live it up without being able to get down if you catch my drift. Can you help me?

I have not invested so much time in my favorite customers, so that you now become adapted suburban bourgeois. So it's time for me to take care of your neighbor. He may be the president of the HOA, after all. But that doesn't give him the right to regulate your private lives. But I could add a little spice to his.

Actually, the boring buffer is not a visitor to the gym. Thank God. So at least you have peace from him there. But today he feels like working out his muscles. And of course, when he enters the locker room, you run right into his arms. And the slimy ass-kisser can do nothing but shake your hand in a friendly way, as if you were best friends. Oops, sorry that your towel slips down.

Normally you are hard as granite when you come back from training. At the sight of your neighbor, the 8 inches dangle limply between your legs. He still seems impressed. To warn your man, you send him a quick message about what to expect during his workout. And write him that you are already preparing everything for dinner at home. "Everything is fine, stallion! daddy wont b disturbed during his workout. Ill b home in 2 hrs"

Your neighbor is blocking the very stations where Jack wants to work out. He has memorized the gym rules and points out every pissy infraction to your husband. In the beginning. But the more Jack sweats, the more musk he exudes, the hornier your neighbor gets. And slowly he starts to change. Actually, sleeveless tops are not allowed in the gym. You both don't care. And your neighbor now too. With the white wifebeater he looks almost like Jack's gym buddy. And he's starting to smell like one, too. It's hard to believe that just a few minutes ago he was the overgroomed suit guy. His armpit hair is sprouting. He obviously hasn't been to the barbershop in a few months either. He stops regimenting your husband. The two of them start working out together as if they've been doing it forever. Steve (your neighbor) can't get enough of having Jack's sweaty workout shorts hanging in front of his face during the bench press. His bulge gets bigger and bigger. And the damp spots in his shorts aren't just from sweat. Jack asks if it's not time to go to the locker room. Steve replies that he was already afraid that Jack wouldn't even ask.

"is it k if i bring a pal 2 dinner" texts Jack. "he 1't want much mor then ur cum and mine." "then he shud bring big appetite" you reply. Shit, this time when Steve shakes your hand, nothing is limp between your legs. Enjoy the evening with the president of the HOA to the fullest!

Pics all found @thelockerroomblog

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man #wife beater #revange tf

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Love or Obsession?

pairing(s): young!yandere!nick goode x shadysider!reader, platonic!ziggy berman x reader.

summary: after seeing you with tommy, nick’s not sure what he feels for you is love or obsession. but one thing’s for sure, you’re his.

warnings: toxicity, gore, blood, murder(?), manipulation, obsession, yandere, tommy becomes possessed lol, possession, mentions of sacrificing, mature language.

i wasn’t sure if I should add a spoiler warning considering the three movies have been out for some time now so I didn’t add one. sorry! but enjoy. and don’t really worry it doesn’t go by the plot of the movies anyway(mostly).

You were a camper. And he was a counselor. Okay, you weren’t that young. Only two years younger than he was. You wouldn’t deny having a small attraction for Nick Goode, Sheriff Goode’s son and the king of Sunnyvale.

Though he didn’t have a huge ego like you had expected. In fact, he was down to earth and kind, and kind of introverted. You shared similar hobbies. But you were a shadysider and sunnyvalers didn’t particularly get along with Shadysiders.

It was an normal day, well, a normal Sunny day. You definitely liked nature, but was worn out from the hiking and activities.

“Worn out? Tommy teased. “Kind of yeah, you chuckle. He wasn’t that much older than you yet a counselor. You didn’t even plan on becoming one anyway.

Yeah, you liked helping out with children but wanted a better job and focus on studies at the same time. “Hey, it’s fine, he assured you.”some of these kids never run out of energy.”

“I know right? You chuckle. Neither of you noticed that Nick had been glaring daggers right into Tommy’s skull. He was pissed. More so jealous. That you were the one Tommy was interested in. Everyone knew that.

Including him. And he needed to do something about it. He felt something for you, that he knew for sure. But wasn’t sure on what. Love or Obsession? Could it be both.

It had been passed down from family to family. Sacrifices. Possessions. And it was Nick’s turn. He already had a name in mind. At that moment, he decided Tommy would be the perfect candidate for possession. And kill all. Then you wouldn’t be so interested in him now would you?

Shadyside wasn’t a shithole for no reason. And as everyone suspected, it was a curse. Placed by Solomon Goode all those years ago back in 1666.

You suddenly trip, but Tommy caught you before you fell. You laughed. "You're a life saver. I swear." He blushed. "It's no big deal, Y/n."

You smile. "Well, I mean, i think so. You're so sweet. You know, helping everyone." "That's what a counselor does... He smiles, before rushing over to help with the next activity.

You didn't know then, that would be the final time you would see Tommy before hell broke loose. You grew tired so eventually you fell asleep quite early. Normally, You were up and ready.

When suddenly, You hear screams. You leave your cabin quick. "Y/N! Ziggy yells. "Ziggy! What's happening? You exclaim. "The witch... she possessed Tommy... Ziggy said.

"No... You frown."Not him. Why him?" Ziggy replies,”I don’t know we just have to go! I don’t want you to die!”

“I won’t, just promise me you won’t, and you’ll live, You say, standing close by your best friend. “I promise, she replies.

You both ran for your lives. You always believed that witch shit even though you shouldn’t. Because last summer, you found something you shouldn’t.

Back then you were a skeptical of the Sarah Fier Legend. A curse on Shadyside, Really? You knew the town had bad luck but a curse was out of reach.

Then you found a ritual. someone who worshipped satan or whatever had a place to go for that. And look what you found. The names of each shadyside killer carved into rocks no human could’ve done with their bare hands.

And it seemed quite obvious that Sarah fier was behind it. After all, she wanted revenge. But that was before Tommy’s name had been put into it. Which explained why Nurse Lane attacked him.

You didn’t want to admit it but she should’ve. It would’ve prevented a huge massacre. But you adored tommy. Though oblivious to his obvious feelings for you.

You two ran for a while until you screamed,”Tommy!” He was right in front of you and was about to strike but turned his attention to Ziggy.

“No! You yell and as he was about to you move her out of the way, both of you unharmed. “Y/N, you could’ve died! I can’t lose you! She said.

“Look, we’re both okay? And it was odd, he didn’t even… try to kill me, You say. “I know, maybe his feelings for you were why, ziggy blurted.

“What? You say. “Oh, She said. "You didn’t know? It was so obvious he was in love with you.” “I thought he was into Cindy… You say. “No, she’s into Alice and everyone also knows that, Ziggy said.

"Whatever, we need to hide! He killed Jeremy, Jesse, Stacey and More kids! You yell, sobbing but tried not to. Ziggy nods. You grew up with her, if you lost her, you wouldn't know how to live.

You run with her, her hand in yours, you didn't want to let go. "Hey look! I found somewhere we could hide... Ziggy begins."Fuck, Cindy! Where is she?"

"Where did you see her last? You asked. "I-I don’t remember, we just should find her, Ziggy said. "Also, I locked Sheila in the bathroom." "Good one, You said. "But she could be killed. Plus, I heard something about Cindy and Alice going somewhere involving Sarah Fier."

"Okay, come on! Ziggy said, you run to the bathroom but now you were growing exhausted. "Sheila? You say. "Fucking Shadysider Bitch! Sheila replied. "Did you lock me in here?"

"Y/n didn't, I did... But come on, Ziggy entering the bathroom before Sheila began attacking her. You pulled her off of Ziggy. ”Calm down. there’s a killer and you have to leave or-“

“Of course it’s always a shadysider huh? Sheila said. "I mean, you’re the reason this shit is happening.” “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what’s going on first of all, You say, laced with venom in your voice. "Second, I think we can all agree none of us want to die so-“

“Hello! Cindy said, and you could hear her voice. "Can anybody hear us?” Ziggy realized like you that it was Cindy and follows the voice. Only to see them under the bathroom.

“What are you guys doing there? You say. “Oh thank fucking god, Alice said. “It’s a long story but… can you help us out? Cindy said.

“Yeah of course, You reply. Ziggy come help me.” “No hesitation, Ziggy said, relief that her sister was okay. You help them up. Apparently Tommy was possessed first there. He killed Alice's stoner friend, Arnie.

"Wow, You said, hearing everything. "I mean, i knew of the whole ritual stuff. But-" "You knew he would be possessed? Ziggy asked. You shook your head."No, But i knew then this witch shit was real."

"Oh."

"In order to stop this, we need to reunite her hand with her body, Cindy said. You nodded. You noticed how she held onto Alice's hand. You hadn't seen Nick, Will, Joan or Kurt in a while. Which made you wonder if they were murdered too.

Nick was acting kind of lately, you didn't know why. But either way, you had to find out. "Well, where is her body? I don't think she had been buried anywhere near here, You point out.

"Y/n's right, Ziggy agreed. "Look, she is, Alice said, moving the book in front of you. You read and looked it over. "Holy shit she is, You exclaimed.

"Fuck, Ziggy said. "Which is why we could bury her hand with her body, we know where her hand is too, Cindy explained. You nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? We could end this curse now."

"Okay, Cindy said. "Come on." Sarah Fier's hand was in the front on fhe table. It soon made sense why she had been buried under the tree where she had been hung. But when you accidentally touched her skeletal hand, you saw everything. You wiped your bloody nose. "I saw the witch. She was pissed. So we we should hurry up."

You grabbed any weapons you could. Even if you didn't know if you could kill or hurt anybody. But before Alice could even kill, Tommy killed her. Cindy angrily lunged at him, and so did you.

Your eyes were filled with tears but you didn't let them fall. "Alice, don't die on us, You said softly. "Please." However, she took her last breath and became another victim. But everyone couldn't mourn for long.

Everyone heard someone singing. "Ruby Lane, You said. "Come on, we have to go." Cindy was naturally reluctant but agreed. Somehow, you got lost from Cindy and Ziggy, who you figured were digging.

As you walked, hoping you could find your way back, you bumped into Nick. "Nick! You're okay! You said, sighing of relief. "Y/N, where were you.. He said, his voice filled with concern. "I... think we could end this curse, You said."

"Y/n, come on, this witch stuff isn't real, he just went crazy, Nick said. "No, Nick, I saw her, She's pissed, I saw the fucking witch! You exclaim. Tommy, the sweet guy you knew, didn't just go crazy. Neither did Nurse Lane. She was right. Of course she had been.

"Hey, this will all be over, Nick assures you, suddenly hugging you, pulling you close while you cried on his shoulder, not seeing the smirk on his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

#nick goode x reader #yandere fear street #yandere nick goode x reader #yandere nick goode #fear street x reader #horror #tw obsession #tw yandere #ziggy berman x reader #alice x cindy #long fic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked a friend to not talk about his show during a future movie marathon.

This is a simple thing I think- some backstory for this ask is that my friends and I have known each other for years now and are all in a discord server together. Which the server is how we met, and after so long we’re all super close.

About a year ago I decided to host a marathon. It’s a franchise I grew up with, and come to love as a child as it’s something I bonded with my brother and dad over. My brother grew out of it, and my dad lives too far for me to watch it with him. So! I thought I’d just host a marathon with friends.

We all thought it would be fun, including friend who I will call B. He was most ecstatic for a couple movies. And yeah! Fun times! And eventually it got time for the marathon which would last all month. At least half the films in the franchise we’d watch.

The first couple days were fun, but it eventually got to the point where B would pop in, then go “Oh it’s a nothing movie” and then leave. Which alright that’s fine! He didn’t have to watch every single film.

It kind of annoyed me a bit cause he would poke fun at us watching this one and not the ones he was excited for. But I was going chronological order, we got to the good stuff when we got to it.

And then B discovered a franchise, and got into it. He told me a bit about it and tbh it wasn’t my cup of tea. But I would listen to him about it.

Which is when he decided it would be fun to only watch this show whenever I was hosting the movie. Now I was annoyed, but I wasn’t really comfortable saying anything cause he was excited. But it would annoy me that he would wait specifically for me to start the movie to start watching the show and then commentating about all the cool stuff that was happening in it. And we wouldn’t stream it either, so we couldn’t even see what he was commentating on.

And it was almost every day save for four of them. As those four were the only “good” films of the franchise. Tbh I was tempted to try and host the movies in another server without him. But it would’ve been cruel to outright exclude him at the time.

We finished the marathon with half the movie franchise done, and B did talk to me about hosting his own marathon for his franchise. Which sure! Go ahead. I don’t think I would’ve joined at all at that point because tbh I was a bit peeved about it all. I did give him advise about times, and which channel to host it in.

He didn’t end up doing a marathon for some reason. Idk what the exact reason was anymore.

But to the point- we only finished half the movie franchise because it has been a long long franchise. And I decided to bring forward the idea of hosting the last half of it, sometime in June when everyone would be home for the summer. A lot of the friends are already excited about the idea.

Which is when B chimes in that he can finish the rest of his series. And I had to take a moment to myself. I am happy he’s found a franchise he likes. I am. But why wait to watch/share it while the group is watching/enjoying something completely different?

And it’s not an all day event either, it’s just an hour-to-two hours. As it’s just one movie a day. Surely he could find time to watch and commentate it a different time?? Or even host it a different month, it doesn’t have to be the same exact time.

Idk I feel like a complete dick even thinking of asking him, cause I’ve been there where I desperately wanted to talk about a franchise, but during another movie?? One that isn’t even remotely similar?

So WIBTA if I asked B to watch his series another time? When there isn’t a movie currently being hosted.

tldr: Hosted a movie marathon month, everyday playing one movie from the franchise. Friend decides to watch a completely different franchise during most of the marathon. While planning for another marathon, he has already declared he will be doing the same again. WIBTA for asking him to just watch the other one a different time.

🐊🐋🐲⚡️ just so I can find it later

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One in Eleven Million (ch. 3)

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Can you tell my ADHD brain has no sense of time? I was fully like 'oh yeah it's been a week' and it's actually been 3, I am so sorry. Thank you to everyone following this series; it is complete so I swear you will get the full story! (Also shoutout to @glorified-red for body doubling w/ me and being overall amazing; I appreciate you.)

Previous chapters linked here and here.

wc: ~1050

warnings: mentions of non-graphic injury

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Damian’s bicep throbbed and he switched his rolling carry-on to his other hand. He’d disinfected, stitched, and wrapped the bullet graze, but that was hours ago now and he hadn’t kept any painkillers in his backpack. Even if they weren’t in his carry-on, he wouldn’t have pulled them out on the plane. As much as he’d learned about the stranger he and Jon were sitting with, he didn’t trust you enough for that. 

Jon’s carry-on bag was loud, wheels clattering against the floor and echoing in the mostly empty airport. It was a small bag and a cheap one, bought mostly for appearances and convenience. Damian’s, on the other hand, was from a safe house 90 minutes away from the airport. It was the only reason he hadn’t been stopped at security with Batman WE technology in the hidden compartment. Jon’s suit—sans the belt in Damian’s suitcase—got through security with no problems. 

He may not trust them farther than Jon could presently throw them, but Damian could at least admit that the stranger on the plane was an unexpected boon. With Jon already on edge from the solar flare and subsequent stranding and Damian himself running on not enough sleep and an even smaller social battery, having a gruff, immoveable asshole in between them would have made the flight more torturous than it was destined to be. With these delays, even more so. A childish part of Damian wanted to call Richard back and say that they did need a pick-up, actually. Some combination of pride and exhaustion stopped him. A few steps ahead, Jon’s laugh rang out, joined quickly by a laugh made familiar by only the last few hours. 

Fine so it was pride, exhaustion, and seeing Jon happy. Sue him. 

While Jon followed your—yes he knew your name, he just didn’t know you enough to use it yet—guidance through the airport, Damian watched the signs. The literal ones and the body language ones. Nothing on the plane ride had given him reason to think the stranger meant any harm, but Damian was raised with extreme paranoia on all sides of his family. Jon was his family too, though, and with his super senses compromised, Damian’s instinct would have to do. 

“Okay so since this is a shuttle, I think it’s this door.” Damian looked up at the sign you were pointing to. Zone 8, it read, Airport Shuttles. Jon shrugged.

“Looks right.”

He took the lead this time and you followed. Damian stayed behind, eyes catching on your backpack. You don’t have clothes with you, he remembered. By the looks of it, you didn’t have much with you at all. 

There was a shuttle leaving by the time the three of you reached the platform. 

“Excuse me,” you asked a woman standing nearby. Damian vaguely recognized her from the boarding line. “Are you here for the hotel shuttles?” The woman turned around, launching into a tirade.

Damian took the distraction for a chance to talk to Jon. 

“No change right?” Jon shook his head, hands rubbing up and down his arms. 

“None. I didn’t really expect any this early. Maybe tomorrow if I’m lucky? Or the day after.” 

Damian swung his backpack off of his shoulder to pull his jacket off. 

“You’re not regulating temperature properly—” 

Jon’s hand on his arm stopped him. 

“Your arm.” Damian cursed under his breath and pulled the jacket back on. 

“How long’s it been since you changed that?” Jon asked. 

“I’ll change it at the hotel, it’s fine.” 

“It’s not.” 

In the corner of his eye, Damian watched you extricate yourself from the tirade. 

“You’re not one to talk, currently,” he said. “It’s barely chilly out and you’re shivering.” Jon’s response was curtailed by your return. 

“Oh but the Metropolis folks aren’t built for this kind of weather, don’t you know? It’s clear skies with a chance of red cape sightings over there.” Your own jacket was still on, though unzipped. 

A snort of laughter escaped Damian before he could hold it back. Damian blamed it on the fatigue. He blamed the spark of gratification he got when you delighted in his reaction on that too. Jon rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah yeah, very funny.”

Your eyes locked onto something behind Jon and Damian tracked your gaze to the shuttle. Jon took a step back as it parked right beside him. 

“Bluiett, Archanza, Helioz!” Yelled the driver. 

Jon extended his arm, ushering you inside. 

“After you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Damian clambered on after Jon. He’d taken a seat across from you. Damian sat next to him. 

The shuttle ride was, for the most part, quiet until the first stop. 

“I don’t have any pajamas,” you lamented, head dropping back against the window behind you. “Or toiletries.” 

Damian wasn’t sure if you were expecting an answer, even if he did know what to say. Jon’s eyebrows wrinkled. Damian thought his thinking face was adorable. Jon thought it was embarrassing.

“You can borrow something of mine if you want?” Jon offered. Damian held back a smile. Jon had very little clothes-wise in his carry on—just sweatpants, an extra set of jeans, a t-shirt or two, and underwear. And a Superman suit. But still, he offered. You smiled awkwardly, eyes dipping down to where your own backpack rested on your lap. 

“Um, no I’m good. But thanks.” 

Damian’s eyes tracked your face. For the first time all evening, he found what he was looking for. You didn’t quite trust them either, not yet. You were wary of them. Not afraid, not like you were when you got on the plane, but wary. Jon and he were strangers and you knew it. 

“Even hotels as bad as these should provide some sort of soap,” Damian offered. 

For the first time all night, your hopeful smile was directed at him. 

“Yeah, I forgot about that, thanks.” The relief in your voice told him you were being genuine. Damian nodded in return, giving into the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“I think I’m taking sleep over a shower anyway,” Jon added. 

“Easy for you to say when there’s options,” you teased back at him. Damian might not have laughed the way Jon did, but he cracked a smile nonetheless.When the three of you parted in the hotel elevator—you on your own on the second floor and he and Jon together on the third—Damian might not have known everything there was to know about you, but his instincts whispered trust. Good enough for him.

#when you and your bestie are both on tumblr doing dc things while also watching justice league unlimited #10/10 do recommend #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x gender neutral reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader x jon kent #jonathan kent #jonathan kent imagine #jon kent imagine #emerson writes sometimes

[dorothy-rainbird]

Here part 2

“Y/n? Why does Bu look so depressed?”

Kuni poked at a purple blob in his picnic basket as he took a bite of his sandwich.

“What do you mean? He was fine a few days ago.” You answered from his lap. That’s right. You both are currently having a mid night picnic at Starsnatch Cliff. Eating sandwiches while laying on Kunikuzushi’s lap as he eats his own. The only problem is that Bu seemed sad about something, sitting inside the picnic basket and making sad squeals that sound like “sighs”.

You sat up from his lap and inspected the blob in the basket. Good lord it seems it’ll deflate like a balloon any second. Wonder what’s troubling Bu…

“Yeah but…he’s kinda off these days.”Kunikuzushi looked at Bu worried. He continued, “He doesn’t even go beyond the garden anymore. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to stay holed up in a limited space.”

“Is he sick or something?” You finished your sandwich and carefully picked Bu out of the basket. Instead of being a happy energetic blob, you were met with a sad little slime.

“Oh no…something IS wrong with him.”

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Bu’s sad behaviour has now taken 2 days. He only likes to be in the garden and with his daddy. You’ve flipped through every book on slime illness but none helped. Kuni isn’t having it easier either. He is stressed to the point he ruins his sleep schedule. You wonder…Is he terrified of losing Bu? You wouldn’t lie that you were also scared if anything happened to him. There’s gotta be a reason he is so depressed. So, with another sip of coffee at 11pm, you began to flip through the books again. There’s gotta be something you misse-

???

You heard snores from the living room…

Slowly getting up from your seat and out of your room, you tip toed down the hall.

In the living room, was Kunikuzushi, hugging Bu and a small plant?? They are fast asleep on the couch with a huge messy pile of books surrounding them. You sighed. Quietly getting a blanket, you draped it over them and started cleaning the mess. Once satisfied with the result, you turned to leave when someone grabbed your wrist…

Kunikuzushi was holding it.

“Please don’t go…” he muttered half asleep.

After processing for a few seconds, you gave a small smile and gently used your free hand to caress his cheek. Your eyes wandered on Bu, and you gave the sleeping slime a soft pat. It gave a low squeal and cuddled closer to into its plant.

Sitting beside them, and without causing much disturbance, you guided your roommate to lean on you. He did so sleepily and snuggled into you with Bu and the plant still in his arms as you held them and fell into slumber yourself.

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You woke up. Still on the couch? Yes. Cuddled with your family? No. Where are they?

Just when you thought of that question, you heard noises from the kitchen. Ah…right, they are probably in the kitchen.

You got up from the couch and stretched. Thank god it was a Sunday.

After washing up, you make your way across the hall (a familiar plant catching your sight sitting next to the window) and into the kitchen next door. You met Kuni making pancakes.

“Good morning” you wished him and plopped onto the counter. He looked at you and returned the greeting with a sad little smile. He’s still stressed. You huffed.

“Are you still worried about Bu?” You gently asked him. That remaining small smile of his fell as he hastily flipped a pancake.

“*sigh* Don’t worry, whatever it is, must have a reason. Trust your guardian buddy, we’ll fix the problem in no time!” You tried reassuring him which was replied by another sigh.

“I don’t know…he’s been like this for three days now. It’s pretty concerning. What if we don’t-“

“Oi Oi Oi! Don’t think any of those bad thoughts. You gotta stay strong and positive for him, okay?” You gave him a light bonk.

“Right…”

…..

“By the way why were you hugging a plant in your sleep last night?” Curiosity strikes again. Hold on is that Kuni or a tomato cuz god damn he is red in embarrassment.

“U-Uh…well…ahem, Bu really liked the plant and would whine if I tried to take him away from it…” he tried saying that with a straight face. Keyword: tried. His face was a red mess.

“So…you slept with the plant?” You raised an eyebrow and smirked. He only managed to squeak out a “yes”. ‘Why tf is he so cute?’ you mentally squeal over him.

Wait…speaking of plant where is the tiny blob who cuddled it?

“Kuni, where’s Bu?” You asked.

“Oh, he’s in the garden, probably digging into the soil again.” He chuckled. That’s right our electro slime likes to bury himself in the ground. What a weird little slime Kuni found….

“Pfft, cuddling plants? Burying himself in the ground? What is he? A dendro slime?” You joked as you approached the back door to the garden. Little did you know….

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“Hey little buddy.” You greeted Bu. Kuni was right about him digging holes in the ground. Bu looked up to you from the small pit he was halfway in. He still had a sad look on his face but something was off…Without any squeaks of acknowledgment, he turned to the fence, staring at something.

You stopped in your tracks for a second.

“Everything good?” You tilted your head. No response….you wonder…

You crouched down to his level and tried to spot what he was looking at. Was there something wrong with the fence? Were the small doors for him to crawl in and out of the garden too small? You looked harder and then you realised that…he wasn’t staring at the fence. He was staring beyond it.

Squinting hard, you catch a glimpse of…Dendro slimes…? Now it was pure confusion. Why was he so gloomy at the sight of dendro slimes? Did they bully him whenever he went out?

The dots didn’t connect until Bu hopped out of his hole and approached the small pond in your garden. (Yes you have a pond in your garden fight me)

He stopped at the water and looked at his reflection and made a noise that sounded like a sigh.

Cuddling with plants…digging holes in garden….

Aaand the dots connected.

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“Y/n! Bu! Breakfast is re-AAH“ Kunikuzushi was interrupted when the back door opened to loudly he jumped.

“I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!” you declared with Bu in your arms.

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“So let me get this straight…” Kuni sat in front of you and Bu on your lap, arms folded.

“Bu thinks he is a dendro slime.”

“Mhm”

“But he doesn’t look like one,”

“yep”

“And he gets insecure because of it.”

“Correcto!” You nodded.

There was silence for a moment.

“I mean...I guess it does explain his obsession with plants and distaste for those electro crystals…”

“It does!” You exclaimed.

…

Kunikuzushi picked up Bu from your lap and looked into his eyes.

……

“What are we going to do…?” He asked in a hush whisper.

You pondered for a moment and then…, an idea struck.

“Kuni you know how to sew right?”

“Yes but how will sewing help?”

“Okay so- hear me out..”

_____________One hour later…

“Bu~ we’re back!”

“Bu?”

Huh…where did he go?

“Y/n I don’t see Bu anywhere-“ kuni called as he looked under the cushion.

“Calm down he’s probably in the house somewhere. You can’t expect him to sit in one place for an hour.” You replied while checking under the table.

“Right”

“Bu! Where are you?”

“Come out little buddy we got a surprise for y- oh…Kuni I found him!” You saw the familiar blob nestled next to the same plant. The plant next to the window in the hall…

“Oh really? There you are!” Kunikuzushi stood next to you and saw his slime child snoozing away.

He chuckled.

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Bu woke up. His “antenna” feeling funny. He didn’t know what the reason was. It was mid afternoon now with the sky bright blue and for some reason he wanted to go out…

He started off by deciding to “hug” daddy first before leaving. He hopped off the window and made his way to the living room where his family was playing “chess” or whatever they called it. He stopped next to where his daddy was sitting and nuzzled against his leg. Kuni looked down on him and made a “surprised” gasp.

“Y/n look! Bu grew into a dendro slime in his sleep!” He giggled. Bu was confused now.

“Oh my! That is the prettiest dendro slime I’ve ever seen~” you played along.

Bu just stared. Did he finally grow into a dendro slime…? You got him a mirror and-

He was surprised at first, then began shaking with joy. He finally turned into a dendro slime!

You watched in amusement as he hopped around the round with loud squeaks and finally into Kuni’s arms where he got a nice hug.

“Who’s my little dendro slime? You are~” Kuni raised him high up and cooed at him.

“Congrats little buddy! Say, don’t you dendro slimes want to cuddle plants or something?” You raised a playful eyebrow at the slime while patting him. Plants…that seemed to hype him because he jumped out of Kuni’s arms, gave him and you a quick affectionate nuzzle and hopped his way to the garden.

“There, he’s back to normal now. Told ya you could trust your guardian buddy~” You grinned and elbowed him playfully.

“Nice sewing skills by the way. No way I could have made that flower petal acces-“ you paused.

Kunikuzushi was looking at you. Into your eyes. His eyes had pure admiration in them adorned by a small dreamy smile…

You chuckled and pat his head. “Come on dreamer boy, help me with drying the laundry.”

He snapped out of his admiration and replied with a sheepish smile. “Right!”

Here, part 4

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Ghosted

Chan/NinthMember!Reader, Jungkook/Sister!Reader.

So I changed the request slightly to fit into my listtle sister universe, so i hope this is ok!

Word Count: 1643 M.list

Ever since the whole fiasco with Jungkook walking in on you and Chan having sex , he’d been acting weird, almost as if he were ignoring you.

Apparently things weren’t as good as he lead you to believe after the three of you talked about the situation. At least, that’s the only reason you could think of as to why he would be ignoring you.

You stared down at the unanswered messages on your phone. The word ‘read’ was almost mocking you. Scrolling back up, the last message your brother sent was a few days ago to remind you to call your mom back.

‘Hey Y/N, we’re getting back to it!’ Han called out to you from across the practice room. The other boys were mostly ready to begin practice again, so you quickly shoved your phone into your bag and ran to join, hoping to push the situation with your brother to the back of your mind.

‘Y/N! What the heck is wrong with you today!?’ Chan called out, effectively halting rehearsal after one too many mistakes on your part. The last straw was you turning the wrong way and slamming straight into Seungmin, causing the two of you to fall to the floor, slightly winded.

‘Mistakes are one thing, but stuff like this could be serious!’ Chan rushed over and stared down at you in annoyance. Seungmin had already been helped up and was claiming that he was fine, despite holding his stomach. Chan ignored him, staying focused on you. Jumping up, you immediately went into apology mode.

‘I’m sorry I just have something playing on my mind...’ You bowed your head as you spoke, staring down at your scuffed shoes.

‘Well figure it out! We don’t have time for this!’ You felt tears sting at your eyes as Chan stormed off, but you quickly wiped them away before any of the boys saw them. You knew you shouldn’t take Chan’s scolding to heart. He was still the leader after all and it was his job to make sure you were all at your best. If something went wrong, then it would fall back on him. Didn’t mean it hurt any less.

‘Y/N? Are you ok? It’s not like you to b distracted like that.’ Felix had approached you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. You snapped out of it and tried to give him your best smile.

‘I’m fine! Just got distracted by my thoughts.’ Felix gave you a look but nodded slowly. He wasn’t convinced but decided to let it go for now, not wanting to risk delaying rehearsal longer and effectively making Chan angrier.

You pushed thoughts of Jungkook to the back of your mind and the rest of practice went on without a hitch, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid talking with Chan later at home.

Even though Jungkook still hadn’t replied, you felt better after having a long hot shower. You sat on your bed in your fluffy dressing gown, whilst you towel dried your hair.

‘We need to talk!’ Chan burst into your room without knocking.

‘What the heck Chan!? Ever heard of privacy?’ You pulled the dressing gown fully closed, just in case one of the other boys was walking past your room.

‘Nothing I haven’t seen before.’ He scoffed before closing the door behind him, and coming to sit next to  you on the bed. He’s also showered and changed into comfy clothes too. You tried to glare as he reached up and pushed your hair over your shoulder, but you couldn’t stop the smile appearing at the gesture.

‘You’ve been really off lately... You want to talk about it?’ He shuffled closer and placed his hand on your bare knee poking from your gown.

‘It’s going to sound stupid.’ You sighed, shaking your head.

‘Hey, if it’s upsetting you then it’s not stupid.’ His thumb began stroking soothing circles on your knee. You flicked your eyes from your knee to his face. Chan’s eyes bore into you as he waited for your answer. You stared back and decided that it was probably best to get it off your chest.

‘It’s Jungkook... He hasn’t spoken to me since he came to our apartment.’ Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

‘but he seemed fine about it when he left?’ He was right. Jungkook did seem fine about the situation and even assured you as much, so why was he now ignoring you out of the blue?

‘so did I! But look.’ You pulled out your phone and opened your message thread with Jungkook. Chan scrolled through your unanswered messages, and got more and more confused with each one.

‘You see? He’s even read them!’

‘That’s messed up. Why would he do this?’ Chan locked your phone and threw it down on the bed in frustration.

‘I don’t know.’ You blinked back the tears you felt forming, not wanting to cry over the situation. Chan pulled you into a hug, knowing you needed the comfort.

‘Y/N please don’t cry over this. I’m sure there’s and explanation.’ Chan rubbed your back soothingly, though he himself couldn’t think of a reason why your brother would be ignoring you.

Chan had managed to convince you into leaving your room and having a movie night with the boys, hoping to get your mind off everything for a few hours.

Whilst you were laughing with Han at a particularly funny scene, Chan used the opportunity to sneak away and pull out his phone. He knew you would never approve of him talking to your brother about the issue, but he couldn’t carry on knowing it was effecting you so much.

Chan

Hey man, I know we haven’t talked in a while... But this is important.

Jungkook

Hey...

What’s up?

Chan

Oh?

So you can answer me right away but not your own sister?

Jungkook

Excuse me!?

Chan

You’ve been ghosting her.

She’s  been really upset and it’s starting to effect her work.

Not cool man...

Jungkook

...

Chan

Nothing to say?

Jungkook

I didn’t realise she was upset..

I thought she wanted space...

Chan stared down at his phone in disbelief. He’d seen the messages you’d sent him so in what world did he think you were giving him that impression.

Jungkook

After what happened at the apartment, I thought she’d want me to be less protective.

Chan

Mate come on.

Maybe talk to her first.

Chan was about to put his phone away, but decided to send one last message to close the conversation.

Chan

And make sure to make it right with her. I can’t stand seeing her upset.

He then pocketed his phone, not waiting for a reply.

Chan quickly made his way back to the living room and slid back into place next to you, smoothly sliding his arm round your shoulders. You smiled at his prescience and cuddled into him, laying your head on his shoulder.

Not even 10 minutes later, you felt your phone vibrating as a text message came through. Pulling away from Chan, you checked your phone and your face paled at the notification.

Jungkook

Hey... Can we talk? Call me whenever you’re ready.

‘Um, excuse me.’ You mumbled and jumped up, almost tripping over Changbin’s legs as you scurried from the room. Chan looked on with a smile, knowing that Jungkook was doing as he said.

The other boys gave uninterested ‘hmms’ as you stood and tried to calmly leave the room.

You quietly closed your door and locked it, not wanting to be interrupted.

Jungkook answered after the first ring.

‘Y/N! I didn’t know if you’d want me to call you...’

‘Oppa, what’s been going on?’ You wanted to get right to the point.

‘Chan told me you’ve been upset so I wanted to explain myself.’ You were a little taken aback.

‘Chan talked to you?’

‘’Yeah. And I’m sorry you’ve been upset because of me.’ He sucked in a breath, as if he expected you to unleash on him.

‘Just-‘ You stopped yourself when you began to get angry. You took a deep breath and sighed impatiently. ‘Tell me why you’ve been ignoring me.’ You flopped down in your desk chair and leaned back. Jungkook sighed down the phone before answering.

‘After I burst in on you and chan... You know..’ You blushed at the embarrassing memory and Jungkook coughed awkwardly. ‘Anyway... I thought I was being to overbearing and maybe you wanted space.’  You pulled the phone away and stared at it in disbelief before scoffing.

‘Are you being serious right now Jungkook!?’ Jungkook cringed when you used his name. When you called him anything but oppa, he knew he screwed up. ‘You thought the best move was to ignore me for days instead of , I don’t know, fucking talking to me!?’ You were beginning to get angry again. He’d made you go through all these emotions, just because he was self conscious?

‘I know! I know! And I’m sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?’ He pleaded down the line, desperate to make things right. You once again pulled the phone away and threw your head back to stare at the ceiling.

You could hear Jungkook’s muffled word’s coming from the phone. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you lifted the phone once again.

‘If you want to make it up to me, you can start by buying me all the ice cream.’ You said, only half joking.

‘Done! Do you want to go now? We can meet up now!’ he jumped in right away with his excited ramblings.

‘Oppa it’s like midnight! I’m not going out this time of night!’ You laughed down the phone. Jungkook sighed a sigh of relief when you called him oppa again.

‘You laughed! That means I’m forgiven!’

#bts #stray kids #imagine #xreader #one shot #scenario #reaction #smut #fluff #angst #idol!au #ninth member of skz #skz #bang chan #jeon jungkook #sister fic

[takusan-no-ai]

Accidental Kiss

PAIRING: Heimdall/Thor/Baldur x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Heimdall, Thor, and Baldur accidentally kiss (Y/N).

It’s unlikely that he’d cause the accidental kiss to happen himself; Heimdall is too careful about how he presents himself to allow such a thing to happen. It was probably an outside force that initiated the kiss.

If you’re not in a relationship then Heimdall would act disgusted to save face. He’s extremely embarrassed that he didn’t foresee this incident. The moment your lips collide with each other Heimdall would lose focus on everything and just be thinking about the beautiful woman that landed on top of him; his crush.

Heimdall doesn’t even realize he’s been stuck in the same pose on the ground, with a blank face, staring up at the sky like an buffoon. “You…your lips.” He kept mumbling it under his breath. Truthfully, it wasn’t just the fact that you both had just kissed. It was the fact that everyone in the room saw it.

Naturally, Heimdall will pretend to be disgusted to avoid being teased. “Ugh! How dare you contaminate my temple with your cow lips!” He storms off and hides on the wall of Asgard. He’d love it if you visited him afterwards to give him another kiss, but he’d also want to be the one to set the kiss in motion.

If you’re in a relationship then Heimdall is more likely to be suave with the kiss. He wouldn’t be as caught off guard, and so he’d have enough strength to hold up the both of you. He’ll keep the kiss quick if you’re in public, but if not, or if he wants to rub it in someone’s face, he’ll deepen the kiss.

The accidental kiss will only work once, so enjoy it while it lasts.

The accident could happen in a plethora of ways. Thor could be the cause of it, you could, someone else could, nature could, anything. Either way, it’s more likely to be Thor himself that causes the accidental kiss.

If you’re not in a relationship then Thor will be a little shy at the intimacy. He’s not going to be red like an apple, but he’ll definitely get a bit softer than usual in his tone of voice. Probably also going to hold you in place for as long as you’ll let him. “We don’t have to move so soon. It’s really comfortable in this position, right?” Doesn’t care what anyone says while watching, unless it’s Thrúdie.

He’d be a little embarrassed if his daughter started teasing him about having a crush on you. “Dad, I know you said you liked (Y/N), but I didn’t think you’d move this fast with her!” Thor’s got some self confidence issues when it comes to the people he cares about, so he’ll also be worried that he may have offended you if you didn’t already make it obvious about your shared interest in him.

Thor definitely becomes more bold if you say you’re fine with it. He wouldn’t mind stealing a few extra kisses in the mix of things.

If you’re in a relationship then Thor will cause the incident to happen and he will take his sweet time with ending the kiss. He’s bolder than ever and unless you end the kiss, you’ll be stuck in that man’s hold forever. Thrúd will gag if she sees it herself, but she’ll also secretly be throwing her dad a thumbs up behind you.

Accidental kisses happen more often than they should. Baldur is really careless about how often he touches you, because he really likes touching you. Even though he can’t feel anything, he knows it’s great and is just happy he can still feel emotions.

If you’re not in a relationship well then you are now. Baldur knows he likes you, he knows you like him; the only reason he hasn’t asked you out yet is because he wants to plan the perfect moment. That was until you accidentally fell on top of him and kissed him. Baldur saw wedding bells. “If I’d known you’d do this I would’ve worn something nice today.”

His mind isn’t well, so naturally he will be upping everything to the max. You smile at him? You were missing him. You hug him? You couldn’t live without his touch. You kiss him? Gosh, what are you, his stalker? Buddy doesn’t get that you’re just nice and that the kiss was an accident. Baldur’s love for you, along with his inability to feel you, makes it all the more extreme.

He obviously won’t move the relationship too fast if you don’t want that, but he will refer to you as his wife to everyone. Leaves your relatives very confused as to why they weren’t invited to the ceremony.

If you’re in a relationship then Baldur just latches on and kisses you. If you’re in public then he’ll make a big display for it, but in private he likes to be more gentle and romantic. “One day, I’ll feel you. And on that day, I want to experience everything I have with you all over again.” Baldur has become a real poet with the way he articulates his words to explain how his heart beats only for you

- Fin

#god of war x reader #headcanon #female reader #heimdall x reader #heimdall #baldur #baldur x reader #thor #thor x reader

[velarisbynight]

How to Soften Teeth

Azriel x Eris

Prompt 3 for the last day of @starfallweek : Character A & B realise they won’t make it to Starfall. They make the most of what they have to celebrate.

a/n: I had hoped for something a little more joyful, but I enjoy the thought of them struggling their way through things together 🩵🩵

warnings: a little angst but it gets resolved, potential spelling errors as it is currently not proofread

Word Count: 4.5k~

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Absolutely nothing shifts over the Spymaster’s expression, blank and stony as usual, but disappointment is palpable. Poignant and thick at the back of Eris’ throat, disliking the flavour.

“I was under the impression you would have this matter wrapped up long before we were due to return,” Azriel says, resting comfortably in a darkened corner of the heirling’s chambers. Around him shadows roll idly, giving no hint to the emotions tightly cocooned beneath his roughly wrapped exterior.

“Matters shift,” Eris replies neutrally, a hint of apology in his amber eyes, not to be verbally expressed. “I will remain here for another week. It must be seen to promptly.”

The Spymaster says nothing, the silence judgemental enough—weighing enough—for the heirling to lean forward in his chair, forearms braced on the desk, momentarily putting aside the appeal he was looking over in favour of attending to— to his mate.

The word is just as foreign in conjunction with the male before him as it was months ago, when it first clicked.

“You understand the nature of these things,” he says matter-of-factly, if a touch fainter than his usual razor-sharp drawl. “They are out of my hands.”

“A fine reason indeed,” the Shadowsinger replies neutrally, the truth of his accusation echoing just beneath, following in the silence. A fine excuse indeed. “I wouldn’t expect any less of you—your court is important.” More important than I am, at least.

Eris’s jaw works faintly, a small tell the Shadowsinger has come to familiarise himself with over the last few years, and one the heirling was initially unaware he had. This time though it is not the accusation itself that aches, but the lack of one. Bland understanding is clear in the Spymaster’s hazel eyes, used to skipping his five stages and settling seamlessly into acceptance. There’s little time for grievances in his line of work, and he is a master at nothing if not brutal efficiency—practiced and perfected to a ruthless degree.

The right words sit on Eris’ tongue, but he swallows them down thickly, tasting overly-sweet to an almost insincere level—who would have believed words like those would ever have sprung to his mind, let alone flourished in his mouth. They’re nonsense, is what they are—pretty things designed for manipulation and coercion. It is the right choice to not disgrace the—…his mate…with expecting him to believe them.

Yes, it is the right choice to keep those words of reassurance to himself. They have no place between the heirling and the shadowsinger before him.

Instead he settles on something more fitting. The words he had been temped by now twisted and warped to fit his chosen cadence. “I do not expect you to remain with me, of course,” he starts with, bland and nonchalant. “You are free to return to your home court. I recall you mentioning the wonders of Starfall over there.” It would be a shame for you to miss it, is what he edits out—seemingly too close to touching something so personal. He will not intrude where he is not welcome.

Something flickers on the Shadowsinger’s end of the bond, hardly corporeal enough to be labeled as a bridge, but the swirling fog sweeps in before Eris has a chance to examine it.

“I had no idea I was in need of your permission to return, heirling,” the Spymaster replies neutrally, hazel eyes reflecting the dancing flame of the fireplace, despite the distance between them.

Eris’ lips press together in what appears like displeasure, but the Spymaster has come to learn is nearer resentment. Azriel finds himself torn between the habitual rise of pleasure at seeing even slight discomfort upon his elegantly sharpened features, and the fresher tug of guilt in his gut—tugging faintly as if in chastisement for deliberately misunderstanding.

They seem to come upon disagreements frequently, much more than mates ought to—if they are truly suited to one another, a small voice reminds him. Yet he feels largely responsibly for causing those small turbulences. How is one to embrace another he’s spent so long trying to loathe and detest, almost as much as himself? It is no small feat to draw oneself from the bloodlust of battle, greater still to overcome it entirely.

Perhaps that is the reason for so many disturbances, to fall back on familiarity, settling into a dance they have been waltzing for centuries. It is easier, but that hardly means it is better. He did not become a warrior through softening his hands with laziness, nor through remaining idle where action was required—and yet it is undoubtedly preferable to rage and argue rather than to remove the armour he’s so accustomed to wearing.

Maybe they’re on a path set for failure—Azriel is sure they both understand nothing with change if the same steps are repeated. And yet footprints are being trodden into the unforgiving stone of the mountain they are traversing together, starting at the foot, then falling when one does not help the other, only to both be dragged down from the bond that binds them, set to try and try again, repeating endlessly until they learn to co-operate.

“You do not,” Eris agrees stiffly, yet no flashes of victory appear in the Spymaster’s eyes, not even a wisp of appeasement over the bond they share. Absolute desolation—a rope leading off into the thick mists and rolling fogs that coat a stretching fen. “Is that all you have to say?” The Shadowsinger questions, the air recognisably shifting, concentrating into tension, palpable enough for the tendon stretching down the heirling’s back, across broad shoulders, to grow taut.

“You know,” Eris muses, leaning back in his chair, inclining his chin as he regards the male stood in the corner of his chambers. He knows the shadowsinger’s reasoning, even if it is unclear to the male himself why these disputes occur like clockwork. He can dance a few more steps, if that will allow the tension to fade, for the wariness to abate. “If you would like to speak longer with me, you need only pick a topic,” Eris drawls, noting the deepening in the Spymaster’s brow, how the shadows darken in the hollow above his eyes. “You seem to be unaware of how regularly you fall into combativeness—all for the sake of a longer conversation. What is it you want to say to me?”

There’s a distinctive shadow rising behind his eyes, malice that is too easy to stir, that Eris must learn to assuage and calm before he can ever hope to reach what it’s been made to guard.

“Speak with you?” The Spymaster echoes, tone deadened with cold amusement. “What might I ever wish to speak with you about?” The ice incites fire, roaring to life to keep from being snuffed out. “Any number of things you might desire—assuming you have wants of your own,” Eris replies, blood heating. “You seem to detest my presence almost as much as you revel in it.” A look of disgust crosses the Shadowsinger’s features, summoned so swiftly it appears instinctual for him to despise.

“And you?” Azriel replies lowly, shadows gathering like thunderclouds atop the taloned peaks of his wings. “You are the one who suggested this arrangement; now you are the one hastening my departure. Your temperament is mercurial at best, volatile at worst.” Just like your father’s, are the unspoken words, practically spat across the bond. “I wonder if there’s even a sincere bone in your body, or if they were crushed out of you all those centuries ago.”

“And yet mates are supposed to be equal,” Eris replies sharply, ire blazing at the disturbed wound, hackles raising, canines bared to snap and bite in retaliation. “Everything you detest in me, is already present in yourself.”

Ice comes down heavy over the Shadowsinger’s eyes, expression stony as shadows grow blacker, densifying until it’s a struggle to look at them, as if sucking away the light of the room. Difficult to look upon them in the way it is difficult to peer at white parchment reflecting the midday sun. A blinding type of void. “Is that why you’re pushing me away, then?” Azriel spits lowly. “You would prefer solitude than my kind of company? How adoring of you.”

Eris stiffens as the Shadowsinger pushes off from the wall, looking about ready to leave. They can’t keep leaving arguments between them.

“Then you would stay with me and miss out on your so-very-dear Starfall celebration?” Eris presses pointedly. “It is you who chose to twist my suggestion into something gnarled and ugly when we both know it is the decision you would have come to regardless of my input.”

“I don’t appreciate your assumption to know me so well.”

“You would have stayed?” Eris reiterates, voice low and roughened with tumultuous emotion. Wicked and wrecking.

“I would never have come in the first place,” Azriel spits out, that gut-wrenching split of delight and disgust cleaving through him as he feels the flicker from across the bond, how something recoils sharply, curling back in on itself like a wounded viper.

Then a shield of smoke billows over amber eyes, a fire raging so fiercely ash burns through the sky, smog so dense that lungs scar with agony. “Then I will remind you I have already bade you farewell,” Eris returns sharply, ire blazing from his flame-like tongue. “You are more than welcomed to skulk back to your family, and lie about your whereabouts as you usually do whenever I am involved.”

“At least I have a family to go back to,” Azriel snarls lowly, unable to help the impulse that has been honed for centuries.

It seems that is a step too far even for Eris’ threshold for mistreatment, accustomed to the burn of scorn and the searing ache as fire is put into his body, flame licking across burnt and healed skin over and over.

Even the Spymaster is unable to conceal his flinch as the logs crack in the fireplace, fire flaring at the heirling’s fingertips, licking up his clothes until the flame seems to be living off him, while leaving his finery untouched. He’s across the floor in the blink of an eye, fire-wreathed palms shoving against the Shadowsinger’s shoulders, lip curled back as ire blazes across his features.

Azriel instinctively makes to grip the heirling’s wrists, but shrinks away when the memories rise from within, kept tucked away, embedded in tissue to recoil from the slightest of sparks. Instead he finds himself flattened against the wall, wings tucked in tight in attempts to pull from the living fire before him. Flame he provoked, stupidly. All because he’s unable to change.

“I will reduce you to cinders myself if you dare speak like that again,” Eris seethes, pupils narrowed into slits, skin white with fury. Azriel has never seen the male so riled, always kept pristine and immaculate, absolutely spotless beneath a cover of cultivated malice. Azriel’s breathing hard, vision tilted, grappling for sense, falling back on training to fight back.

“You couldn’t if you wanted to,” the Spymaster hisses lowly, throat closing up as his lungs sting with that unforgettable burn of smoke and charred flesh. “You’re shackled to me whether you want it or not. If I go, you’re going with me.”

“Maybe it would be worth it so I wouldn’t have to put up with you,” Eris snarls back, voice taking on the quality of roaring flame and rasping smoke. “To rid myself of you.”

“No need,” Azriel spits viciously, venom practically dripping from his clipped words. “I’ll leave you to wallow in your bed of knives on your own. Mother knows you fucking deserve it.” Shadows rise from the floor, overpowering the blinding glow of flame with staggering vehemence, wrapping around the male like deadened hands, stealing him away quicker than Eris can think to prevent it.

Flame still burns at his back, but it dims swiftly, magic snuffed out over the span of a few breaths. Leaving him feeling starkly cold. Skin hot to the touch, but cool on the inside.

The room is far too big now, far too empty.

Breaths drag from his lips, feeling the taste of smoke on his tongue, bitter and burnt.

Singeing his lungs.

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The icy bite of the wind is welcome as Azriel finds himself on an open hill, long grass swishing at his legs as he strides across the terrain beneath the pale moonlight.

He is being unfair, but it is difficult to remember the male—his male—is undeserving of that treatment now. Eris had confessed the truth of what had happened centuries ago, between the boarders of Autumn and Winter: the collaboration; the planned deceit.

Hundred’s of year’s worth of loathing and hatred now having no place but to sink inward, biting at his flesh with sharpened teeth.

It is not as if he still despises the male, though it feels like that at times—when fury rises up and he makes no attempt to change. No attempt to better himself. Change takes time, and an idea as deep-rooted as this one will take forever to undo. To separate Eris from the male he’d thought he was.

Winds breathe across the landscape, swishing his hair about, and the instinct to fly surfaces. It is a wonderful night for flying: the moon is out, the skies are clear, the breezes are harsh but not overpowering. Easy to glide on, so he will have time to think without having to keep an eye out on their currents.

Wings spread wide, and then he’s soaring high to the midnight blue of the heavens, sailing further and further from the ground, as if to free himself of the tumultuous emotion of his choices. Yet they follow him as usual, clinging to his skin, soaking through his flesh, itching at the back of his mind no matter how many times he folds his wings in entirely, free-falling down through open air, pulling up and gliding away, coasting over the grassy hill tops.

He had wanted a fight, he had been looking for a reason to argue. Why must he be as he is?

He’s desired a mating bond since he was young, but the yearning only became more acute as they were delivered to his brothers, able to watch as they flourished, blossoming in full while he is left struggling to make it through the next season. And now he’s been given one, but it wasn’t what he had expected. Males have never before taken his attention, yet this one…

His jaw hardens, struggling to resolve the questions that have been surfaced within him.

The male—his mate—had been the one to volunteer his departure first, and it had bothered him. Why not allow him to make the suggestion of his own accord, rather than pushing it up into the light? Surely there was no reason for it unless he had not been welcome. Maybe he’d been foolish enough to think progress was being made—that the sharp words they had exchanged over the past week had been more amicable than hostile, that it was simply the easiest way of communication between them. More on the side of sparring than real battle. Yet the words than had been exchanged not even an hour ago had not been muffled. Those words were laced with poison and forged from steel, designed for war—not play.

Azriel folds his wings in again, plummeting down from the heights he’d soared, sinking through the air faster than a millstone in a pond, or a ball of iron through the ocean. The ground comes closer, and he gently flares his wings, easing his momentum, slowing until he can smooth out the curve of his fall, eventually returning to gliding low through fields, weaving round the occasional tree before beginning the ascent anew.

He’d wanted to show the beauty of his own court.

It had seemed almost personal in a way, the plan to spend time in the other’s homeland, to accompany them through menial, almost domestic tasks. After seeing more than he had anticipated, a small part of him had been hopefully anticipating returning. Getting to reciprocate the feelings he had experienced when walking through the forest he though came from a jewellery box, to try the unfamiliar cuisine specific to the Autumn Court. Sharing a part of his own identity.

It was personal.

But maybe it simply wasn’t enough of an enticement to pull Eris away from his work. Work the Shadowsinger had carefully managed to set aside, so there would be time—time—to spare.

He had wanted Eris to watch the stars fall.

He had wanted to watch Eris watch the stars fall.

But all of that feels continents away from where they are now, emotions too deep to share this early on. Surely Eris can at least guess at how much Starfall means—to everyone in the night court, but him too. Maybe he’d tried to take things further before Eris was ready.

So many problems; so many confusions.

Why had he been asked to leave?

Surely nothing was as urgent as Eris had made it seen. He had to be deceiving him. He had to be. What other reason could it be, aside from—

A cold winds slams into him from the North, icy and merciless, catching beneath his wings as he’s flipped over in the skies, knocked off course. He tucks them in tight, dipping lower to the ground to pull himself out of the draft, lowering to smoother parts until he’s reached the calmer weather near land.

He settles on the ground, empty rolling hills surrounding him, not a fae light in sight.

Nothing could have been that important, unless Eris hadn’t wanted to intrude on something as precious as Starfall. Allowing Court matters to be prioritised so Azriel would be free to enjoy the night with his family, without having to keep to the shadows, to make sure they weren’t found out.

Azriel’s chest expands as he inhales deeply, pulling the crisp air down into his lungs, feeling its chill nip at his throat, before exhaling heavily. He can’t keep causing problems as he does. Not if he still wants the happiness his brothers have been given. As much as he struggles to admit it, Eris had been the more civil one throughout these past few months. Whether that was because he was accustomed to an attraction towards males, because he had been more aware of the undercurrent between them beforehand, or he simply didn’t hate Azriel as much as the Shadowsinger had hated the heirling…he doesn’t know at the moment.

But it’s clear to see he’s the one who’s been dragging his wings.

He was undeniably the one who caused the vulgar exchange of words, spat with enough venom to render stitching useless. Wounds bleeding afresh.

Can he change? Can he adapt himself?

Is he capable of that?

Is it possible to break the loop he’s caught himself in. To not aim to kill with the commencement of each interaction. It’s been months, but he feels little progress has been made in any way that matters. It’s habitual, and it’s easy. Easier than trying to open himself up, at least.

The heirling’s tongue is sharp at the worst of times, poignant and cutting without knowing the Spymaster’s intimacies, his habits, and worries. He’s unsure if he could survive, should he chose to bring his heart out from his ribs.

One of his incisors pierces at the skin of his lower lip, almost deep enough to draw blood, but self-inflicted injury will not absolve him—he knows it will never work, that it will never be enough. Unless something changes. Unless he changes.

The words that had passed between them had stung, deeper and more acutely than he had anticipated. And they will continue to sting for a while longer.

He must try while he still can. Before the already ghostly bridge between them vanishes entirely.

————

Eris is caught off guard when he finds the Shadowsinger in his chambers—sat on his bed, no less.

Amber eyes narrow warily, not in the mood for more blood to be spilled. He didn’t enjoy their fights like he thinks Azriel might have. Might still, somewhere inside of him.

“If you’ve returned to cause more wreckage, I suggest you leave promptly,” Eris says from the doorway to his washing chambers. “I will not participate.”

The Shadowsinger stands, and Eris straightens a little at the action. “I…” he begins, tongue wetting his lips. Hesitating. Wariness deepens in the heirling’s chest, caution raising as he regards the Spymaster, who seems to be struggling with an inner conflict. “The night is clear,” he says at last, causing Eris to raise an unimpressed brow. “There’s no cloud cover,” the Shadowsinger supplies, as if he’s making sense.

“If I wished to know the weather forecast I could have simply shifted my gaze to the skies,” Eris drawls, forcing a laziness into his tone he does not feel. Azriel swallows, but does not appear to be put off, rather his hands shift at his back, eventually sitting in their usual placement at his sides. “Spit it out,” Eris drawls, marking the wariness in the Shadowsinger’s body. “If you don’t hurry, you won’t be able to make it back to your beloved Starfall.”

Something unkind flickers through the male’s hazel eyes, before it is quelled, coming to a simmer instead of a rolling boil, then calming further to simple heat. His jaw works, gaze flitting through the room without his attention shifting. Eyes lock again, and Eris feels the urge to lean for the sincerity he had earlier scorned. “We can watch from here,” Azriel says at last, tone neutral, though Eris has to wonder if that’s simply how it’s natural for him to speak, rather than actually being so guarded. “The night is clear. We will be able to still see a few.” He’d glanced at the balcony before—leading out into the darkness where the stars would be visible.

Eris raises a brow, not quite kind enough to allow the Spymaster to escape unscathed. “Is that what you came back for?” Eris muses with surprising ice. “Staying here to keep from lying to your family about where you sometimes sneak off to? I suppose it’s easier to commit shameful acts in the dark. You would know.”

“You have no interest in it?” The Shadowsinger asks, a touch quieter than before.

“Watching a few stars fall from the sky?” Eris mocks, arms folding across his chest as he leans into the doorframe, appearing at ease and unruffled though he is intent of pushing the Shadowsinger further—gauging the depth of his sincerity. “I would rather sleep. Besides, you’re supposed to spend Starfall with loved ones—family, if I remember correctly,” Eris drawls with a rueful curve to his sharpened mouth, ever so slightly self-deprecating. “It would seem like an offence then, for me to intrude.”

Azriel’s jaw works, something almost like regret fleeting behind the thick mists that the bond leads into.

“You can spend Starfall with whoever you like,” he counters quietly. “Or would you rather I leave, so you can be rid of me?”

Eris’ lips thin, pressing together in a pursed line, hearing the point. Again, he’s unsure if the Shadowsinger is aware of how much he’s revealing of himself by the simple lack of accusation.

“I suppose it would be too punishing to refuse you now,” Eris drawls, voice hard as he allows his sharp amber eyes to slice through the male before him. “After you’ve so generously made the long journey back. We’ll see what measly stars we can spot.” He pushes off from the frame, heading for the glass door that lead to the balcony, making to brush past the male, but a scar-roughened hand settles around his wrist, pausing his motion. The touch is light—hesitant. As if cautious of the flame that might spring up. When none does however, his touch presses closer.

“You’re cruel for saying the things you did,” Azriel murmurs, noting how rigid the male’s body goes, how his pulse spikes with what he can only assume is something close to rage, by the look in his eye. “But,” Azriel continues, pushing forward swiftly, not allowing himself time to doubt, to fall back on those habits that will only hasten his self-destruction. “If my words…if they cut like yours did… Then I am sorry.”

Amber eyes blink at him, a small sign of surprise, and Azriel releases his grip, quietly stepping back, waiting for whatever punishment is dolled out in consequence. But Eris only nods, a sharp dip of his head before also stepping away.

A few beats of silence pass between them, before Eris breaks it, turning swiftly for the balcony.

The moonlight is bathing the stone ground in silver, and Azriel joins the heirling’s side, looking quietly to the sky, in search of a falling star.

“You crossed a line with my family,” Eris speaks into the night, not facing the Shadowsinger. Although the words are damning—a sure proclamation that he’s already gone too far, that he’s inevitably ruined the one thing he has spent countless nights considering—he can’t help feeling there might be something to salvage, if he is being told his own wrongs. That there might be a chance to put things right, or at least begin to amend them. “You had no right to make a comment like that, to throw what you have in my face.” His heart sinks a little, but he does not retreat from the balcony.

“Still,” Eris murmurs, voice without tremor, “I hope you will remember that my flames did not burn you, though they may have appeared to want to.”

Azriel does indeed remember, though he had not realised it in the moment—that they had meant no harm to him. Simply a pure expression of rage on Eris’ side, yet not so overpowering that it would be harnessed to inflict more scars.

Unable to voice the emotion in his chest, Azriel nods, glancing at the heirling from the corner of his eye.

Amber eyes instinctively shift, sensing the gaze effortlessly. “You’ll miss them,” Eris reminds blandly, unaware of the conflict warring inside the Spymaster. “I’ve seen them many times before,” Azriel responds, hoping Eris will be able to figure out the rest.

“I’ll be unable to concentrate with you staring at me like that,” the heirling replies, glancing over the Shadowsinger. “At least try to be subtle about your thoughts. I don’t want to hear your internal debate over how you think you feel about me.”

Azriel’s upper lip curls slightly, before he’s forcefully pushing against the rising urge to spit something back. “I know how I feel about you,” the Shadowsinger replies neutrally, turning to look at the skies.

“Intriguing,” Eris muses, “I had no idea you were such a confident liar.” The Spymaster’s brow narrows, but there’s no anger he has to quell, no resentment tucked between them.

“You’re insufferable,” he mutters, shadows pooling on the floor, having not noticed the way they’d been slowly weaving outward, hiding their feet from view.

“Because I’m everything you despise?” Eris asks lightly, seemingly uncaring for the darkness that is carefully winding its way higher, flicking at the fine fabric covering his long legs.

“And more,” Azriel murmurs, quiet enough a breeze could have stolen the words, uttered without a note of inflection.

#azriel x eris #azris #azriel x eris angst #starfallweek2024 #azris angst #azris fanfiction

[neverevan]

Wip Word Search 🔍

rules: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do) and share the lines where they show up in your WIPs

my words: affect, great, opposed

1. affect from the mudslide fic ☔️

He watched as Eddie got up from the couch, carefully depositing Christopher’s legs from his lap before turning back to him and planting a soft kiss onto the top of his soft curls. He was getting too old for these kinds of affections when awake and — as much as he couldn’t wait to see Christopher become his own, independent person — Buck desperately wanted to halt time. It wasn’t a fair thing to think; Chris wasn’t exactly his kid to begin with and regardless of what Eddie’s will said would happen after his death, Buck's place in their lives wasn’t set in stone, so he savored every tiny moment he could. Somewhere along the last handful of years, Eddie and Christopher became Family, with a capital F. Buck loved Chris like he was his own and his feelings for Eddie were clear as day — only if not for the man himself. It was better that way, Buck reasoned. He probably wouldn’t let Buck hang around all the time, if he’d have known. Eddie probably didn’t think of them that way anyway. Buck ran his fingers through the curly hair tickling his cheek and pulled the kid’s small frame just a fraction closer, relishing in the moment of stillness.

2. great from the jealous eddie fic 🧇

“So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great. “Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a small sigh. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth —  and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.”

3. opposed from the breeding kink fic 🛏️

“You might be right,” he breathed, leaning over Buck and slipping his hands under his thighs for more leverage, “maybe we should just stay here like this forever.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment when he bottomed out again. It wasn’t a plausible or in any way realistic idea, really, but Eddie found that he still wasn’t opposed to the fantasy of it. Especially not when Buck’s warmth enveloped him so perfectly, while he got to watch his chest rise and fall quicker and quicker, listen to his quiet whines and grunts as Eddie sped up his movements until he hit a steady rhythm and smell as fresh sweat broke through the lingering scent of their shared body wash; tea tree and mint. His hair was still damp from their shower and that was one thing they didn’t share; the shampoo — and god, Eddie was grateful that it never became something that he’d lose on the account of getting used to smelling it on himself, so now he could let the fruity and fresh scent of green apple, and something that uniquely belonged to Buck wash over his senses.

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#this took longer than I expected lmao #also quite a bit more than just a line each but idc I miss my main wips 😭 #these were literally my first 3 wips for this fandom and I still haven't posted any of them I— #though I am heavily aiming to finish the first draft for the breeding fic today/tomorrow #it's already at 4.6k so that 5k estimate is out the window but maybe 6k? 6.5k? #I am bargaining cuz it's just some silly smut and I don't wanna edit anything longer than that 😭 #but I do want it to be my last fic of the year so 🫡 #(though unfortunately my vertigo's back and I got too dizzy to pay attention for now but I'll be back at it later) #ALSO I need to write from buck's pov more cuz I wanna appreciate and cherish eddie through his eyes he way he deserves it!! #buddie #911 #wip #the mudslide fic #the jealous eddie fic #the breeding fic

[natalynsie]

5 Times Alejandro Flustered Tyler and 1 Time Lindsay Noticed Why (Aletyler Oneshot)

“Go Tyler! Go Tyler!” Lindsay screamed across the baseball field.

Tyler smiled at Lindsay. Lindsay was known for showing her friends support all the time. Even if it was just a friendly game between two teams from the same school during summer. Lightning had bet the juniors that the sophomores could beat them at baseball, and Tyler never turned down a challenge.

So, Tyler got everyone who would come roped in for the game. They didn’t have enough people for a proper team, but a game was a game. Tyler managed to round up Geoff, Duncan, Cody, Owen, and last but not least, Alejandro. Lightning managed to get Scott, Brick, Jo, Mike, and B. At the beginning of the game, he said something about it being “guys versus guys”. Tyler was pretty sure he still didn’t know that Jo was a girl.

There was only one person watching the game, and that was Lindsay. No one else really cared enough about some bet between Tyler and Lightning of all people. Yet, for some reason, Lindsay was still out cheering out on the sidelines.

“Tyler!” Lindsay yelled. Not cheered. Yelled.

Tyler turned towards the field.

A baseball was soaring at him.

Pow!

“Ugh,” Tyler groaned, falling back on the field. His head hit the grass, just like how the ball hit his face.

“Tyler!” Lindsay shrieked, horrified. She ran from the sidelines to Tyler, crouching next to him.

“Amigo.” Alejandro got on his knees next to Tyler. “Can you hear me?”

“Huh?” Tyler asked, in a daze. He looked side to side with squinted eyes, seeing two Alejandro’s. He had double vision. Not like he was a stranger to that.

Alejandro took Tyler’s hand, gently pulling him into a sitting position. “Are you alright?”

Tyler blinked a few times, and smiled. “Yeah, I’m okay. This is all grood! Happens all the slime.”

Alejandro chuckled. “Uhh, Tyler, I think you need to sit on the side with Lindsay for a little bit.”

“What?” Tyler asked. “No! You’re really fine! Wait, I mean-”

Alejandro gave Tyler a pat on the shoulder. “You need a break. I’m sure Mike wouldn’t mind sitting out to even out the teams.

“Dang,” Tyler sighed. Lindsay helped Tyler up, and he went to sit on the ground with her.

She smiled. “You said ‘slime’ instead of ‘time’.”

“Aw man, I did?” He folded his arms. “That’s embarrassing.”

“You also said ‘grood’.”

“Ugh…”

~~~

“I didn’t even see that,” Alejandro mumbled. “Good move.”

“Hah, well, you know,” Tyler responded. “I mean, how am I supposed to win sports without a sick sense of strategy? Also, my gym teacher accidentally put me on the chess team for all of ninth grade, so I learned to crush it.”

“It wasn’t an accident,” Duncan muttered.

“I should’ve been there,” Alejandro stated. “Maybe then I could kick your butt even harder than I am right now.”

Alejandro moved his knight to Tyler’s king, knocking it over.

“Checkmate.”

“Woah! That came out of nowhere!” Tyler exclaimed. “You’re really good.”

“Thank you, amigo,” Alejandro smirked and brought a hand to Tyler’s face. “Although, you did put up quite the fight.”

Duncan gave Lindsay a look with one eyebrow raised. She returned it with a smile.

Tyler shot back from Alejandro. “You’re also really good. Obviously,” He squeaked. “You beat me.” He chuckled.

“I did.”

~~~

“Thank you again for holding all of our stuff.” Alejandro slipped his three bags of clothes from individual stores onto Tyler’s arm. “We appreciate it.”

“Yeah!” Lindsay smiled. She dropped her bags into Tyler’s arms, and he stumbled backwards. She most certainly had more bags than Alejandro had.

“Mhm,” Justin acknowledged that they were giving thanks and hung a bag on each of Tyler’s right fingers. Tyler remained upright. He just wished his upper body strength as a whole was as good as his finger strength. With that, Justin walked into the changing room.

“Well, you know,” Tyler grunted. “You’re spending the money so I gotta carry the bags.”

“It’s our money, you’re still doing us a favor.”

“You’re doing a favor by looking pretty and stuff.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty? Why thank you.”

Tyler’s face turned slightly pink. “Yeah, uh, well I kind of said that on accident but like, you are pretty I just meant that-”

“I know what you meant, amigo.” Alejandro gave Tyler a smile. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Tyler managed to vocalize.

“Well. I’m going to try this shirt on.” Alejandro walked into a nearby changing room.

“Aw, you think he’s pretty,” Lindsay grinned. “So nice of you to compliment him.”

“You look pretty too,” Tyler smiled.

“Yay! I know I do, but thanks!”

~~~

“You gonna come in, Linds?” Tyler asked.

“No, I need to work on my tan. And my hair is straightened,” Lindsay replied.

“Aw man. But it’s beach day!”

“Come on, amigo.” Alejandro placed a hand on Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler’s eyes dashed to look at it. “Let’s just go swim. Bridgette and Geoff are waiting.”

“Yeah! Let’s go. Um,” He peeled his eyes from his shoulder, and to Alejandro’s eyes. “Yeah.”

Alejandro and Tyler stood still, staring at each other.

“Uhh, are you guys okay?” Lindsay asked.

“Yes!” Alejandro tore his hand from Tyler’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Tyler nodded and turned, walking towards the beach.

“Bye guys,” Lindsay said, slightly confused.

“Bye!” Tyler waved his hand backwards.

~~~

Heather snorted. “What is with your hair?”

Alejandro looked up, as if he could actually see his own hair. “What’s wrong with it?”

“You don’t even have enough hair to do a ponytail so you only did half of it. You look ridiculous, Alejandro.”

“Hey! It’s a style,” Tyler defended. “It’s a half-up-half-down.” He turned to Lindsay. “Right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it works that well with his hair type-”

“I think he looks cute!” Tyler yelled, a little too loudly.

Alejandro stood still.

Lindsay stood still.

Heather gave Tyler an eyebrow raise. “You mean the hairstyle looks good?”

“Yeah!” He exclaimed, now a little nervous as he took in his friends’ stares.

Alejandro stood up straight. “Yeah, Heather. Tyler likes it. It’s clearly just a you problem.”

“Well, I-” Lindsay butted in.

“Come on Tyler, we have a game to play.”

The two of them walked off, leaving Heather and Lindsay alone.

“God, what an idiot,” Heather insulted.

“Don’t talk about Tyler like that!”

“Not Tyler,” Heather rolled her eyes, “Alejandro.”

“What?”

“He’s so stupid for not noticing.”

“Noticing what?”

“You are too.”

“What?”

~~~

“And guess what?” Lindsay asked, through mouthfuls of popcorn. “She said my nail polish was cheap! Cheap! I never spare a dime when it comes to accessorizing, she knows that.”

“You should cut her off,” Alejandro advised.

“I guess,” Lindsay said. “But seriously!” She shot her hands in the air, hitting Tyler straight in the nose.

Alejandro fell backwards and off of the footrest he had been sitting on. “Oughhh.”

“Tyler!” Alejandro stood up. “Are you alright?”

Alejandro held a hand out to Tyler and pulled him back onto the footrest.

“I-I like girls!”

Alejandro chuckled, and continued to hold his hand. “I know.”

Lindsay looked between the two.

Tyler looked down at Alejandro’s hand before letting go.

“By the way, what time is it?” Alejandro asked.

“Nine,” Lindsay responded.

“Oh, I have to go. See you, Tyler.”

“Bye Al!”

Alejandro grunted, walking away.

Lindsay waited until she heard a door open and shut, and then turned to Tyler.

“Do you have a thing for him?”

“What?” Tyler asked. “No, I don’t, nah, we’re just friends.” He waved his arms around in denial.

“You totally like him! Eee!”

“Do not!”

“Do too! The other day you said he was cute, and today you said you like girls when he helped you up. You totally like him!”

“Aw man,” Tyler sighed. “I do. But only a little!”

Lindsay squealed and gave Tyler a hug. “Yay! You should ask him out!”

“No way! He’s so out of my league.”

“I’m out of your league, but you dated me. Why is he any different?”

“Hey!”

#fanfiction #fanfic #total drama #td #oneshot #aletyler #td tyler #td alejandro #tyler td #alejandro td #total drama tyler #total drama alejandro #tyler total drama #alejandro total drama #natie fics #natie hometown fics

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Brothers and Bank Heists

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: Jason being angsty, mentions of crimes, guns

Word count: 937

A/N: Here’s part 6 of Castle of Glass! I know I said I would post a Convenience blurb today, but I wasn’t going to have time to edit and post this tomorrow. So, I’ll be posting the convenience blurb tomorrow instead. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Jason had never wanted to slap himself more. Y/N had been in his lap, her fingers tangled in his curls, kissing him in a way that made him feel like he might combust on the spot. She had felt so good beneath his fingers, like everything he ever dreamed she would be. But then she had moved to take off his tie and he knew his shirt would follow. He couldn’t let her see his scars, remnants of the life he lived, and was continuing to live. The danger of who he was the only thing on his mind so he’d pushed her away and stumbled over apologies before running to get Dick. And he knew Dick could tell something was wrong, and he wouldn’t blame Y/N for coming completely clean and telling Dick everything now.

He took a deep breath and tried to clear his head as he looked out at the darkened city. His hands twitched over his holsters, practically begging someone to give him a reason to get involved so he could take his mind of what had happened.

Gravel crunched behind him and he spun, gun automatically raised and level with the other person’s head. Dick just raised his hands and gave him a sheepish smile, his eyes hidden beneath his domino.

“What are you doing on this side of town?” Jason practically growled, re-holstering his gun and turning back to face the city.

“You seemed pretty rattled when you ran off, and Y/N was pretty tight lipped about what happened other than saying she had a panic attack on you.” Dick walked closer. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

He sucked in a breath through his nose. “I’m fine. Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s sleeping in my spare room with Haley.”

“Good.” Jason muttered, hating that his first thought was it was good she wasn’t on her own because she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she was.

Dick hummed in agreement. “But you’re not fine. If this is about what happened last week, we’ll get him again, we always do.” Dick said softly, coming to a stop next to him but making sure to leave space between them.

“That’s the problem, you keep catching him and throwing him back in Arkham, only for him to break out and hurt more people. It’s a never-ending fucking cycle. He needs to die.” Laughing started echoing in his ears and he bit hard into the side of his cheek, grounding himself as the taste of iron flooded his tongue. “That’s not what’s bothering me tonight anyway. What the fuck are you doing going after Black Mask?”

“She told you.” Dick winced.

“She pointed him out while we were dancing. She was under the impression that he was just a mob boss, not Black Mask.” He finally turned to completely face Dick, only for Dick to suddenly find the view interesting.

“I hadn’t got round to explaining all the finer details of his operation.” Dick turned back to look at him. “How the hell do you know he’s Black Mask, anyway?”

Jason sighed. “I did a few jobs for him when I first got back. Look, I’m not proud of it okay. I got out as soon as I realised arms weren’t the only thing he was trafficking. He’s a tricky bastard to get info on, so if you need any help on this, I’m more than willing to pitch in.”

Dick nodded, studying him closely. “Thanks. I might take you up on that, I’d rather not involve B and the others in this one.”

“Alright.” Jason said with a nod.

“It was good to see you tonight. You looked like you were having fun.” Dick said hesitantly.

“You don’t have to keep feeling guilty about my death and pretending to care if I’m happy or not, you know.” Jason had to force the words out and he refused to look at Dick, keeping his eyes on the skyline.

“Is that why you think I’m doing this?” Dick’s shoulders dropped. “Jay, I’m never going to stop feeling guilty about your death, I should have been there for you and I wasn’t because of my stupid pride. And I do care about you. I’m not pretending, you’re my little brother. I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy after everything.”

Jason had never been more glad for his helmet as he blinked back tears and swallowed thickly. He had no idea how to respond to what Dick had said. But Dick seemed to realise that because he changed the topic again.

“Thank you, though, for getting Y/N out of there when Luthor walked in. You should have seen Bruce’s face, I thought he was just going to tackle Luthor there and then.”

“He would have deserved it.” Jason said.

“He would, but there’s only so much Bruce can pass off as a drunken mistake.” Dick smiled when Jason snorted, before raising his hand to his ear and switched on his comm. “Nightwing… I can be there in 20 minutes, which one exactly… Alright, on my way.” He tapped his comm again and turned to Jason. “Someone’s attempting a bank heist downtown, fancy lending a hand.”

“God, yes.” He followed Dick, glad for the distraction.

Part 7

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Mʏ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ Sᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴ - Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1 Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ 1

A collection of random lines compiled from the first episode of My Adventures with Superman Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved.

❝ Pew-pew! ❞

❝ You nervous? ❞

❝ I can do this. ❞

❝ It gets better. ❞

❝ Ha! I am pumped. ❞

❝ Time for Plan B. ❞

❝ Goodbye forever. ❞

❝ This is precious. ❞

❝ Don't touch that. ❞

❝ We have no buyer. ❞

❝ We're stuck here. ❞

❝ It's not gorillas. ❞

❝ How am I doing this? ❞

❝ Oh, that's not good. ❞

❝ What are we going to do? ❞

❝ I've already got a lead. ❞

❝ Hi, there. After... you. ❞

❝ Do what I tell you to do. ❞

❝ Hey, you gotta slow down! ❞

❝ No. ___, you're an intern. ❞

❝ Do not crush his/her hand. ❞

❝ These are the new interns. ❞

❝ She/He's gotta be an alien. ❞

❝ I can't believe we're late. ❞

❝ Okay. I think we lost them. ❞

❝ Come on, ___. We're a team. ❞

❝ We're not a team. ❞

❝ What took you so long, ____? ❞

❝ Oh! I can't believe him/her. ❞

❝ Well, I didn't plan for this. ❞

❝ I know what I'm talking about. ❞

❝ You didn't give us the chance. ❞

❝ ___, this is your last chance. ❞

❝ The crew was getting restless. ❞

❝ People need to know about this. ❞

❝ There's a big pothole up there. ❞

❝ No, don't do that to your boss. ❞

❝ See you in there, big guy/girl. ❞

❝ Wait, were they garbage trucks? ❞

❝ Uh, they came from an army base. ❞

❝ It could be the sewer dinosaurs. ❞

❝ We've hit a snag in the operation. ❞

❝ What we need to do is keep moving. ❞

❝ New interns, out. Old intern, stay. ❞

❝ You didn't give us the chance. ❞

❝ Really? He/she seemed pretty upset. ❞

❝ Nah, that's just his/her face. ❞

❝ Our fence wasn't at the drop point. ❞

❝ Fine. I don't need your help anyway. ❞

❝ And then he says I'm the selfish one. ❞

❝ We call ourselves the Newskid Legion. ❞

❝ Why do you think that keeps happening? ❞

❝ Look around. There has to be something. ❞

❝ They're moving the robots to the docks. ❞

❝ And I saw a weird pigeon. It was gross. ❞

❝ Which one of you messed with the robot? ❞

❝ Do what I say and we can still get paid. ❞

❝ Like the fact that aliens walk among us. ❞

❝ Uh, sorry. I'll fix the front door later! ❞

❝ Ready for me to bust the story wide open? ❞

❝ There's only so many places to hide them. ❞

❝ Then what are we waiting around here for? ❞

❝ We don't even know what half this stuff is. ❞

❝ I got him/her fired from his/her dream job. ❞

❝ I can't believe our alarm clock exploded again. ❞

❝ This isn't about the city, ___ , it's about you. ❞

❝ Uh, wait. ___, this is starting to feel dangerous. ❞

❝ You're, like, twice my size. You can definitely... ❞

❝ We don't have to go through the window, or whisper. ❞

❝ Okay, I had to save the cat. I had to save the cat. ❞

❝ PM could be initials, like...Paranormal Meta-sapiens! ❞

❝ Just take a risk. What's the worst that could happen? ❞

❝ The only reason I called you in today was to meet them. ❞

❝ I'll tell our boss all of this the instant we meet him. ❞

❝ So, I'm, uh, just gonna leave before this gets any worse. ❞

❝ You do not report the news. You do not leave this building. ❞

❝ Uh... Well, it's... Today's my first day of work and I'm... ❞

❝ And with my keen eye for observation, huh, I'll get the proof. ❞

❝ This is it. This is the story that'll make you a real reporter. ❞

❝ I'm a normal man/woman/person having a normal day, starting now. ❞

❝ We're meeting my important and very serious journalistic source. ❞

❝ What is wrong with your dumb, beautiful, coward of a best friend?  ❞

❝ Wait, did you say "beautiful"? ❞

❝ It's bad business to hand out freebies. I need something in return. ❞

❝ I mean, yes, I lied.But he/she wouldn't have helped me unless I had. ❞

❝ Aliens, Loch Ness, Bigfoot...that one psychic starfish from Germany. ❞

❝ Your job is to teach the interns how to scan things and make coffee. ❞

❝ For the good of me, you need to stop coming in with these wild ideas. ❞

❝ I trusted you, and you used me and ___ just so you could get your story. ❞

❝ It's the term for the super-intelligent gorillas France has been hiding. ❞

❝ Ooh, and I have the three dozen donutsy ou wanted to eat all ready to go. ❞

❝ We're just two dummies who listened to you because we didn't know any better. ❞

❝ I mean, technically, yes, but you wouldn't have helped me if I told the truth. ❞

❝ Oh, have you considered that these robots might have come from beyond the stars? ❞

❝ I was being selfish, and you just left us. But you came back, and...And I'm sorry. ❞

❝ Why don't we panic real loud in front of the thieves and killers we hired for this job? ❞

❝ Ugh. I know. He/She did lie, but would I have helped him/her if he/she told me the truth? ❞

❝ He/She kept me behind because he/she wants you to help me follow up on my stolen robot story. ❞

❝ Hmm. If I had to transport stolen goods through the city...I'd find a way to do it in plain sight. ❞

❝ And because they see everything during their routes, they always know what's happening in the city. ❞

❝ ____ , we can't just sit in a warehouse full of freaky stolen science weapons till the cops show up. ❞

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Blood Is On My Hands | Chapter 2 | Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Word Count: 1248

Author's Note: I know that this chapter felt rushed, I’m sorry. The last chapter will be longer than this and I know that it has been a long time since I last made a fanfiction or in this case, make another chapter. I lost motivation and I’m still dealing with college. Now my motivation is back.

TW: Mentions of r4p3/non-con. If you're uncomfortable of that topic, don't read this

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

Steven sat right next to me on the couch, naked, heavily breathing from all of that thrusting he did to me. I was laying on my stomach, still naked, tears running down my face and heavily breathing from all of the pain I endured. My arms and upper part of my body is covered in bruises. Everytime I would tell him no or stop, he would hit me and I said no and stopped a lot. The TV was still playing in the background. “That really felt good.” He said as he put his ripped jeans back on. I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him. He looked at me and smiled at me. “Maybe if you would have let me have my way with you, you would have enjoyed it. It wouldn’t have hurt as much.” He told me. I bury my head back on the couch, crying again. Why would he do this to me? Why? Why would the person I love the most do this to me? I don’t understand. I slowly got off the couch. I grabbed my clothes that were on the floor and I walked to the bathroom. I was struggling to put my clothes on. I walked out of Steven’s house and immediately walked back to my home.

4:00 PM, At the grocery store, Izzy’s P.O.V

I was buying some food for dinner and some snacks. As I was walking to the frozen food section, I saw (Y/N) and Eva talking. (Y/N) looked scared and Eva looked like she did not want to be here. Why are they here? I was listening to their conversation from afar, slowly walking up to them. “Why did you want me to go grocery shopping with you?” Eva asked as she crossed her arms. (Y/N) kept on tapping her foot and her hands were behind her back. “I… no reason okay, Eva?” She chuckled a little. Eva was confused. “Whatever.” Eva said.

“You have been acting weird lately. Is everything–”

“Everything is fine, Eva.” She shouted nervously. She chuckled again. People were staring at her. Everything's not fine with her. We can all tell. “Hi (Y/N).” I placed my hand on her shoulder. When I touched her, she flinched. I forgot to not touch her. Recently, whenever someone touches her, she flinches. She turned around quickly and saw it was me. “Oh, i-it's just you, Izzy. Sorry.” She apologized. “(Y/N), what's been going on with you?” I was worried about her. Why is the love of my life acting like this? “It’s nothing really, Izzy.” She lied to me as she smiled at me. “(Y/N)..” I raised my voice a little at her. I looked at her and she looked so empty, so soulless, so paranoid. My love was a giant mess. “I guess I should tell you what has been happening with me. In private, of course.” She said softly. She held my hand and led the way. We’re holding hands… so romantic…

Me and (Y/N) walked out of the store and stood outside the entrance, to the corner. Her hands were in her pocket and I put my skateboard near me, on my foot, making sure no one steals it.

“A couple of weeks ago, Steve and I were at his house, just watching TV. I confessed my feelings to him.” She explained to me. I rolled my eyes in disgust but I’m not surprised at this point. We ended up making out for a b-bit…” Her voice started to crack as her head turned to the side. Oh, this isn’t good. She put her hand on her other arm. "And then h-he… he…" She was sniffling. “Damn bug!” She moved her sleeve up because a bug was crawling up on her arm. She slapped her arm to get the bug off of her arm. What I saw on her arm was shocking. There were bruises on her arms. Oh my god. They looked so dark. She looked at me, she looked so scared. Tears were about to come out of her eyes. She immediately pulled her sleeve back down. Before I could even say anything, she ran back inside the store. Steven… Steven did this to her. How could he? Steven, you are in grave danger.

At Steven’s house, 10:00 PM

I knocked on Steven’s door, tapping my foot because I’m impatient. Ugh, Steven. You don’t deserve to live anymore, you hurt (Y/N), my love, and I’m going to hurt you. Steve finally opened the door. He was shirtless, of course. “Hi S-Steven.” I said nervously. I put my hand behind my head. Come on Izzy, you’re at your “friend’s” house at 10 at night. Think of a stupid lie. “I just wanted to stay here for a bit. I need someone to talk to, I guess.” I said. Steven smiled at me said, “Sure.”

I sat on the couch next to him, drinking red wine while Steven watches TV. This TV show looks so boring. I looked at him and said, “So what have you been up to?” I grabbed the wine bottle and there’s no more wine left. I went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. “I had sex with (Y/N),” Steven told me. I almost dropped the wine bottle when I heard what he told me. “W-What did you just say? I couldnt hear you.” I said as I poured some wine in my wine glass. “I said I had sex with (Y/N). It felt good.” Steven sounded confident when he said that. It's so gross hearing that Steven, the guy I hate, had sex with that person he knows I’m in love with. He knows what he’s doing. I can see him from the kitchen and he has a smile on his face. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it's working. I just want to grab the wine bottle and smash him over the head so bad but I’m not. Remain calm, Izzy and act normal. “T-That’s great to hear. I don’t know why you t-told m-me”-- I grabbed a misen chef kitchen knife.

“You know what? The sex would have been better if she would have been cooperative.” He said jokily, he chuckled.

I was silent when he said that. He admits it. He admitted that he… hurted (Y/N). My fists were clenched, my teeth were grinding. Steven, why would you do this to her? Why would you hurt the person you love? She was in love with you, she trusted you and you decided to hurt

I love (Y/N) and I will never hurt her. You are a monster, Steven.

I walked over to the couch, I was behind Steven with a knife in my right hand while I was breathing heavily through my nose. “But it is what it is.” He chuckled. He felt no remorse for his actions or sympathy for what he did to (Y/N). b“You fucking bitch!” I yelled at him. I delivered a sharp stab to Steven's right temple after grabbing him by his hair, followed by another stab to his neck, causing him to die instantly. “He won’t hurt you anymore, (Y/N).” I said to myself. Blood was all over my hands and his couch. I have to clean up the mess or I’ll get caught.

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 2

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"Rough night?" Mrs. McKenzie asks me with her Scottish accent.

"What?"

"You don't seem to have had a good night of sleep. Was it your date?"

"No, no. That was fine"

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing, just... Do you know this guy called Benjamin Chilwell?"

"Oh, now I understand... You met young Ben, didn't ya?" she winks.

"I might have."

"He's a handsome lad, isn't he?"

"He is ok" I shrug.

"Ok? Just ok? If there were men like him back home, trust me, you wouldn't find me here folding Mr. Kloss' underwear. I would be in my own house, with my handsome husband, and surrounded by 5 kids, another one on their way."

"What?" I laugh.

"What you just heard. If I had crossed paths with a man like that, I would have made him just mine, marrying him and not allowing him to leave my bed."

"Mrs. McKenzie!" I say, laughing again but also blushing, the image of Ben in my bed already forming in my head. Again. Because that's why I didn't have a good night. Because every time I closed my eyes, I only saw him. Him and his stupid smile, and that stupid fluffy hair, and those stupid blue eyes.

"I'm human, what can I say" she shrugs. "But tell me, what happened?"

"Nothing. He has stupid friends, at first it looked like he wasn't as stupid as them, but turns out he is."

"Was there one called Jack?"

"Yes. That was the one who tried to flirt with me."

"Poor lad. I think he fell when he was a baby, hit his head, and lost the few proper braincells he had."

"Mrs. McKenzie!"

"I'm not the only one who thinks it. Even young Ben does. But for some odd reason, he is his dearest friend."

"Because he is as stupid as that Jack, that's why" I say, smoothing a t-shirt with more intensity than usual.

"What did he do to make you dislike him so much already?"

"He believes himself to be this Adonis, this man no one can resist to, and thinks that I will be at his feet, begging for his attention."

"I wouldn't mind being at his feet."

"Oh my God, Mrs. McKenzie!"

"Yes, that's my name. If you keep saying it so much, you'll wear it out."

"I'm sorry, but I just didn't expect you to be this... Horny" I say, whispering that last word.

"Oh, there are many things you still don't know about me, lass. But let me tell you something" she says, picking the basket full of clothes we just finished folding. "There is a lot more to Ben than just a pretty face."

"What does that mean?"

"Get to know him, and you'll find out."

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"Can we have chocolate for lunch?"

"Mrs. McKenzie has been cooking the whole day, we can't do that to her."

"After lunch?" Levi asks.

"Only if you eat everything."

"I will, you'll see!"

"Hello, miss. Mr. Levi" Louis says, opening our building's door. "How was school today?"

"Today we learned a new song, and... Ben!" Levi screams, running through the lobby.

"Hello, little man" Ben says, picking him up. "Neighbour" he says when he sees me.

"Chilwell."

"That's not his name" Levi says, confused. "His name is Ben."

"I know. But Chilwell sounds funnier."

"Oh, do you know what is funny, Ben? I learnt to speak like the whales!"

"You did?" he asks as we walk into the lift.

"She taught me" Levi says, pointing at me.

"Has she also taught you the floor you live in?" Ben asks.

"I already knew it. Three! And yours is five. Can I push the button?"

"Of course you can” he says, putting him down.

“Three and five. See?” Levi says with a big smile.

"Well done, little man!" Ben tells him, lifting his hand to high five him and making me smile like an idiot. Why am I smiling like this? He is the idiot. A hot idiot being super cute with Levi, but an idiot still.

"Are you a “Finding Nemo” fan?" he asks me as the lift starts moving.

"What?"

"Speaking like the whales. That's from the movie, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes. I'm more into the classics, but that scene was funny."

"Levi, have you watched “Finding Nemo”?"

"No. Why?"

"Do you want to come watch it at my house? We can even make popcorn. If that's ok with your nanny, of course" Ben says, looking at me with a big smile.

"Oh, say yes, please!" Levi says while doing little jumps of excitement.

"We'll have to ask your mum first."

"She'll say yes, you'll see. She likes Ben a lot."

"Does she?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"She does. But I'm not into milfs" Ben whispers in my ear just as the lift's doors open, the feel of his breath on my skin sending goosebumps all over my body.

"Let's go, Levi" I quickly say, grabbing his hand. I need to be away from Ben. Now. If I stay next to him any longer, I don't know what I would do. Punch him, throw myself at him, or both.

"Mrs. McKenzie has my number. Text me if you are coming" he says with a wink while the lift's doors close again.

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