#I could’ve. I could’ve done that on my own. You asked me to. And it’d be so much faster. It’s a website. It has a clear layout. I can read

[alatariel-galadriel]

I genuinely prefer meetings over emails because you can get things established so much faster but. Every meeting my manager schedules with me could be a two sentence email

[bbyg4rl]

୨୧ ─ when your car breaks down . . .

cw: REQUESTED / mechanic!jj x reader, angst -> fluff, protective!jj, yelling at reader, eventual fluff.

The second your car sputters to a dead stop, you know you’re screwed. Middle of nowhere. One bar of signal. And the last time JJ asked when you got an oil change, you said, “I dunno, like…last year?”

You call him anyway but he doesn’t answer. You call him again, he answers two rings later, sounds like he just sprinted across the shop. “Where are you?”

When you tell him, his voice drops. “Baby, that’s fourty minutes past town. Why the hell were you out there alone?” and then, before you can answer— “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you say quickly. “Just stuck.”

There’s a pause. Then a muttered “fuck”, and he hangs up.

Twenty minutes later, JJ’s truck skids up behind yours. He doesn’t park properly—just throws it in neutral, door already swinging open. He storms up, t-shirt stained, jaw tight. “You haven’t gotten this thing checked since last year? Are you out of your mind?”

“I didn’t think it’d just stop—”

“Because you don’t fucking check!” he barks, walking around to pop the hood. “You think the engine just takes care of itself?”

You shrink back a little, arms crossed, watching him toss the hood up. His fingers are fast, rough, digging around, muttering, swearing under his breath.

And then he finds it—something that makes his whole expression darken. He throws a sharp look over his shoulder.

“Oil’s basically sludge,” he mutters. “Jesus, baby.”

You stay quiet. He pulls out something cracked. Glares again. Doesn’t even say it out loud this time. Just holds it up like, do you see this shit?

Every second, you feel smaller. He’s still talking but it’s short, clipped, angry. “You stall out on a freeway like this, you’re done. You know that? You could’ve been hit. Could’ve gotten stuck. Could’ve—fuck.”

You stand still. He doesn’t even look at you now. Just throws the broken parts in the back of his truck and mutters something else you can’t hear.

That’s what finally chokes you up. You step away quietly, to the back of your car, behind the trunk. Blink hard. Then harder. But your lip wobbles anyway. And the second you sniff, JJ’s head snaps up. You hear his footsteps first. Then his voice, soft and sudden and scared, “Hey—hey. Babe.”

You don’t answer. You just press your palm to your face, trying to hide. He’s there in a second. Arms around your waist, tugging you in, grease and sweat and panic all still clinging to him. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You nod a little into his chest, still sniffling. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I was scared. You were out here all alone. If anything happened to you—fuck.”

“I didn’t know it was that bad,” you whisper.

“I know. I should’ve checked it for you myself. I’m the mechanic, right?” He breathes you in, voice quieter now. “Let me take care of it from now on. No more forgetting. I’ll just do it. Every month. No reminders.”

You sniffle softly into his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

JJ freezes. Then, pulls back just enough to see your face. His hands cup your jaw, “No, baby.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you dare say sorry. This isn’t on you. I was the one being an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.”

You sniff. “But I should’ve listened.”

“And I should’ve reminded you. I should’ve done it myself. I should’ve taken care of it before it ever got this bad.” He kisses your forehead, your cheek, every soft part of you he can reach. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

You nod. He holds you tighter, like he’s trying to keep your heartbeat steady with his own.

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ᢉ𐭩-MARK BEING A (CUTE) BOTHER

Pairing: mark grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: mark being a little shit while you’re trying to actually get productive work done.

Warning: probably a tad bit cheesy but who cares

A/N: omg I’m finally writing a story where mark isn’t fucking/getting his brains fucked out say wahhhhhhh. Anyway, just a lil domestic/fluffy lil story while I work on some bigger ones. Nobody can convince me that mark wouldn’t be cute annoying, NOBODYYYY 😞…(I loaf him sm…)

“Shew shew-“ you grumble as Mark keeps smashing his face against yours while you’re busy working. Your fingers clack away at the keyboard trying to get done as quickly as possible he just bothers you.

“How does this have anything to do with all your telekinesis crap or something,” Mark asked in an annoyed tone continuing to bother you—he wanted to have fun with you while he was free but for once you were the one busy. He was kind of getting a taste of his own medicine.

“Because it just does, now go before I kick your ass.” Powers or not, you still had to do paperwork like anybody else suffering on earth. You said before pushing his face away. That had him intrigued now. How did you even plan to kick his ass, he knew you were just talking shit but now he wanted to see it. So, he kept bothering you.

Whether it was poking at your face, leaping in front of your computer, or making annoying noises in your ear. He saw your eyebrow twitching more and more as you were losing patience. He wanted you to try and fight em. So he kept going.

You finally sprung up—you had had enough of his shit.

“One last chance, go away, Mark” you said squinting your eyes at him trying to seem as serious as you could.

“Not a chance, babe.” He said with a smug grin on his face holding out his arms. He was basically mocking you—wanting you to “do your worst”

You had leaped onto him like a damn cat knocking both of you on the floor as the tussle began. Now, the hard part began—you actually had to kick his ass…

A smirk flew across his face. He knew you had given in—as you began to roll around on the ground with him and tussle now. You two were like a log going back and forth. One second—you were on top of him. The next second—he was on top of you.

“Cmon babe…you’re really gonna kick my ass?” Mark said with a soft smile trying to get you to fold just from his face. You were on top of him in the moment holding him by his shirt collar as you had paused for a second. You honestly wanted to lean in and give him a little smooch but you had to keep your word and kick his little smug ass. Sadly, that wasn’t working out that well (never was going to) so you had to resort to empty threats.

“Mark! I will literally never ever ever kiss you again if you don’t give up like right now!” You threaten as he doesn’t believe it for a single second. He picked you up tossing you on the bed before leaping right back on top of you. He held you tight this time trying to make sure you didn’t move or win as you squirmed like a fish out of water

He was pecking kisses at your face every few seconds. He wasn’t letting up one bit. You loved how sappy he was, like a little puppy. You honestly almost lost for a second, stopping to stare at him. His brown eyes were like a trap for your heart. However, you had stopped for him wayyy too many times before—if you didn’t finish this paperwork now, it wouldn’t only be overdo (once again) but it’d just pile up again. You had to be a person of your word and kick his ass. He was probably gonna let you win anyway.

“MARK!” “Nuh-uh,” you two were back and forth about who was in charge. You sighed using your powers to your advantage just as he was, you were forcing his body to stay on the bed while you finished working. Mark knew he could’ve fought back or pulled through, but he let you have this little win.

“Lemme up-“ mark asked trying his best to annoy you so you’d give in

“No” you weren’t buying his shit for a second not letting up one bit

“Lemme up-“ mark continued the cycle the entire time you worked…he was trying his hardest to be insufferable

You two were just back and forth the entire time you finished your paperwork. Eventually, you were finished freeing him from the hold your powers had on him at the moment. You stood in front of him with crossed arms. “Kicked your ass and finished my paperwork.”

He just rolled his eyes before leaping on you again as the cycle of endless tussling began right back up again. He had let you win the first time since he didn’t even attempt to fight back against your powers. But this time…he’d redeem himself and win. You let him do exactly that—melting into his kisses like butter. He held you tight against his chest as if he never wanted to let go. You’d be a little asshole just like he was earlier.

“Lemme go,” you asked sarcastically

“Nope,” Mark said with absolute seriousness in his voice

“Lemme-“

“Nope”

The back and forth began once again.

Silence filled the room are you two were absolutely content with each other. You were in his hold and he had you held near and dear. It then hit you in the face that Mark mentioned something about the correlation of powers and paperwork. How he said “the two had nothing to do with each other so why’d you have to do paperwork for it 🤓”

“Mark…” you said softly waiting for his response

“Yes babe?” He was all ears for what you had to say to him.

“Have you been doing the paperwork that Cecil has been giving us—or should I say you?”

Silence filled the air…he wasn’t doing any paper work what so ever…

“Get your ass up and do that paperwork…” you said gently but your face was honestly so stern it had him tense up for a second

“Yes ma’am” he said as he placed a kiss on your head before moving over to the desk to begin his paperwork. He had a shitload to get started on and you’d make sure he finished every little bit before you two had fun again.

He was stubborn and so were you—a match made in (hell) heaven.

a/n: (ik for a fact he would duck and dodge every bit of paperwork he’d have to do…😭)

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In Disguise | Yandere Illumi Zoldyck

Thinking about Illumi Zoldyck totally annoyed and somehow roped into helping his brother on some silly quest. He hates how the stakes are so high that he has to be involved while putting the heir of the Zoldyck name and former masterpiece+. Being officially hired on top of this this whole mission is an annoyance. Even more so that he has to work so closely with the two idiots who seem to cling to him the most.

“Oi Oi Illumi you and I can do the disguise part. That’ll be fun right?”

“What genius idea have you for disguises, (Y/n)?”

“Glad you asked my friendly magician I shall tell you.”

While he was used to the antics of Hisoka, you were new. Apparently a rogue power that Kil and the other one had befriended on their random adventures. It bothered Illumi deep down that he had no record of this new character. They weren’t especially strong and their personality wasn’t incredibly charming but they were always smiling; kind of like that other one. Perhaps Kil had discovered his type. Such a thing seemed a reasonable enough answer as he listened to you rattle on about something entirely unrelated to the mission to come. He’d never admit but he was grateful Hisoka brought you back on topic.

“Now what were we talking about?”

“The plan. Your disguise?”

“Oh right! Illumi I think you’ll make the perfect girlfriend!” 

He wished he could kill them, he really wishes he could. But he holds his tongue listening to this crackpot idea he could’ve easily done my massacring security and eliminating all who got in his way. But as you had told him when he suggested it, “this mission is delicate” and you all “must have tact.” The client was very explicit when they spoke about not killing you, and occassionally he thinks it’d be easier to kill the client instead. But he makes a calculative decision to endure, after all where else has he seen Kil smile like that.

“Okay remember the plan, your my fiance Annette Vandecloss and Monsieur Perush.”

“Parish.”

“What?!”

“The identities we are Annette Vandecloss and Monsieur Parish.”

“Oh right, haha I’ll remember that!”

This was going to go terribly.

Despite his concerns and the acting he deems completely cartoonish somehow…it works. Dressed androgynously and being incredibly outspoken, you’ve become the life of the party. The other elite and idiot guests swarming around you like flies on a corpse. He chalks this distaste to the inconvenience of attention, usually being something he avoids for a successful mission. 

“Oh Annette darling please don’t frown,” you grab on his chin and rub at the corner of his lip. All to sell the act. “My love please fix your face, you look horrified.”

This was absurd. More eyes were on the both of you and if he didn’t act soon this mission would be in jeopardy. He hoped Hisoka wasn’t watching the footage like he said he would.

“I’m so sorry I just realized I need the bathroom, where is it?" As if he didn’t already know.

“Oh uh down the corridor to the left.”

“Thank you. Come with me dear?” I’m not asking.

“Ohhh uh you know women hee hee I’m sure I’ll be back in a moments time!”

Neither of you speak on the slip up+ performance so far instead detouring to one of the private bedrooms where their target is. There Kil and the green one are waiting, still deciphering the code to get it. 

“Killua seriously please hurry it up we have to get back!”

“I know I know just hold on.”

The door creaks and Illumi is fully prepared to send a needle into the intruder's skull. Only for him to hear a muttered curse from you, followed by “This better be worth it.” Faster than he bothered to react to your hands were around his waist pulling tightly at the satin fabric. Held against your own body you position him against wall near the door. Previously he’d accommodated your height but that had worn off by now, but the difference was clear. Using all your brain power you make use of the foot rest nearby return to cage Illumi against the wall. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what this was. Still his eyes widened when he felt your hands tangle in his hair and your hot and desperate mouth practically consuming his painted lips.

The door clicks open with the unsuspecting host, who jumps at the sight; not opening the door any further as they watch the new couple passionately makeout. Pretending to open your closed eyes to look lovingly at ‘Annette’, you ‘realize’ you have an audience.

“Oh my apologies. Annette really needed some…affection and I didn’t think the bathroom was the right place to do this kind of thing.”

The host stutters out a “no problem” with a furious blush and a walk that meant the whole party would know before the night ended. Thankfully that distraction left you all undisturbed and for Kil to freely finish the job and escape without detection. 

“Come on Annette we can’t dip from the party without reentering. Too suspicious.”

He doesn’t respond, perfectly maintaining the role of the trophy fiance as he purposely makes a show of fixing the smudged lipstick on his lips. The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, you maintain the charisma of the identity and Illumi doesn’t break character again why did he do that in the first place.

After exiting the party, you both quickly made your way to the rendezvous point. You rejoicing with Kil and the others about the successful mission. Hisoka, of course pridefully smirks as he watches Illumi make quick work of his disguise.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this look quite suited you.”

“Silence or I’ll rip out your tongue.”

He ignores the continuous innuendos Hisoka makes as they both collect their payment. After being threatened by a concerning character to leave Kil and the other thing alone, both he and Hisoka depart but not before speaking with you one last time.

“Seeya girlfriend!”

How annoyingly chipper you are still with the smudged lipstick on your lips. It’s sickening how your smile and wave replay in his mind as he takes the blimp home. Disgusting how in the ale he orders he still sees your face. Vomit inducing when he replays your voice on the recording he was using to report Kil’s behavior. 

“You seem distracted, anything in particular?”

“I’ve come to despise all the company my little brother keeps.”

“All of it or is it just one person in particular?”

“Silence.” 

On second though, maybe the smiling ones were his type too.

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[alisonsfics]

bad for my health pt. 2

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x walker!reader

summary: you haven’t seen bucky since your hookup at your dad’s barbecue. when your dad tells you that the team had a really rough mission, you decide to pay bucky a visit to distract him.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m recieving), shower sex, walker talks to bucky through the door in the middle, dirty talk, age gap, pinch of degradation, minors DNI

part 1 can be read here

a/n: i had a couple ideas for a part two but a big thanks to @sc0rpioprincess for encouraging it

You didn’t know what you were thinking— in fact, you probably weren’t and that was the problem.

But, when your dad mentioned a really rough mission for the team, your feet had a mind of their own. And all of a sudden, you were walking towards the Watchtower.

Your dad sounded really defeated on the phone. All your brain could focus on the thought of Bucky looking just as defeated. He deserved someone to cheer him up.

You quickly tracked your dad’s location, and it showed that they were just outside the city and moving quickly. You assumed they were on the jet.

You carefully snuck up to the tower and found your way to Bucky’s room.

You changed into the lingerie set that you had brought with you and then pulled your sweatshirt and sweatpants on over top.

You laid down on Bucky’s bed— waiting for him to return. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours. You rethought your decision several times and almost psyched yourself out and left.

Then the knob of his door slowly clicked and turned open. Bucky looked sullen— staring down at his boots.

“You doing alright?” You asked, catching his attention. His eyes snapped up to see you lying on his bed. He swore under his breath, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it.

“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here? Your dad could’ve seen you. How did you even get in here?” He asked, walking over to bed.

He didn’t sit down yet. He knew once he got within arm’s reach of you, there’d be no stopping him.

“You don’t think the military-obsessed John Walker taught his daughter a few tricks?” You asked, smirking up at him. That smirk was enough to drive Bucky mad.

“We can’t do this— not here.” He said, gesturing around him. His mind was racing with all the ways this could go wrong.

You stood up and closed the distance between the two of you. His chest was pressed flush against yours. You could feel his chest rise with every breath he took.

“Just tell me what you want, Bucky. I like you, and you like me. So what do you want to do? Would you rather get a hotel room? Then let’s get a hotel room.” You told him.

He thought about it. A hotel room would solve the fear he had of Walker bursting through his bedroom door while he was balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck, you know I can’t wait that long.” He said, pouncing on you. His hands found the back of your thighs, like he’d done it one hundred times. He lifted you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You kissed him back and poured everything you had into it. It’d been two weeks since your hookup, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.

His lips hungrily moved against yours, and you didn’t have to wonder if he’d been thinking about you as much as you’d been thinking about him.

He slowly walked towards your bed, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you. The weight of his body on yours was enough to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You mumbled against his lips. He practically growled into the kiss— bucking his hips up against your clothed core. Your panties were wet just from the anticipation.

He pulled out of the kiss. “You been thinking about when I fucked you with your dad in the next room? And now, you’re here again when you know somebody could catch us? Gonna drive me crazy, my dirty fucking girl,” he said, moving to straddle your lap.

He tore off his leather jacket, exposing the cool metal of his arm. Your stomach lurched as you remembered how he’d pinned you down with that arm.

He looked down at you— noticing how dark your eyes had gone. Your puffy lips that were begging him to kiss them.

“Can’t believe I’ve got you so needy for this cock. I can see you bad you need it— how much you crave it.” He said before diving back in to kiss you.

You hooked your legs around one of his thighs, softly grinding against his jeans. He knew exactly what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He loved it— hearing you whine against the kiss and get off on his thigh.

His hands slipped up under your sweatshirt, exploring your stomach. His fingers came in contact with something that felt like lace. He paused, grabbing your hips to stop you.

You froze, worried you’d done something wrong. “What’re you wearing under this, sweetheart?” He asked. His mind ran wild with possibilities.

“Why don’t you find out?” You teased him. He grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and pulled it over your head.

You watched as a shudder rolled through his body. “What is this?” He groaned under his breath.

Your bra was lacy and maroon. Bucky rolled his hips against yours, not even realizing he was doing it. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He growled, reaching out to cup your breasts.

You grabbed his hands, stopping him. “It’s a matching set.” You practically whispered. His eyes turned dark with lust. He ripped your sweatpants down your legs.

He laid eyes on the panties of a matching color, but made of mesh— leaving everything on display for him, including your growing wet patch.

“I wanted to cheer you up.” You said, with a fake innocent smile. He saw right through the charade. It took all of his self control to not fuck you until you were begging him to stop.

“Oh, this has cheered me up pretty well, sweetheart. To thank you for this beautiful present, I’ll let you pick what we do.” He encouraged you, still mesmerizing by the way the maroon fabric looked against your skin.

“I wanna suck your cock.” You said, simply. Bucky swore under his breath, jutting his hips against yours. The words were so dirty but paired with such an innocent smile.

“Didn’t let me finish last time. I want you to cum in my mouth— wanna taste you.” You told him.

It only took Bucky a couple seconds to kick off his boots and then tear off his pants and boxers.

He scooted to the end of the bed, where you had sunk down to your knees. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he said, admiring the sinful look in your eyes.

The cocky smirk on his face vanished as soon as he felt your tongue. He swore and balled the sheets up in his fists. Your tongue traced every curve of his length, teasingly.

Bucky was so responsive under your touch that it only encouraged you. Soft groans as he bit down on his lip. Tightening his grip on the sheets. Jutting his hips further towards you.

Finally, you wrapped your lips around him— letting his cock sink into your mouth. He called out your name, one hand jumping to grab at your hair.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Takin’ me so well,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You took him deeper— determined to make him fit. Your eyes watered as his cock brushed against the back of your throat.

Your effort didn’t go unnoticed. “Look at you, sweetheart. So desperate for my cock. Just can’t get enough, can you?” He teased.

You moaned against him, causing him to swear under his breath.

Then, a knock at the door.

“Hey, Bucky. You doing alright after the mission?” A familiar voice came from the other side of the door— not just any voice, your dad’s voice.

You saw Bucky’s eyes go wide, holding your head still. He tried to clear his throat and catch his breath. “I’m fine, Walker.” He called back, trying to get him to leave as quickly as possible.

Bucky’s stomach lurched when he noticed a devious smirk on your face. You grabbed his balls with your free hand, massaging them lightly. He shook his head at you with a stern expression.

A muffled moan slipped through his lips. “You sure you’re alright? We’re all gonna order some pizza, if you want to join.” Walker continued talking.

You continued sucking off Bucky, loving the way his eyes rolled back. His chest rapidly rose and fell. “No, I’m good.” He responded. C’mon, Walker, get the memo. Bucky prayed he would just leave.

You had a new determination, using every trick you knew. You sped up your pace. Bucky brought his fist up to his mouth, biting into the skin to hold back from moaning.

He was worried that Walker would be able to hear the wet sounds as your mouth expertly moved up and down his length. Bucky started to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close.

He tightened his grip in your hair, determined to not cum while your dad was on the other side of the door.

“I’m here if you need to talk about it.” Walker started to say. He continued talking, but neither of you could focus on a word he was saying.

Bucky pushed his hips into you, then his legs started to shake. “Oh, shit,” he swore under his breath as his cock shot ropes of cum down your throat.

He collapsed back against the bed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could. You swallowed against his length, earning a muffled groan from Bucky. “I know it was a rough mission, but we’re here for you, Bucky.” Walker said.

“Yeah…uhhhh…thanks. I’m just gonna try to…get some rest. Talk to you guys tomorrow.” Bucky responded, still breathless.

With that, Walker finally left.

Bucky sat up and looked at how you were innocently sitting on the floor in front of him. He caught a glimpse of how soaked your panties were.

“Such a dirty girl, making me cum while your dad is ten feet away. I see how wet it made you.” He said, pulling you up to press a kiss to your lips.

He swept you up off your feet, carrying you towards the connected bathroom. “Gonna make sure nobody interrupts us this time though,” he said, starting the shower.

As the water heated up, he took his time slowly peeling your bra and panties off your body. “Can’t believe you’re all mine,” he mumbled, plunging two fingers up into your folds, taking you by surprise.

You couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that fell from your lips as you moaned Bucky’s name.

He retracted his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You whined at the loss of contact, pushing your hips forward against nothing.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum so hard you see stars,” he said, tugging you into the shower with him.

The warm water coated your body, but did nothing to quell the hunger in your belly. Bucky pinned you against the wall of the shower. He wasn’t wasting any time.

He hiked your leg up around his waist as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He hissed as he pushed further into you. “Forgot how tight you were,” he mumbled, kissing behind your ear.

He softly sucked at the skin, starting to work on a hickey. Then, he jutted his hips forward, bottoming out.

Your head fell back against the cold tile, whimpering under Bucky’s touch. His free hand found your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look coming apart for me.” He said, praising you. His favorite part about fucking you was watching the way your face contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, Bucky, please,” you begged him.

Your words went straight to his core. He grasped at your hips, starting to thrust into you at an animalistic pace. The super soldier part of the man had taken over.

All you had to do was squeeze his cock and he was clay ready for you to mold. He snapped his hips into yours over and over relentlessly. He chased that feeling— the tightening in his stomach that told him he was close.

As his thrusts sped up, his cock repeatedly brushed against your clit. You called out his name, grasping at his hair. You laced his wavy hair through your fingers, squeezing it as he rammed into you.

“I know you’re close, honey. Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me what a dirty girl you can be.” He groaned in your ear.

Your chest felt heavy as you gasped for air. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, slamming into your tight cunt. The new angle let him fuck you up into the wall.

“I’m gonna…oh, fuck, Bucky, baby.” You moaned as your orgasm hit you. He hit his peak, shooting his seed deep inside you. You felt your walls clench around him.

“Yes, baby. Milk me, take it all.” He praised you, earning a moan from you as you came down from your high.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, kissing you gently and softly, “you wanna spend the night?”

You leaned into his touch. “But my dad—” you started to make an excuse.

Bucky shook his head. “He won’t bother me again tonight, and I’ll sneak you out early tomorrow morning and give you a ride home.” He suggested.

A smile slipped onto your face, unable to say no to him. He pulled you into his chest and began softly shampooing your hair.

It was such a blissful night in. After your shower, Bucky leant you a pair of his pajamas. You both cuddled in his bed and watched some movies. You both spent most of the time talking over the movies, but it was nice to just be in his embrace.

And he made sure to make you cum a few more times before bringing you home the next morning.

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Spencer Reid was never one to masturbate. Not that he thought it was wrong or had strong religious beliefs, it just wasn’t something he really dealt with. Not to say that he’s never done it, it was just rare. Sure there were times when he would wake up with morning wood, but it’d calm down the moment the cold water of his shower hit him.

But tonight? Tonight not even the freezing water of his shitty apartment shower could save him.

It was all because of that stupid work party. It’s no secret that Spencer thought you were the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth. He had come to terms with the fact that he has a huge slight crush on you a while ago.

Spencer was fine with this. He admired you from a safe distance and was able to keep things professional. Other than the occasional blush that would spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears when you complimented him or touched him or looked at him- okay maybe it wasn’t as ‘occasional’ of an occurrence as it was an ‘every single day’ occurrence.

Spencer originally wasn’t even going to come to the party, but when he has overheard you talking about how excited you were to Penelope, well he just had to show up, at least for a little while. He stood in the corner observing the crowd and playing with the cuffs of his sleeves. When he looked up next he nearly keeled over at the sight of you coming in.

Here you were in this fitted red dress with a sheer black overlay. It hugged your curves so deliciously he could’ve sworn he started drooling. Spencer had seen you in casual clothes before but this? This was something else entirely.

He didn’t realize you were in front of him until he heard your sweet voice asking if he was alright. Clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair, he tried to play off his strange behaviour and excused himself. Spencer all but ran to the restroom and splashed water on his face to calm himself down. God what was he supposed to do? He can’t just leave now it would look weird as the party only just started. Drying his face, he steadied himself to get through an hour or so of this party and then he would be free to leave without raising suspicions.

That’s how he found himself here, in his bed. Rock. Fucking. Hard.

He tried everything he could to make it go away but no matter what he thought of it always lead back to you and that dress.

He’s desperate at this point and his cock painfully hard in his pants. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he’s no longer in control as his hand cups the obvious bulge. A whimper escapes him at the slight touch. He’s quick to shimmy his pants off and rub himself over his boxers. He pulses and twitches at the contact but it’s not enough, he needs more. Reaching to the side of him he grabs hold of a pillow and positions it over his cock.

He presses the soft, puffy, fabric against him and lets out a gasp. His hips buck up involuntarily and the next thing he knows, he’s thrusting up against the pillow at an unsteady rhythm. “Fuck” he moans out as his mind begins to wander. He can’t help but imagine you. Your perfect body pressed against his, rocking back and forth on his clothed cock. He’d hold your waist so tightly as he ruts up into you, loving the way you feel in his hands. Your perfect tits bouncing as you rub yourself against him, using him for your pleasure.

He speeds up his movements as he feels his cock leak precum. “Can feel how messy you are” you’d say, “you like when I rub my pussy over your hard cock?”

Yes, god yes he loves it.

“Please” he moans into empty room. Changing his position, Spencer straddles the pillow and thrust hard and fast wishing it was you. “So desperate Spence, humping my pussy, can’t even wait to get inside of me can you?”

His eyes roll back as he fucks into the pillow like his life depends on it. The friction feels so good against him but he knows it’s nothing compared to how you’d feel. Tight, warm, wet walls sucking in his cock.

His underwear are soaked in his own precum at this point but he doesn’t care. He just wants to cum. His thrusts grow ragged along with his breathing. He’s so close. So so close. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum from humping my pussy Spence?”

“Yes, yes please! I’m gonna cum god I’m so close” Spencer cries before his thrusts stall and fills his boxers with cum.

He rolls onto his side as he twitches with aftershocks. Breathing heavily, he slowly comes back to earth. Feeling the stickiness in his briefs he cringes and peels them off, tossing them to the floor.

Spencer Reid was never one to masturbate, but when he did? It was always to the thought of his beloved, sexy coworker.

A/n: um happy Valentine’s Day I guess?? This is not valentines-esque at all but it came to me in a vision. Hope you enjoyed!

[beat-the-morning]

Stop hovering || Hozier x reader

Kinktober - Day 4: Facesitting

prompt list

Tags: facesitting, dom/sub undertones, nipple play

Summary: Andrew wants to try something new after you come back from a night out

Word count: 2k

A/N: I’m not doing tomorrow’s fic (breathplay) so don’t expect it. Will be doing the one for 6th but idk if I’ll get it done in time

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You looked at yourself in the full length mirror in the hallway, examining the state of your dress after a night out with your friends, a single lamp right in front of it as your only source of light. It was almost perfect, save for the wet patch at the top of it that had your drunk friend and their spilled drink to blame, somehow making you the one that smelled the most like alcohol despite being the designated driver for the night. You shrugged it off, telling yourself that you’d clean it up in the morning while you took it off and carried it with you in your arm as you went upstairs, you made your way to the bathroom to take your makeup off, finding the light on, shining from the crack at the bottom of the door and the sound of running water coming from inside.

“Andrew?” You knocked loudly on the door. You’d assumed that your boyfriend would be asleep by now, seeing as it was almost three in the morning, but the two of you lived alone in his house in the countryside, so it could only be him.

The sound of water stopped, you heard the sound of wet footsteps approaching the door and unlocking it. “Oh, hi baby.” He said with a smile, his hair damp, water droplets running down his chest and stomach, collecting at the towel he had wrapped around his lower waist. “I thought you’d come back later.”

“Why are you in the shower in the middle of the night?” You asked, taking in his flustered expression.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said plainly.

“And you thought a shower would help?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled at your question, a sultry smile remaining on his face as he spoke. “But what I did before the shower usually does.”

You raised an eyebrow, breaking into soft laughter as you realised what he was implying. “And why didn’t you fall asleep after that, then?” You teased.

“I didn’t realise it’d shoot that far… got up to my chest hair and the tissues didn’t feel clean enough.” He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about the fact that he’d accidentally come on his own chest.

“If you’d waited a bit I could’ve helped and you wouldn’t have made a mess.”

“I didn’t know if you’d be drunk or not, and you know I don’t like to do things when you’re the only one that’s drunk.” He raised his hand from his waist where he was holding the towel and caressed your cheek, the sultry smile remaining. “You aren’t drunk though.”

“I’m not, I was the designated driver tonight.” You leaned into his touch, reaching out to pull him down to your level and kissing him lovingly.

“Lucky me, then.”

“Depends on what you’re thinking of doing.”

“Don’t worry about that right now, just get comfortable, I’ll be in our bed waiting for you.” He whispered, kissing you for a second before leaving to the bedroom.

You finally entered the bathroom, taking off your makeup, letting your hair free and quickly doing your quicker nighttime skincare routine since something was telling you that you’d be too exhausted to do it after whatever Andrew had planned for tonight. You freshened up, looking at yourself in the mirror and making sure you looked as cute as you could after a night out, then headed to your bedroom.

The space was dimly lit by the lamps at the bedside tables on each side of the bed, you looked around it, it was slightly messy with some clothes scattered on the floor, but you liked it, it was cozy. You spotted Andrew’s guitar on the floor next to his side of the bed, he must’ve brought it in here while you were out, since it wasn’t there when you left with your friends, his lyric notebook, old and practically bursting with the amount of extra pages he’d added on to it through the years, sat opened on the bedside table, words scribbled onto it that you couldn’t make out. Andrew was sitting on the bed dressed in just a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, looking at something in his phone, you finally stepped into the light from your lamp on your side of the bed, he smiled when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. He left his phone on top of his notebook, turning to look at you, eyes full of love and lust.

“There you are,” he said as you crawled over to him, pulling you into his arms the moment he could reach you.

“You’ve been writing something?” You asked, pointing towards the guitar with your eyes.

“Hm,” he smiled, “I have, yeah, I’ll show you when it’s a bit more polished.”

“Can’t wait.” You said sincerely, leaning in to kiss his lips.

He kissed back hungrily, throwing you onto your back on the mattress with a force that you had now become acquainted with, you giggled softly as you landed while his hands explored your body like it was his first time ever touching you. He lightly bit into your lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You parted your lips, his tongue darting into your mouth in that same second, he completely dominated the kiss, and you let him, your hands tangled in his curls, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His hands reached behind your back, quickly undoing your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room, he played with your breasts, squeezing them as he pulled away from the kiss and moved to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down to your chest. He pulled your right nipple into his mouth, making you gasp at the sensation, he sucked gently, licking and teasing as his hand played with your other one. After a while, he changed his attention to your left breast, giving it the same treatment as he did the other one. “Fuck! Andrew!” You moaned loudly, your hands still in his hair, pulling it ever so slightly without you realising. He smiled at your moans, pulling away after a second, leaving both your nipples incredibly sensitive.

“I wanna try something new today, baby,” he murmured into your skin as he kissed it. “Think you’d be up for it?”

“W-what is it?” You asked, your voice shaky with need.

“Can you sit on my face?” He asked, eyes dark with lust. “Please.”

“I-I don’t know,” you hesitated for a second, “what if I accidentally smother you or something?”

He kissed your collarbone, “won’t happen,” he assured you with a warm smile, “but if it does I’ll die a very, very happy man.”

“Andy!” You whined, trying to suppress a laugh, “I’m serious, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I’m not a porcelain doll, baby, I’ll be fine.” He peppered kisses over your neck, nuzzling his face into your skin. “Please?” He insisted.

Your resolve crumbled as you looked into his eyes, his pupils wide from arousal and his lips shining with his own saliva. “Okay,” you agreed softly. “But if you need me to stop, tap out or throw me off you or something, okay?”

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your neck one last time before moving to lay on his back. “Take a seat.” He said, a smirk plastered on his face.

You playfully rolled your eyes, moving over to straddle his face, your pussy hovering just above his mouth, teasing him. You carefully lowered yourself onto him, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hand finding home on your hips. His tongue darted out, parting your folds just enough to make you whine, you lowered yourself a bit more, still not fully seated on his face. Then he started to lick, every movement of his tongue driving you wild, but still, you hovered over him. After a few more licks, Andrew had finally had enough of you not fully seating on him. “Stop fuckin’ hovering and sit!” He demanded, pulling you down onto his face, his nose hitting your clit and making you moan loudly. Andrew hummed contently, slowly shaking his head so as to bury himself further in you, rubbing your bundle of nerves with the tip of his nose in the process, his tongue darted out again, entering you. You moaned, louder this time, your hands moving to hold the headboard, he hummed again, taking a deep breath and savouring the feeling of you fully seated on his face.

He lightly smacked your ass, a silent order for you to move your hips and grind on his face, and, as always, you obey without question, slowly moving your hips until you find a comfortable flow, small moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as he licks and hums to your rhythm. You could feel him swallow your essence every so often, the noises coming from the both of you were obscene and loud, his hands snaked up your body, his left squeezed your breast roughly while his right reached to grab your hair, pulling it back and making the rest of your head follow, your face now looking up at the ceiling as you screamed in pleasure.

You felt the all-familiar twist of bliss in your abdomen, your hips becoming erratic in their movement as you neared your climax. You had never been talkative during sex, this was no exception, a delightful, as Andrew described it, combination of moans, whimpers and whines was all you could manage to utter in your euphoric state, with the occasional begging thrown in when Andrew would get too wild with edging or overstimulation, you had never minded, he was always talking anyway, even when eating you out he’d take a small pause sometimes to say something to you. But today he couldn’t speak, all the sounds, all the moans, were yours, he was in heaven, every noise coming from you like celestial music. He let go of your hair and breast, his hands moving to your hips again. You looked down at him, his eyes were closed in pure bliss as you moved your hips, his moans muffled by your body, you could see the slight shine of your arousal on his face every time your hips moved back slightly, he was angelic, you wondered if he thought the same of you when he fucked you.

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, you could feel him smiling as he looked at you, he moved his tongue more, shaking his head and humming softly to bring you to climax, you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter as your moans became more high-pitched. Then it snapped, your hips twitching erratically as you came on his face. You moved until the wave of ecstasy subsided, your breathing shaky and irregular and your heart beating rapidly from the intensity of your orgasm. You moved your leg over his head once more, sitting back on the bed after being on his face for so long, he had a crooked smile on his face as he sat up and reached out to hold your face and kiss you once more.

You melted into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as he gently guided you to lay down. Andrew pulled away from the kiss, laying next to you and holding you in his arms with your head on his chest. “D’you like that, baby?” He asked, his face buried in your hair as he took in your scent.

“Yeah,” you mumbled softly, already feeling the tiredness calling you to sleep.

“Good,” he kissed your head. “Go to sleep, darling, you’re exhausted.”

You hummed in response, your eyes already closed since you didn’t bother opening them after he kissed you. A sound similar to “goodnight” came from your lips, you were too tired to speak.

“Goodnight, my sweet.” Andrew whispered back, his fingers running along your hair, and softly lulling you to sleep. Your breathing evened, he smiled, following behind you not long after

[immortalmrwavell]

Rejuvenation

(Original story posted May 19th 2022) This story has been Updated!

This is a sequel to Taking Back Youth! Make sure to read it first!

“What to do… What to do” Mr Wavell muttered to himself as he floated around town, looking down at all the potential test subjects. A Lot of the time he liked to pick a man (usually a gay one) out of the crowd and just follow them around for awhile, learning a bit about their life as a simple observer before making his move. Though as his gaze scanned across the people, he noticed one man in particular that stood out. Not because of his looks or what he was wearing but rather because his soul and body didn’t match?!

Curiously Wavell floated over to the man as he walked through the street with a confident smirk. He was a tall, relatively broad man. Handsome features with a short beard and ginger hair. A hot piece of meat for sure but how the hell did he acquire this body? Wavell couldn’t sense any magic emanating from the man’s soul meaning he couldn't be a warlock himself. He looked deeper to see if he could sense the residual magic of another witch or warlock who may have done it. There was something but it didn’t seem to belong to another being. It was natural magic. Which could only mean he used some sort of magic item or spell to acquire the hunky body this man now possessed. Interesting.

Of course Wavell could’ve just read the man’s mind to find out everything he needed to know. Most of the time he would. But he couldn’t help but feel that took the fun out of figuring things out for himself sometimes. Sort of like looking up spoilers for an interesting TV show. But that said he wasn’t about to float around for days trying to figure out where this man’s soul had originally come from. So Wavell placed an invisible hand on the oblivious man’s shoulder and focused.

“Now. Let’s see what kind of body you gave up for this one shall we?”

The ginger stud felt a shiver across his body as Wavell used the soul within to find a link back to its original body. Within seconds he sensed the matching signature not far from here. After that he didn’t waste any time, teleporting away towards the signature and leaving the youthful hunk completely unaware of what had just happened.

———

Upon arrival, Wavell found himself in a small apartment a few blocks away. There was an old man who looked to be in his early 60’s sitting with his head down on a desk, surrounded by masses of empty beer bottles. It was a sad sight in all honesty. This guy had been in the prime of his life before it’d all been stripped away from him.

“Tell me. How exactly did you end up in that body?” Wavell spoke, allowing his form to become visible and his voice heard.

“HOLY FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!?” Evan screamed as he whipped around to see Wavell standing rather nonchalant behind him. Yet Wavell didn’t answer him. At first Evan was afraid. Terrified even by the man. But then a wave of calmness washed over him. He couldn’t explain why but it did. As though there was no need to fear the handsome suited man before him. “Wait… w-what did you say?” Evan asked, his voice still a little shaky.

“I asked how you ended up with that body.” Wavell repeated. “I found the man who was piloting your real one so I used him to find you.” He revealed as if it were somehow obvious.

Evan quizzed the strange man on how he even knew about that. Mr Wavell responded by informing Evan of his own powerful magic abilities. To prove such, the Warlock used his power to rid the apartment of all its mess. With a simple wave of his hand, beer bottles were gone, clothes were clean and folded, bed sheets were made and so on. Evan was completely dumbfounded but at least now he knew this guy was for real.

“It happened about a week ago… I was getting drunk at a bar after a bad breakup when this old dude started hitting on me. I accepted him for god knows what reason and the next thing I knew I was absolutely smashed out of my mind and fucking this dude in his apartment. After we fucked I blacked out and when I woke up, he’d stolen my body…”

“Do you know how exactly he was able to do it?” Wavell questioned.

Evan thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. He just said something about a ritual I think. Also that swapping sexual fluids was the last component?”

“A ritual huh? He must’ve used some sort of magical item given to him to enact it. I wonder if Gilgamesh had something to do with that…” Wavell pondered while stroking a hand through his beard.

“Gilga-who now?”

“He’s a friend of mine with similar interests. Not that it matters to you.” Wavell gave a small smile. “Anyways I’m off. I was just curious about your situation. That’s all.” With that Wavell floated up into the air once again. He was about to teleport away when the flabby old man grabbed his leg. The warlock looked down as Evan began begging him to stay. Pleading with him to use his magic somehow to fix this and give him back his old body.

With a sigh, the warlock lowered himself down to the floor once more. “Look, Evan is it? Swapping souls, changing bodies, shifting minds. It’s what I live for. So why would I use my magic to correct something that I would've happily done myself in the first place?”

Evan’s eyes sunk as he looked back down at the aged, chubby body that’d been forced upon him. The last glimmer of hope he’d gained slowly fading as he sat himself back down on the bed. Mr Wavell was about to take his leave but as he glanced at Evan again, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of pity for the man.

Rolling his eyes he said to the man “Fine. I’ll help you out… but I’m not going to put you back in your old body.” Wavell said as his shoes touched the floor once again. Evan was confused, proceeding to ask how it’d be helping if not giving back his former body. Wavell was quick to respond. “Well from what I can tell, your soul is about 27 years old, correct? In that case how about I regress your current body to match that.”

Evan was fast to agree, eager to take anything he could get. As such, the warlock got Evan to stand towards the centre of the room. With a wave of his finger, Wavell conjured up a full body mirror out of thin air, allowing Evan to see his reflection. It was a sad sight which only got sadder when the handsome stranger waved his finger again to get rid of the old man’s clothes.

“Just so you can have a good view of this next part…” Wavell whispered while placing his hands on Evan’s shoulders. His palms began to emit a warm violet glow that was absorbed into Evan’s body, filling him with a strange sensation. A pulsing heat that surged its way across his frame and forced its way into every part of his being. It was as though he were being embraced by a warm aura of pure energy. But that was only the beginning.

It took a few seconds for him to notice but, as he stared into the mirror, Evan saw how the grey hairs on his head were slowly regaining their colour while his wrinkles began to fade. The fat across his body started melting away, loose skin getting tighter again while his body hair darkened and his skin became more tanned. Evan’s receding hairline started fixing itself, pulling forwards as his hair grew thicker and healthier, now completely dark without a trace of gray. The mustache on his upper lip became less pronounced, fading into a full face of stubble while his aged eyes regained a youthful glow. Lean muscle began to grow and define itself in places where fat had disappeared, restoring a strong and tight physique to his body.

“How are you feeling so far.” Wavell murmured, wrapping an arm around Evan before grasping his member. “Does the heat of rejuvenation feel good?” He added. Evan could only groan in response as his dick was flooded with newfound youth, growing hard as a rock at Wavell’s gentle touch. His body continued to regress back through its 30’s. Skin looking younger, hair looking thicker, testosterone increasing. His cock bucked with excitement as his balls began to churn, feeling so sensitive as Wavell continued to caress him gently. Then at last the heat began to subside as Evan reached his late 20’s once again. The same age his old body had been before it was stolen.

“I-I can’t… believe it.” Looking into the mirror, Evan could tell this was still Carl’s body but now… he looked like he could be a Men’s Fitness Model!

“Mhmm, this body was quite the looker in its younger days it seems. Perhaps not as muscular as your old body but certainly a few inches taller and I don’t doubt you’ll grow into it some more.” Wavell’s breath was hot against Evan’s ear, his beard brushing lightly against the back of the now youthful man’s neck. “Unless you want me to grow it for you.” He leaned in, kissing Evan’s neck while squeezing that excited cock a little.

“R-really?!” Evan pondered those words for a moment. Was Mr Wavell really offering to just hulk out his body right here and now? Evan had no doubt it was within the warlocks power after what’d just transpired but… he declined to Wavell’s surprise. “As fucking amazing as that sounds, I think I want to do it myself. If I’m gonna be bigger than the body that asshole stole from me then I want it to be thanks to my own hard work.” He stated confidently as he spun himself around a couple times, inspecting all his newly invigorated assets.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t have to be your entire body. Perhaps just one or two little things you want to improve? Things that you may not be able to change very much naturally?” Wavell tempted, making circles with a finger as it glowed purple.

Evan thought hard for a moment while checking himself out from multiple angles. He had to admit, one of the things he was missing the most from his previous body had to be his former bubble butt. Just the thought that Carl was now flaunting that ass around town and getting lord knows how much dick was pissing him off. Speaking of dick, his current one seemed around average at what looked to be about 6 inches yet his old one was certainly over 7 inches at least. He thought it over for a moment but soon decided to ask if he could get improvements in both areas.

“Oh that’ll be no problem whatsoever.” The warlock smiled kindly. “But how about we make it just a tad more interesting.” Wavell stepped around in front of Evan, having to look up slightly at the man before getting down onto his knees and taking Evan’s already excited cock in his mouth. Evan was shocked but couldn’t bring himself to fight against Wavell’s bearded lips.

Murmurs of satisfaction slipped from Evan’s mouth as Wavell worked his tongue around the shaft like a pro. It felt odd though, like the heat of magic that’d embraced his body earlier now emanating from inside Wavell’s mouth and wrapping around his cock. After that Evan felt what he could only explain as a second erection. Almost as if his cock had somehow only been at half mast before but was now growing even further! Veins bulged across his appendage as it engorged. Wavell continued to bob his head generously, gradually having to open his mouth wider as the cock inside he was making love too thickened. Wavell grabbed hold of Evan’s balls in the process, massaging them as he felt the leaking member slowly push itself further down his throat. Evan grunted, feeling his balls pull up slightly before dropping back down with a bit more heft than before. This repeated a couple of times with his balls getting heavier each time until he had a nice fat pair of balls that were teeming with cum and testosterone. After that, all Wavell had to do was go deep one last time, swallowing the entire cock and that was enough to send Evan over the edge. Warm nectar came flowing out, coating the inside of Wavell’s throat white with man seed before swallowing every drop hungrily.

After taking a moment to savour the taste, Wavell pulls himself away from Evan’s crotch. An audible pop could be heard as his lips released the wet member to swing down between Evan’s legs with a new heftier weight to it. Looking down Evan could see the clear difference in size. It was longer and thicker than his old dick ever was! Most notably was the fat mushroom head it now adorned, still dripping with cum. It had to be at least 9 inches! Probably a little more! Not to mention the heavy balls he was swinging now. It almost didn’t seem real.

“Woah! I can’t believe how huge it is now! Fuuuuck…” Evan gripped his new and improved manhood. The length was amazing, sure but god did the girth feel phenomenal. Not being able to wrap his hand fully around his cock was an almost euphoric experience. It made him feel superior in a strange way. Though that could’ve just been all extra testosterone talking.

Wavell chuckled as he pulled himself back up. “Now… time for that ass of yours.” Smirking as he pulled Evan towards the bed, pushing him down onto the sheets. Evan laid down on his stomach, his ass served up and ready to be bred. Wavell kicked off his shoes while unzipping his pants, soon pulling out his own monster cock. He pumped a little for a moment as he pressed a finger inside Evan’s hole. Yup, that was gonna be far too tight for his cock but it certainly wasn’t something a little magic couldn’t fix. Just then Evan felt a shiver pulse through his body as his hole suddenly loosened and relaxed. “Perfect.”

The neighbours could only wonder what the hell was happening in that apartment. Through the thin walls they could onlh hear constant echoes of deep grunting and groaning mixed with sounds of a creaking bed. But how could Evan not groan when he felt Mr Wavell’s fat rod slide inside him. Even after having his hole loosened, Evan still felt himself being stretched slightly while Wavell pressed his entire length inside.

After that initial penetration, the warlock began to work up a gentle pace. Pump after pump filling Evan up as he started to feel that warm magical sensation one last time spreading throughout his backside. Magical violet energy pulsed from Wavell’s dick like a constant orgasm, slowly but surely causing Evan’s ass to inflate. Both cheeks bubbling up with fat and muscle that began to jiggle with every thrust. Seeing that only made Wavell hungrier, pounding in with more and more intensity. When the growth subsided, Evan was left with a juicy bubble butt that any gay man would die for. To have and to fuck.

Of course just because the change was complete didn’t mean they were gonna stop. Ooohh no. They were both having way too much fun. Wavell continued to pound down into Evan for a good while first before they repositioned themselves. Wavell was soon laid on his back while Evan bounced on his dick as best he could. Obviously Evan couldn’t see the change that’d been made to his ass but he could most certainly feel it. All that extra padding rippled every time his ass smacked down against Wavell’s crotch. He was loving it to say the least. Not to mention his new, fatter dick jumping up and down with every bounce. It was certainly a sight to behold for both men.

They must’ve been making a ton of noise because a couple of position switches later they heard a knock at the door followed by a voice on the other side angrily telling them to quiet down. The pair only laughed at this of course, barely even stopping before getting back into rhythm. If anything, Evan made an effort to moan even louder simply to piss them off even more.

After a good while longer however, The Great Mr Wavell was finally hitting his high. By this point they were doing doggy style with Wavell speeding up his thrusts, his full balls smacking against Evan’s round jiggly ass. Evan knew exactly what was coming as he heard Wavell let out a deep groan swiftly followed by an intense pulsing inside his welcoming hole. Next thing Evan knew, the flood gates had opened and Wavell was pumping load after load inside him. Thick, sticky cum drenching his insides and even spilling out due to the sheer quantity.

Wavell must’ve stayed on top of Evan for a good five or ten minutes with his cock lodged inside the seeded hole. Sighs of relief could be heard however when Wavell finally decided to pull himself out, taking a moment to catch his breath before hopping off the bed. Evan on the other hand needed an extra couple of minutes before gathering up the strength to stand after that onslaught. But he was determined to get one last look in the mirror at his most recent change. And boy was he impressed by Wavell’s work.

“Ooohh yeah… I’m gonna rip half the pants I own now.” Evan grinned, looking over his shoulder at his reflection as he placed his hands beneath each of his thick cheeks and jiggled them. “Definitely gonna have to buy myself a new wardrobe.” Masses of dudes were gonna be drooling over his ass now! He played with his huge ass for a bit longer until he eventually fell back onto the bed again out of soreness. Wavell tucked his cock away into his pants. Of course he knew he could rid Evan of the pain from being stretched but he loved leaving the men he’d bred with a sore ass for a day or two.

“So, before I leave, I’m curious about something.” Wavell began while fixing his clothes. “What are you going to do about the man who stole your original flesh? I believe you said his name was Carl. Though he’s probably going by ‘Evan’ now.” He shrugged while grabbing his dress shoes.

Evan had to think for a moment. Before today he wasn’t sure if he’d have ever wanted to see his old self again unless it was to swap back somehow. The thought of seeing everything he once had piloted by another man seemed too painful for him. Having to watch that body snatcher flaunt that young hunky body he used to own. Now though? Things were very different.

“I’m not sure right yet. I’m still pissed at him for using me when I was at such a low point just to steal my life and body. Until you came along I’ve been nothing but miserable. I should hate him but… thinking about my original body is making my dick twitch…” Thoughts about Evan’s original ginger stud of a body swirled through his mind. His old cock and ass… god he’d want a chance to touch those again. Maybe he’d even get the chance to fuck himself!

Wavell laughed. “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye on you and check in every once in a while. Just to see how you’re getting on, you know? In the meantime I’ve made a minor adjustment to reality so all of Carl’s identification fits your new look. Nobody should suspect a thing.” Wavell tapped his shoes on the floor to make sure they were on properly before floating up into the air. “Enjoy your new life.”

Evan turned to thank the man for all he’s done but when he did, Wavell was already gone. Almost as if he were never there to begin with. Despite that, Evan knew he was still being watched.

“Thank you Mr Wavell.”

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Levi: Is it lame to say I missed you? Robin: No-.. don’t you think it’s nice when people say things like that? [Levi shrugged loosely, heel scuffing against the pavement as he avoided the question] Levi: Why’d you start talking to me again? Robin: I’m over it, in the grand scheme of things… Levi: But? Robin: Not everyone’s gonna be as understanding as me, Levi. You’re gonna have to learn-… Levi: I’m sorry, okay?! [Levi huffed; smoke from a stolen, slightly disgusting cigarette billowing from his mouth-.. that hadn’t come out right] Levi: Sorry-.. I’m sorry-.. like, genuinely sorry. Robin: I know. Levi: That’s it? Robin: What’d you expect? Levi: I don’t know… Robin: It didn’t have to be a big deal. Levi: Penny just doesn’t get it, y’know? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have joked about it. [Robin highly doubted that, but Penelope was a whole ‘nother kettle of fish entirely] Robin: You shouldn’t have told her either-.. you fucked up as well. Levi: I didn’t mean to-.. but yeah, my bad. Robin: It could’ve been over and done with if you’d just said that from the start. Levi: Guess I had to learn the hard way… [Robin let out a snort, knowing full well who’d planted that seed within Levi’s mind] Levi: If you ever tell me anything again, I promise I won’t tell anyone. Robin: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Levi: Well, I intend to keep it, so… [Robin smiled warmly; comforted by Levi’s conviction and relieved by the weight lifted from his friend’s shoulders] Robin: Good. Levi: You get it though, right? Like.. I still have to hang out with them, it’d make things awkward if I didn’t. Robin: I’m sure there’s more than one way to get a scholarship. Levi: [hums] I’ll try n’ keep them off your back anyway-.. pretty sure you did a good job of that on your own though. Robin: I shouldn’t have done that. Levi: Eh, he was asking for a smack. Robin: Kinda…

…

Robin: What..? Levi: Can I ask you something? Robin: Always. Levi: Do you like boys? Robin: [laughs] Why, have you got a confession up your sleeve too? Levi: HAH-.. NO! I only like girls, but what about you? Robin: I don’t know-.. I think I’m pan. Levi: What’s that, like bi? Robin: I guess I don’t really think of people in terms of gender, like it doesn’t matter. Levi: I knew it! Okay, I just had the best idea ever. [Robin’s brow raised-.. whatever Levi was thinking, it must’ve literally just popped into his head] Levi: So, Aster totally has a crush on you, right? Robin: Oh-.. right? Levi: If you went out with him, it’d be like a free ticket to being cool. Robin: I don’t really want to be cool, to be honest. Levi: Okay, whatever-.. but that’d pretty much guarantee them leaving you alone. Like, it’s an unwritten rule you can’t be a dick to someone’s other half, y’know? [Robin squinted, less than convinced-.. he wasn’t sure Aster would be so open to parading him around like that] Levi: C’mon, it’s genius! Robin: I wouldn’t even know how to ask him out-.. I still can’t speak to him. [Levi huffed, frustrated by Robin’s lack of enthusiasm for his master plan] Robin: I guess I could-… Levi: Leave it to me. Robin: I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Levi: Just trust me! I’ll think of something. Robin: Hmm… Levi: Please? We’d get to hang out way more often. Robin: It wouldn’t be the same. Levi: Better than nothing? [Robin couldn’t help but laugh as Levi shoved him excitedly] Robin: [snorts] Fine. Levi: YES! Okay, okay.. just make sure you get detention again on Monday. Robin: Easy-peasy.

[rierice8]

Am I pretty?

Just some drabble cuz I really wanna get railed by dan heng while I’m in a skirt even though I’m a guy…fuck thats so hot- (new not-so-new kink???)

Warnings: feminization, use of princess, good boy, slut and doll, creampie, described as rough sex

Word count: 866

Dom!Dan heng x sub!male reader

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You walked out of the bathroom, covered in a blush. Your boyfriend had thrown you carelessly a bag full of clothes he bought for you in belobog, which you only realised was some lingerie and a miniskirt after you agreed to try it on for him.

That dirty minded fuck.

As you walked out of the bathroom with nothing but the lingerie and the small pink skirt on, Dan hengs face was, unsurprisingly, still stuffed in his book.

“Ahem…” you cleared your throat to get his attention. Dan heng just hummed before answering,

“Let me finish this page.”

You scoffed before walking to him and snatching the book from his hands.

“I got all dressed up in your perverted outfit and I have to wait till you “finish this page?” No fucking way. Look at me. Am I pretty?”

He laughed lightly as he looked over your form. The way the see-through lace bra laid over your flat chest, or how the skirt was barely covering your ass, how your abdomen was fully on view for him, along with the rest of your thighs and chest.

“Hmmm…is my princess feisty?”

He chuckled with a smirk.

“Yes, though, you’re very pretty, I’m glad I thought of it.”

You just blushed and furrowed your brows.

“Huh…? I…thanks uh…just shut up and fuck me then! It seems like thats the purpose of this outfit anyway!”

You huffed as you crossed your arms. Dan heng just smiled and ran his hands down your chest, pulling you down to sit on his lap on the edge of the bed he had been sitting on before. You just followed his lead, sitting on him as he lifted the bra strap ever so slightly before letting it snap back against your skin.

“Good boys don’t demand for things, they beg.”

He said into your ear as you moaned a bit from the sting.

“Fuck—fuck uh- Plea-please? Please fuck me? Please Dan heng, please?”

You begged as you tugged at his pants. He was still fully dressed and you were left in such a slutty outfit.

“Hmm…maybe…are you all prepped for me or do I need to do it,”

He asked in a whisper. Fuck how did he know that you’d already gotten off earlier today before he returned?? You bit your lip.

“Uh…a…a bit. Earlier…”

Dan heng smirked as he kissed your neck, before biting it, causing you to moan out.

“Mmh, perfect, then I wont bother.”

You swallowed hard, sure you’d done it but it’d been a couple hours, maybe it’d be a good idea to—

“Don't think baby. You can take me just fine like this, yes?”

You nodded eagerly, forgetting all your prior thoughts as you saw him unzip his pants and drop them to the floor, his boxers immediately following.

“Fuck- I need it please Dan heng…”

You whined as he pushed your panties to the side, running his hand along your cock for a bit before he lined himself up with your ass.

“W-wait- what about—”

“The skirt stays on.”

He said as he started pushing in. You moaned loudly at the stretch, it stung a lot but it could’ve been worse. You were both too desperate to have spent any longer to begin with.

“F-FUCK! Shit that- shit that's good…!”

You moaned.

Dan heng finally buried his cock in your ass fully, waiting for you to give him the sign to move. After a couple of seconds you nodded and he started moving. He didn't bother to start slowly, holding you by the waist and pulling you back down on him to make your hips meet his own as fast as he could. You threw your head back, moaning loudly.

“Shit!! Shit shit shit that's- mmh!! too much!!”

You whine out in between moans as he railed into your ass.

“You’re such a pretty slut like this, getting fucked in your brand new skirt? You’ll get it all dirty, princess”

He whispered into your ear as he kept his erratic pace.

“Mmh!! Fuck! I bet you were—NGH!—thinking of this all day—fuck!!”

You managed to get out through all your moans, trying to tease him despite slowly getting your brains fucked out.

“You know me too well…all I’m ever thinking of is you in a pretty skirt getting stupid on my cock,”

He grunted as he reached his hand to your ass and squeezed it. You whined a bit at how rough he was treating you. It was just too much for you. His nails digging into your skin as he moved to make out with you, kissing you hard and shoving his tongue into your mouth, biting your lip and swallowing all your moans.

You clenched around his cock but it didn't slow his pace at all, only making him speed up and fuck you harder.

“S-shit Dan heng!! I-I’m gonna cum— I can't—!!”

You moaned out as he grunted and thrusted harder, hitting you right in your sweet spot, making your face scrunch up as you came hard on his cock. A few thrusts after, Dan heng came inside you. You hummed at the feeling of being full, it was always the best when he came inside.

“Oh don't think we’re done yet, doll. I’m gonna fuck your ass all night.”

[sepublic]

            Went to Weebcon 2025 and actually got to meet Dana Terrace and Zeno Robinson! Luckily I’d found out about Dana’s presence on her Insta near the end of the February, which gave me plenty of time to prepare. On the first day she was absent, and I found her schedule had been updated so she was only available for Saturday and Sunday; On her Twitter, she alluded to something unfortunate happening that day. Told a Knights of Guinevere cosplayer(!!!) about the change when they’d also showed up, so they hadn’t missed or done anything wrong.

            I checked the website for stuff to do, got blindsided by Zeno being there, and got to meet him; I got a signed Hunter and Flapjack print, and forgot to ask him if he knew about Dana’s presence, if he’d be at the Q&A. Then I went to a TOH cosplay meet-up and it was just me and an Amity I’d seen earlier, which tracked with us two being the only TOH cosplays I’d seen that day.

            Per my guess, it meant the line for Dana was minimal throughout the next two days, as was the crowd for the Q&A; A bit sad to see less fellow fans, I wonder if there are factors like TOH's popularity waning over time and/or the location. But I suppose a smaller crowd was kind of my hope, because it’d mean it’s far less of a hassle to do a signature and ask a question for the Q&A!

            (Also gotta get it off my chest; Aside from the surreality of seeing these people of a screen as IRL flesh-and-blood humans who were not pre-determined recordings, I found Dana to be shorter than I expected! I guess it’s because I consider myself relatively short, she’s decently older and far more experienced. And on a psychological level, I look up to her, so that makes Dana “bigger” in my mind, like an authority figure. I shouldn’t put people on a pedestal, I know, but it’s what happened. The real point of this observation was that I kept thinking of Anakin calling Grievous shorter than he expected lol.)

            I thought about what I was going to say, so I said it; When I was a depressed teen, I first saw the announcement of this show back in 2018, and something about it seemed appropriately magical. It lifted my spirits a bit, I had a good feeling about it, I decided to pay attention and invest my attention and hopes. And I could’ve never imagined how much it paid off!

            I also loved how each season of the show was about Eda, King, and Luz, in that order; Dana was pleased by the observation and said “You get it!” I even mentioned how she gave Luz Catholic Guilt without making her literally Catholic, and Dana laughed and repeated You get it. I shouldn’t let this get to my head, BUT…!!!! And when I got my picture, I made sure to take out the Bard sigil sticker as part of the cosplay, with Dana half-jokingly calling it an evil thing.

            I also got an Eda Funko Pop signed by her, since I’d always been meaning to grab it, so may as well take the chance now and not have a prior Eda get replaced and discarded! And since I was so early, I actually got to be one of four people to buy a personal drawing from Dana herself (I saw another one, who had a scrapbook of personal, signed drawings from other showrunners, such as Butch Hartman; Theirs was Lumity). I panicked because the option never occurred to me and now I had to choose, but I kept it nice and simple; Luz, Eda, and King.

            Dana gave me this little cardinal so she could draw other requests overnight at her hotel, and I could come back the next day to receive mine, with the bird as proof of purchase! I lamented the fate of Flapjack but also expressed appreciation for the decision, with Dana half-joking that she hadn’t done it to the poor birb. Came back the next day and saw someone else’s request on the table of Raeda, which leaves me curious about the fourth, if there was one… And I got this personal drawing with my name on it!!!

           And I got to keep my own little Flapjack!!! It really was Flapjack that weekend. I also mentioned how I loved the irony of Raine’s whole quest beginning because they couldn’t look the other way, only to have to look the other way when it came to Eda’s struggle for them, with Hunter’s loneliness (esp due to Terra over their shoulder), etc. And the irony of Raeda breaking up because Eda kept secrets, only for Raine to do the same after they’d reunited years later, keeping them from resuming; Dana, of course, agreed that the two were like one another.

            And yeah; I actually got to go to the Q&A on Saturday and ask Dana a question! More on that here… And as I guessed, of course Zeno showed up as a surprise guest halfway through. Of course! Never thought I’d be there in-person after seeng their Post-Hoots together. And when someone asked what cosplays Dana would love to see, she brought up Knights of Guinevere, and was delighted when someone else brought up that cosplayer, who I sadly didn’t get to see after that first day. On Sunday, there was a second TOH cosplay meetup, and this time people were there that I got to befriend and take pictures with!

            Receiving my drawing wasn't even the last time I saw Dana, funnily enough; In the hours after the final day had closed, I was passing through the lobby of the hotel next door (which was also used to host some events) and just happened to notice Dana with her friends, waved hi and she waved back! Realistically it's of course tempting to hang out with the creator of one of my favorite stories ever and bombard them with all sorts of questions, or just say all sorts of things (esp when there wasn't even a lot of people, sometimes no people, at times), but in the end that's another human being with boundaries, and I had to respect that.

            All in all; I’d say I’m quite chuffed not just from the TOH experience, but really just the fun of the event as a whole, and especially the build up to it! Working on my cosplay, it was a pretty magical experience, and I’m already looking back it fondly.

[supernova41st]

Picture you ✰

Crushing!Darnell x Reader

Now playing • Talk About A Girl—Charizma, Peanut Butter Wolf

(A/n): Returning to my roots!! (if you don’t count.. that) This is based off a set of Headcanons I did about a year ago. Looking back at it I felt like I could’ve done more than what I wrote so I’m doing an entire fic about it! I might be doing more FNF if I get some good requests, so if you’re a FNF fan looking for someone to do requests then feel free to leave some in my inbox

(S/T)—Skintone

Warnings: Sensual Fantasies, OOC, Darnell basically goons to reader

Divider Credits: @adornedwithlight

✰ Darnell was never open about his feelings, he was supposed to be the cool guy! The carefree guy, he’s never been into that lovey-dovey emotional stuff.. until he met you. Now it’s all he could think about.

✰ Just the thought of you made his heart flutter, he’d imagine all the things he could do with you if you would just ask him out! He’d imagine how warm your hands would feel around his arms, or how soft your lips would feel on his, or how it’d feel to run his hands through your hair. At random points of his day, he’d create a scene in his head where you’re facing him, smiling, telling him how much you love him..

✰ Even standing next to you would send him into orbit, immediately holding his breath in case he breathed too loud around you, or carefully controlling his every move as if you were staring at him. He felt so Flustered around you, most embarrassing shit in his life.

✰ While working on some notes from a class he skipped, he noticed that the marker he was using closely resembled your eye color, leaving him spiraling in his own thoughts once again, creating small circles on the page using the marker. He only noticed he was zoning out until the ink had heavily bled through the paper. Immediately dropping the marker, he leaned back onto his chair, ashamed of how in love he had been with you.

✰ His eyes then began to wander, eventually landing on his hard cover notebook, yet to have any drawings or sketches inside.. Hm, maybe he can—No, he can’t, it’s too shameful.. then again, it may help him get his mind off you, and it’s not like he’s gonna bring that thing out with him. No one’s gonna see, right?

✰ WRONG! You just had to come knocking on his window while he was scribbling his fantasies away in his notebook. He immediately closed it as soon as he heard you knocking, but forgot to hide it, so when he let you in it was laying on his desk.

✰ You eventually got comfortable in his room, however Darnell was anxious that you came to his house unannounced so he didn’t have any prep time to at least tidy his room and hide the notebook. After a few minutes of chatting, you noticed the one thing he hoped you didn’t out of everything in his bedroom, the notebook. The lack of stickers on the cover made you realize it was different than the one he normally took out with him when turning his sketches into some graffiti in an alleyway, so you got curious.

“Is this your new sketch thing?”

“What the fuck—don’t touch my shit!”

“Ooh is it a diary? Or do you have some freaky pics in here?? Just let me see—“

✰ You struggled to keep the notebook in your hands as Darnell tried to pry it away from you, until you pushed him onto his bed and you opened it. Your reaction shifted as you flipped the pages eagerly.

“What are you hiding these for? These are good! Oh, shit! That’s me!.. wow there are, a lot of.. me”

✰ Darnell cringes at the sight of him being humiliated by you finding out about one of his biggest secret, his obsession with you. He never came to terms with it, even when he was drawing you or drawing things that reminded him of you, and now you’re seeing clear proof of it. He began to blur out every excuse he can think of (which wasn’t much), trying to keep up his tough guy persona.

“Just—I don’t fuckin’ know your face just looks—cool to look at. A-and I had some new (S/T) markers and I wanted to test them out, t—this doesn’t have shit to do with you”

✰ Darnell’s tone did somewhat convince you that his hundreds of drawings of you didn’t mean anything, but behind that, you can tell that he was just flustered that you found his little notebook of drawings of you. Darnell looked back up at you when you tore a few pages of the book off, folding them up to keep in your pocket.

“Look—I won’t tell anyone if you let me keep a few, deal?”

“..fine”

✰ You left his bedroom with a good 18 pages of drawings all of you. You stared into each one of them everyday, it was nice knowing someone saw you with so much beauty that they had to draw a sketch or two.. fuck, wait till Nene hears about this

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

What We Could’ve Been

Part 1

Summary: You are Rhysand’s younger sister and have been tasked with dealing with Eris. The two of you have a complicated, teasing relationship, with banter and attraction, but how will it end?

WC: 1.7 K

You can read part 2 here. Fictober Challenge

You were well-versed in the art of negotiation, your presence as formidable as your brother's. Today, however, you faced the infuriating son of the Autumn Lord, Eris Vanserra. No one from the Inner Circle liked him, nor did they want to deal with him, and the feeling was mutual. While he respected Rhysand and they were somewhat allies but still, their relationship was always tense. However, there was one person he seemed to tolerate- you. Having more patience than the rest, you had agreed to mediate between the two.

This time, you had bad news to deliver. The missing Autumn Court soldiers had been found and killed by Azriel and Cassian, with only two survivors. Now, you had to explain to Eris why and ask him to come fetch his soldiers.

You had winnowed to the Spring Court forest to meet, but of course, he made you wait.

“You’re late, Vanserra” you muttered, filing your nails, not sparing him a glance as he winnowed in.

“Some of us actually have important matters to handle.”

“And I don’t?”

He smirked, cocking an eyebrow “I’m probably the most important thing you’ll ever handle.”

You scoffed “you think very highly of yourself. I’m only here because no one else wants to deal with your ass, and I’m the only one with patience for it”.

“So what’s the news, sweetheart?” He asked with a condescending grin as he leaned against a tree.

You sighed “You want the bad news first or the good one?”

“Bad, always.”

You locked eyes with him, your voice softening as you delivered the blow “Most of your soldiers are dead.”

The grin vanished from his face “And the good news?”

“Two survived”.

His jaw clenched “Let me guess, it was the brute bastards’ doing, wasn’t it?”

Your expression hardened “If you’re going to insult my friends then I’m leaving.”

“So they kill my soldiers, and I’m not even allowed to say a bad word about them?” his voice dropped, cold and furious.

“It was in self defense. They were enchanted by Queen Briallyn and Koschei, acting like rabid dogs” You explained, keeping your voice steady.

His eyes flickered with restrained anger “And the ones that survived? Were they tortured by your ‘not brute’ bastard of a friend?”

You sighed deeply, your patience thinning “Look, I’m sorry about your soldiers, but there’s nothing that can be done about it now.”

Just as Eris opened his mouth to retort, you glanced behind him, your eyes widening in alarm. Eris turned, his own instincts flaring as Tamlin emerged, claws all out. Eris tensed, ready to fight him, but you stepped forward, placing your hand on his arm.

“We were just leaving. We want no trouble” you said quickly, your voice calm but firm.

“You wouldn’t have trespassed on my lands if you wanted no trouble” Tamlin growled, stalking closer. Eris stepped in front of you this time, his body shielding yours.

“You don’t bother ruling anymore, so we thought it’d be alright to be in the forest” Eris sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tamlin’s eyes narrowed “So not only are you trespassing, but you dare insult me?”

“Y/n, go” Eris ordered, his voice tight with tension.

You hesitated. “Now!” he commanded, his eyes flickering back to you with urgency, and so you winnowed out, leaving them behind.

After you got home safely, you paced your room, thinking of what to do next. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about Eris, despite how infuriating he was. You informed Rhys and the others of what happened, and your brother promised to look into it. But as the evening passed, anxiety gnawed at you. Once you went back to your apartment in the city and were about to change into more comfortable clothes, a voice startled you “Were you worried about me?” Even without seeing him, you knew the bastard was smirking.

You flicked the light on and turned to find him lounging in your chair, his posture lazy, but his eyes sharp “What the hell are you doing here, Vanserra?”

“Oh, ‘Hey Eris, I’m glad you’re alive and thank you for saving my life’” he mocked, mimicking your voice with a dramatic wave of his hand.

You crossed your arms “I could’ve handled Tamlin. I didn’t want to start another war with everything that’s going on. I hope you didn’t either.”

“Ah, don’t worry. We had a friendly chat.”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously “What did you do to him, Vanserra?”

“Nothing, I promise. He’s alive” He raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression one of fake innocence.

“Why are you here?” you asked, tired of the games.

“Our friendly chat was interrupted” he said casually, standing up from the chair with a slow grace.

“I believe I conveyed the message. If you’re here to pick up your soldiers, you’re talking to the wrong sibling.”

His lips twitched “Where is your sense of hospitality, sweetheart?”

“I only ever invite my friends over.”

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically “You wound me.” Then, his expression shifted back to serious “Just bring the soldiers to the Autumn Court border tomorrow, I’ll meet you there. And come alone” he strode past you slowly, letting his fingers brush against yours as he took in the scent of your hair.

—-

“You’re late, sweetheart” Eris drawled, sharpening his knife, not meeting your eyes.

“Had to keep you on your toes” you replied, handing over the two soldiers. He finally looked up at you. A smile involuntarily tugged at his lips, but it vanished quickly as you said “Our work here is done. See you at the next sign of trouble.”

He hesitated before speaking “Wait… do you want to come over for tea?”

Your brow arched in surprise “Over as in your place? The two of us? Drinking tea? Together?”

“Yes” he replied, confusion flickering in his eyes “It’s just tea.”

“It’s never just tea with you” you crossed your arms, trying to decrypt what his intention was.

He sighed, his frustration seeping through “Never mind, just forget it.” He shook his head, the cold, indifferent mask slipping back on.

He was just trying to be friendly- nice, since you had always seen him as a heartless villain. But in reality, this was just a mask you could hide behind instead of facing your true feelings.

“Right. I’ll see you around, Vanserra. Just don’t cause trouble.”

His smirk returned, insufferable as ever “I’ll try.”

—

Months had passed since you last saw Eris, but finally he’d attend the Winter Solstice ball.

He had been formal all evening, offering polite congratulations to Rhys and Feyre on their baby news. He hadn’t even glanced your way, until now.

“May I?” Eris extended his hand, asking you to dance. You had remained formal as well and nodded slightly, accepting his offer and taking his adm.

And there it was, his devilish smirk slowly returning as he led you to the floor.

“I see you managed to remain formal this evening” you remarked.

“And when am I not, sweetheart?” he asked, his smirk deepening.

“Every time I’m dealing with you” you shot back, tilting your head to see his reaction.

“Ah! That.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re the only person I’m not formal with” he admitted just as the music began. Slowly, he slid his arm from your grasp, and with a subtle pull, he drew you in closer. In one fluid motion, you found yourself face to face with him, his hand resting firmly at your waist, the warmth of his touch lingering through the fabric. He took your other hand and intertwined it with his.

You swallowed hardly as your eyes met his. This was the first time the two of you got this close. You wanted to ask why, but in your heart you already knew. And if he said it out loud, you weren’t sure how you’d handle it. So instead, you changed the subject “How are your men?”

He was silent for a moment as the both of you swayed. His gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual, then he let out a small hum of amusement, aware of your attempt to steer the conversation in a different direction. “My men are fine. How are your brute friends?” The truth is he didn't care in the slightest. But if you were going down that route, then he would follow.

“Hmm. You asking about Az and Cas? That’s weird. Are you sure you’re not ill or something?” you teased with a smirk appearing on your face.

“Quit the games, Y/n” he said, his voice steady, confident.

“And what would you rather have me do?” You asked and he twirled you around effortlessly before pulling you back in closer than before. The way he had so much control over your body.

Leaning in, his voice dropped to a slow, nonchalant drawl, his tone cool and unbothered “l’d have plenty of things for you to do.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you managed to stay composed. You slightly pulled back to look him in the eyes “Now who’s playing games?”

“I’m not” he replied, his tone sincere. You searched his eyes for a hint of deception, but you found none. Shit, this had thrown you off guard. You had no quick retort, nothing clever to say. You had to think of something, and quickly.

Desperate for an out, you blurted “We’re having a family breakfast tomorrow. You should come” as soon as the words came out of your mouth, you regretted them. What the hell were you thinking inviting him to breakfast with Rhys and the Inner Circle? They all hate him and would demand an explanation as to why Eris was even invited. “As an ally…of course. You could…solidify your relationship…partnership? with my brother…a-and the rest… I guess?” instead of making the situation better, you just kept on babbling and made it even worse. You winced internally at how dumb you sounded.

“I don’t think I’d be welcome” he paused for a moment, studying you. Of course he knew you didn’t mean it when you invited him, but the bastard couldn’t miss an opportunity like that. You could see the amusement in his eyes as he continued “But since you asked so nicely, I’ll be there” he grinned wickedly.

That fucker! He had you in a chokehold. There was nothing you could do, there was no way out now…unless you wanted to admit defeat.

[talkin-tdc]

Alex Kent Family AU

Somebody please recommend me fics/any media of this already existing but I’ve been having an AU based on the new Superman movie that’s been haunting me so I gotta get it out on here and hopefully a few people can see my vision lol. And to get it out of the way no this would obviously never happen in cannon I just think it’d be cool.

So specifically this takes place right after the movie. A prosecutor and attorney have a meeting with Luthor at Arkham face to face being like, “So you have two options here. You can have A, life in prison, or B, 2 years probation at this farm in the middle of nowhere without any electronics whatsoever. If after the two year period you’re deemed well…redeemed, you can live back in society and get Luthor corp back.”

He’s all like, “3 million dollars and that’s all you can get me?” And the defense attorney is like, “Um you almost destroyed the whole world. It was a miracle I could even get you out of Arkham in the first place! You wanna have your day in court alone, fine pal. Good luck convincing them you’re anything more than a psychotic lunatic who tried to kill the most beloved superhero in America right now.”

He then asks the prosecutor why even offer such a deal if he’s such a danger and she goes, “Well, Superman actually advocated your release since he thinks your mind can be used for good. Plus, if he can’t keep you in check, it’s not my position on the line. He promised to take full responsibility if you still can’t do it.”

He shots up from the table like, “Oh well if I wasn’t gonna take this deal before NOW I never am!” But his lawyer tries to argue that he can get his business off the ground again and help all the employees his company had to lay off/build up the company back as it took a massive hit. He doesn’t seemed swayed by the argument. The prosecutor points out he could likely continue his biological experimentation she heard about on the news which he obviously can’t in Arkham and that’s what gets him to, after a very long moment of hesitation, agree.

He asks what farm he’s gonna be at and they explain it was a lottery system and a farm in Smallville won the lucky ticket. He asks who owns it and they’re like “The Kents.” And he’s like “Oh great…” since he’s done his research on Superman’s little reporter and knows that’s where he’s from/his parents own that farm.

He’s dropped off there that night and his attorney explains they need three things to prove he can reenter society. 1, Superman obsession is gone and his obsessed personality in general. 2, he won’t manipulate people. 3, he wants to genuinely use his resources for good. He asks if Superman came up with the list but the attorney is gone before he gets an answer.

He walks up the creaky wood steps of the porch and rings annoyingly loud doorbell. After waiting a few minutes he’s about to knock when an elderly woman comes to the door. She welcomes him in and apologizes since they didn’t expect him so soon. Her husband is in the kitchen reading the paper in the middle of the night with some coffee and barely gives him a nod. Luthor notes he’s the silent type like his father. Just perfect. Not like there was any other farm that could’ve won but the one who had two elderly parents with a son who loved Superman.

She introduces herself as Martha and goes to shake his hand. Luthor does so in return (telling her to call him Lex), but wipes his hand on his pants when he’s done. She leads him to the attic and yep, just as dingey and dungeony as he thought, cob webs galore. For a moment he wonders if this really is better than Arkham.

Martha offers him food or drink but he declines. She heads downstairs and he can hear a muffled argument about him “not giving Martha proper respect” or something along those lines. He just sighs and lays on the sad lumpy mattress in the middle of the room. He can tell he’ll just hate it there, but he doesn’t have much to do besides plot what he’ll do when he “proves” himself and gets back to the things that actually matter.

In the morning he’s awoken bright and early for a big breakfast (yes it’s midwestern but think Southern). Even though it’s a feast he mostly picks at his food, noting in his mind it’s not even close to what his personal chief used to prepare. Martha notes she can see why he’s so skinny since all the fancy restaurants don’t serve big portions or make ‘em like she does. He only scoffs and picks at the food. The man gives her a look but she just turns away to make more. Maybe some pancakes will get the stubborn man to open up. No one could resist her recipe.

Eventually the man, who Lex learns is named Johnathan, gets up and heads out the door, gesturing for Lex to come too. Lex is kinda like, “What does he want…?” And Martha’s like, “Well we some old folk around these parts. Haven’t had help in years. Some young work would do this farm good.”

He’s like, “You can’t be serious…” and Johnathan gives him a look like, ‘If you wanna prove your sound of mind to the court, we are.’ Lex sighs but goes along with it.

What follows is days of big breakfasts, challenging farm labor, and Lex talking John’s ear off since he literally has no one to bounce ideas off of anymore. It gets frustrating for both, to give so many thoughts and ideas to a man who never seems to utter a word back. Lex goes on about how he could make x this % better with technology. The cows would produce more with updated equipment. He was thinking of a better method to automate harvest. He even at one point suggests he could make a flying tractor so the Kents would maaaaaaybe just sign some paperwork possibly telling the court he didn’t need a two year sentence.

John loses it when one day him and the skinny boy are getting water and Lex goes, “I’m a biological engineer before anything really. I bet I account for every possible variable that would happen during animal birth and make an advanced algorithm that could tell us when and how every cafe on the planet would be born and-“

And John just slams the buckets he’s carrying on the grass and shouts, “YOUR DAMN VARIABLES CAN’T ACCOUNT FOR EVERYTHING!!!” It just dead silence for a few minutes as Lex is literally frozen. Not only has no body ever yelled at him in his silver spoon fed life, but he’s never heard the man speak. Even Martha was the one who had to tell Lex Johnathan’s name. He honestly tears up for a minute in his mind being like ‘I always try to help people but they never appreciate it even when I’m trying to help. I always do something wrong, mess something up so people hate me. If the man I’ve been talking to for the last few days hates me already, what’s even the point?’

Johnathan comes to see Lex’s reaction and realizes he’s sensitive similar to Clark. He sighs, puts a hand on Lex’s shoulder and apologizes, but says he was hoping some of the chores would’ve gotten through to Lex by then. Lex snaps out of his self doubt and is like, “What do the chores have to do with this?” And Johnathan explains he was trying to get Lex to see that not everything needs to be improved upon and that sometimes natures/traditional ways have their merit. That algorithms can’t explain everything and it takes dedication, experience, and listening to others as well.

Lex is like, “But I wasn’t good at them.” And Johnathan said it was his original plan for the days that followed to help Lex with the chores to show him how listening to others/gaining experience and teamwork could help with those, he thinks he had something better in mind and says to meet him in the barn in the morning since he did show tough and grit by even doing half of them at his size.

In the morning he goes to the rundown barn and what awaits him his a very pregnant cow and Johnathan being like, “You’re gonna help me deliver it.” And Lex going like, “WHAT?!?” And freaking out because he doesn’t know how to deliver a cow! There’s not a training manual he could study and he’d experimented with living beings but he was making life from nothing, not delivering it!

Johnathan helps him through the process and after blood, sweat, lots of screaming, and a few tears, the baby was born. Martha goes over to see the commotion and Lex lifts the light, defenseless cafe in his arms and is like, “I didn’t create it.” But Martha goes, “Well, sweetheart, maybe naught. But ya did one fine job of bringing it into the world.” Then she playfully hits John’s shoulder all, “And you got this old man to talk. I couldn’t till our third date! That’s a win if eye ever saw one.”

Over the next few months he begins to grow fond of the couple. He helps with more farm work, learning how to use equipment, harvest, feed livestock, clean the barn. Eventually he does get to clean out his room and get a bed frame, lamp, and other essentials, though he failed to talk them into getting him a laptop or phone or even an old style TV. He helped Martha around the house and cooking which he enjoyed, but his favorite thing ended up being when he got to go fishing with John. He had actually let Lex air out some of his ideas to him and while not agreeing with most, responding positively to some and telling him how to improve upon others. That long, soft conversation was one of Lex’s proudest moments there.

But laying in bed alone at nights, it bothered him how good the Kents were and made him reflect on his failings with his own parents. They weren’t bad people, they just had had…diverging paths. Paths which had led to them changing their last names and cutting all contact due to Lex’s vision for the world, not to mention his actions.

He tried not to think of it too often, emotional pain and…unnecessary feelings seemed to accompany him when he mulled over it for too long. But he did fear a bit. Not for his time on the farm to be over but what would happen if he got too attached. The Kents were likely the same. He tried to prepare for the inevitable of them cutting contact as well after he returned to Luthor Corp. It would hurt less this time that way.

After the fall came winter and winter meant the holidays. It meant they also couldn’t fish anymore, something that saddened Luthor though he’d rather die than admit to it. But he couldn’t focus on that. All he could put his attention on was that the holidays meant family. The holidays meant Clark Kent.

He hoped beyond hope that perhaps the man would’ve just forgotten or had a story he had to publish in the paper that would make him work through Christmas. So surprise surprise that didn’t happen and Lois’s family member had an emergency but they had planned to stay with Clark’s family that holiday. It wasn’t serious so she tells him not to worry and go have fun with his family.

He arrives at the snowy front door and Martha calls Lex down to meet him. He did his homework on the man while being obsessed with Clark’s best friend Supershit but it was one thing to study him, another to see the man in real life. The guy was huge with a capital H. He had to bend down when entering through the door and his head nearly touched the ceiling. He had dorky glasses that looked like they came from the 70s and curly black hair not to mention piercing blue eyes.

He greeted Lex with a hug smile, like an excited puppy dog. Lex gave him a deathly glare back, like a black cat saying, ‘Hello? Who are you? This is my house, who do you think you are?’.

He goes up and shakes Luthor’s hand really hard (Luthor’s surprised his arm didn’t fall off) and then the idiot goes and picks him up and hugs him and is all like, “THIS IS SO COOL I’VE ALWAYS WANTED A BROTHER AHHHH!!! YES!!!”

Luthor again is like, “EXCUSE ME? WHA- NO LET ME GO YOU IMBECILE OF A MAN!!” Johnathan convinces Clark to let him down and Clark’s all, “Oh can I take him out to play hockey? What about sleds. OMG I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do sleds with a sibling!! (Gasp) No, a snowball fight!” Johnathan’s like “You can take ‘em out if you don’t break ‘em.” And Luthor’s like, “UM I’m not a dog you take out to play?Or a child? I can speak for myself?!”

Martha says she’ll make them hot chocolate if they go and even though Luthor sees it as the waste of time it is, he has been eating some of Martha’s baking recently and if she makes hot chocolate she’s probably going to make cookies and she’ll only do that if he goes so he basically has no choice in the matter anyway.

What ensues is whacky shenanigans of Clark taking Lex to do all the things he wanted to do with siblings as a kid, talking about how he wished he had them but his parents were too old. In the shenanigans Lex finds out he’s bad with hockey, sledding is hard, and no matter how hard he tries he can’t even land a hit on Clark in a snowball fight. They come back to the hot chocolate and cookies and Lex can’t help but fume at losing and fumbling around.

Not to mention at home is even worse. Instead of all the attention he’d been receiving the past few months, Clark takes it all. He gets their hugs, their affection, something Lex didn’t even know he could be jealous of since it wasn’t like he was receiving any of it or wanted it before. Well…perhaps that wasn’t all true. But he still couldn’t help his stewing over every time they fawned over the brainless idiot. Yet even still he couldn’t come to hate the man, like his parents he was excessively kind and trusting. He offered Lex his room when not there and even suggested he moved down from the attic (an offer Lex overwhelmingly refused) and helped with farm chores, donated to the poor during the holiday, as well as climb a tree to put baby birds back in their nest. It all just served to increase Lex’s anger and resentment.

Even more maddening is that as the Christmas week goes on Clark seems oblivious to his hate and keeps referring to him as his ‘little brother’ since he was probably ‘technically younger’. Lex had stopped bothering to tell him to quit it the first ten times he had asked to just be called by his name.

Well eventually they’re all watching some sappy family Christmas movie (think like prep and landing), and Clark says something about being brothers and Lex just snaps. He’s like, “No! I’m just a guest. It’s nice of the Clarks to be okay with me living here but that doesn’t make you anything to me. Plus I’m pretty sure I’m like five months older than you anyway?? But anyway I don’t need any of this. Stop being weird and start acting normal. Go back to interviewing that Supershit if that’s all you’re good for.”

Before anything else can happen Lex sulks and goes up to the attic, shutting the stairs and glaring at a poster on his wall. Downstairs the Kents console Clark who’s really upset Lex doesn’t like him since it wasn’t at all how he envisioned it going. His parents say Lex is one who takes time and that he’ll come around but Clark isn’t so sure. Clark goes to his own room and calls Lois all hurt like, “I can’t believe he doesn’t like me! I thought I was doing good but he hates me. I wanted to help…” And Lois is all, “I can imagine you got too overexcited over everything again and overwhelmed him. Remember how we were when we first started dating? Your parents are right. Give him space and time and don’t shove everything in his face all at once and he’ll come around. You don’t force things like this.”

Lex hears the call through the walls and feels a bit guilty. He opens his hatch and from the hallway is like, “I mean I don’t hate you per se.” And Clark is over there in seconds climbing the ladder with his puppy dog eyes being like, “REALLY!?! : )”

Lois is left hearing nothing on the bed (Clark left his phone there and forgot to hang up lol), and Lex is like, “Well yeah, but your friend is right. You should exercise some self control once in your life. But anyway…I suppose I could try to befriend you. It makes things easier for your parents if nothing else.” And Clark is literally squealing like, “REALLY!?! : D” but Lex goes, “You didn’t let me FINISH. We can be friends if you stop interviewing Supershit because I don’t want to hear anything about him ever again AND if you drop the stupid brother thing. Especially because I’m technically older.” Clark goes, “Well you look smaller and skinnier so I think I just assumed-“

Lex offers him a hand like, “Is it a deal or not?” Clark goes, “If you actually give being friends a shot and brothers eventually AND you move out of the attic to share a room with me and can use it when I’m not here, then sure.” They shake and then Clark is like, “I also get exclusive rights to interview you if I can’t do Superman.”

Lex roles his eyes like, “That’s not how a business contract goes you can’t just add things after-“ but it’s too late as he’s dragged down to the hallway and lifted in a bone crushing hug. Martha and John kinda snicker at them downstairs and Lex is sure to end the hug as soon as he’s able and pretend like nothing happened.

He does move downstairs the next day though. Half of the room stays blue the other Lex paints green himself and puts up posters of prominent scientists and a nerdy band he liked back in the day. Initially he tried to do the duck tap on the floor thing where no one crosses the line but it quickly devolves as Clark crosses every conceivable boundary.

It’s an ongoing conversation but Clark does eventually mellow out a bit/basically go to treating Lex like he would a real brother/family. He actually ends up calling Lex Alex and Lex asks why. Clark says it’s to distance himself from the bad stuff Lex did and start fresh in a sense, also because he can then technically call him Al and make him sound like he has an old man name. Lex pushes back saying Clark isn’t any better (and actually worse) of an old man name but he lets it go. Eventually it sticks and around the farm he’s known as Alex, something he’d take on later to separate his work/billionaire life with farm/home life.

The rest of the holidays go well. Clark takes Alex to spots he frequently went to as a kid and comments about how things have changed. One spot they visit is actually a comic book store. They go back to the farm and Christmas was good, Martha made an amazing ham dinner and they fill Alex in on some family lore stuff/about Lois. Like when Johnathan saved the farm with a blue ribbon from winning a pig competition one year which ended up being worth a lot of money. Or when Clark once apparently ran into a burning building to save a cat. Considering what he saw with the bird, Alex wasn’t surprised.

They ask Alex about his own family and he’s like “Oh well really not much to tell. I mean we never had a meal like this before, like this is a lot of food for four people. Our portions were way smaller. Not to mention we didn’t really talk much during dinner. I mean, I guess we did about stock markets sometimes or my science experiments but really nothing big. Background…I really don’t know too much it never…” he almost stopped himself till going on a bit quieter, “it never interested me…”

Alex is a bit despondent after that as he realized yeah he never was interested. He didn’t talk to his parents even when they had tried. There wasn’t anything that piqued him, not his history not their status, nothing. He remembered many times his father and mother would shower him with accolades for his success and ask the technicalities but he’d just brush them off, not matter what interest they’d shown in him. He never showed it back.

He shakes off the thought and just continues conversing since there honestly wasn’t much he could do at that point. He was pleasantly surprised when Clark seemed to know a bit about philosophy, particularly Utilitarianism and similar theories. Even Johnathan seemed to chime in into their friendly debate. He didn’t take Clark for much of an intellectual, he wondered if he had judged others wrongly for how they looked and dismissed them too early. He also finds it rather amusing when Clark comments that he and Lex are like the Wright brothers or the Lewis and Clark expedition. Two famous brothers, pioneers of a better future.

But dinner gets done, they go to sleep, have Christmas and New Year’s, and before Alex knows it Clark has to leave. He hugs his parents and turns to leave and Alex is all offended like “Hello?!? Where’s my hug Clark?!? You’re never getting an interview with me this way.” And at first Clark is like, “I can interview you?” Then, “So you’re okay without space?” And then, “Yay, hug!” And he lifts Alex into the air again to hug him. Clark will have to work on making it less bone crushing but finally puts him down and the fam is like, “Be safe” and Clark is all “I will!”

The months after Alex begins helping the townsfolk with things as well as enrolling in therapy and making small Johnathan approved enchantments around the farm. He improves a coffee maker at a local coffee shop, gives teachers a small robo assistant at the local daycare, and makes renewable crops at the farm which can do two harvests in one day (though they’re only up for one season to not mess with the soil). Clark occasionally comes to visit and have more fun with Alex and help out the farm in that time. He also said he hasn’t interviewed Superman and as Alex was advised to by his therapist, takes it at face value instead of trying to find out if it was true or not.

The next Christmas comes far earlier than expected and in that time Alex actually found a way to make kryptonite. A few weeks before he gives it in a necklace to Martha and Johnathan to wear and one time when Lois went to the farm to pick Clark up something he left gives her two necklaces and is like, “Make sure Clark wears his! Oh and tell him to pick me up that strawberry soda from the city his next visit. Thank youuuu.” (Again not to Alex’s knowledge but the rock is thrown away when Lois gets home and they paint shiny new necklaces since Clark doesn’t want Alex’s feelings hurt. Lois pressures him on when he plans to tell Alex but he says he’ll do it when his sentence is done).

But anyway then it’s actually Christmas and Clark and Lois visit them Christmas Eve and plan to spend Christmas Day with Lois’s family. Alex gives the Kents their presents early, specially designed suits (think iron man). They come with heating, the ability to fly, and lasers at the palm of their hands. He also made Clark a pen that can link to his nural network so he can write whatever he’s thinking instead of having to write or type it. Johnathan laughs like “Ooooh, so that’s what you did with the tractor!” And Alex is like, “That’s the best part! Look outside.” They all go outside and see that the tractor is levitating off the ground.

Clark’s all, “OMG WE HAVE TO TAKE IT FOR A TEST DRIVE NOW!! CAN WE PA CAN WE???” And Johnathan’s all, “ALEX WHAT THE FREAK DID YOU DO TO MY GOSH DARN TRACTOR!” Alex hands him a credit card, nonchalantly says, “This should cover it.” For John to get a new tractor and he, Clark and Lois try it out. It was indeed awesome.

After all that the topic of “What’re you gonna do when the times up?” comes up. The Kents offer him to stay as long as he needs but Alex does want to be Lex again and run his own company, but he is worried about becoming crazy again, even if his therapist classified it as a bit irrational. Clark is all “You can stay with me and Lois till you feel comfortable by yourself! That way you can stay there then go back to the farm when you want until you’re ready for your own place again.” And Lois is all “Excusemewhat?” And Alex is “Not a terrible idea if you have a guest room sure.” “Great because we got the court to lessen your sentence and technically you’re free to go whenever!”

Alex kinda sits there like whaaaaaaat? Johnathan asks if he can keep the card and Alex says he can put as many charges on it as he wants. Martha tears up and hugs him like “My baby! We’ll miss youuuuu.” Takes Alex a bit to process but after snapping back to reality he’s like “Okay.” So the next week he reminisces about his time at the farm, how far he’s grown, and is moved into Clark/Lois’s spare room. It’s an adjustment, but nothing he can’t handle. He stays in therapy, conducts his mega corporation remotely, and spends more time with Clark. He gives up on dating literally forever because nope that hurt too much and decides to focus on his career/family rather than pursue other opportunities.

During his stay Clark’s reader numbers decline. Now that he can’t interview Superman, less people are interested in reading his work. Alex won’t stand for it so he offers Clark the chance to interview him, ‘Lex Luthor, Bad Guy Gone Good.’ He takes Clark to do rich people things like fancy restaurants and operas and other things for the interview as well as pointing out the good Luthor corps now does funding hospitals and making charities while turning a profit.

When it’s done it does draw more attention so Luthor offers to help once again by making it so Clark can interview Batman. Clark is hesitant, he’s worried people don’t want to read his stories and will just know him as the ‘guy who interviews billionaires’ like he was the ‘guy who interviewed Superman.’ That he isn’t as good as the other reporters. Luthor tells him not to worry, that he’s read the others and he likes Clark’s the best since instead of sensationalizing things he actually tells the truth and doesn’t sway form his moral code while other reporters chase what’s popular. That if anything, he might give rich people a run for their money and a harder time than most since he doesn’t faun over them or their wealth but asks “Why aren’t you helping more people with all your wealth?”.

Clark thanks Alex for the pep talk and goes with him to Gotham to meet Alex’s connection: Bruce Wayne. Now Bruce, as a detective, immediately notices something is up with this reporter Luthor brings to interview him. He fits Superman’s physical description (minus the glasses), eye color, hair color, and from what Bats has read is VERY altruistic and positive, seemingly toxically so. Bruce finds it all too ironic, someone so noble, so positive, so kind, was being cruel to one who loved and looked up to him so much (evident when Luthor talked positively about Clark nonstop).

He asks Luthor for some privacy and Lex obliges, going to meet with some Wayne reps to possibly do a deal to help the police presence in Gotham. Bruce immediately grills Clark and it doesn’t take long for him to admit that yes he’s Superman and the green necklace is an emerald decoy. Bruce is unsure about how the necklaces factors in but does call out Clark for Alex’s ignorance on the Superman issue. Clark insists he’s going to tell him soon, but asks Bruce why he’s concerned/what a Superhero’s business has to do with him.

Long story short Bruce reveals he’s Batman and he’s trying to assemble a team of Supers to protect the world. The other members of the task force seem to distrust Superman the most due to the video of Clark’s biological parents but since he’s the one with the most public support and pure power they need him the most. He says he’s got the other Supers to agree to a three month training camp to learn to fight better and trust each other more.

Initially, Clark tries to refuse. He’s seen other hero teams like the Justice Gang and they seem to be petty and squabble or make a mess when important issues need to be solved. He doesn’t wanna be apart of something that devolves into that. Batman assures him it’ll be different as he feels their more serious personalities would mesh better together not to mention they’d work more closely for a common goal of saving the world not just one city but all of them. After laying out logistics of how they’d protect their cities without them (giving them to lower level heros who can prove themselves), he think it’d work. It took a lot of convincing but eventually Clark agreed too.

Once back at the apartment with Alex and Lois he sits them down and explains that Bruce offered him a chance to go to a remote location and write on the development of a secret supers team that was going to take it upon themselves to protect Earth to go public. Lois is aware its code for “I’m joining a superhero team” but Alex is all against it like “I thought you didn’t wanna be the superhero interview guy and they’re dangerous! What if Superman is there and kills you to make Lois apart of his harem? What if Batman accidentally throws a batarang in your face? What if wonder woman is there and she like…explodes you with her mind or something?”

Clark assures him it’s safe and not to worry. Lois says she’ll miss him but it’ll be for the best. Alex is still upset but sighs and agrees. They get him packed, he kisses Lois goodbye, gives Lex a good squeeze goodbye, tells them he loves them, and leaves.

In that time Luthor moves back to his old apartment…well penthouse. It felt much emptier than before. He calls Martha and Johnathan frequently to see how the farm is. He tries to call Clark but there’s never an answer.

After the three months Alex gets antsy. A day goes by, then two. Then three. He calls Lois and asks if he’s back yet, to which she tells him not to worry and that maybe the Sups needed a bit more training. He concedes and hangs up…till a week goes by. Nope, no stoping his worry spiral anymore he needed to see Clark now. Those supershits better pray it wasn’t in a body bag or they’d end up in one alongside him. No. Perhaps he’d make their deaths even more agonizingly slow and painful. In fact, he knew that’s exactly what he’d do if anything happened to his brother.

He gets on the Supersuit he made for himself though it was after he had gotten Luthor Corps back so the technology was more advanced. He had been meaning to update the others but Martha and John loved them so much he could barely get his hands on the tech whenever he visited. They had also housed a white dog Clark had been watching and Krypto seemed to make fast friends with Alex. He’d have to remember to get the dog a meat bone on his and Clark’s way back.

Alex hears a phone rings and Luthor’s suit pulls up a call from Lois. He answers and she asks where he is since she was at the entrance to his penthouse and was going to check in to see if he was okay since their last call. He’s like “Actually I’m not home I’m going to get Clark.” She’s like “Umm what?” And he goes “Yeah I put nano tech in his, Martha, John, and your blood. In case of emergency. So can’t talk gotta go save Clark, bye!”

Hangs up on her and flies in the air till he finally finds the head out. He busts in and starts messing stuff up. “WHERE. IS. MY. BROTHERRRRR?” Wonder Woman, Batman, and the Flash and Wasp are like “Your who? Who even are you?” Then Supershit flies to see the commotion and Lex is all geared up “Oh I’ve been ready for this!”

Instead of attacking the heros and their training equipment all he can focus on is Superman. He beats him, makes him hurt like he probably did Clark. Beats him over and over till he sees blood. The idiot doesn’t even fight back, he takes it. It was…a bit strange, so much so Alex stopped for a moment. It was almost like…Superman felt bad for something? Good. Cause he should. He should feel bad for whatever was keeping Clark…if he was hurt…Alex didn’t know what he would do next.

Alex eventually takes out a necklace and holds it up to Superman, the same as the necklaces he gave to the Kents and Lois, this one for himself. He shouts at Superman to tell him where Clark is, what did he do with him? Is he alive? Is he hurt? If he didn’t anything to Clark Lex promised he’d reduce the place to rubble!

As the stone gets closer and Lex can see Superman’s veins, suddenly with a bought of strength, Superman pushes the thing away by its golden chain. He’s sobbing from the pain and puts on glasses, breathing heavily. “Alex…it’s me…”

“no…n-no…no- NO!” Alex shots up and away, sobbing as he flies to the only place he feels safe. After a short recovery time, Clark flies quickly after him, right on his tail and trails him until they descend.

“YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” Alex still cries as the wind takes his tears, “SO WHAT WAS IT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THEN?!? HOW LONG WHERE YOU GOING TO LIE TO ME?!?” “I DIDN’T WANT TO I HAD TO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! Please, Alex let’s talk, I’m sorry! It’s just- we got so close so fast I couldn’t…THERE WASN’T A RIGHT TIME!” “YOU COULD HAVE MADE ONE!!”

Eventually they land on the farm, both tired from flying and Clark especially from the kryptonite shoved in his face, still begging Alex to let him explain as Alex was holding back tears and failing to hold himself tight enough. “You could’ve told me but you didn’t…” “But please I can…there’s more to it than that…” “More? Oh is the dog Superman too now?!”

Krypot always knew how to appear at just the wrong time, and that was in the hallway right beneath the attic entrance. Clark tries to protest that they talk it out but Alex isn’t having any of it, opening the attic door and saying he’s taking Krypto with him. He goes up, shuts it behind him, and sobs with Krypto in his lap. The dog comforts him while Martha notices what’s going on and sees Clark’s state so takes him outside, thinking reflect sunlight is probably better than none.

When Clark feels ready, he knocks on the attic ceciling door, only to get knocked in the face when it opens. Luthor doesn’t apologize just goes into a corner as Krypto leaps out of his lap and floats to the main house. Alex sniffles as Superman pops his head up and enters.

“Was any of it even real?” Lex questions as Superman feels helpless to do anything, “Was Clark even real…? Was any of what I shared with you even real?” “OF COURSE IT WAS! Alex, this doesn’t change anything! It’s me, it’s Clark!” He floats up into the attic and goes over, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Alex you know me.”

Lex flicks off the hand and finally loses it and breaks down with his tears, “I don’t know WHAT I know anymore! I thought I could finally trust again! Wouldn’t have to monitor someone every single second of every single damn day to know that they CARED! That I finally wouldn’t have to constantly look over my shoulder to see whether or not I was being BETRAYED BY THOSE CLOSEST TO ME! BY MY GIRLFRIEND, BY MY FLESH AND BLOOD! I never imagined Clark, that the danger, would be you!”

“To be fair, didn’t you put some nano technology gizmo into me to find me? I know you don’t have the spies anymore so not many ways you could’ve known where I was.” He just gives Clark a death glare, “Okay F you dude.” He bites back as he curles himself into a corner luckily not filled with rusty nails. “That was for safety this is different! I think I would’ve accepted anything else!” Clark just glares back like, “Well golly-gee I wonder then why it was so F-ing hard for me to tell, Alex! Oh wait, yeah that’s literally the exact reason! Don’t act like this was the easiest thing for me either!”

He shots up and faces Clark head on as Clark’s still in his Superman suit, “Are you seriously suggesting that YOU are the one who had a hard time with this?!” “Well I wasn’t the one who stole Krypto and ripped a hole in a pocket dimension!” “WELL IM NOT THE ONE WHO LIED ABOUT BEING YOUR ARCH RIVAL WHO TRIED TO RUIN YOUR LIFE, YOU ALIEN SUPERSHIT KRYPTONITE!” “WELL IM NOT THE ONE WHO TURNED INTO A SUPERVILLAIN AND BECAME IRREDEEMABLE AND MADE EVERYONE HATE HIM IN THE DAMN FIRST PLACE!”

Martha hears the scream and sees them about to come to blows through the screaming and crying and she’s all, “K so you guys need more time to chill. Clark, go rest in your bed and Luthor, either do farm chores to blow off steam or you can sleep in here or in your and Clark’s room.”

Clark leaves again to cool off and Luthor decides to go to the treehouse Clark had shown him on one of their ‘expeditions’ around town as Clark liked to call them. He sat there, ruminating over it all and reflecting over what Clar-…what Superman had said. Yes, he had kidnapped and planned to murder Krypto. Yes, he did kill a good man who had a future ahead of him and a life to live for. Yes, he kidnapped a baby to imprison his father to make a deadly substance to kill a superhero. Well, if he was honest that last one was technically altruistic in his eyes but…oh it didn’t matter. Not now.

His mind harkened back to his therapy sessions as he tried to come up with useful things she would say in the situation. He distinctly envisioned a time he had relayed to her his fear that his new…found family of sorts would abandon him or hurt him in some way. She hadn’t lied, said there was always a possibility to be hurt by others because other people where human like him and made mistakes. She encouraged him in that moment to think of the good times with Clark and the Kents and the bad ones, and think about which overall he had experienced more of and if that led to them having an overall more positive or negative impact on his life and future endeavors.

He knew the answer back then, of course, even in denial he likely knew it now about Clark. That didn’t make it sting any less. Was all the potential hurt and pain really worth all of the suffering he had to go through? All for their affections and the hope that maybe they’d be the ones to stay by his side?

He heard the ladder of the treehouse shift, but instead of the big burly man he expected, an elderly one popped his head up and climbed up the tree, “Whew, not as young as eye use ta be, ah tell ya that much.” The comment was probably meant to make Alex laugh, truly he did feel his shoulder unwind a bit, but his mouth didn’t unclench and he stayed huddled up in the wooden house in the air. “Just go away. Why bother me anyway? What’s the use of any of this?”

The man’s eyes grew big. He hesitated for a moment, till something seemed to be caught in his throat as he sat down next to the younger man, “Ma wants her boys back under one roof, Alex. An Eye ain’t leaving this here tree without you.” Luthor couldn’t help as the tears began pouring out once more, “What if Clark can’t forgive me for everything though? What if…” his lip grew wet as another sob came on, “what if he was pretending the whole time just so I wouldn’t turn back to Lex Luthor? What if he never cared for Alex in the first place?”

“Well now, if that ain’t the most unintelligent thang I ever done did hear ya say, Mr. Bio-logical scientist.” Alex darted his eyes away but his Pa merely playfully shook his shoulder, his lips all but saying, ‘Come on now.’ “Clark don’t do things as Clark if he don’t care for ‘em. He do things as Superman ta scare the bad men or blow off steam, not much care ‘hind it. He does the real important thangs to him ‘as Clark, that the side he show people he cares ‘bout. An’ you, Alex? Sides Lois, Eye wouldn’t say there’s anyone he cares more fer than you.”

Alex took a second to mull it over. It slowly started making sense to him, how important to Clark he really was despite anything. How Clark truly believed they could be brothers, that there was a place for Alex, all of him, Lex included, in his family. Johnathan lightly shook Alex’s shoulder, extending his hand to him. Together, they descended, Lex marching with determination toward the house.

Physically, Clark recovered quickly, but emotionally was a separate story. He couldn’t believe after all that time Alex would just throw him away like some sorta super trash. His mother tended to his wounds, both feeling too weak about the whole situation to speak. It was then they heard the door downstairs open as it seemed Alex and Pa were back. Clark turned away from his mother as Alex entered, not caring about the sting of the alcohol she has applied.

With little else to do, Martha left, whispering to both a sharp, ‘Apologize to your brother’ as she did so. Lex tried to kneel down in front of him but Clark just moved his legs to the other side of the bed. He finally just sat beside him, Clark having no where else to escape him really except flying away if he wanted. Both slumped down sideways on the blue bed, something both were accustom too as they had done it in the past when brainstorming ideas for Luthor corps or interviews.

“Do you…hate me?” He heard Clark ask after a long silence, “I don’t hate you. God Clark, I was mad but I didn’t hate you even for a second.” He turned his head to look into Clark’s piercing eyes, “Do you…hate me after all I did? It’d certainly be easier…” Clark gave him a wet, sad smile, “No, not even for a minute.”

No words were said as both got up and simply hugged each other, held on as if worried the other would change their mind. After a good long cry in each other’s arms, Alex began to finally take a breath and be able to speak again, “I’m sorry I called you SuperShit.” Clark gave a small laugh, “I’m sorry I threw everything from back then in your face when it’s in the past…”

They say that way for a while, till going to their original positions on the bed, “it’s amazing how you can forgive me. Stupid, but amazing.” Clark just rolled his eyes, “Not amazing as you still trusting us and not trying to like, live in the middle of the woods with no human contact for the rest of your life. I think if I had your struggles that’s what I’d do.”

They generally talk about life stuff and mutually assure to forgive each other and move on. After learning Clark’s identity, Alex officially, to the Kents at least, becomes Alex Kent.

A few years later, Lex isn’t super thrilled with how the justice league is going. He still worries for Clark not to mention the Leagues finances since starting the youth hero initiative. But they still make time to take the occasional ‘expedition’ around smallville or metropolis. He smiles as Clark walks into his office and offers him a go at a new coffee book shop he found. It’s supposed to be rustic, which, to Alex Kent, sounds roomy, warm, and…like home.

[dhruvkumaar]

How to read like a writer

If you’ve ever followed any Writergram accounts on Instagram or Twitter, I guess you’d have heard this advice—read like a writer.

People can’t stop glazing about how it’s one of the best pieces of advice any beginning writer could get, how it’s one of the most important skills to study prose and create your own, and all that. But, as you could’ve guessed, there’s a lot of unpacking to be done here.

What does it even mean to read like a writer? How’s it different from reading like a reader, or just for fun? And, how the frick do you even read like a writer?

I had to rant about something, and that’s the topic I’ve chosen today. So, here’s my two-cents on it.

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#01 - The Basics

So, what does it mean to read like a writer?

I believe that reading like a writer is a form of reading prose where you’re conscious of the artistic decisions the author makes throughout the piece. For example, if there’s a high-stakes action scene, probably a fight scene or something, and you notice that the average length of sentences has suddenly become shorter and punchier.

Firstly, you need to understand that there’s a lot of such artistic decisions that writers take while writing a piece. And, every writer does that. These decisions are primarily related to writing-style, but are also focused on the story-structure, character-development, themes, and more.

For clarity, let’s divide them into two types of decisions—micro-level decisions and macro-level decisions. Micro-level decisions would include the writing-style, scene-descriptions, and all that stuff. Primarily, stuff that you can notice on the very page itself. It’d relate to the sentences instead of the plot. Refer to the example above again—that’s a form of micro-level decision.

Macro-level decision would be an artistic decision where you need to complete the whole, or a big chunk, of the piece to point them out. Such macro-level decisions would relate to the plot instead of individual sentences. For example, the decisions they’ve made regarding the plot, characters, and the underlying themes of the prose.

I tried my best to make the distinction as clear as possible. I hope you guys understand them clearly.

Anyway, each type of artistic decision would need to be checked in a different manner, y’know. To analyze macro-level artistic decisions, you’d need to probably finish the whole novel and do some research and brainstorming related to the themes of the story and the way the author discussed those said themes in their work.

It takes some time to get into the head-space to analyze the story and its themes. And, you might need to recap the story in some form or the other, y’know. At least, I need a little recap. Because generally, it takes me months to complete a novel or TV series. Or manga series. Or anime. Or anything else I need to analyze.

… And that’s because I start a lot of stuff before I finish the previous ones. Not gonna lie, I’m reading around four-five novels at the moment, a couple of which are web-novels on RR, along with three manga series. Please don't ask me why I do that, I hate it myself.

Anyway, now onto the second type: the micro-level artistic decisions. This is where you need to be really conscious while reading the work. In fact, I believe that these forms of decisions are what people generally mean when they talk about reading like a writer.

Micro-level artistic decisions, like I said earlier, include sentence-structures and writing-style of the author. And yeah, it’s really easy to slip out.

I’d like to refer to my favorite lit-fic The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, as an example. Reading the work, you’d see that the style feels… barren. The scene-descriptions are a pain to read; the vocabulary is just too hard. But, vocabulary becomes a lot easier during dialogues. That’s because the scenes are a pain to see, while the characters are losing their power to communicate effectively. I talk about it in detail in a previous blog:

But, man, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Maybe that’s why McCarthy wrote the descriptions in this way—to symbolize the mental stress that the characters go through as they experience this world, this form of reality that they were not meant to be in.

And maybe the novel is so lacking in narrations because the characters’ minds have gone numb. They’re forgetting language. With almost zero human interaction most of the time, they are forgetting how to think and interact in words. You lose the skills you don’t really use anymore, y’know. And these guys are so obviously depressed, so they don’t think about the world. They are used to the sad reality they live in. No point in complaining how bad the food is if that’s all you’re gonna eat all your life.

So, a scarcity of narrations tell you a lot about the story and its characters. It reflects something, it symbolizes something.

Also, if you read about Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, you’d observe how the author’s writing-style is often bland and indifferent. That says something about the characters and the plot too—it keeps the readers detached from the story, forcing them to adopt a third-person POV where they can constantly judge the plot and the characters.

Understanding the micro-level artistic decisions also include understanding the different nuances in different authors’ style. For example, sometimes you’d see that authors write scene-transitions like this,

We talked it through, and decided that it’d be the best to continue the conversation once we’re in the safe vicinity of this house. School was dangerous for such serious conversations—what if somebody hears us out and report us to the police?

So, we shut up as we boarded the bus, and twenty minutes later, we were pulling through his house’s driveway. We both stepped outside and…

Personally, I’m not a big fan of such transitions. I’d rather use three asterisks instead, like I do with my blogs here.

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When to read like a writer and when not?

Yeah, that can be a mess. You don't need to have the writer's eye open every single time you’re reading something.

Personally, I use a trick. I only read like a writer when I feel that the piece is really different from the type of prose I generally consume, y’know. For example, I’m reading Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. The blurb says that the novel is narrated by Death, which is something quite interesting. Apparently, Death appears in the story as a character, acting as a third-person narrator.

However, the story is not third-person omniscient POV. Quite the opposite, actually, for we see the narration alternating between the thoughts of the protagonist and the all-knowing omniscient narrator Death, which makes the writing-style of the novel quite interesting.

So I read the book as a writer—all the way, I’m figuring out how the author masterfully blended both third-person limited and third-person omniscient narrative styles and used the best of both worlds to fully utilize both of them and paint such an amazing writing-style. I don't think I could ever pull that off, to be brutally honest. It’s just awesome what Zusak has pulled off in the prose.

Anyway, I derailed too much. The main point I was tryna make is that The Book Thief is different from what I usually consume—third-person limited POV web-novels. So, I do have to read like a writer. I probably won’t be reading like a writer if I was reading yet another RR web-novel or fantasy light-novel, y’know.

Another factor you might want to consider is if you like the prose or not. If you believe that you really love the novel and want to write something like it, you better study it a little. After all, you’d be writing what’s interesting to you.

A third factor: classics. If the prose is a classic, you might learn something from it. I mean, there must be some reason it’s stood the test of time, y’know, and people are still reading it. Yeah, sometimes, the style just seems outdated, and you likely won't be adapting it. But there are some gems in it too. The Great Gatsby is a really good novel to learn first-person POV.

… And that reminds me, I still haven’t finished The Great Gatsby either. Even though I’ve been reading it for more than a year.

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#03 - Conclusion

All of this might feel a little overwhelming for you guys. I can understand that.

I mean, that’s just too much information to think about, y’know. And you might not be able to catch up on most of them. Heck, you might not be able to understand any nuances between different authors’ styles at all!

But, just don't give up, pal. It’s kinda tough out here, yeah, but that’s alright. Keep reading, keep practicing it out. You’d get there.

Keep reading and keep writing. That’s all it takes to become a great writer. But, doing both your reading and writing mindfully is what matters the most.

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Meet you in the next blog. Till then, bye-byeee!

[manygeese]

Lost trio at IKEA for a reason unknown to both me and you ✨

~*~

“Why are we even at Ikea?” Leo grumbled, glaring at the dining table in front of him.

“We don’t have a table for our apartment yet and I’m not going to eat on the floor.” Jason pulled out a chair from its place to inspect it.

Piper snorted. “Yeah, Leo, he was raised by wolves, but he’s not gonna eat on the floor. Have you no shame, sir?”

Leo barked out a laugh at Piper’s fake British accent. He laughed harder when he saw Jason’s disgruntled pout.

“So, what’ll it be, Jace? The Nordviken or the Ingatorp?” Piper said, her voice dropping an octave when she said the names of the tables.

Jason furrowed his brow. “The what?”

Leo recovered his composure enough to point at the label on the table he was nearest to. “They’re the names of the tables, babe,”

“Oh. Um. The Ingatorp?”

Both Piper and Leo made an incorrect buzzer sound. “Wrong answer,” Piper supplied when she noticed Jason’s confused look. “It’ll look… let’s just say, out of place.”

“Yeah, the only place it’d look good in is a dumpster. I will not have it within three hundred feet of me.” Leo made a retching sound and pointed to his mouth like a kindergartner seeing their parents kiss.

Jason laughed. “You are, at best, three feet away from it right now. Better skedaddle.”

“Fine. If you don’t love me, you could’ve just said so.” Leo let out a dramatic sob. “Who says skedaddle anymore?” He added under his breath as he left the room, holding up a peace sign over his shoulder.

A moment of silence fell over Piper and Jason after Leo “skedaddled.” Piper sighed. “He’s gonna get lost, isn’t he?”

“Yup.”

“And we’re gonna have to go after him at some point?”

“Yup.”

“Do you just wanna get it over with?”

“Nope. I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to eat on the floor.”

~*~

Half an hour later, Jason and Piper were wandering around the store, looking for Leo. Jason was wheeling around a cart with the table he had chosen, and Piper was earning them odd stares from people as she yelled Leo’s name.

“If I was a little gremlin in Ikea, where would I be?” Piper mumbled.

Jason shrugged. “Every part of this store is a playground for him. I mean, there are basically furniture Lego sets on every shelf. He’s right at home.”

“Oh my gods, you’re right, he could be anywhere,” Piper lamented.

“Yup. I’m starting to regret not getting it over with.”

Piper closed her eyes and nodded as they turned the corner. When she opened them, she let out a sigh of relief.

Leo was facing away from them at the end of the aisle, holding a stuffed bear in front of him that was larger than his own torso. He seemed like he was in his own little world.

“Emilio Michelangelo Valdez,” Piper admonished.

Leo spun around with the bear still gathered close to his chest. “Oh! Hey guys. I was wondering when y’all would get here.”

Jason made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like growling.

“Chill, Jacey, don’t go all wolf on me. I know you’re trying to be more than your beginnings,” Leo said as he put a hand on Jason’s shoulder. He shoved the bear towards him. “Take the Djungelskog, it’ll help you calm down.”

“I don’t want the Djungelskog. I want to go home.” Jason pushed the bear back to Leo.

“I want the Djungelskog!” Piper piped up, opening her arms. Leo got down on one knee and offered it to her like it was a proposal. She squealed and squeezed it lovingly.

Leo turned to Jason with round, pleading eyes. “Can we get the Djungelskog, Jason? Please?”

“If it means we can go home, by all means.”

~*~

Jason was watching Leo assemble the table. He had started ten minutes ago and he was already halfway done.

“Leo, the pizza’s gonna be here in five minutes, I hope you’ll have it done by then,” Piper called from the living room. She was playing on her phone on the couch and hugging the Djunkelskog with one arm.

“Piper, you don’t even live here. Why are you ordering pizza?” Leo asked, pulling out a screwdriver from his tool belt.

“It’s pizza. Everybody likes it. Consider it a house warming gift.”

“Thanks, Pipes,” Jason said, then going back to staring at the directions without a clue of how to follow them. Technically, he was supposed to be reading them to Leo, but dyslexia was a bitch and the print was tiny, even with his glasses on. Thankfully, Leo seemed to have it covered.

“Done!” Leo threw his hands up in victory a couple of minutes later. For some reason, he was covered in sawdust, even though the directions didn’t have any cutting involved. He stood up and wiped his dusty hands off on his cargo pants.

As if on queue, the doorbell rung and Piper ran to answer it. She came back with two boxes of pizza. Leo tried to grab one of them, but she slapped it away before he could snatch it. “Wash your hands, repair boy.”

Leo groaned and stumbled over to the kitchen sink as Piper set the food down.

“Hold on,” Jason interjected, gesturing towards the new table, “did we get any chairs?”

Everything was quiet for a moment.

Leo sighed. “Do you just wanna eat on the couch?”

Piper pulled a 180 and took the food with her. “Good idea. Wanna watch Legally Blonde?”

“Hell yeah.”