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buckysfaveplum · 3 hours ago

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groupie

summary: he’s your punkrocker. your star. but sometimes you wonder if you’re just a groupie, if he sees you the same

pairing: clark kent x female reader

word count: 6.5k

warnings: um an asshole on a date who kinda gets touchy pressures reader? and words like bitch, nothing else really, just fluffy two idiots pining for each other and being goofy. and yearninggg

a/n: y'all have to go to tiktok and listen to Leonie Biney's "Groupie" cause that was the inspiration for this fic. literally such a beautiful song and I pray she releases it! and pls! do not interpret this as Lois slander or hate cause no no no she is my fave and I do not want this fandom doing to her what the MCU fandom did to Sharon...okie luv ya

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“And I was like ‘Sarah, I’m sorry but you know I don’t wanna be tied down right now…” You tried to listen as Jimmy enthralled you with his latest dating escapades. Unfortunately, if he dared to give you a pop quiz after, you’d likely fail.

Your fingers tapped fervently against your keyboard, filling the search bar with gibberish. You slouched into your seat, pulling your feet up onto the faded leather and hugging your knees. It’s not that you were ignoring Jimmy, but it was hard to focus when the seat across from you was empty.

Clark had been gone for about an hour now, leaving the office in a rush. While everyone else figured he’d be off on an interview, looking at photos for his next article, or even taking a break, you knew better. As soon as you saw his brows furrow while gripping his phone, you knew he’d be leaving. With a tight-lipped smile and a squeeze of your hand from across the desks, he was gone.

It always scared you, watching him bolt out the door to throw himself into the closest danger he could find. You knew it was a bit ridiculous to worry, he was a 6’4” all-powerful alien being— and he wasn’t even yours, just your best friend.

He never intended to tell you about his little side job, not for a lack of trust or anything. But from a place of desire to protect you. Placing that knowledge in you would open you up to many opportunities that could put you in danger, just from knowing him. He wouldn’t risk your life like that. But shit happens.

He didn’t want to end up at your place, but he was being cornered and knew he wouldn’t get out to his fortress in time without being followed. He ducked away to an alley to shed his suit before escaping to your apartment, the only place he felt safe. When he showed up at your door black and blue, he knew he needed to come clean. You’d never tell a soul, taking the secret to the grave to keep him safe. Since then, you became the only person he had to truly confide in when it came to being Superman.

“Y/n, are you even listening?” Jimmy said, snapping you out of your daze. Your eyes shot up from your keyboard to see the young man staring at you with a confused look. “Where were you just now?”

“I don’t know, Jim,” you said, leaning back in your chair with a sigh. “But if I'm being honest, your ‘lady stories’ are getting to be a lot.” You let out a joking giggle as he spun away on his swivel chair, turning back to his work and leaving you be. As you began to return to your work, finally deciding to be responsible and finish editing images for your next article, the familiar sound of Lois’ boots echoed behind you.

“Hey there, shutterbug,” she said as she rounded the corner of your desk, pulling Clark’s empty chair up to sit. You rolled your eyes at the name, giving her a playful scoff.

“You know, if I had a ridiculous nickname that I called you all the time, you would lose it,” you said, continuing to adjust the vibrance on your shot.

“Yeah, but that’s why it’s so fun, y/n, you never get upset,” she said as she sipped her, what you’d like to call, coffee. You’d seen her pour half a sugar container into a cup of tea before and complain it was too bland. “Besides, it’s not ridiculous. It’s fitting.”

Your eyes keep glancing over to the door, wondering if Clark would zip through any moment and slip back into his hunched and sly persona. It was strange at first, adjusting to knowing both sides of Clark Kent. You thought that the awkward and introverted man you met on your first day at the Daily Planet was him, until Superman became just as much a part of your life. The real Clark was somewhere between the two, a man who was shy in large groups but lit up your face when alone. A man who pretended to be very reserved yet could be the wittiest person you’d ever met. What was the strangest to adjust to was the confidence, something that you assumed was the real him, hidden from the world of Clark Kent, but reserved for Superman and you.

“Y/n? Y/n?” Lois asked, leaning in as she tried to get your attention.

“Oh, sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, pulling your gaze from the door. She gave you a knowing smirk and rolled her eyes.

“Waiting on Wonderboy?”

“No, no, I was just…”

Lois rose from her spot, walking past you with a giggle. Before she could say something, the door opened, and in a frazzled hurry, Clark rushed through. His arms were full of papers, his bag half zipped with the latest issue hanging out, and an iced coffee crunched between his calloused hands. You swore your cloud of frantic energy and lost focus disappeared at the sight of him.

Once he reached your desk, he placed the coffee next to your mouse, followed by a quick peck to the top of your head. Blush burst across your cheeks, and you pulled your lip between your teeth. He said nothing following the act, just shuffling his paper and slipping back into his seat. You turned to Lois to see her smirk and trace a heart with her fingers before walking back to her desk.

You glanced down at the iced coffee, the condensation dripping from the plastic cup and leaving a soft ring on the wood. Every time Clark left work to handle a situation, you could expect your favorite coffee when he returned. You knew not to read into it; it was clearly a cover for why he was gone. But that didn’t stop a part of you from hoping it was more.

You leaned across the desks and tapped his arm. A flustered Clark snapped his attention to you, shocked out of his focus but still gave you a soft smile.

“Hey,” you said.

"Hey, darling," he said.

Your hand moved to the cuff of his shirt. Below, you could see a sliver of the blue suit peaking out. Without another word, you took his large hand in yours, gently sliding the fabric back up under the crisp linen of his mundane clothes.

His kind eyes relaxed as he watched your hands work. He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as your hands brushed his. As much as he hated leaving, having every minute with you cut short, these were his favorite moments. The soft and intimate seconds where everything was calm and just the two of you.

You finished, leaning back in your chair with a wink. His lips mouthed a thank you before turning back to his computer. As you finished your work, you sipped at the watered-down coffee, occasionally glancing at your best friend and trying not to get further distracted.

What was Perry thinking when he put your desks together?

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The sun had been down for a while now, taking away the warm light that coated Metropolis as you sat on your fire escape. The nightlife of the city began to crawl out, with the drunk laughter of college kids and the bumping music of a club on your street that always seemed to play the worst hits.

Your hand nursed a glass of cheap Moscato, poured into a regular water cup with ice cubes. While you would’ve loved a long-stemmed drink, Clark accidentally shattered the last of your collection last week.

The glass you thought would last long enough for him to finish his nightly patrol of the city turned into two. It wasn’t every night, but more often than not, you’d find yourself waiting up for your caped friend. Your apartment was always the last stop of his nightly duties before returning to his place for the night. He’d slip into the dark alley or the roof before shedding his suit and coming to yours in whatever random clothes he happened to have stashed. You noticed he’d do this, placing a change of clothes around your building for when he reached you. After a while, he started to notice whatever he stashed was folded neatly in plastic bags with a crudely drawn pink heart on the outside.

Your fingers tapped against the glass as you waited. The thoughts of your chat with Lois kept creeping back in, grabbing hold of your insecurities and refusing to let go. Was it that obvious that you were waiting for him? That the thought of him so fully consumed you?

It wasn’t your intention to develop feelings for him; you never liked to mix work or friendships with anything more. But you couldn’t help it. Not when your desk neighbor started bringing you coffees, when he was picking up your copies from the machine and delivering them to you, pre-stapled, or when he would pull his seat around to you and lean on your desk just to watch and sit near you. It wasn’t easy to avoid feelings when the kindest and most genuine man you’d met would stake out in his costume on your apartment roof on the days you were sick, to make sure you would be protected. And it certainly wasn’t easy when you noticed how much you’d long for his return when he’d leave.

You always tried to hide it, to keep things as they’d always been. But the two of you were closer, closer than any normal friends would be. It wasn’t crazy to imagine things changing one day. Yet you never saw a sign.

Somewhere between getting up for a sweater for the cold breeze and finishing your second glass, you saw a blur of red and blue zipping towards your building. With a smirk, you raised your glass to him, only to be met with a wink and a nod towards your place. You slipped back through your window and headed to the kitchen, leaving your drink in the sink and digging through the fridge for one of Clark’s favorite beers. One of the perks of your loud and young leaning neighborhood was the local grocery store that had a create your own 6-pack section in the back. You always saved that sixth spot for Clark’s favorite.

You heard the soft knock at the door as you headed over to the window, resuming your place with water and beer in hand. A moment after getting cozy, you heard the thud of Clark’s bag behind you as he settled into the spot next to you on the small iron platform.

“Busy night?” you asked, passing him the beer. He took the cold drink in his large hand, popping the sealed cap off with a flick of his finger. You did your best to choke down the fluttering feelings starting to rise.

“Not really, I just ended the night by helping a woman up to her apartment with some grocery bags that were too darn heavy for her,” he said, taking a swig of the drink. “Took longer than I thought. She insisted I have tea and cookies.” You couldn’t control the laughter that escaped your lips. You almost choked on your water.

“What?!” He asked, exasperated but amused.

“What kind did she make?” You tried to reel in the laughter, but it was too cute to imagine. Big Clark hunched at a kitchen table with a little elderly woman eating cookies and tea in his Superman suit.

“Snickerdoodle,” he deadpanned.

“Aw, poor Clark,” you knew he hated snickerdoodles, but being the man he was, there was no doubt in your mind that he ate at least three to make the woman happy. “Well, I’m glad your date was nice!”

He scoffed and set his drink down before quickly grabbing you and pulling you into him. His arms held him tight to you and kept you trapped. As you jokingly cried out to be released, his hand messed with your hair. Your laughs echoed off the iron of the fire escape and down onto the streets. By the time he let you go, you were trying to catch your breath.

“Speaking of dates,” you started. “I have one this Saturday…?”

Clark’s ears perked. You were no superhuman, but you swore you saw his jaw tighten briefly.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, turning to look at you.

You debated even telling him. It wasn’t even of your own volition. Just a setup your friends stuck you with; some guy they knew through friends of friends.

“It’s nothing, just a friend set up. But…yeah,” if you were being honest, the only reason you said yes was the slightest chance they could make your feelings for Clark lessen.

He was silent for a moment, just a moment, before that smile you loved so much came back. Yet it was different. You didn’t want to read into anything. But was it possibly forced?

“That’s…that’s great, y/n,” he said.

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Thursday came quicker than expected; it was always your favorite day of the week. Friday always felt sluggish and like anxious waiting for the clock to hit five. Wednesday reminded you that the week was only halfway done. But Thursday, Thursday was perfect. So close to the end, bringing a giddy energy and drive to finish the week strong.

You strolled into the office, a large Diet Coke and a pastry in hand. While you loved coffee, sometimes you needed a fizzy boost of energy that tasted like chemicals and caffeine. On the way in, you happened to pass the local donut shop near your neighborhood. It was nothing special to you, but it was Clark’s favorite. Did he even like donuts? No, of course not, he hated them. Yet you knew him well enough to know that he thought the best apple turnovers in the city were there. Leave it to Clark to go to a donut spot specifically for the only pastry that wasn’t a donut.

Walking past the shop, you decided to grab him one, something to make up for those snickerdoodles he suffered through a few nights ago. It wasn’t anything special, just something to make him smile. But once you reached your desk, yours began to slip.

Lois was sitting on the edge of his desk while he sat and fiddled with his pen. They were close, you couldn’t deny it. That wasn’t what got you, though — that was his laughing. Maybe it was your insecurities, maybe you were distorting it all in your head. You swore it sounded louder and more carefree than with you. You could be wrong, but…

As you approach, Clark eyes you and flashes a quick smile. You try to pull yours back up, to show him the pastry bag, but before you could even lift your arm, he was back to his conversation. Your heart began to constrict as you tried to just shake it off.

Settling into your desk, their chat began to drift into your ears. Some quips from Lois and feigned shyness by Clark before something caught your attention. It’s a date, see you tomorrow.

You froze. So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice as Lois squeezed your shoulder and that ever-welcoming ‘hi’ she always reserved for you in the mornings.

Clark may have started talking to you, but you didn’t notice. How could you?

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, leaning in across the desk. You snapped out of your haze long enough to catch his eyes. They were ever kind, ever dedicated to you, like always. As if the conversation you had just witnessed didn’t happen.

You said nothing, just giving him a tight-lipped smile as you slid the pastry bag over to his desk before slipping on your headphones and clocking in.

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“I should just show up in dirty sweats!” you said, tossing another dress on your bed.

“Come on, y/n, you look great in anything,” Clark said. You’d been on the phone with him for an hour and a half by now, pacing the mess you’d made in your apartment as you frantically tried to find an outfit for your date.

Clark’s apartment was uncanny and tranquil for a Saturday night. Most weeks, the sounds of your combined laughter would fill the space. Playful arguments over what to order for dinner, then a bit of calm shared over what always seemed to be Chinese or pizza, before bickering over a movie. It was comfortable, it was consistent, it was you and him.

He sat on his couch, antsy as his hands wrung together in his lap, the phone on speaker as an attempt to not snap it in half. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t handle it. The thought of you spending the evening with some other guy, some man who could never treat you how he could. Who wouldn’t respect, hold, or love you the way- wait, did he say love?

“You know, there’s still time to cancel….you could come over,” you said, desperately wanting him to tell you not to go.

Of course, he didn’t want you to go. Your offer was all he wanted. The idea of you choosing him over this man was like a drug. He should’ve said something right there, should’ve told you. But would that be selfish? Surely you didn’t have feelings for him the way he did for you, how could you? This was just pre-date jitters and the want for something familiar, for your best friend.

Nothing more. No, no, he couldn’t be selfish ...— never when it came to you.

“No… no, go, you’ll have fun,” he said, running a hand over his face.

“...I’d rather hang with you…” You were being bold, pushing, and hoping he’d get the hint.

No, he had to take himself off the table. If he didn’t, you’d never choose yourself, always him.

“I…I can’t, and…I don’t really want to. I need some alone time,” he said. A lie. Clark never lied, well, rarely, and certainly not with you.

The phone was silent on your end; all he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears. He regretted it immediately. So why couldn’t he take it back?

“Okay… yeah, no, you’re right,” you said. Your voice was smaller, more reserved, and tame. That wasn’t you, never with him. “Well, I’ll let you go, I don’t wanna take up more of your time.”

No no no nonononono

You never could do that. Never. His time wasn’t even his; it was all yours. Every bit he could spare was yours. He couldn’t even admit it to himself yet, but if he was torn between a city threat and saving you, he’d be terrified that the city would perish.

He bolted from the couch, tearing the phone off the table and stumbling to keep it in his grip. The sides of the sleek smartphone began to bend under his fingers. He messed up, he made a mistake. But he couldn’t speak. If he did, he would tell you everything.

“I hope you had fun on your date with Lois yesterday,” you said.

“No, y/n, wait-” The phone went dead, the line ended, and the screen flashed back to your contact page.

Fuck

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The date was bad, bad to say the least. You seemed to forget, having spent all your time with Clark, just how demeaning and violating men could be. Everything was going fine, a little dull, but nothing terrible. Well, maybe it was terrible. Maybe it was awful. He didn’t ask you anything about yourself. Hell, he forgot your name halfway through and had to ask again. And come to think of it, he tried to dictate your order. Said a woman should not be drinking a beer and pushed you towards a red wine or a Cosmopolitan.

By the time you finally got out of the restaurant, which you thought meant you were home free, he was all over you. A hand on the back, down your arm. Moving to your waist and trying to go lower. He took your hand and led you towards his car. You jolted away, not only uninterested in him but having no interest in spending an evening with him after having just met.

You slipped your hand from his grasp, taking a few steps back, thanking him for the evening and dinner; anything you could do to get away. That’s when the flood of names came: bitch, slut, tease. The asshole managed to slip one more comment in about how you owed him after he paid for your dinner before slamming his door in your face and leaving you on the sidewalk.

You began the walk home, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt at staying warm. You never should’ve gone out. You should’ve stayed in. You wanted Clark, wanted to be in his arms, to feel his thick hands pushing back your hair and the steady breaths from his chest all evening.

With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone. You sent a few texts before caving to a call.

hey are you there?

i’m sorry i shouldn’t have snapped.

are you home? i really need to see you, please?

Your call rang through before the sound of his awkward answering machine played. Well, that could mean he missed the call. Or he was asleep. Maybe his phone was dead. If it was sent after a few rings, that would mean he chose to ignore you. There was some hope.

You didn’t want to be a burden or invade his alone time. But this was Clark. The same Clark who always said his home was yours, that the locks on his deadbolt didn’t apply to you. Clark, who would drop everything the minute he saw the very chance of a tear or frown on your face. He always said if you were lost or scared or hurt, come find him. As much as it hurt, as pathetic as it felt, you changed directions and hopped on the subway to his place.

His neighborhood was quiet and small, much less chaotic and lively than the trendy area of Metropolis, where you happened to snag a rent-controlled place. As you walked up the street to his building, the familiar diner on the corner caught your eye. The one you’d spend every Monday evening with him. A start of the week tradition where you’d squeeze into the same side of the booth and down coffees and sodas til you were falling asleep on his shoulder.

The warm orange light of the retro diner spilled out onto the street, calling you over. But by the time you reached it, the calming energy it once provided you faded into something crushing. In the front booth pressed against the glass, you saw Jimmy, Lois, and Clark at a table full of coffees and probably lukewarm fries. He said he wanted to be alone, and didn'twanna spend time with you because he wanted to spend the evening alone. Now you realize that wasn’t the truth. He just didn’t want to spend time with you.

Before you could back away and rush back to the safety of your neighborhood, Lois noticed you by the streetlight. She reached over the booth, waving at you through the window and motioning for you to come join them. The action caused Clark to turn, catching your eyes full of hurt and embarrassment. The two of you were in sync, as soon as he rose from the booth and raced out the door, you had bolted for the subway.

He missed you, reaching the steps just after you had disappeared into the evening. He stood there alone, a deep sting in his chest and a fullness in his lungs that stopped his breathing. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad.

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The last few days were slow, agonizing. The Daily Planet had become the location of your hide-and-seek game with Clark. One that only you seemed to be playing. You withdrew, spending far more time in the dark room and more time out on site catching shots; anything that would help you avoid the metahuman you had become far too attached to.

It all hit you at once, just how embarrassingly, head-over-heels, and completely in love you had fallen. How much you had allowed him to consume you, how totally devoted you became to him. It was pathetic, of course, he didn’t feel the same.

Things became painfully awkward fast. Each time your eyes met, each time he crossed your purposefully Clark exclusive path, it was like time stopped. It was a game of chicken, who would cave first, usually you. He’d freeze and give you those kind eyes, laced with a sadness you rarely saw, before taking a cautious step in your direction. He only ever got one in before you dashed like a baby deer. He never took a second step.

Today was a day you didn’t need to pack running shoes. Clark’s desk sat empty from morning to evening. You knew nothing was happening in the city, and the streets seemed to be remarkably serene. He must’ve had enough of your antics, needed to get away from the anxiety you brought, that clouded your desk. That had to be it.

What confused you, though, was the note. Coming back from your lunch, you saw it tucked by your computer with your coffee order and your favorite, a Boston creme donut, wrapped in the bag of Clark’s favorite donut shop. Looking around, he wasn’t in the building. Jimmy or Lois hadn’t seen him all day. The note was messy, the kind of handwriting you assumed was scratched out mid-flight in a blue and red suit.

Can we talk, please? Are we okay?

Were you okay? It had never been like this. Never could you have imagined how bad things would get. You always assumed that if your friendship with Clark crumbled, it would be from revealing your harboured feelings. Turns out that wasn’t even necessary.

“You look cute today,” Lois’s voice caught your attention. She came up behind you, leaning a hand on your desk and peeking at the note. “Is that from Boy Genius?”

“Yeah, um… I don't know what’s going on with us,” you said.

“Is that why you didn’t come join us Saturday?” she asked as she sat on the corner of your desk.

“No, we… we were fine before that, I think, but,” you sighed. If things were shit with Clark, maybe you could be honest with someone. “I think my feelings messed everything up. I think he meant more to me than I did to him.”

“You’re joking, right?” Lois’ tone wasn’t meant to be harsh, but maybe it was what you needed. Her face didn’t exactly hide her exasperation. “Y/n, I always thought you two were idiots with how obnoxious you were with refusing to get together. But if you can’t see how painfully devoted that man is to you, then I can’t help you.”

You didn’t know what to say, your fingers just stayed brushing against the rough pulp of his note, bumping over the indents from his pen.

Lois was honest to a fault and blunt. Surely she took no pleasure in playing you for a fool. But what about her date with him?

“Y/n, that man spent all of Friday evening gushing about you to me. ‘Oh, that reminds me of y/n’, ‘did you know y/n puts this in her coffee?’, ‘well that’s not how y/n sets her margins’, blah blah blah!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I had to actually ban your name from our conversation to get any work done.”

That confused you. Work?

“Work? I thought, I thought it was a date,” you said. Lois’ eyes went wide, and her mouth released an amused and somewhat shocked oh. Her face showed just how oblivious she thought you were.

“Really, you actually thought he’d entertain anything with me when you live and breathe on this planet?” she said with a sigh. “Clark is so not my type. No, we needed to meet up to go over a Superman interview he promised he’d get for me.”

She continued to mutter under her breath about how ‘he always hogged the hero’s media statements,’ but you began to tune out. Was she telling the truth? Did Clark really feel that way?

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Your walk home was shrouded in panicked thoughts. Of your relationship and how royally you had burned it to ash. All because you were too stupid to just say something.

The lights of the city glowed as the sun had long disappeared. Your habit of staying late in the dark room came with downsides, like the walk home alone. Whenever this would happen, Clark would insist on staying, or at the very least, he’d wait for a text from you when you were ready, upon which he’d rush back to walk to your place. That hadn’t been the case the last week. He was nowhere to be seen.

Another part of your poor planning was the rain. You left your umbrella at home. Your jacket was pulled tight over your head, trying to no avail to salvage any of your dignity as the rain covered you. Your dress and shoes were drenched as a hot summer rain flooded the streets and soaked your hair. Any work that was done that day must’ve been ruined as your bag became three pounds heavier with rain.

The leather of your loafers squeaked as rain puddled against your socks. It seemed like everything could only get worse. And of course it did.

You couldn’t escape the feeling of being followed, that someone was lurking behind, always watching your next move. Finally mustering up enough courage, you peeked your head around. No one, the street was solely yours.

You stopped, turning and checking around, but kept being met with the empty lights of Metropolis. That was until you looked up.

Clark hovered just out of sight, staying tucked near the tops of the short buildings of your neighborhood. Clad in his suit, you had nothing to say. You sighed, giving him a resigned and tight-lipped smirk.

“You’re following me?” You asked.

“I know you don’t want me around, I just needed to know you’d get home safe this week,” he said.

He lowered himself to you, landing next to you with an ease you always admired. It had been a while since he was so close to you; it was like seeing him again for the first time. It always left you stunned by how massive his height was.

Without a word, he lifted his cape, pulling it tight and creating a tent over your head. You never broke eye contact, but he was cautious, as if giving you a chance to leave. You don’t.

The walk to your apartment is silent. Except for the sounds of the city that never dulled and the pattering of the rain. Once you reached your place, he stopped. Without a word, you turned and nodded to the alley that led to the back door of your building. He watched you slip through the door and latch it behind you before he rushed through the back.

You barely reached your door before he was coming up behind you from the escape stairwell. You fumbled with your keys before letting the two of you into your place. He walked in, heading into your living room, but you stalled at the door, leaning back and leaving the keys in the lock.

“Clark,” you said.

“What’s going on with us?” he asked, coming closer. He refused to look away, leaving you to duck your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you said.

That wasn’t totally true. You knew what was wrong, you loved him — he didn’t feel the same.

“About Saturday,” he started. You pushed yourself away from the door and set your bag down on your table.

“We don’t have to-” You tried to stop him, but he refused to let miscommunication make this worse.

“No, no. I need to explain,” he said. “Y/n, Jimmy and Lois were in the neighborhood and asked me to come. Well, more like dragged me. They knew I was having a rough night.”

You furrowed your brows.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you tell me? Why did you say you needed to be alone? You always come to me when something’s wrong,” you began to strip your soaked shoes and shook some rain from your hair.

It didn’t matter how tense the room was, he refused to let you be uncomfortable. Clark rushed to the bathroom, leaving you confused. Only to return with a towel and come close, wrapping you tight. Once you took the terry cloth and held it in place, you expected him to back up. He didn’t.

“Y/n, I couldn’t, that’s the problem. You were the problem,” he said. You tried not to show your hurt, but failed. He shook his head, taking your shoulders and keeping your attention. “You didn’t do anything…I just. Your date. I couldn’t handle it.”

“You never said…” You looked down. “I didn’t even want to go, I told you I wanted to see you.”

“I know, I know, darling, I-” his hands moved to hold your face, and he stepped closer. “I just thought, I thought you wouldn’t ever find someone with me around. I thought my feelings would be holding you back… That’s why I said what I said, why I lied.”

You were quiet as he spoke. No matter how the butterflies in your stomach rampaged, you couldn’t deny the euphoria of his large hands on you.

“I always want you around, y/n,” he started. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you at mine.”

It was silent for just a moment. Without his ramblings, you could see how close he really was. With a shaky breath, you spoke.

“I only went on the date to try to get over you,” you said. That got his attention. You swore you could feel the slightest tightening of his grip on you. You tried to finish, but nothing came up.

All you could think about was what Lois said. Was she right? Were you really just reading everything wrong? Was this metahuman who stood before you, a man pleading and desperate, really in love with you?

You met his eyes again.

“I was scared I was ruining everything, that I was clingy and suffocating, and that you were tired of me so-”

“No, no no, hey,” his hands moved to slip through your hair, coming to rest at the nape of your neck. He ducked his head to get closer. Even so, he still towered over you. Engulfing you in nothing but him. “Please, please don’t say that.”

“I let my feelings get to be too much, and I knew you didn’t feel the same,” you said. “When my friends set up the date, I figured it was time to back off of you and try something else. That went to shit, cause no one is you.”

You could see the tension in his neck release at your words. His jaw twitched, and you watched the muscles flinch. One of his hands moved to cup your face and tilt your head back to reach him where he bent to you. He leaned in, hovering just above your lips and stopping. His eyes met yours, and he waited.

You nodded, giving him everything he sought, “Please.”

That was all he needed. He kissed you like a man starved, like he was terrified that the moment he pulled away, he’d wake up and this would all be over. His calloused hands held you in place as his lips met yours, slipping his tongue gently between your lips.

It was intoxicating, addictive, and nothing like you could have imagined it to be. Nothing in your head ever would have met the moment of having Clark.

He pulled back entirely too soon, resting his forehead to yours as he caught his breath. Words began to tumble out as if he only had one chance to tell you everything.

“I never wanted to ruin this, to lose you. I’ve loved you for so, so long,” his thumbs stroked your cheeks as he spoke. “It’s only ever been you, I’ve always been yours.”

“Why…why didn’t you say anything?” you asked. He cocked his head, and there it was, that smile that turned your world technicolor.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said with the playful tone you missed so much. You tried to hide your blush and duck your head; he didn’t let you, taking your chin and lifting your gaze back to his. He shook his head at your shyness and bit his lip. “I thought it would be selfish. You deserve a man who can give you everything, one you don’t have to share with the world.”

Your hands moved, letting the towel slip to the ground, to cup his face.

“I just want you,” you said.

He paused, as if convincing himself of his next move, “If you’ll have me, I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, darling. I always will be.”

You moved your hand to card through the thick curls at his neck. You leaned in, taking a moment to memorize each line and curve of his face. After only a week without him, you never wanted to forget his face for even a second. You pulled his head down and placed a kiss on his forehead. His shaky breaths at the feeling of your lips on him didn’t escape you.

“Lois is right, we’re fucking idiots,” you said as you pulled back. He let out a soft laugh as his smile brightened. His hand at your neck pulled you closer, bringing you back into another kiss.

This one was slower, more intimate. As if to make up for all the mixed signals, missed opportunities, and miscommunications. When you pulled back, his lips were red and raw.

“I love you, Clark,” you said. His smile beamed as his arms pulled you flush to his chest, wrapping you in him.

His shaking breaths calmed, releasing in a soft sigh that ruffled the hair at the top of your head, “Thank god.”

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she's long but I hope you enjoyyyyed

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scarletttries · 2 days ago

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The First Touch (Sanji One Piece Request)

Pairing: Sanji (One Piece) x F!Reader

Rating: Smut (Gender neutral pronouns throughout but AFAB for smut purposes and reader is wearing a skirt)

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: I'm having a lot of fun doing my short posts this week, but thank you to the kind readers who let me know they wanted a full length post of Sanji being a mess when he finally gets what he's wanted for so long; you- I hope this is all you imagined! 💘

The First Touch

Before your hands ever caressed his touch-starved skin, it was already the best day of Sanji's life.

First you offered to come explore the markets with him, without him even asking. Then you'd reached for his hand when the cobbled streets had you both stumbling, and didn't stop him from holding it the rest of the day. When a fruit-seller at the market called him your husband you didn't try to correct him, you just smiled and let Sanji repeat the title to each vendor he spoke to after. It was like Sanji was living out a day in the sweetest future fate could gift him, and as he began prepping that evening's meal for the crew he found himself reliving each moment with a smile on his face and an ache in his heart at the question of whether you'd ever let him make this dream his reality.

It hadn't been lost on you; the way he'd beamed at every moment spent in your company, how his hand had clung to yours as if magnetic fields danced on your skin, his hesitation to part from you when the sun had set, even to go back to his kitchen, his favourite place to be.

It had also dawned on you the moment the two of you stepped off the ship together that you were just as thrilled at the thought of a day spent as a pair as Sanji was. And now as you pushed open the heavy door that stood between you and the kitchen your heart hammered at the thought of finally letting your smitten chef know exactly how you feel.

"Mon coeur. I was just thinking of our miraculous day together and how sorrowful I was to be apart." Sanji sighed as you perched on the counter closest to him, taking his time to finish washing and drying his hands before turning to focus solely on you. The words were his usual level of undying adoration, but his usual jubilance was betrayed by the somber tone with which the words slipped from his lips. You beckoned him closer with one finger, trying to read his expression and find the words you'd been looking for all day.

"I had a wonderful day with you too Sanji, so why do you look bluer than the ocean I know you'll find one day?" A smile twitched on his lips at your confidence in his dreams, letting himself be pulled in front of you until he stood practically between your parted knees, drowning in the bittersweet glow of your proximity.

"Because our day is over now, my love. And it was perfect. It was a dream. But I know that's not how you want to spend all your days, not the same way I do. I got to live my best day, but I know it won't ever be real, my sweet." As he spoke his glistening eyes locked onto your fingers, watching them weave between his as they had all day, handling him with a level of care he seldom felt he deserved.

"What if I could make your day even better?" It broke your heart to see how completely Sanji wrote himself off as undeserving of real love, of receiving the kind of devotion that he had showered you with since the day you met. "What if I want to try and make all your days better?" Your second question got his attention, his gaze darting to yours and searching desperately for meaning. You couldn't be saying what he prayed you meant. It wasn't possible that you wanted this like he did. So why were you giving him a warm smile that had his stomach in knots and his whole body melting forwards? Why were you glancing down at his lips the same way he found himself staring at yours whenever you took a bite of one of his meals? Why were you closing the gap between the two of you in a slow, fluid movement that took his breath away entirely?

Your lips met his with the most gentle touch. Not out of uncertainty, but of reverence. All his life Sanji had been forced and shoved in every direction, but the way you kissed him with the delicate care that he craved had him crumbling to pieces against you.

He didn't dare overstep, trying to match your sweet pressure while growing increasingly lightheaded, his hands settling on the marble counter either side of you to keep himself upright. Sensing his hesitance one hand found the end of his tie, pulling him against you with slightly more pressure and giving the chef no choice but to crack a smile into the kiss. Your other hand came to rest at the nape of his neck, fingers combing through his hair with just enough force that Sanji moaned against your lips, his whole body suddenly stiffening upright in shock.

"You make pretty noises, chef." You teased, watching the blood flush to his face as his eyes darted wide, an obvious bulge growing in his trousers. You moved your hands to rest gently on top of his where they were fixed to the counter, rubbing gentle circles as you spoke, "You can touch me if you want? See what noises I make?" You watched him gulp in anticipation, looking almost in shock as he slowly lifted his hands, eyes raking over you as if completely uncertain of his next move.

" I - I don't - " His stammering was cut short by the sound of voices down the hall, only eliciting more panic from the desperate man in front of you, suddenly frozen in indecision of whether he should hold you while he can or flee before he can ruin your offer.

"We'll pick this up later." Your words visibly reassured Sanji, who watched in a state of emotional turmoil as you hopped off your ledge and stepped away to settle at the table before Usopp and Luffy burst through the kitchen doors.

"What are you doing Sanji?!" Luffy bellowed as he entered, startling the already frantic object of your affections.

"Nothing!" He practically spat it back, watching you chuckle at his bedraggled state.

"We're having nothing for dinner?!" Usopp lamented, finally spurring your chef to action once again

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Sanji had never found himself struggling so much in the kitchen before. His every thought was consumed by the taste of your lips, your offer of letting his hands roam across you, the gleam in your eye as said this could be continued. The throbbing between his legs threatened to render him immobile by the time he finally settled around the dining table with the rest of the crew, wishing everyone would eat at Luffy's speed so he could finally get you alone, but equally wishing he had more time to prepare himself for what might happen next. You offered him sly smiles and loaded praise as you ate the meal he'd prepared with you in mind, waiting patiently until everyone had trickled out of the kitchen and left you and Sanji alone at last.

Sanji puts up no resistance as you suggest the dishes can wait until the morning, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bedroom he'd so often fantasised about being invited into. You were deliberate in all your movements, taking your time to lock the door and perch on the desk beside your bed, bringing Sanji's obedient form between your thighs exactly where he had been before you were so cruelly interrupted.

You can see he's already straining against his trousers as you kiss him gently again, his chest rising and falling rapidly like he can't quite catch his breath with you this close.

"Are you nervous Sanji?" You speak so softly he has to lean closer to hear you, nodding his head at the question before finding the nerve to speak.

"I want to be good for you, you deserve someone who makes you feel incredible. You deserve the best and I don't think I'll even be good." His desperate confession through ragged breath only spurs you to want him more, your lips trailing along his neck as you decorate him with praise,

"Oh Sanji, you're always so good for me. I know you'll be perfect. Always so sweet to me." Your hands toy with his belt as you alternate between gentle kisses and even softer words, the man melting against your every touch. When his trousers are undone and you slip your hand inside to finally feel his aching manhood, Sanji has to capture your lips to stifle the sob that rips free of him, salt water streaming from his eyes at how perfect your hand feels wrapped around him, his hips bucking into your touch in desperation before you even start to move. His hands are shaking as they grip the edge of your desk, fighting back the overwhelming tension that's been brewing inside him all evening. You can tell he's struggling to hold himself together from each desperate noise that gets swallowed by your kiss, the usually suave gentleman falling apart entirely as you squeeze your hand around him and start pumping over his length. He's trembling in anticipation as you work him with your hand, brushing your thumb over his glistening tip and watching his whole body jerk at the sensation,

"You're so pretty like this Sanji, I knew you'd be so good for me." The sound of your honey-soaked voice only makes it harder for Sanji to keep control. He knows the way you're looking at him, full of desire, is only going to end this perfect moment too soon, and he's so desperate to touch you but he's sure the moment his white knuckles stopping gripping the table he's going to crash over the edge and let you down with his pathetic desperation. But as you move your hand a little faster, staring down at his twitching hips and licking your lips before speaking against, he knows it's already over, "I'm so lucky that you're all mine." The cry that erupts from him as he finally spills over your hand and his stomach is nothing short of pained, the overwhelming sensation crashing into him all at once and leaving his legs shaking as you keep working him through every shudder of bliss that follows. He's whining and crying and just about the most beautiful sight you have ever seen as he rides out his high, sobs of apology shuddering from his chest as he finally comes back into control of his senses. He's so disappointed in himself for letting the moment get on top of him so quickly that he almost drops to his knees as you look up at him through hungry eyes and ask, "do you still want to touch me Sanji?"

"Please! Yes! Thank you my love. You are too kind to me. What - do I - where?" His mouth is running faster than his brain can match as he thinks about all the time he's spent dreaming of letting his hands explore your supple skin, wiping the remnants of tears from his cheeks before giving you his hands to guide.

You place his right hand gently against your cheek, letting him brush his thumb against you before slowly guiding it lower, naming each sport in your most sincere tone,

"You can touch my face. Or my neck." His fingers embrace each new inch of skin like the honour it is, his own gaze growing more intense as you bring his hand to brush over your arm, and then settle at your waist, Sanji taking the opportunity to drag you closer. "You can touch my legs too," picking up his left hand you bring that to your knee, slowly guiding him higher up your thigh, his hand slipping under your skirt and closer to the core of your growing desire, "and anywhere else you want Sanji. I know you'll make me feel good." You look up at him with wide eyes as his hand skims along your inner thigh, nodding as he pauses just short of your underwear.

"I'll always make you feel good sweetheart." His voice drips with pure devotion as his fingertips brushed against the soaked fabric between your hips, watching your lips part slightly at even the gentle sensation. Each gentle touch elicits a slight twitch of your hips, his nimble fingers quickly hooking under the fabric and pulling it down your legs until it's separated from you entirely, slipped into Sanji's pocket for the next night he might have to spend alone. With your skirt bunched around your hips he can see every glistening part of your entrance, his hands moving much more confidently now your pleasure is his only focus. His fingers trace gentle lines over your slit, gathering your slick and sending warmth through your veins that your own touch could never replicate. One finger slips inside you, earning a sweet moan as his thumb settles on your clit, dancing soft circles over it that have you biting your lip with a needy hum.

The hand that had been gripping your waist starts to skirt over your stomach as a second finger parts your folds, his delicate touch making you squirm with sensitivity. Each soft circle on your clit has you moaning as his fingers curl inside you, and the moment his right fingertips start teasing your nipple his name erupted out of you, dripping with need. You need one hand clinging to his arm, desperately keeping you upright as you feel your thighs tremble, the pressure inside you building, but needing more before you can fall apart around the lovestruck man between your legs. Your free hand came to rest against his length again, the slightest contact making him gasp in his overstimulated state.

"Need more of you Sanji." You plead through your needy moans, feeling him start to react to your touch immediately. "You can get hard again, can't you? For me." Sweet, lovestruck Sanji's head is spinning as he tries to spit out the words, any words, to keep you looking at him like you are right now.

"Of course. Anything for you. Always for you. I belong to you." Torn between chasing your every touch with his hips and pulling away from the overwhelming sensation, his whole body on fire as your fingers wrap around him guide him between your thighs. "Are you sure?" Sanji asks with wide, tearfilled eyes, his hands still kneading at your chest and teasing your clit as you nod your head,

"Yes Sanji, please! I need you." In even his sweetest dreams, Sanji had never imagined seeing you like this, pleading for his dick, trembling on the edge of climax and chasing his lips like they were sweeter than the best desserts he'd ever placed in front of you. He was almost grateful you'd already ruined him once, feeling far more in control as he thrust himself into you, feeling you almost immediately coming undone as you started to clench around him. The stretch of having him fully sheathed inside you while his delicate touches kissed your most sensitive spots has you crashing over the edge as he starts to rut his hips against you, your thighs trying to clamp shut in overwhelming ecstasy but forced apart by his muscular body.

"You're so perfect my love. You feel sublime around me. You are the greatest treasure these oceans have to offer." Praise spills from Sanji as you come undone at his touch, his hips slamming into you with a force that had the desk beneath you creaking and straining. Sanji wants to watch you ride out your high forever, desperate to bring you as much pleasure as you brought him. He feels stifled by the fabric still clinging to his thighs, finally taking his eyes off you for just long enough to glimpse the bed behind you and seeing all his dreams play out in front of him. He can almost feel himself fall apart at the whine you let out as his fingers part from your sensitive clit, quickly grabbing onto the flesh of your thighs and heaving you off the desk with himself still buried inside you.

"Hold on my paramour." He begs as he strides to the edge of your bed, laying you down and reluctantly parting your bodies just long enough for him to rip off the fabric that separates his skin from yours. Finally free from anything that can keep him from you, Sanji is on top of you again, his hips forcefully rocking against yours as his mouth greedily explores every newly exposed inch of you. His tongue laps at your nipples as his hand finds its place between your legs again, rendering you unable to say anything but his sweet name over and over again as the sensation becomes too much. From on top of you Sanji can plunge himself even deeper inside you, fucking you like a man who'd thought of this day for as long as he could remember. He can feel you start to react to his fingers again, your thighs shaking and your eyes struggling to stay fixed on his as the most beautiful noises slip from your lips.

"I promise I will make you feel like this any time you desire my love. I'll make you feel even better. Please let me make you feel good." You can see tears start to decorate his cheeks again as his own climax caught up with him, the first clench of your walls around him sending your lover boy tumbling over the edge with a whine that must have woken up half the ship. You can feel every heavy release from him spilling inside you and drawing out your own pleasure until you are struggling not to squirm away from his still hungry lips, every nerve in your body stimulated to its limit by his thorough exploration. Eventually you drag his lips to meet yours, leaving his now soft manhood still resting inside you, Sanji doing everything he could to keep him there for as long as he could, knowing he'd never let a drop of himself leak out of you if you'll let him.

He'll look like such a mess as you brush tangled golden locks out of his eyes, his face flushed with tears and bliss, his lips chasing yours without a need for oxygen, only you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring your forehead to rest against his, drawing in a deep breath before breaking out into a smile that almost had Sanji worried for his sanity,

"Do you think we can have an even better day tomorrow?" You were going to be the death of him. And he was going to go willingly.

I hope you enjoyed this Sanji fic, and check out my One Piece Masterlist for more 💞

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nfoxysun · 1 day ago

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Pick a pile - SP (specific person) confessions to you

What does your sp want to say to you but don't?

1 >>>>> 2>>>> 3

Pile 1

"You feel like home to me and this feeling has me restless. I'm hurting and i feel like I've betrayed you by not doing the right thing on time. I should have texted you sooner, or at least done something concrete towards you. I'm sorry, because of this, i feel cold and detached from our connection i can't really feel my emotions right now but whenever i cry, i think of you. There's a big hole in my heart that i can't seem to fill in my own, i need you but still, everything feels unclear to me, i don't know how to feel about this anymore. I often wonder myself if I've already lost you, that's why i tried to walk away from you... but now I realized i wasn't being clear with myself at all. it wasn't because of you or our connection, it was all my fault. i was scared and i valued way too much other ppl's opinions. i feel bounded by my culture and my family's beliefs on how should i live my own life. I just dream and wish for everything to go alright between us now, that's why I'm working on breaking free from limiting myself because of other people. Please, give me time to make amends, I've never felt this way before... i know it's selfish, but for real, wait for me, I'm coming toward you"

Pile 2

"I feel confused and scared rn, like if i was in a fog under the moonlight. I know it's wrong, but I'm really attracted to you, so much that i became obsessed by your presence. I find myself lurking on your socials several times a day, it's not even fun anymore, it's become a true addiction to me and i don't know how to stop it, i feel like you're my drug. No, fr, i think I'm really obsessed with you, you're mine and mine only. I think about you all the time and i get so pissed off whenever i think about other people next to you, this hurts me a lot, i tear up making these scenarios in my head but I can't help it. Is it toxic? But i want the world to know you're mine. I tried to walk away from this connection before, my ego didn't permit me to care about your feelings that time, i thought i knew what i was doing by pulling away, I wanted you to be confused to feel even more attached to me but it didn't work at all... is the obsession i feel towards you mutual? I should listen to my heart more, but still, i know that your family won't like me bc of this... I'm sorry, but i feel lost without you"

Pile 3

"I see clearly now, i wanted to offer you my love but there's someone else in the way, who's that? Is it true that you're dating that asshole right now? Please, tell me that isn't. I'm better than them, i swear to you, but now I'm way too embarrassed by my past actions, i feel so disgusted by myself that i can't even look at you right now. I'm afraid to talk to you, what if i open up my heart to you and you'll just reject me? Would you ever listen if i talked to you? There are so many things i buried into my heart that i need to say to you, but will you ever believe me if i told you that this love scares me so much? I'm so afraid you'll never choose me, that's why i have so many feelings of anger bottled up inside me. I need to release them before i explode and i want to release them without bursting out, i need to extern my feelings for you, now, but i think it's not the right time yet though. I've always said that i didn't have time for a relationship, that it's not the right time, that I'm too focused on my career and too overwhelmed by responsibilities, but the real truth is that I'm scared, and that's why i feel stuck in this, I'm scared you'll reject me again."

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Heyyyy!!! Here's my second pac ever!!! I was waiting for my oracles to arrive, i was thinking about making a reading about past lives too!!! btw, i hope you enjoyed it!!! have a nice day!!!

#tarot #tarot reading #tarot spread #tarot readings #tarot requests #tarot cards #tarot reader #free readings #tarot love reading #love reading #pick a pile #pick a card #channeled message

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psychhound · 2 days ago

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one thing i have really appreciated about @anim-ttrpgs' eureka videos is the insistence that the rules are there for a reason and you should play by the rules bc they make the game run how its supposed to ie better than if you didnt use them. thats something i've been thinking about while working on spiritkeep especially because spiritkeep is designed with such specific intent (to help people heal from trauma)

like sure playing games "wrong" can still be fun, in any medium. you can play dollies in halo pvp if you want. you can make a totally different game out of battleship. but it really feels like its only in the ttrpg world that playing a game not as intended is like. 1) widespread 2) acceptable and expected 3) ... praxis? for some people? 4) encouraged by the designers in the game itself???

like yes there is absolutely stuff to say about accessibility or triggering content etc but also like. 1) not every game has to be for everyone 2) thats not what a lot of people are talking about anyway

like the stance i've found myself landing on is if the text of the game encourages players to change or throw away stuff they don't particularly like it just seems like they don't have confidence in the game they've designed, don't feel like their game is a synergized cohesive whole (if you can just throw away whole mechanics then why are they there in the first place), and are implying that the people playing and/or running their game are better game designers than they are (or else why would the designer trust them to redo the game they worked hard on and felt confident releasing into the world)

the goal i've been building spiritkeep on is that its a series of interlocking systems and if you remove any of those pillars the rest of the game would either fall apart or be worse for it. if the game would not be worse for removing something then it should either be removed or, otherwise, be optional and put in its own section but offer additional support and structure to the gm or players. if there's a different mechanic that seems more appealing / like it would be used more eagerly then that's the one that goes in the game

so yeah eureka has been really refreshing in that its firm that like. these are the rules. use them. they are there because they make the game play how it should and the game running as intended is enjoyable if this is the game you want to play

more games should do this 👍

#eureka ttrpg #ttrpgs #indie ttrpgs #ttrpg design

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shsl-simp · 20 hours ago

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I don’t know if you’re still looking for art ideas but Denden catching snowflakes maybe?

dendendenden ...

okay SO i thought i was gonna stop taking doodle reqs after i felt better buuuut i think ill be taking them permanently! i wont be getting to all of them, especially when school starts again (in fact i may close them when summer ends 💔), but ive been having a lot of fun with the ones ive done!!

#tetro danganronpa #tdrb #✦ tea's art #tetro danganronpa blue #denden misao

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crowsofdarkness · 2 days ago

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The Mark of a Serpent: One

-gif not mine. credit to owners-

Pairings: Fallen Angel! Eric Draven x Human! Female Reader

Content Warnings: dark themes such as mature smut, murder, blood, and violence.

Summary: Eric wandered the earth for centuries as one of the Fallen, forever in debt to the one he fell for. With blood on his hands, he walks away from a murder he'd been ordered to do, unaware of the witness who had seen everything. Now to prove he deserves his spot among the Fallen, Eric needs to kill the witness. He had every intention until he saw a certain mark on her neck.

Authors Note: There will be a lot of themes I pulled from the book series, Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. I do not own any of her characters or ideas, it's simply used as inspiration. Tags are open for this if anyone is interested!

THERE IS MENTION OF TAKING ONES LIFE IN THIS CHAPTER SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ITS TOWARDS THE END.

Tags: @spideysimpossiblegirl @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans @loushaw131460 @voidofsunlight

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to be alone, without him, this early on in our marriage. We were supposed to grow old together, spend our mornings and evenings on the porch of our cabin in the woods, watching the lake ripple with the wind. Yet here I was, alone and broken, staring at the deep ground where his body lay crumbled; forgotten.

The melancholy rain fell around me, soaking me deep into my bones as I stood amongst the murky darkness. A breeze brushed past me but it did nothing to move me away from the gravestone in front of me as tears fell over my chilled cheeks. Late fall in Washington had been brutal but it wouldn't stop me from visiting.

Not today. I needed to be here.

I brushed shaking fingers over the top of the headstone before letting out an uneasy breath when I read the words out loud.

Jev Cipriano. Beloved Husband.

Tears stung my eyes as I yearned to feel Jev's arms around me again. My soul was lost without him, and exactly one year later, I felt like there was nothing left for me here. I spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days trying to find out what happened to him since his death was labeled as mysterious. But I knew better. I was there that night, but my memory was just as murky as the darkness that surrounded me recently. All I could remember was a pair of stone eyes and a lone black feather that lay next to Jev's body. I couldn't think much of it since the police bagged it as evidence that night yet, since they were officially closing the case, labeling it as unsolved, I was able to get some of Jev's belongings back.

"I'm so sorry, my love," I sobbed. "I'll be seeing you soon."

Hugging my black peacoat closer to my chest, I turned on my heels, ready to leave the cemetery, when I ran into a wall of muscle. I nearly fell on my ass in the mud at my feet, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, keeping me up right. Through the tears that hung heavy on my lashes, I locked eyes with a pair of dark ones, nearly black as the stormy sky above. I noticed one singular tattoo underneath his left eye.

A small diamond.

"You're too pretty to be crying, especially in a place as dark as this."

His voice made me flinch, almost as if I'd been smacked in the face with a memory I had buried so deep in my subconscious and now that it surfaced, I was shaking in this stranger's embrace. The birthmark on the side of my neck suddenly burned causing me to wince. The mark on my neck was large and ugly. I hated it ever since I was a teenager and people made fun of me for it. Ever since then I either covered it with my hair, make up, or clothes.

“Sor-sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I stuttered on a sob, desperate to get out of here and away from this stranger that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Had he been here the entire time? Watching me cry over my lost love?

The stranger smiled, although it never reached his eyes, and slowly dropped his arms from around me.

“How could you with all of those tears on your lashes?”

Hastily, I wiped them away before clearing my throat and straightened my shoulders. Pocketing my hands inside of my coat, I nodded over the man’s shoulder, every intention of leaving. He must have been here to mourn someone he knew, surely I shouldn’t stick around to be a burden. I knew I wouldn’t appreciate it if someone stood by as I mourned Jev.

I went to brush past him when my shoulder accidentally touched his arm, the leather of his jacket seeming to ignite something inside of me and I let out a sharp gasp as I stared up at those stone eyes yet again. The bell of familiarity was ringing again, this time louder, the longer I stared at this man. But I couldn’t fucking grasp from where I knew him from. The variety of tattoos that littered his face and neck seemed to stand out against the paleness of his skin but nothing compared to how deep he seemed to stare into my soul. Fear felt heavy in my stomach especially when the man broke out in a wide smile and winked. It was as if his gaze had paralyzed me in spot, unable to drag my feet far away from him. I couldn’t tell if he had hair since he wore a black beanie due to the cold chill and it didn’t seem as if the leather jacket with black t-shirt underneath kept him warm enough. His dark jeans were covered in mud at the ends along with his black combat boots. I tried so hard to pull my gaze away but when it landed on those pink, full lips, I felt the urge to devour them. Take them in my mouth to know what he tasted like.

Kiss him.

“You’re staring,” his rich voice echoed throughout the graveyard.

I blinked rapidly, the vice grip around me seemed to seep into the ground at my feet, so with one final flick of my gaze towards Jev’s grave, I scurried towards my car. I wanted to say goodbye to Jev one more time but I knew that tonight, I’d be seeing him again.

I didn’t stop feeling a burn on my birthmark or stop hearing the voice cradling inside of my brain until long after I pulled away from the cemetery.

ERIC

I watched Y/N long after she left the cemetery, a sinister smile pulling at my lips as I felt victory surge through me. It had been months of searching for her, trailing her scent only for it to cold until I eventually found her. I spent the next long while watching her in the shadows, learning her habits and routines, waiting for the right moment to run into her.

Literally.

She never gave me her name but I knew who she was, knew all about the little minx that got away from me that night. Now here I was, a year later ready to finish the job so I could move on.

I peered down towards the grave she was standing in front of moments ago and couldn’t stop the way a sinister smirk played on my lips. I gave the stone a few taps of my fingers in a way to say hello.

“Nice to see you again, Jev. Although, I must say you look worse than the last time I saw you.”

Over my shoulder, I felt the flap of wings followed by a large gust of wind. The scent of mint lingered in the air causing me to nearly gag in my mouth. I didn’t have to look to see who was now standing behind me.

“Draven,” the deep voice echoed in the space around me.

I let out a low hum, turning my gaze on where Y/N’s car was parked, now long gone. “Do you need something, Draco?”

“Master is curious to know how long this current mission will take.”

A low scowl pulled deep on my lips at the word master.

“I didn’t realize he was sending you to be his errand boy,” I snickered, finally looking away from the empty parking lot, over towards Draco.

His large red, scaly, wings were still protruding from his back and those red eyes shined through the ever growing darkness of the cemetery. Like always, his hair was slicked perfectly back, not a strand out of place. He always was the perfect model image for a Fallen, unlike me.

My wings were blacker than the night sky, almost a void. My eyes had lost their shine long before I fell. I had desecrated my holy body with scars and tattoos. While Draco wore a fine tailored suit, I wore dirty jeans, a snug t-shirt, and a long leather jacket.

“Well, since you failed your last mission three hundred and sixty five days ago, Master wants to make sure you complete this one,” Draco’s voice was steady and even, an eerily calmness to it which made my skin crawl.

“I didn’t fail my last mission. The target was eliminated,” I reminded him, a slight edge to my voice.

He made a low noise that sounded like disapproval and pity. “Yes but the witness. That was her, wasn't it?”

Something unknown stirred low in my gut knowing he was also watching Y/N. Even though I was set to kill her in less than four hours, I still didn’t like the look that flamed in his eyes.

“You can tell your master that the witness will be dealt with. No need to send his dogs after me,” I patted Draco’s shoulders before stalking away from him.

I could only handle so much of this particular Fallen. The longer I was around him, the more I felt my skin beginning to peel away. All I needed to do was kill Y/N then I’d be free from the Fallen. I could finally go where I wanted too, where I longed too, without the pressure of those greedy eyes watching me. Back home in the Kingdom, I’d always wanted to be a part of the Fallen due to all the stories I heard. I did whatever I could to become part of them but the King never cast me away.

Not until I snuck down to earth to kill someone who did nothing wrong. I hunted this mortal for sport and gave him a bloody death, all with a large grin on my face. When I sauntered back up into the Kingdom, I was met with the King who immediately tossed me back down and stripped me of my heavenly abilities. Which wasn’t much. I still had my wings and powers, but I couldn’t ascend The Kingdom any longer.

Good fucking riddance. I was perfectly fine being rid of that place.

I thought my life would become greater when I joined the other Fallen but it turned out to be worse than being under the King's rule. This master I was forced to follow when I fell was a tyrant, forcing me to do all of the dirty work he couldn’t be bothered to do. Since my transgression that made me fall was killing a man, that’s what the Master forced me to do. I was the killer amongst the Fallen, the amount of blood on my hands would have stained me red until the day I took my last breath; which unless someone had a special blade, that wouldn’t happen.

Last I heard, the blade that was meant to kill me was lost long ago when it fell into the hands of a family that bore my mark. According to the old tales, the only way an angel can die is if someone who bore their mark killed them with a special blade. Again, the blade that could kill me has been missing for centuries when the last person to bear my mark died.

“As much as I would love to see you fail again, Draven, the master wouldn’t approve. So please do all of us Fallen a favor and kill this witness. Or I’ll have to do it for you and you know that won’t end well for anyone.”

I wanted nothing more than to run back over towards Draco and rip out his heart at his threat. But I knew it would be pointless since it wouldn’t kill him and his powers to help him grow another heart. Instead, I bit down on my tongue to keep my words at bay and flipped him off right before my wings exploded from my back and I took off into the sky.

READER

Every single light inside my house was turned off and it was so quiet I could only hear my rapid breathing as I set the lit candle on my bedside table next to the picture of Jev and I from our wedding day. Next to the picture was a fresh cup of water, the condensation running down the class onto the wood of the table. I had my phone face down next to the cup and a bottle of my prescribed sleeping pills open.

After Jev died, I had a lot of trouble sleeping due to nightmares so my doctor prescribed me some meds to help me sleep. The dosage was pretty high when I would take one, I’d sleep for over twelve hours. So I decided a few months ago to stop taking them because I always felt like shit the next morning, almost like I was hung over. But now, I knew it was exactly what I needed to fulfill my plan.

My wet hair clung to the back of the shirt I wore, one of Jev’s old ones, as I sat on the edge of the bed. Red and splotchy eyes dragged over the picture on the end table one final time, a small smile lifting my lips slightly. His black hair was slicked back that day to showcase his sharp cheekbones and dark eyes. I’d been so amazed at how dark they were, almost black. Our wedding was a simple one, just the two of us at the courthouse and then we went out to dinner afterwards. Neither of us had family here besides my grandmother but she died a long time ago, leaving me with a box of her things still in the attic.

Jev and I met and got married within a year then moved to this quiet city in Washington about four months ago when he needed a new environment due to the old city we lived in bringing him too many memories of his past. I tried to ask him about it but every single time he brushed me off, stating it wasn’t worth explaining because he was trying to move on.

I knew there was a darkness deep inside of him but he was still the most loving and caring man I’d ever met. He would set the world on fire to protect me then lay his jacket on the ground so I didn’t burn my feet walking. Jev did whatever he could to keep me safe when we were together but I couldn’t do the same for him. The guilt for not being able to remember anything that night besides his bloody body is why I chose to end it tonight. It was my fault he died and I couldn’t even bring his killer to justice because I couldn’t fucking remember anything from that night

“You deserve justice, Jev. I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you it but we’ll be together soon. We never got to have that dance,” I cried, remembering his promise to take me dancing the night before he died.

For a whole year the pain was unbearable, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had nothing left on this earth anymore. This house became so cold when Jev died and mostly everything of his was untouched, still in the same spot he left them. The only thing of his, besides his clothes, that I touched often was I was ready to end everything so I could finally be with Jev again.

With a shaky breath, I dumped the bottle of pills into my palm and tossed them into my mouth. I washed it all down with nearly the whole cup of water and pulled the picture close to my chest, I lay down in Jev’s spot on the bed.

“See you soon, my love,” I whispered, slowly closing my eyes.

ERIC

The house was quiet, way too fucking quiet for my liking. And so dark if it wasn’t for my angelic eyes, I’d be sure to run into something. There wasn’t a sense of life in this familiar home as I walked through the living room, up the stairs towards the bedroom on the left; the primary. It was just before midnight so I strained my ears a bit to listen as I came to a stop at the top of the stairs. I couldn’t even hear her breathing if she was asleep.

I was certain Y/N was home since I’d been watching her earlier. I did have to leave for a few hours when my eyes caught sight of a peculiar blonde that crossed paths with me on the sidewalk. Even though I was Fallen, I still had urges that needed to be taken care of; tonight was a quick blow job in the blondes car. It wasn’t the best if I was being honest but enough for me to get a release I’d been somewhat desperate for.

Since we’re being honest, while the blonde had my dick shoved down her throat, all I could think of was Y/N’s pretty lips around me. When I met her in the cemetery earlier, I couldn’t stop staring at how full her lips looked as they parted in surprise when she saw me. I was so desperate for a taste of them that I may have put the thought in her head to kiss me.

To say I was a bit upset she didn’t was an understatement but I told myself it was for the best. I couldn’t get attached to someone I was meant to kill. In less than two minutes, this mission will finally come to an end and I can move on. Earn my spot amongst the Fallen and then I could do whatever I wanted with the rest of my days here on this dreaded earth.

But I was still perplexed on how I wasn’t hearing anything. It was as if she wasn’t home, no sign of life at all. My boots trudged along the old aged floor as I finally stepped inside of the bedroom, immediately coming to a halt at the sight. Y/N was sprawled out on the bed, her shirt hiked up to the middle of his stomach showcasing a perfect round ass covered by a flimsy excuse of underwear. Her hair was a mess, covering her face, but I could see those lips peaking out; pale and dry.

Cocking my head to the side, I did my best to ignore how hard my cock had gotten in my pants at the sight of her, and closed the distance towards the bed. She was clearly home so why couldn’t I hear her breathing if she was asleep?

I looked around the room to notice the empty pill bottle and cup on the end table. Suddenly, it clicked on why I couldn’t hear anything.

With a click of my tongue, I brushed the hair away from her face. “Well, it seems as if you saved both of us a mess, sweet one.”

My entire body froze when my fingers brushed along the mark on her neck, one I hadn’t seen for so long.

My brand.

My mark.

The mark of a serpent.

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath with my hands on my hips as I tried to think of what to do.

It had been so long since my mark was on someone that I honestly was at a loss of words on what I should do. The thing about my mark, it makes whoever bears it invincible in a sense. Yes, they are the only ones that can kill me, but it also means that this little attempt with the pills does nothing for Y/N. If anything, it just put her in a very deep sleep.

Every angel's mark was different. While mine kept her alive, there was only one way to kill her; the same blade which can only kill me. In order to kill someone with the mark, you need to dip the blade in the angel's blood before using it to kill the human.

Now the real kicker? The issue I was currently dealing with? If the human who bears the angel's mark dies, it also kills that angel. I couldn’t kill her because that meant I would die and quite honestly, I wasn’t ready to. But if I let her leave her tonight, Draco would come after her to kill her which again would mean I would die.

“Motherfucker!” I bellowed, running a hand through my hair as I paced the room.

Y/N continued to lay sprawled out on the bed, not moving an inch from my outburst. Her ass was still perfectly perched up in the air a bit and for a split second, I thought about sinking my teeth into it for a taste.

Focus, Eric! This is not the time to think about a piece of ass!

Letting out a breath, I thought about all of my options. There was a way to sever the bond between an angel and a human but no one had ever tried it to know if it was true. Right now was not the time to try it. I needed to get Y/N awake and have her give me the blade to hide it far away so Draco could never find it.

Throwing her over my shoulder, I let the picture frame she was cradling fall to the floor and I stepped on it as I walked into the adjacent bathroom. Tossing her limp body into the tub, I cringed at how hard she hit, only letting out the tiniest of moans; a noise that went straight to my dick. I needed to rectify this situation then get back to my apartment so I could fuck my hand to deal with this ache.

Without a second thought, I turned on the cold water all the way watching it soak Y/N in seconds, along with the white shirt she wore. It took a few seconds but she finally woke up with a scream when she realized she’d been bathed in icy water. She sputtered a few swears, rubbing away the water from her face to look up at me. Shock then realization slowly crept on her features when she saw the man she ran into at the cemetery was standing in front of her. I licked my lips slowly as I took in the sight of how her wet white shirt clung to her tits, showing me her pink nipples.

“Nice to see you again. We need to talk,” was all I said before I turned off the water and stalked back into the bedroom.

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thewardenisonthecase · 19 hours ago

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i cant rank all classes in all games because i havent played through all of them in all of the games. but imo.

da2 has my favorite mage gameplay of all games. also da2 has my favorite combat purely bc it makes me FAST and also the strategizing. its the reason this is the only game i play on normal, i love the combat a lot

mage veilguard is fine. i dont love the combat in dav so im biased, but i dont think is as bad as some people say

i like how the versatility of origins mage but my god. its literally stand there and click on attack. the lack of any animation gets to me

i hate the mage gameplay in dai so much i cant even begin to put it into words, its either they nuked all of the good spells or its hold down the RT/attack button which is not fun at all

every time i've had to control a warrior in DAI and DA2 i felt like the animation was so janky and stilted and it turned me off from playing warrior on those games.

Warrior veilguard also has some janky animations and way too much weight that it slows down stuff and i didnt find it as fun.

warrior in dao my beloved. i think the animations are great, yes its slow but i got better used to it than in dav plus the diversity of abilities is really good

i never played rogue in any of these games and i dont control the rogue characters as often but. controlling zevran and seeing momentum and having him alone kill a bunch of people in fort drakon made me want to try out rogue next

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avonsdrabbles · 1 day ago

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The big thing is, children need to be taught (not much, it’s really so easy to teach them) to put down a book if they’re not enjoying it, for any reason.

As a kid, books were my one connection point with my mother; I never felt too bad about what I read, at least until late high school. But in the meantime, I could read anything I wanted, no boundaries.

There came a time that I was reading what appeared to be a very normal fantasy novel for adults. I was enjoying the writing style and then boom — what I… assumed was supposed to be very graphic, explicit sex. It was. Incredibly poorly written, in retrospect.

I had a very mild freak out — I’m a child and this is porn, I’m gonna get arrested!!!! — but I went to my mom and went “um. This makes me uncomfortable.”

That was that. She said I didn’t have to read it, and if I ever wanted her to preview something, I could give her the book to read first. I took her up on that once with a horror-that-turned-out-to-be-romance novel.

A lot of my students who are avid readers have… mostly worked out this rule that you can stop any book. But there’s a brand of avid reader who easily falls into an enormous pitfall, and then another brand of non-avid reader who falls into a very different, equally large pitfall. I blame school.

ONE: Avid Reader, for love of the concept of stories. I see avid readers in my 6th grade classroom who love to pick up books I would’ve struggled with in college. And many of them go through happily! They love the challenge of reading. Sometimes, they do pick up a book that’s too challenging, but I don’t stop them. I had one girl read the entire Bartimaeus Sequence with a dictionary open on her desk. But the thing is — she loved that experience.

But I’ve seen those same kids frown at their book — often a regular ass chapter book, sometimes something a bit higher level but it really doesn’t matter — and then keep going. And that’s when I step in. “Hey, what’s that about? Are you enjoying it?” Usually, no, they aren’t, but they’re wishy washy about it. And I remind them they can stop if it’s not good, and I get the same sort of response; indignation. “I can’t stop reading in the middle of the book!! What if it gets good?”

This sort of kid wants to read this slog of a book, simply because Reading Is Good, The Story Must Go On. They’re reading, not for enjoyment of the story anymore, but for this concept of what stories should be. The only thing I’ve found that helps with these kids is letting them know I never finished a lot of books I was reading at one point cause I just found them so boring and stupid in many regards. Ranting about 1984 — a fantastic novel, obviously, with a lot of insight into current modern day tbh — and how I fucking despised it and never finished it? That helps them a lot.

TWO: (Usually) Non-Avid Reader, for excellence in reading. This one is usually not an avid reader, but it can be. These are those students who end up hating the book they’re reading because of the challenge level. It’s too difficult for them to comprehend while still enjoying the content. Now, that second part is crucial — again, I had a girl who didn’t understand a lick of the series she was reading who had a dictionary on her desk. But she loved that experience, and the story, once she approached the challenge.

The issue arises when it’s not fun anymore. A lot of students have this. Idea in their head — again, I blame school — that if they just struggle enough and hate every second but still manage, then it’ll mean they’re better at reading than they were before. And that’s… that’s bullshit. It kills me to see kids learning to hate reading because the only thing they’re “supposed” to read is shit that challenges them. It’s ridiculous.

To help, I typically remind them that books are largely made to entertain. If you aren’t entertained, the book has failed you. You’re allowed to be mean to books.

Sorry for the ramble lol

one of my most firmly held beliefs is there's no such thing as an inappropriate book for a kid and people try to debate me saying like buhhhhhh I shouldnt have been reading the things I did when I was a kid and it's like cool but did you die??? did anything bad happen to you?? or were you allowed to think about what you did and didn't know and walk away when something got too intense or whatever.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 days ago

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Part 4- When the stars fall

Jenna Ortega x Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request - It's a jenna ortega x male reader where jenna is a cat burglar and reader is a vigilante who runs into her every night.

Jenna just got home from her date and she hasn't stopped smiling. Emma lies next to Jenna on the bed and Jenna shows the pictures she took with her boyfriend.

“Wow, you and Y/N look so cute together. I haven't seen you smile this much before,” Emma said

“He makes me smile a lot. I did have fun with him today and he bought me flowers and other stuff,” Jenna smiled

Emma hasn't been on a date in a while. Her last relationship ended badly since then she hasn't tried again.

“He does look cute in the pictures with you,” Emma said

“He does. He looks hot when he is shirtless,” Jenna smiled

Jenna kept showing her pictures. Emma thinks Jenna’s boyfriend is attractive, Jenna doesn't mind Emma telling her that her boyfriend is cute. Jenna showed a shirtless picture to Emma and her eyes opened wider.

“I see why you smile a lot. He does look hot,” Emma smiled

“I told you,” Jenna smiled

Jenna starts to talk about her date.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Charlie is in the apartment and he is looking for food. There's no food in the fridge and he is angry, he wasted his money on beer and drugs. He walked to Emma’s room while drinking beer.

“Where is Jenna?” Charlie asked

“She is on a date with her boyfriend,” Emma said

Emma is trying to playing her favorite game online, but her laptop is years old and out of date.

“Where?” Charlie asked

“I’m not telling you. And why do you want to know? You better not call Jenna,” Emma said

“Where does he live? We can break into his house now and take everything he has,” Charlie said

“No! Just leave me alone. I want to play my game not hear you bitch and moan about him,” Emma said angirly

He grabbed her arm hard and forced her to stand up.

“You are going to take me where they are right now,” Charlie said

Emma felt scared and she didn't recognize him.

“Okay, I will take you,” Emma said

He dragged her out of the apartment, then she told him which restaurant they were in. Charlie wants to emabrass Jenna’s boyfriend and prove he is useless. Jenna noticted Charlie and Emma walking towards them and she isn't happy at all.

“Jenna!” Charlie yelled

“Lower your voice down. What are you doing here?” Jenna said

“He made me,” Emma said

“You must be Charlie,” You said

“And you are the famous boyfriend that Jenna is with, the rich asshole,” Charlie laughed

“Charlie, enough! You are drunk. Go home now!” Jenna said

“He has been drinking all day,” Emma said

“Listen to her and go home,” You said

You study his movement then he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Or what? You can't fight. All rich guys are scared to fight and she is an idiot for dating you,” Charlie smirked

“Don’t call her an idiot or I will make you regret it,” You said

“Charlie, enough! Just leave. You are an embarrassment,” Jenna said

“It’s true. He is an idiot,” Charlie said

Charlie was going to punch you in the face, but you grabbed his fist. Then you twisted his arm to his back then slammed on onto the table. Then you pushed him to the floor then the manager made you and the others leave the restaurant. Charlie felt embarrassed

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Jenna yelled

Charlie tried again he was going to punch you. But you punched him in the stomach then you grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the brick wall.

“If you ever put your hands on either of them, it will be the last thing you do,” You said

You punched him the stomach again then pushed him to the ground.

“Fuck you!” Charlie struggled to breathe

You walked towards your car, and Emma followed then Jenna did the same. They get in your car and you started to drive away in your car.

“I’m not going to apologize for defending myself,” You said

“I wasn't going to say that. But thanks for defending us. I didn't know you could fight,” Jenna said

“You were fast, Y/N. I'm sorry I ruined the date, he made me do it,” Emma said

“I’m not mad at you, Emma,” Jenna said

“Me either. But you and Jenna can stay with me for the night, I won't feel safe you two going back to the apartment tonight,” You said

“Really? But we don't have clothes,” Emma said

“Actually, i still have Jenna’s bag and your bag from the beach in my mansion. Jenna keeps forgetting to take it back,” You said

“No wonder I couldn't find my favorite shirt,” Emma giggled

You drove straight to your mansion and she gasped.

“Wow, your house is huge! Oh my god!” Emma said

Alfred opened the door and greeted you three. You introduced Alfred to them and Emma is shocked you have a butler.

“Emma, if you are hungry he will cook something for you,” You said

“I don't know…” Emma said

“Don’t be shy. Just tell me what you want to eat and I will make it,” Alfred said

“I will want a hamburger,” Emma said

“I will get started. Master Y/N, will you want something to eat?” Alfred said

“No,” You said

“Ms. Jenna, do you?” Alfred said

“I’m craving mint chocolate ice cream,” Jenna said

“But you hate mint chocolate ice cream,” Emma said

“I know but I’m craving it for some reason,” Jenna said

“We do have the ice cream,” Alfred said

Alfred walked to the kitchen while give them the tour of your house. Emma went to the bathroom while you and Jenna went to the living room. She sits on your lap and you start to touch her hair.

“I thought you wouldn't like my short hair,” Jenna said

“I did mean it when I said I like it. Don't let anyone say that you are ugly, especially not Charlie. And I won't apologize,” You said

“I know. I won't make you apologize to him. I don't know what got into him,” Jenna sighed

“Stop being friends with him,” You said

“We live with him. Its not like we can just move,” Jenna said

“Jenna-”

She just pressed your lips on yours, then you feel her tongue going inside your mouth. You start to kiss her back and your hand goes down to her ass.

“I just wanted to shut you up,” Jenna said

“You know-”

She did it again, then you and Jenna started to smile.

Emma comes out of the bathroom. She started to wander around the hallways, and she sees portraits of you and your parents together. She starts to stare at every portrait on the wall, then she noticted a door semi-opened and she went inside the room. There are animal heads on the wall, and family pictures on the desk and she picked it up and stared at the picture. Then she looked at the bookshelf and she pulled a book half way, but stopped she turned around and she got a text and started to read it. The serect passage opened but she didn't notice, she left the room quickly and forgot about the book.

She walks through the hallway, but she passes the stairs towards the living room. She sees a staircase leading down, and she goes down. But she doesn't recognize the hallways, but she kept walking Then she opened a door. Its a room filled with wine, then she goes back upstairs but goes the other way. She went upstairs and ended up on the second floor, There are more doors. She sees stairs towards the end of the hallway and she goes downstairs but she ends up in the basement. She goes back the same way but ends up in the fourth floor then she takes out her phone.

“Pick up,” Emma mumbled

Jenna stopped kissing and she answered her phone. Then she started to laugh then put the call on speaker.

“Emma, is lost” Jenna giggled

“Shut up! I have no idea where i am. This house feels like a maze,” Emma said

“Where are you exactly. Describe the hallways,” You said

“Old pictures everywhere,” Emma said

“Head straight down passing the head statue and we will meet you by the staircase,” You said

“Okay,” Emma said

You and Jenna leave the living room. She holds your hand and you know where Emma is. Emma is heads straight down the hallway and she doesn't like the portraits because they creep her out. Emma got scared because you and Jenna startled her but Jenna laughed.

“Don’t laugh,” Emma said

“It’s funny how you got lost,” Jenna giggled

“Shut up,” Emma said

“The house was meant to be a maze but the owners changed their minds. Then my family bought the maze and made it into a house,” You said

Emma followed you and Jenna to the dining room. After a while of talking and eating, you take Emma to the guest room. Then Jenna goes to your bedroom and she is speechless.

“Your room can fit our apartment in here,” Jenna said

“This room is the biggest. The others are small,” You said

She grabbed your shirt then she makes you lie next to her on the bed. You and Jenna just smile at each other then she gives you a peck on the lips. You changed into your pajamas and Jenna wears your shirt and shorts.

“Favorite shirt?” Jenna asked

“What makes you think that?” You asked

“The holes on your shirt,” Jenna giggled

You lie in bed shirtless then she lies next to you. She traces the scar on your chest and her leg is on top of your legs; while you have your arm around her body. You and Jenna are just talking about everything and you play with her hair. She kissed you on the lips, then your face, and your chin. You kiss her on the lips then she started to kiss you back. Her hand goes down towards your bulge and she pulls down your briefs and she wrapped her hand around your drink. She begins to stroke your dick and you are starting to get hard.

She sucks on your bottom lip. She moves her hand faster and she starts to rub her pussy on your thigh.

“Something you want to tell me?” You teased

“Yeah, I do want to tell you something,” Jenna smiled

You get on your side then you start to kiss her. She lies on her back and keeps smiling at you, then you get on top of her. You pull down her shorts and panties then you start to kiss her neck and start to go down. Then you take off her shorts and panties then she put her legs on your shoulders. You lick her pussy and she put her hands on your head and she is starting to moan. She feels your tongue going inside her pussy and she arched back. She squeezed her thighs around your head and she moaned your name loud.

“Fuck! That always feels so good!” Jenna moans

Your dick is semi hard. You are moving your tongue faster and she is starting to smile. Your hands go under her shirt and you start to squeeze her breasts hard and she closes her eyes for a moment. You look up, you and Jenna are smiling at each other. Her thumb touches your bottom lip then you kiss her thumb.

“You want me to stop?” You asked

“I didn't say stop, babe” Jenna smiled

You get up and her hand is still on your face, while her thumb is in your mouth. You put your dick inside her pussy then she gasped. You are gentle and you feel how wet she is, then she moves her hand away. You lie on top of her and you start to move your hips, she bends her knees. You and Jenna are moaning loud but she is louder.

You and Jenna stare into each other’s eyes. Her pussy is sqeezuing your dick then you push your dick deeper. She arched her back and pressed her head hard on the pillow. Then she looks at you and you start to kiss and she put her hands behind your neck. You are hitting her G-spot and you move your hips a little faster. She bites your bottom lip hard and she cum on your dick, but your lip starts to bleed then you stopped.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Jenna panicked

You touch your lip and you see blood. Jenna is apologizing repeatedly and she thought you would be mad.

“It’s fine, Jenna,” You said

“Do you mean it?” Jenna asked

“I mean it, Jenna I’m fine,” You said

“Let me make it up to you,” Jenna said

“How?” You asked

“Let me show you,” Jenna said

She kissed you then she licks the blood from your bottom lip. You and Jenna continued to make passionate love.

•—-•——•

After having sex, you and Jenna fell asleep. But you hear your second phone ringing, then you grab it. Jenna doesn't wake up and you start to read your text. You slowly get out of bed and you head to the lair. You put on your suit then you leave on your motorcycle. You head to the shipping docks and you get on the roof of the warehouse.

“The night master has arrived,” Jason Todd joked

“Your jokes are old,” You said

“What? I know you like my jokes” Jason said

“This is me laughing,” You said

You don't make any facial expression and you didn't laugh.

“Good times,” Jason said

“Why are we here?” You asked

“The cartels are doing a drug deal. And I thought you would want to join the fun. We haven't worked together in a while,” Jason said

He gets his guns ready. You and Jason used to work together taking down strong drug lords. But he had to leave the city for a while but he does kill but only the worst criminals.

“Let’s have some fun,” You said

“After you,” Jason said

You and Jason waited for the moment before attacking. Once the other cartel arrived, then you and Jason jumped through the ceiling window. They are starting to shoot then Jason started to shoot back. You run the other way then you start to fight five guys at once. Jason helped you out by shooting three guys then he focused on the leaders. He started to fight with his fists and he is making them bleed, he kept punching them in the face. Then he shoot the guy who was running towards him. You keep fighting, you flipped a guy to the ground then kicked him in the face. Then Jason killed the leaders with his guns and you called Lucy Chen so she could arrest the criminals.

Jenna wakes up and runs to the bathroom. She starts to throw up and she wipes the tears away. She noticted that her boyfriend isn't in the bedroom then she throws up again. She washed her mouth and she feels sick. She grabbed her phone and called him but he didn't pick up or text. She noticted a button by the bed and she pressed it, but she didn't hear anything. She figured the button must be broken but she kept calling her boyfriend but it went to voicemail. Two minutes later, she hears a knock on the door and she went to open it.

“Alfred, what are you doing here?” Jenna asked

“You called for me, Ms. Jenna. The button by the bed is an alarm for me” Alfred said

“Oh! I thought it was broken because it didn't make a sound,” Jenna said

“The alarm is sent to me. Is there something I can do for you?” Alfred said

“I’m not feeling good and I threw up a whole ago,” Jenna said

“Follow me and I will make tea for you,” Alfred said

Jenna followed him to the kitchen. He starts to make the tea and she doesn't look at him.

“Where is Y/N?” Jenna asked

“In his office at the company. This will happen often,” Alfred said

“Everytime? I tried calling him but nothing. I don't feel good and I wanted him to be near me,” Jenna said

“I understand. But he would leave at random hours to work. Are you going to be okay with that?” Alfred said

He pours the tea into the cup and gives it to her. Then she asked for honey and he grabbed the honey for her.

“I don't think I will be used to it,” Jenna said

She drinks her tea and he pours tea for himself.

“Then tell him how you feel,” Alfred said

“I will,” Jenna said

Jenna starts to ask questions about Alfred’s past. They start to have a conversation and they are starting to create a bond.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You take Jenna shopping, and she is happy to be with you. The owner greeted you and you introduced him to Jenna.

“What do you need?” He said

“I need a dress for her and a suit for me. We are going to the gala together and I want her to look beautiful,” You said

You have your arm around her waist.

“Of course, we will do anything for our favorite client,” He said

You walk around with Jenna while looking at the dress.

“These prices are too much. Thousand dollars for a dress!” Jenna said too loud.

“Just forget about the price. If you like the dress try it on and I will pay for it, don't worry about the price,” You said

You kiss her head then she smiled.

“But your friends won't like my style,” Jenna said

“I know that you don't care what they think and they are not my friends. This gala is mostly about business and I want you to be by my side,” You said

You watch her look at the dresses. Then she asked for your opinion then you told her to try on a dress that you picked. You wait for her and she goes to the changing room. You read emails while waiting for her then a few minutes later she comes out.

“What do you think, babe?” Jenna asked

“You look beautiful in that dress. Do you like it?” you asked

Jenna smiled then she looked in the mirror.

“I really like it. Oh my god, this dress cost four thousand dollars!” Jenna said

You get up and stand behind her. And you put your hands on her waist.

“You look beautiful. I told you not to worry about the price, I want to give you everything,” You said

She turns around and you place your hand on her cheek and gently caresses her cheek with your thumb. You kiss her forehead then she sees a fur coat that she likes.

Jenna is helping you pick a suit. She did pick out a few and told you to try them on. You are in the dressing room and the first suit you put on is dark blue. Jenna gets up because she wants to surprise you, she pulled the curtains then smacked your ass. You turned around quickly then she purrs

“Sexy,” Jenna winked

You pulled her towards you and closed the curtains. You start to kiss her and you pick her up, her legs tighten around your waist. She starts to moan while kissing you. You pressed her against the wall and you started to kiss her neck: she is smiling and she is getting turned on.

“Stop, stop, Y/N. Put me down now!” Jenna said

You quickly put her down then she runs to the bathroom. You are confused what happened then you on your clothes and wait for her. Ten minutes she comes out of the bathroom and she has her hand on her stomach.

“Are you sick?” You asked

“Yeah, I been like this for the last two days. Alfred has been taking care of me since you haven't been there,” Jenna said

“I said, I was sorry babe. I do work late hours at the company. I will take you home now,” You said

“Okay,” Jenna said

“I think you should stay home and not come with me,” You said

“No, I want to go and I won't stay home,” Jenna said

“You are stubborn,” You said

Jenna did tell you which suit to pick. You buy the dress that she wants with the fur coat.

•——•——-•

You arrived at the gala with Jenna. She is holding your hand and she is feeling beautiful. You introduced her to a few people but they started to judge her. But you walk away with her

“They are assholes,” Jenna said

“I know they are. You don't have to tell them about your past,” You said

“I know. They probably think I’m a gold digger because I don't have a job,” Jenna said

“If you and Emma need a job, you can work at my company,” You said

“I don't know. Would I have to wear a suit?” Jenna said

“Yes,” You said

Before Jenna can say a word, your ex-girlfriend said something.

“Y/N, it’s been a long time,” Hunter Schafer saidshe smiled at you then kissed you on the cheek but close to your lips.

“Hunter, it’s good to see you. This is Jenna my girlfriend. Jenna this is Hunter Schafer, my ex,” You said

Jenna didn't like Hunter almost kissed your lips.

“It’s nice to meet you. You work with Y/N?” Jenna said

“No, we don't do business together. We met in our senior year of college and we dated Then I moved away. Y/N you look handsome in that suit,” Hunter said

Hunter started to touch your bicep and Jenna got angry.

“We dated for a while but we stayed as friends. Hunter, you look beautiful” You said

Hunter smiled.

“Y/N, come with me to get a drink at the bar,” Jenna said

“Don’t take long, Y/N we have a lot to talk about,” Hunter said

You nod at Hunter, then you walk away with Jenna.

“Why would you let her do that in front of my face?” Jenna asked angrily

“Why are you mad?” You asked

“You let her flirt with you and you didn't stop her,” Jenna said

She glared at you.

“I’m sorry and I shouldn't have let her do that. I didn't think she was flirting with me, honest,” You said

“Whatever, Y/N. I'm going to the bathroom,” Jenna said

She walks away and you sigh. You sit at the bar and you ordered a drink then Hunter sits next to you.

“Thanks for lying on how we met, Hunter,” You said

“I did miss you. Not everyone will understand how we met. I blame you for ruining sex for me,” Hunter said

“Why?” You asked

“Only you knew what to do and you always made me feel good. And, I always liked how rough you were with me,” Hunter

“I haven't told her that we met on Grindr then again on the yacht for Oliver Queen’s party. Well, I haven't told her I have dated both sides,” You said

“You should tell her. So, there isn't a chance we will leave together tonight?” Hunter said

“No. We used to have fun but I don't cheat,” You said

“I know, Y/N. I miss the fun we used to have,” Hunter said

“I haven't forgotten,” You said

“How are you nights going?” Hunter asked

“Still going out at random hours, that hasn't changed,” You said

“I still remember that night when I first found out. You came back the apartment badly hurt and I had to take care of your wounds. You were so stubborn that you couldn't take time to heal,” Hunter said

“I remember. Then you yelled at me for almost an hour,” You said

“Because you almost died. I couldn't see you like that,” Hunter said

“I know you care for me. I do appreciate what you have done for me in the past,” You said

You and Hunter continued to talk. Jenna is in the bathroom and she is still feeling angry.

“Wow, you are Lena Luthor” Jenna smiled

“You must be, Y/N’s girlfriend. People do talk a lot at parties. You seem angry,” Lena said

“My name is Jenna. Y/N, is talking to his ex and he let her touch him. And he told me about you and him being together,” Jenna said

“I assure you, that he will never cheat on you. Y/N, isn't the type to wonder or chase after anyone while in a relationship. I don't have feelings for him, we just hooked up and that's it. We are better as friends. Do you trust him,” Lena said

“I do trust him. He is the best boyfriend I've ever had,” Jenna said

“You have nothing to worry about. I know you make him happy,” Lena smiled

“Thanks. You are not like the others,” Jenna said

“Whatever you need, just call me ok? I don't care what time it is,” Lena smiled

Lena and Jenna traded phone numbers. Jenna left the bathroom and he is still talking to Hunter. Hunter leaves then you asked Jenna to dance.

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked

“A little bit. But I know you won't do it on purpose. I just got a flashback because my ex-boyfriend did it to me,” Jenna said

“I don't want anyone else and you make me happy, Jenna. I would never disrespect you like that,” You said

Jenna was going to say something but she became speechless.

“Y/N, it has been a long time,” Roulette smiled

“Roulette,” You said

“I’m happy to see you. But I thought you would come alone,” Roulette said

“This is my girlfriend Jenna,” You said

Jenna and Roulette stare at each other. Jenna can feel her heart racing, she doesn't want him to know about her secret.

“Have we met before?” Roulette Asked

“I have one of those faces,” Jenna said

"Oh really, I thought I saw you with a guy named Charlie. I thought he was your boyfriend,” Roulette said

“You are confused with someone else,” Jenna said

“You look like a girl that stole from my casino,” Roulette said

“Enough. Don't assume she steals from people,” You said

“I’m not. Beautiful dress, Jenna,” Roulette said

“T-thank you. Sorry, we can't stay and chat we are going home,” Jenna said

“Next time, Y/N we should go out and get drinks,” Roulette said

“We will see,” You said

She watched them leave together. The valet had to get your car while waiting, Jenna looked at you. But she noticted you checking out a feminine guy, Jenna is confused why. You stared at him for a few seconds then you opened the car door for Jenna. You start to drive and she couldn't ignore what she saw.

“Y/N, where you checking him out?” Jenna asked

“What?” You asked

“I saw you checking out that guy in front of me. Do you like guys, Y/N?” Jenna said

“I have dated guys before I met you,” You said

“Why didn't you tell me?” Jenna asked

“You didn't ask,” You said

“We are a couple and you are supposed to tell me. It feels like I know you then something comes up then I don't know you,” Jenna said

“We are still getting to know each other. Wait is this a problem for you?” You said

“Yeah, because you didn't tell me,” Jenna said

“Fine. I have grindr but I haven't deleted my account,” You said

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Jenna said

“I haven't used it in a long time,” You said.

“Let me see your phone,” Jenna said

“Do you think I’m cheating on you?” You asked

“Can’t see your phone?” Jenna asked

“You didn't answer my question. Jenna, I’m not cheating on you and I only want you” You said

You gave her your phone and told her the code.

“I don't think you are cheating on me, Y/N. I just don't want to be your beard” Jenna said

“You are not my beard. The pictures are explicit, just letting you know,” You said

Jenna opened the app. She starts to read the messages and her eyes opened wider.

“Oh my god!” Jenna said out loud

“What?” You said

“The pictures and the texting, oh my god,” Jenna said

“I told you,” You said

You arrived at your mansion, but you and Jenna just sit in the car.

“These messages, I’m in shock. You and them are talking about sex and stuff. Did you always know or is this new?” Jenna said

“I always knew since boarding school. I’m not ashamed of being bi,” You said

“Do you still use the app for sex?” Jenna asked

“It’s only sex. I haven't used the app before we started dating, I've just been busy,” You said

“Who is the last person you slept with?” Jenna asked

“A few,” You said

“What is a few?” Jenna asked

“About ten people, men and women,” You said

“Ten!?” Jenna yelled

“Lena Luthor, Miguel Barragan, Jean Grey, Laurel Lance, Bobby Drake-”

“I get it, Y/N. I don't need their phone numbers either,” Jenna said

“I’m not mad that you slept with guys. I’m just shocked like really shocked. I did had sex with women before but not a lot like you,” Jenna said

“Hot. But how many?” You said

“Just two,” Jenna said.

“Okay,” You said

“There is a lot I don't know about you. Tell me everything about your family,” Jenna said

“Same with you. Tell me about your foster family and why you don't want to meet your real family,” You said

“They didn't want me; so why look for them? Y/N, I told you that I don't want to meet them. My foster mom cared about me and she was a good mom but my foster dad was a drunk and abusive. I haven't spoken to her in a while, I used to call her every day but that changed,” Jenna said

“How?” You asked

You parked your car in front of your house.

“Life. How was your life living as a rich boy” Jenna said

“My foster family couldn't have a baby so they adopted me. I’m an only child and they gave me anything I wanted. Since I was ten my dad taught me how to hunt then he put me into sports then taught me how to run the company. I went to boarding school since I was eleven until I was eighteen. But when my dad died, my mom left and hasn't been there for me since. She still blames me for my father’s death and she fired Alfred but I gave him an option to keep working for me or retire,” You said

Jenna followed you inside the house.

“Mom?!” You said in shock

She looks at you and Jenna, but she is drinking whiskey. Alfred is standing next to her and Alfred takes Jenna’s coat.

“What are you doing here?” You asked

“I can't see my son? And who is this?” She asked

“This is Jenna Ortega, my girlfriend. But we haven't spoken in almost a year,” You said

“She looks like she is from the trailer park, poor choice Y/N. Why won't you get back with Victoria Sinclair? She is beautiful, rich, and smart,” She said

“Never talk about my girlfriend like that” You angirly said

Jenna grabbed your hand and put her hand on your chest.

“Babe-”

“No! She can't talk to you like that,” You said

“I didn't do anything to you. And I’m not from the trailer park,” Jenna said

“Victoria is much better and prettier than you. Y/N, just dump her now,” She said

“No! Why are you really here? You still blame me for Dad’s death,” You said

“I need you to step down so i can take over the company. I’m still a part of the team and they will vote you out” She said

“No. You will run the company to the ground,” You said

“Why do you blame him for your husband's death?” Jenna asked

“Because of him, my husband is dead. That night he was supposed to be with me but instead he wanted to see Y/N, because He needed help” She said

“Just leave now!” You yelled

“Don’t you dare yell at me! I’m still your mother!” She yelled

“You just left after dad’s funeral. You didn't bother to check up on me or call on my birthday. You just started to travel as if I didn't exist to you. Now you walk back into my life and disrespect the women I love. I’m not getting back with Victoria or anyone you want me to be with. Leave now before I call the cops,” You said angirly

You walked away. Alfred made sure that your mother left then Jenna went after you.

“Babe?” Jenna said

“She had no right to come back and talk like that! I can't believe her!” You yelled

It’s the first time Jenna has seen you angry. Jenna can't belive that you said you love her, she feels the same way but is scared to say it back.

“Was she always like that?” Jenna asked

“Up tight? Yes. I had to be perfect in everything, if i messed up one time then she would punish me. My dad was strict but not like her, and she would take it too far. She made me take music lessons, fencing, archery, and other stuff,” You said

“Who is Veronica Sinclair?” Jenna asked

“Roulette. That's her real name. She thinks that Roulette is perfect in everything and can do no wrong in her eyes. Since I was a teenager, she always told me to marry her and no one else,” You said

You sit on the bed and you sighed heavily. Jenna sits next to you and she holds your hand, she starts to comfort you.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You have been very busy with work and saving people. You haven't seen Jenna for days and your mother keeps telling you to break up with Jenna.

You finally took Jenna to the movies for date night. She is excited to watch the movie but during the movie, she asked you a question but when she looked at you fell asleep. She isn't happy but she decided to keep watching the movie, few minutes later she looked at you and you were still sleeping. Jenna texted Emma then put her phone away.

Jenna- He is sleeping. Worst date. I haven't seen him in days now that we have time he falls asleep 😠

Emma- Oh that sucks. Coming home early?

Jenna didn't text but Emma figured she would come home early. When the movie finished, Jenna had to shake your arm then you woke up

“Did you like the movie?” Jenna asked

“Yeah, good movie” You lied

“It’s sad the dog died,” Jenna said

“Yeah, that was sad,” You said unsure

“There was no dog! You fell asleep, Y/N” Jenna said

You can tell Jenna is angry, she started to walk away. You started to follow her and you started to apologize.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep,” You said

“Whatever, Y/N” Jenna said

You grabbed her arm but she pulled away.

“Y/N, I haven't seen you for days now that we have time together you fall asleep during the movie,” Jenna said

You couldn't tell her that you were out all night saving people.

“I've been working hard and i had meetings after meetings to do this week. It’s not easy to run a company and you know i work late hours,” You said

“But you always made time for me, Y/N!” Jenna yelled

People started to stare at you and Jenna. She walks away again and you start to follow her.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep. I missed you and you have every right to be angry, but let me make it up to you,” You said

“How?” Jenna asked

“Let me take you shopping tomorrow. Emma can join us if you want. But i mean it, i will buy you anything you want” You said

You wrapped your arms around her.

“Anything?” Jenna asked

“Yes, anything you want. It's my way of apologizing for ruining date night, Tomororw we can go shopping anywhere you want,” You said

“Fine,” Jenna said

You give her a peck on the lips.

•——•——•

You were ready to pick up Jenna to go shopping. But Zendaya called you and you have to help her.

“Alfred, I need you to take Jenna shopping. I have to help Zendaya and I need to go now,” You said

You take out your wallet and give him the credit card.

“She won't be happy about you not going,” Alfred said

“I know. But this is important,” You said

“Remember, in relationships two people have to put in the effort not just one,” Alfred said

“I know. But you are not backing out of this. Please take Jenna shopping and let her buy anything she wants. And you have to meet her in an hour,” You said

“I will leave now. I will tell Jenna, that you had to work at the company,” Alfred said

“Thank you! and she is lives in a bad part of town so be careful,” You said

“I understand, master Y/N,” Alfred said

You head to the lair and start to take off your clothes and put on the suit. Alfred went to the garage and started to think what car to take. Then he gets a text from you and you sent him the address and he knows the area. Alfred gets in the black jeep and he starts to drive while you call Zendaya.

Jenna is talking with Emma in the apartment. Then they hear a knock and Emma went to open the door.

Jenna stood up to see who was that door.

“Hi, Alfred!” Jenna smiled

“Hello, Ms. Jenna. Master Y/N, can't make it today because they need him at the company. He told me to take you shopping right now,” Alfred said

“You can't be serious! He promised to make it up to me, ugh!” Jenna said angrily

“He said to take you any store you want and he gave me his credit card to use,” Alfred said

Jenna isn't happy. She called you but it went straight to voicemail but she left a angry voicemail and she did yell.

“Emma, you are coming with me,” Jenna said

“Are you sure?” Emma asked

Jenna grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the apartment. Alfred opened the car door for them and Emma is feeling excited about going shopping.

“He isn't picking up?” Emma asked

“No. But I did send him a angry text but he hasn't seen it. Alfred is there a limit for me?” Jenn said

“No. He said buy anything you want,” Alfred said

“Good,” Jenna said

Jenna would mostly want makeup and clothes. Jenna will make Emma pick out the items she wants but Emma is hesitating because it was meant to be for Jenna only.

Once at the store Alfred followed the girls around Sephora. Jenna gave him the basket and he didn't hesitate to hold it. Alfred watched them pick items and talk about what color looked good on them. The basket started to get filled fast, but he didn't say anything.

“You've always been his butler?” Emma asked

“Yes. I have raised master Y/N since he was a baby,” Alfred said

“Y/N is so lucky he got a family,” Emma said

“Emma, which color do you think I should get? I think both will look good on my lips,” Jenna said

“I like both,” Emma said

“Alfred, do you think I should get both?” Jenna asked

“Yes, if that's what you want,” Alfred said

Jenna smiled and put both in the basket. They grabbed everything they always wanted and they would ask Alfred for his opinion. When it came time to pay, the total was over two hundred dollars and Alfred used the credit card. The girls are happy then they dragged him to the clothing store. Alfred would sit down and watch them pick the clothes they wanted. They did pick a lot of clothes, Jenna is happy about not wearing used clothes for a while.

Next, Jenna dragged Emma into the technology store. Emma couldn't help to smile and Jenna smiled back.

“Pick any laptop or game, whatever you like and Y/N will pay for it,” Jenna smiled

Emma looked at Alfred for approval.

“She is right. Pick anything you want and he will pay for it,” Alfred said

Emma’s smile for bigger and she started to look around the store.

“I hope, you don't get the bad idea that we are gold diggers because we are not,” Jenna said

“I know you are not a gold digger, Ms. Jenna. On day one you would have made it clear if you were. But I can see you care about master Y/N even when he does something wrong. He did make it clear, to take you shopping and get anything you want,” Alfred said

“Has he done this before? Let some women use his card?” Jenna said

“No. You are the first and he did feel bad about not being here,” Alfred said

“Jenna look, they have the new color for the laptop I always wanted! I got these cat ears headphone and it lights up!” Emma cheerfully said

She put everything she wanted in the cart. Emma filled the cart with everything she wanted, and she couldn't wait to go home to build her pc. Alfred paid for everything and Emma hasn't stopped smiling. Jenna is in shock about Alfred about her boyfriend used to date guys.

“How about we get something to eat?” Emma asked

“Ladies pick the restaurant you want to eat,” Alfred said

Jenna and Emma started talking all about where to eat. They decided to eat at a restaurant they used to miss eating at.

“Have you been here before Alfred?” Emma asked

“No. I'm not a fan of fast food” Alfred said

“What is your favorite food?” Emma asked

“Homemade shepherd's pie and cucumber sandwich,” Alfred said

“Oh… that's interesting. We never had that but it sounds fancy,” Emma said

“It is a British cuisine,” Alfred said

They sit down and he sits across from them. They looked at the menu and Alfred just ordered salad and an iced tea. Jenna and Emma started to eat their food then they asked questions.

“Has he been in love before?” Jenna asked

“He has been in love be before. But you are different and I can see he truly loves you. He just needs to show it to you more,” Alfred said

“Do you love him?” Emma asked

“I-I..”

Jenna didn't know what to say. She has strong feelings for him but never said those words to him yet. She kept stuttering then her phone started to ring and she was relieved.

“It’s a text from Y/N. He said sorry and he will make it up to me. I’m not going to reply to him right now,” Jenna said

She started to drink her soda, Alfred studied her body expression. Already started to ask them questions about their interest. After eating, Alfred drives them home and he carried the bags to their apartment. Alfred leaves and he started to drive back to the mansion.

•——-•——-•

You are with Zendaya waiting for Firefly, you two are standing on the roof. He wants to burn down a homeless shelter.

“Does Jenna know?” Zendaya asked

“I haven't told her. I was supposed to be with her right now,” You said

“Let me guess, you lied saying you are at the company? When are you going to tell her?” Zendaya asked

“I want to tell her but I don't know when to tell her,” You said

“How did you meet her?” Zendaya asked

“At the charity gala then at the coffee shop. She thought I was cutting the line but I wasn't,” You said

“Cute. Do you remember how we met? I can't belive you lied just to get my attention,” Zendaya giggled

“I do remember. Dating anyone special?” You said

“Yeah, he is a nice guy and he makes me happy. I think we should do a double date. He knows my secret but don't worry I didn't tell him you are Night Fist. Its funny how you lied pretending not to know how to play tennis and you wanted me to coach you, then you asked me out,” Zendaya said

“Back then it was the only way to get your attention,” You said

“Firefly is on the move,” Zendaya said.

You and Zendaya see Firefly go inside the building across the street.

“Firefly, you wont burn down any more buildings,” You said

“I’m not scared of you or Sunstone,” Firefly said

“What did you do to Carol?” Zendaya asked

“Let’s just say she can't light anything in the dark,” Firefly laughed

You and Zendaya started to run towards Firefly. But he started to spread flames at you two, but Zendaya used her powers to create a shield. Now, Firefly started to use his jetpack to fly. But you used the grappling gun aimed at the wall and you passed by him

You jumped down on one knee then you stood up. Firefly hears the sound of the timer then it went off, destroying Firefly’s jetpack. Firefly falls to the ground then he gets back up. But flames come out of his wrists then you started to run towards him, you punched him in the face then Zendaya kicked him in the chest. Then she grabbed his arm and used energy blast on him then he hit the wall. She runs towards him then picks him up by his neck and she is filled with rage.

“Where is Carol!?” Zendaya yelled

“Seriously? That's all you can do,” Firefly said

“I wasn’t aiming to hit you. Check your back,” You said

You jumped down on one knee then you stood up. Firefly hears the sound of the timer then it went off, destroying Firefly’s jetpack. Firefly falls to the ground then he gets back up. But flames come out of his wrists then you started to run towards him, you punched him in the face then Zendaya kicked him in the chest. Then she grabbed his arm and used energy blast on him then he hit the wall. She runs towards him then she grabbed him by the neck and slams him against the brick wall.

“Where is Carol!?” Zendaya yelled

“I won't tell you,” Firefly said

She starts to choke him then Firefly looks at you.

“I’m not going to help,” You said

“Wrong answer,” Firefly said

He had a backup jet and he starts to fly. Then he aimed his wrists at her, before the flames came out she let go and you grabbed her before she hit the ground. You put her down; then you used the grappling gun again. It caught his ankle then you used your weight to get closer to him. Now you and Firefly are fighting mid-air, Zendaya is trying to get a good aim but can't. Firefly punched you in the face twice and you are bleeding from the lip. While flying mid air, you and Firefly kept hitting the brick walls. Then you punched him in the face then you headbutted him in the face.

“Use your blast!” You yelled

“You will get hurt too!” Zendaya yelled

“Do it!” You yelled

Zendaya used flight then her hands started to glow.

“I killed Carol! Watching her inside the fire building was-”

That triggered Zendaya, then she used her energy blasts on him. You got hit, you and Firefly hit the ground hard then you rolled away from him. Zendaya used her blasts on him again then you called out her name but she doesn't hear you. But you stood up quickly and started to run towards her, and you wrapped your arms around her and dragged her away from him.

“Stop! He passed out,” You said

“He deserves to die!” Zendaya cried

“No! You are better than him. She wouldn't want you to kill him. Do right by her and we will make sure he goes to jail,” You said

She cried then you gave her a hug. You continued to comfort her and you gently rubbed her back. You called the cops when they arrived you and Zendaya left the scene.

You and Zendaya are standing on the roof. She looks over the skyline and wipes her tears away.

“She didn't deserve to die. She actually wanted to help people,” Zendaya said

“Sorry, about your friend. I will make sure he doesn't get out of jail,” You said

She looks at you.

“Thanks. I want him to rot in his cell. You should tell Jenna your secret if you truly belive she is the one,” Zendaya said

“Was it hard hiding it from him?” You asked

“Yes. There were times, I had to bail on dates or I couldn't be there when he needed me. It won't be easy after you tell her, because you still need to go out there and save people. But don't make her feel she is the only one in the relationship, if she does then she won't come back. I almost lost him but we fixed the issues we had,” Zendaya said

“Thanks for the advice,” You said

•——-•——•

You are in your lair and you are sore. You take off the suit then wipe the sweat with the towel. You head upstairs through a secret passage. While walking by the living room then Alfred called for you.

“Master Y/N, Jenna is here to see you,” Alfred said

“It’s late is everything okay?” You asked

“That’s all you can say!?” Jenna yelled

Alfred left the living room.

“I’m sorry I couldn't see you. Babe, I was very busy at the company,” You said

“Don’t lie to me. What happened to your lip?” Jenna said

“It was an accident,” You said

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I know you are lying,” Jenna said angrily

“It was an accident! Look, I’m sorry I didn't keep my promise. But I will try to make it up to you,” You said

“Then you will bail on me? This isn't the first time you've done this,” Jenna said

“Look, I have been busy. I have a lot on my plate and I don't need this problem added to my plate,” You said

You realized what you said was wrong and Jenna couldn't believe you said that.

“Wow, I can't believe that our relationship or my feelings is just another problem to you,” Jenna said

“I-I didn't mean it like that,” You said

“Yes, you did! Now i know what i am to you-” Jenna said angrily

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that. I-”

Jenna started to yell then you and Jenna are starting to argue back and forth.

“You always hide everything from me! I know half of you” Jenna yelled

“We are still getting to know each other! I don't know everything about you! I’m sorry that I couldn't take you shopping but i have responsibilities that I need to handle and you don't have responsibilities like I do!” You yelled

“Screw you, Y/N! Just because I don't have a butler or a rich family doesn't mean I don't have anything! I do everything to survive on the streets! You wouldn't last a week being homeless! You don't know what I've been through!” Jenna yelled

You and Jenna started to yell at each other and talk at once.

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

Jenna just left the clinic with Emma, and everything changed.

“Jenna?” Emma said

“I can't be pregnant, I just can't!” Jenna yelled in frustration

“You should tell him,” Emma said

“I don't want to be a mom! I can't have this baby, Emma,” Jenna said

“You still need to talk to him. Just let him know,” Emma said

“No! I had enough of our relationship. I can't be with him,” Jenna said

Jenna started to walk away then Emma followed. Emma is trying to convince Jenna not to break up with him.

“What changed, Jenna? Answer me. I know he makes you happy and I know you love him. It's okay to be scared,” Emma said

“I don't want to be a mom! My mom wasn't there for me then why should I have a baby!?” Jenna yelled

“It’s his baby too! You know he will be there for you and you are not alone,” Emma said

“Shut up! You don't know what you are talking about. You are not going to see him or tell him!” Jenna yelled

“You can't do that,” Emma said

“Yes, I can. I’m done with this conversation!” Jenna yelled

Jenna left Emma alone. Jenna is freaking out and she can't think straight. Emma wish Jenna would calm down and think straight.

You are in your office with your assistant. Your mother walked in and throws the file onto your desk.

“What do you want, mother?” You said

“Read it. You slut girlfriend has been arrested before” She said

“Don’t call her that. She has never been arrested,” You said

“Just read it. You need to date a woman much better than her,” She said

You opened the file and you started to read it. Jenna has been arrested for car theif, identity theft, and petty theft. You are feeling embarrassed and mad that Jenna didn't tell you. You closed the file and your mother smirked at you and you sighed.

“Why do you hate her so much?” You asked

“Y/N, stop being an idiot. I would never allow you to marry someone like her. She will be a disgrace to the name. You can do so much better,” She said

“Just leave,” You said

Jenna barged into your office.

“We need to talk,” Jenna said

Jenna and your mother glared at each other.

“Y/N, be careful she will steal from you,” She said

“What are you talking about?” Jenna asked

“You have been arrested before for theft. I have your file,” She said

“You can't be fucking serious,” Jenna said angirly

“Why didn't you tell me? You talked about honesty but yet you didn't tell me about this,” You said

“Why are you digging around my past?” Jenna asked

“Don’t change the subject,” You said

“It’s over, Y/N! I don't want to be with you and don't call me or text. I don't want anything to do with you,” Jenna said

“Y/N, I told you this slut will cause problems. She can't admit what she's done in the past, she is a low-life criminal,” She said

“Where is this coming from?” You asked

“I don't want to be with you,” Jenna said

Jenna and your mother started to argue. Your assistant called security and started to arrive upstairs. Then they grabbed Jenna and started to walk her out of the building but you stopped them in the lobby.

“Y/N stay the fuck away from me. I don't love you,” Jenna said

She starts to walk away and she doesn't look back. You are feeling confused and heartbroken, you are trying figure out why she broke up with you.

•——-•——-•

The next day…

You tried calling Jenna but she blocked your phone number. You drove to Jenna’s apartment and she was going out, but you stopped her.

“Why did you break up with me? Don't lie,” You said

“I just don't want to be with you, Y/N. You don't make me happy and I won't waste my time with you,” Jenna said

“Dont give me that bullshit. We were fine a few days ago and out of nowhere you are acting like this, a person i dont even know. Why you didn't tell me about you being arrested?” You said

“For what!?” Jenna yelled

“You said that we have to be open up to each other, we agreed to tell each other everything. I love you, Jenna” You said

“I don't give a fuck if you love me or not, because we are not dating anymore. Don't come around and i don't want to see you ever” Jenna said

✫ ✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You don't want to lose Jenna and you want her back. You are still confused by the breakup up and she still didn't give you a reason.

You drove to Jenna’s apartment but she isn't home. You leave the building but before you get in the car, you see Emma then you walked towards her.

“Emma, we need to talk,” You said

“I can’t right now, Y/N,” Emma said

You grab her arm before she walked away from you.

“Please, Emma,” You said

You let go of her arm.

“Jenna, really doesn't want to be with you. She already started seeing other people, I’m sorry Y/N,” Emma said

“But why? She didn't tell me why. I tried calling and texting but she blocked me. Why did she break up with me? You are her best friend and I know she told you,” You said

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. Y/N, she made me promise not to tell you and I can't break her trust. Please don’t hate me, Y/N” Emma said sadly

“I don’t hate you, Emma I could never hate you. I know your loyalty lies with her. Please tell her to call me,” You said sadly

“I’m sorry,” Emma said

“By the way, I paid the back rent on the apartment. The landlord won't bother you for a while,” You said

Emma nods and she can see the hurt on your face. You walked away and she watched you get in your car. Emma goes inside the building and she really feels bad for him.

•———•———•

Jenna dragged Charlie and Emma into a club. They head to the backroom, Charlie and Emma are feeling terrified. Jenna is feeling calm and she just wants to do a heist.

“No offense, why hire us? You probably know better thieves than us,” Emma said

“I can. But you three are right ones for the job. Just do the job come back with what I or I’m going to break your legs then feed you to my dogs,” Joker smiled

“What do you need?” Jenna asked

Charlie and Emma looked at Jenna.

“Break into the apartment of Lucy Chen and steal some files for me. Come back with the files and the money is yours,” Joker said

Charlie and Emma wanted to say no but Jenna said yes quickly.

“Give us the address,” Jenna said

“You three have one hour to come back. And if you fail, don't bother hiding from me, I know you three live in that rat hole by the gas station and abandoned stores,” Joker said

“We will come back,” Jenna said

Joker gave them the address and told them which files to steal. They quickly left the club and Charlie was yelling at Jenna.

“We agreed we will never work for the Joker!” Charlie yelled

“Stop being a fucking pussy! We need the money now and it's an easy job,” Jenna said angrily

“Charlie is right. He is crazy and he loves to kill people, Jenna. Why him!?” Emma yelled

They followed Jenna and they headed to Lucy Chen's apartment.

“Stealing from a cop is fucking risky,” Emma said

“We stole from everyone before. Lucy isn't different. You two need to stop being a pussy and lets get the job done before he comes after us,” Jenna said

They arrived at the apartment. Before going inside they put on their masks, then Emma started to pick the lock on the door. They go inside and they start to look around, they are making a mess. Charlie is throwing random items on the ground. Jenna started to look through the boxes while Emma helped.

“Did you find it?” Charlie asked

“I found one. I don't get why he wants files of Morgan Edge, Black Mask, and Roland Desmond” Jenna said

“I don't give a fuck if he wants to send them Christmas cards, I just want to get the hesit done and go home before Joker kills us for fun. I can't belive you said yes to him,” Charlie said

“Oh my god, not this again” Jenna sighed

“Just because we need the money and we like to steal, doesn't mean we will take a job offer from the Joker! He is a crazy fucking person! He cut a guy’s skin off and made strip! Who the fuck does that!?” Emma yelled

“She isn't lying. The bartender saw him do it and he is a friend. Joker blew up a school filled with kids inside! Next you take a job from the Joker, you will do it by yourself,” Charlie said

Lucy opened the door and saw them. Lucy takes out her gun and she aims at them.

“You guys are under arrest for breaking in,” Lucy said

Jenna quickly throws smoke bombs. Lucy started to shoot then they ran for cover. Instead of helping his friends escape, Charlie almost let Emma get hit by a bullet. Emma takes out her pocket knife, she tries to stab Lucy but Lucy dodges the attack. Lucy grabbed Emma’s wrist then punched her in the stomach. She was about to arrest Emma, but Jenna thought Charlie was going to help Emma but he just ran away. Jenna grabbed the vase and hit Lucy in the head and she fell to the ground. Jenna grabbed the files and they ran out of the apartment.

“Thanks,” Emma said

“Can’t belive he did that again, fucking asshole,” Jenna said

Jenna and Emma head back to the club. Emma is feeling scared again and Joker is standing in front of them. Jenna gave him the files and he started to look through them.

“With only, six minutes to spare. I was close to killing three rats and I was going to have fun. Give them the money and make sure they don't steal anything from me,” Joker said

They give Jenna a duffle bag filled with money. The girls quickly left the club and head home, but they don't talk to each other while going home.

“Emma-”

“Don’t talk to me, Jenna. You need to tell him about the pregnancy or I will,” Emma said

Jenna grabbed Emma’s arm.

“Tell him then we this friendship is over,” Jenna said

“Screw you, Jenna” Emma said angirly

Emma walked and Jenna started to glare at Emma.

2 days later…

Joker called Jenna and her friends to do another heist. Emma and Charlie said no but Jenna went by herself and Joker told her what to do. Jenna went back to the club and she feels her heart racing.

“You failed me, little rat,” Joker said

“I can explain,” Jenna said

“No, I don't want excuses. Remember what I said?” Joker said

“If I fail then you will kill me. Please don't kill me, just give me another chance please” Jenna begged

“No!” Joker yelled

He grabbed his gun but Jenna threw smoke bombs. Everyone started to cough then she started to run. Joker made everyone go after her and Jenna kept running.

You are on the roof but you see Rogue running into an abandoned store. You used your X-ray vision and you see her trying to block the exits. Then you looked closer and you recognized Joker’s thugs. They light the bottles with a rag inside then throw them inside the building. Quickly the building started to get on fire, and you jumped down. You started to fight but you used your taser gun then you jumped through the broken window. She has passed out, and you picked her up and you kicked the back door with your leg. Then you used the grappling gun, to take to the roof on another building. You made Alfred call the fire department. You gently put her down and you pulled down her mask.

Your eyes opened wider and you are in shock. But you started to do CPR on her on the second time, she opened her eyes and she started to freak out. She smacked you then she pulled away then kicked you in the chest. You grabbed her ankles then she tried to punch you but you dodged her attack.

“Jenna! Stop!” You yelled

“How the fuck you know my name?!” Jenna yelled

“It’s me,” You said

You let go of her ankles then you pulled off your mask.

“It’s you!” Jenna said

“And you are Rouge,” You said

You and Jenna stand up.

“I can't belive this,” Jenna said

“Jenna-”

“Shut up! Just leave me alone, Y/N!” Jenna yelled

You put on the mask.

“What is your problem!? You have changed and you won't talk to me,” You said

“I don't want you anymore, Y/N! I don't love you. Please leave me alone,” Jenna said

“This is typical of you. Instead of talking about the issue, you run away,” You said

“Fuck you,” Jenna said

You walked away then you jumped off the roof. You called for your motorcycle and she watches you over the edge, then you drive away. Jenna puts on her mask and she leaves by going down the fire escape.

#jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader insert

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i-need-a-cure · 1 day ago

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Current thoughts on H and L bellow.

I’m usually more of a lurker and haven’t posted or consistently interacted with fandom stuff in a very long while, but I feel the need to express a few Thoughts. I’ll put it under a cut cause I feel like it’s going to be a long and rambling one.

I’ve been in this fandom for a decade, I’ve seen A LOT both from H/L and fans.

I’m very much aware that most of the discourse and fandom chatter (conspiracies included) is mainly projection. Whether people like to admit it or not we don’t actually know them, we only see teeny-tiny glimpses into their lives and that is very little to ever assume we know the truth in any capacity. So pretty much most of what we think we know about the boys is a projection to some degree. On all sides of the fandom. These projections however are heavily influenced by the image they choose to present, whether through stunts, social media, interactions with fans online/irl etc. as such I do believe that most of the things we see/know about them in the last decade is because they choose to show us. What I mean by that is that they interact with fandom so seldomly that it’s stupid to believe that the thought of those interactions being analysed doesn’t cross their minds. Yes, this culture of overanalysing and looking for clues in anything has reached questionable levels in some corners of the fandom, but it doesn’t negate that they most probably do think about the message their clothes send before going out in public where they know they will be photographed (and yes, they know -there is a reason they can disappear for months when they want to, Niall went on a trip around the world without getting photographed once!). That’s not to say we have to look obsessively into everything they do, but do you really believe it doesn’t cross Louis’s mind before a show that it might not be the best idea to wear green track pants and blue shoes? Or have blue and green lights on stage knowing very well how fans interpret that?

I believe them communicating like this in the beginning was a sign of defiance against management (especially rbb/sbb), in time though it has become more of a way to ask for and receive support, make themselves feel seen, sometimes just acknowledging they were still together, showing love for the other, and honestly in the better times just for the fun of seeing us lose our minds.

The whole long winded paragraph above leads into my next points.

I was on my way out. I literally was about to leave the fandom completely because I’d gotten to the conclusion that they broke up at some point in the last 2-3 years. There were still a few things giving me pause (a few thing Louis did, Harry singing Hopelessly devoted) but I had mostly made up my mind because of the fact that they spent extremely long periods of time in different countries, Harry always going out, the peace ring, the lack of any ‘signaling’ that felt intentional, overall they seemed sad (even on tour - I saw both of them and their energy was just… off), retrospectively the break-up songs made more sense, although the timing doesn’t (Chicago, Saturdays, HOTH, LOML, Boyfriends -all songs they insisted were very special to them).

All that is to say I wasn’t the only one. So many larries who were here for a loooong time have left the fandom. I assume many for the same reasons: they were no longer sending messages that they were together. There are still a lot of larries left, especially on twitter, younger, more flexible (I.e. believe Louis’ a dad, open relationship, stunt gf being real gfs etc). but most of them are not the kind of die hard larries like those who stuck through 2015-2016. Yes some are also loud and obnoxious, but you can literally mute them/key words and get a timeline full of Zara/F/OW/flavour of the week tweets.

What I’m trying to say is that I am very confused and very much put off by whatever is going on right now.

Glastonbury was planned 100%. You cannot convince me otherwise. All of it was very much intentional. What are the chances Louis accidentally likes that video and coincidentally has that T-shirt which later gets a full focus picture in his photo dump? Or even Harry’s T-shirt linked to that set-list?

That’s why Louis’ disproportionate reaction on twitter is…weird. It feels planned as well, I just don’t understand what they are trying to achieve?

Why revive the dead larrie fandom? (So many people came out of the woodworks after Glastonbury) Only to knock them back down?

At this point I’m back to being on my way out, unless in the next few months i get some answers. I’m going to hang out in the ‘doorway’ (with so snacks lol) until there’s new music so I can make up my mind, but the way things are right now, I just feel unwelcome in Louis’ fandom.

Note1: I’m not for one second questioning whether or not they were together, I’ve seen too much to ever believe those two were not in love at some point.

Note2: I’m not usually one to discuss stuff on here but messages are open lol

#Larry #larry stylinson #current thoughts on Larry #louis tomlinson #harry styles #might delete this later #just felt the need to write these thoughts out

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niinnyu · 17 hours ago

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What would Gerry think of hearing the tape in 154? (Eric’s statement)

*Cracks knuckles* Let's do this.

I think overall It'd be a mix of pity and understanding and loss for something you never had (towards Eric). They both had similar relationships with Mary with how they wanted her attention and love, which they both wouldn't get outside of what she deemed as 'useful'. Their endings and post death suffering being so awfully similar wouldn't help. But he also gets to know the sheer lengths to which his father went to leave the institute and try and be his dad.

Towards Gertrude, it'd probably be a weird mix of added betrayal and just realising that she's a lot more similar to Mary than he'd initially thought? They either skirted around the subject or she actively evades ever telling Gerry that his dad was infact in the catalogue that Mary used and that Gertrude herself burned his page. He looked for his dad when he got bound and couldn't find him. Hell she didn't even tell him that that was why she came for him, because his dad explicitly asked her to.

I relistened to the statement and here's some stuff that stood out to me most

ED: and Gerry? have you seen my son?

GR: no. I've never met him I'm afraid. Mary talks of him a lot. Well she seems very proud.

ED: that's... not as reassuring as you think it is.

GR: i see your point.

The first time he's ever heard his father refer to him! And he holds concern for him! AND CALLS HIM GERRY!! The fact that Eric knew Mary enough to know that it isn't a good thing that she proud of him, both because of who Gerry could've been and also how she'd be treating him.

GR: Eric. How did you quit?

ED (amused): sorry, just, I don't mean to be a dick but, well it's been a long time since I've had any sort of leverage I guess? Just a little bit of power. It's kind of nice.

GR: are you going to tell me?

ED: thinking about it.

This would've amused him so much because Eric is so funny for this. It's sorta similar to how Gerry withheld information from Jon until he tore his page off. He'd respect it lmao.

ED: Mary, if she's gone, or worse, I want you to make sure he's alright.

Possibly the first time he's heard someone care for him outside of his 'usefulness'. His dad could've been there for him had it not been for Mary.

Followed a few lines by:

GR: I suppose he might be useful.

Ah, there it is.

ED: i knew what she was. what she was capable of. But I'd convinced myself that i was safe. That she loved me.

This would've probably resonated with a younger Gerry, as a part of weird dynastic plans. Or maybe the exact opposite because he probably felt the need to constantly prove himself to her, that he wasn't safe or worthyuntil he did.

ED: she laid out all her plans as well. Her dreams of power. In many ways I guess they were no better than yours. But at least she didn't bother to hide behind noble aims. Maybe that's why I chose her in the end. At least she was honest.

Or perhaps I actually was afraid. Terrified of the crossroads at where I'd found myself. And I chose the option that I thought might keep Gerry safe. At least if I was home with him I could help soften the edges of his mother.

The fact that this is the exact reasoning why Gerry would rather have been with Gertrude than Mary. Mary was so self serving that he hated her and how she saw him as a means to her own dreams. But Gertrude was better because fo her, it wasn't about herself. It was for something bigger and more important. Fun difference.

But also I wonder if he'd been able to keep Gerry safer had he survived with how powerful she was, but also how much of a pushover he turned into around her. Yes he blinded himself to be around gerry, but he still expected to be a buffer between Mary and Gerry, which is still gerry being exposed. (Idk but even that might have been better for him sigh than how he did grow up sigh...)

ED: you were also there yknow. With your theory that James could watch us through any eye, even an illustration. So what did you do? How did you sever that link.

GR: my god.

ED: i left to avoid dragging my family, my son, into this life. To try and look after him. But Mary decided that a newly blinded husband was simply too much of a burden.

Another fun difference between them, i assume Gerry was told this and got all his tattoos as a way to favour the eye, if only just to make his mother mad. Earlier in the statement Eric does imply that she gave his page to Gertrude so he could tell her this information as a last middle finger to the eye lol.

ED: then if you don't mind, I think I'd like to go away now.

GR: Yes. I think that's probably for the best.

Jon: are you alright?

Gerry: I think... I think I'm ready to go. I'm done. Hide my page and when you're out of here, burn it. Please.

Jon: I will. Thank you Gerard.

Like father like son. Two wildly different Archivists.

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dawntheduckrb · 5 months ago

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I used to treat this blog like a diary, and when I went offline recently I realized how much I normally bottle up. Really not feeling well so vent post below :') feel free to skip

I really tried to not let my dog passing affect me as much as it has; but 3 weeks later, I'm finally admitting that I completely shut down when it happened. My ability to focus on anything other than good ol' instant-gratification media has literally gone to the gutter, and I've only recently worked up the ability to talk to close friends. I only took a day off of work and classes when it happened, and I realize in retrospect that it wasn't nearly enough.

At this point, I'm so far behind in my classwork that I have no idea what to do with myself; I'm skirting by all of my classes doing that absolute bare minimum I have to, and it feels awful.

And at the same time, I've wanted nothing more than to communicate with people, and I really have tried, but I keep talking myself out of it because of all the things I haven't done yet. I can't justify giving myself the time to message a friend - even though my brain has no problem letting me waste literal hours doomscrolling and watching the same videos over and over - because "what about that one thing you could also be spending your time on?"

I really wish I knew what to do about it but I have no clue. I haven't gotten a single full night of uninterrupted sleep for the past three weeks. I keep falling asleep on top of assignments I stared at for so long that I started to doze, because flitting in and out of sleep is easier than just doing the work that has never given me trouble in my entire four years of classes. And I've berated myself for not working or communicating, and I've tried giving myself more breaks and intermittent rewards for getting even the tiniest things done, and I've tried brute forcing my way through it all, and on the whole, it's just not working.

Normally I end these posts with a proposed path for myself to get better, or a question that I need answered so I can finally move on with life, but right now I just need these thoughts out of my head. I just think I needed to finally admit to someone that I'm not okay, and that this time, I really just don't know what to do.

#i like to pretend everything's ok but something just changed a couple days ago #and I really can't pretend anymore #this isn't going in the main text; placing it in tags makes it feel more like a whisper #but i started thinking very very dangerous thoughts for the first time in a real long time #they started yesterday but got extra bad this evening and it scared the hell out of me #so i messaged a friend and asked if he didn't mind calling me #i didn't tell him what was going on but he took my mind off of it all with some seals... it really helped #sitting in silence now so I decided to make a vent post before I have another scare... at this point i just need to survive til spring brea #this is really hard for me to share because i don't really want to come off as attention-seeking #and my gut reaction when i try to open up to people more than once or twice is to think ''maybe i AM doing this for attention''#but in a small moment of clarity i realized i have no reason to believe y'all would start to hate me for a vent post #especially since y'all have been nothing but supportive #also realized i shouldn't berate myself for using the blog i have already stated is a pseudo-diary as a pseudo-diary #...that's half the reason this blog even exists haha #anyway #i think i'm gonna get something to eat and then I'll make a webfishing lobby so i have chatter to hear while i work #i'll post the code as usual but i know it's a terrible time for pretty much everyone #edit; i forgot to mention but i worked up the nerve to call one person last weekend #and i felt a lot better for it... it was a lot of fun :>#i think the stress of everything came back tenfold when I had to return to classes the other day though :') it was a nice weekend regardles

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tawnysoup · 11 months ago

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Sifloop sketchpage commission for @minhmynchi featuring their human Loop design 💖💞💖💞💖 I had a lot of fun with this one, puzzle piecing together their cute little interactions! Yay yay yippee!!!

#isat spoilers #act 6 secret encounter #very fun human loop design as always! i feel like i got a better grasp of their hair this time. they're so well groomed!#dont think ive ever been commd for a sketchpage before. i enjoyed making this a lot! felt natural alongside what i typically draw for mysel #in stars and time spoilers #isat #in stars and time #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #i dont think ive ever used the ship tags before KDSDGSHJS i just forget they exist honestly. ace moment #my art #commission

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theskeleton117 · 21 hours ago

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Alright, this one's something I needed to do because I haven't really filled out their characters much yet so this'll be interesting

1. They sorta see him a father figure to some degree, Narinder wasn't the best for that role at that time, but he tried his best

2. They're pretty much inseparable. They generally enjoy being around each other and also have the sorta almost trauma-bonding of having been locked in Narinder’s void for their entire lives

3. So, when Narinder first revives him, he's the cool uncle that brings them stuff from Earth occasionally. After he fought Narinder, it got sorta weird. They felt like they were supposed to be mad at him on the behalf of their master, but they both liked Lamb and he was still kind to them. Aym particularly ended up being more hostile for a while because of this internal conflict

4. Their feelings about the bishops are certainly a bit mixed. At some point Narinder told them about the bishops. The story of his imprisonment came first, of course, but then Narinder gradually lost some of the bitterness he had while talking about them. After a while, Narinder started telling them about what they were like normally. He got into stories of what happened before his imprisonment. To put it this way, Narinder was pretty conflicted, even if his bitterness took over for the most part, and he passed a little bit of those mixed feelings onto them

5. Already listed some in the previous 4 because I found them relevant, so I'm skipping this one

6. They both think it's at least a step up from the void, Baal particularly taking a liking to it due to the sense of community, something that he'd not really had previously

7. Neither. They wander. They enjoyed the cult for a bit, but they could not stand being in the same spot for too long after being in the same spot for their entire lives

8. They stayed for a while, but not super long. About a few months. They only stayed about as long as it took for Lamb to allow people to finally leave after a little rebellion as well as Ruri shook some sense into him

9 & 10. Nope. They were given to Narinder they were far too young to remember anything

11. 15 years total

12. Well, they had things they'd do. Sometimes they'd walk really far out into the void to see if anything was out there that they somehow didn't know about, since even Narinder might not know, and their biggest discovery they made is that if you walk in a straight line for about 1.5 hours you loop back around, which doesn't sound like much but all three of them assumed it was infinite up until then. They also had a bunch of other games they made up or things they did, most of them very simple and significantly stupid, like this one where they tried to hit their staffs together by throwing both of them, which often ended with them hitting each other with them in the face. They would often receive gifts from Narinder's remaining followers, which would often keep them busy for a while. And then when Lamb came, he brought a pack of cards that he got and they had fun with those. Narinder actually taught them a few games with the cards. Narinder was also occasionally able to turn the crown into things, and he often would turn it into something similar to this really old acoustic guitar he had, and he taught them a little bit...Narinder also invented some form of electric guitar using his crown during his teen years, and Aym had a lot of fun messing with that when Narinder would let him

13. A lot. They were trained about as well as someone who's chained like hell to the floor can train you. The two weren't bad, but to put it this way, Lamb was able to take the two of them out almost immediately. They got a lot better after they were able to train with Narinder unchained, and later Shamura

14. When it comes to most weapons and outfits, Shamura made them by hand. They were based on the outfits that Narinder's commanding officers wore. They never brought up that they were the one giving it, and it all ended up in the same box as any other donations, so Narinder assumed it could've been either Forneus or Ratau, since Ratau and Forneus knew each other Ratau knew of the situation. Those two did give gifts too, however. Occasionally Forneus would drop off trinkets she found that she hoped would keep them entertained. Ratau often dropped off stuff for Narinder, as he never was able to see him again during the time he was running the cult like Lamb could, but occasionally Ratau would slip in any sort of weapon he'd find that he thought was unique, meaning Aym and Baal ended up having a really strange arsenal by the end of it

15. Often

16. It didn't last long, but it was really mostly shock. They weren't paying much attention to what Narinder and Lamb were arguing about, since they were no strangers to it, but once Lamb formed the crown into a weapon, they immediately were jolted back into focus, started to fight Lamb, and then things went black for what felt like maybe 5 seconds and then they woke up in the cult. Things happened so fast that they didn't have time to process it

17. Well, kinda just said it in the last one. When they died, it was like they blinked for a really long time, and then suddenly they were on cult grounds

18. Again, it happened so fast on their end that the first thing to come out of both their mouths was some variant of "...What the fuck?" Except Baal probably didn't swear

19. Baal adapted quite well, but felt like it was missing something. Aym on the other hand did not adapt well and was constantly looking for a way out, ending up rather reclusive with the exception of Baal and Narinder

20. Well, Baal was able to get pretty good at drawing now that he had consistent tools to do so, and Aym picked up a good few instruments, which he learned from one of the few people he'd bonded with, Comet. They weren't really a follower, but they had reason to be in the cult at the time. They were around the same age and would meet up in the dead of night to hang out, and because of that, Aym ended up learning some of the instruments that Comet would play at night.

21. For the bit of time they were there, Aym was assigned to help Narinder with mortician duty after Narinder complained that he needed more help. As for Baal, he didn't really have any particular job, but rather just did anything that needed an extra person

22. Not really. They still have a strong dislike of it after being locked in there so long

23. Significantly. That 15 years they were in there was much much longer on earth than they were in the void. Not that they would notice, since that was their first exposure to the world that they could remember, but it was a bit different from. What Narinder told them about. Specifically the fact that certain things he used his crown to make up now actually existed as real working objects, for example that electric guitar I mentioned. Aym ended up buying a really crappy version of one powered by crystals from Anchordeep. Additionally, a lot of places Narinder talked about had been wrecked by Lamb and were in the process of recovering from the destruction he leaves in his wake. For example, they went to visit Shamura’s old temple that Narinder talked so fondly of, and most of it was just gone. Lamb had burned a lot of it after Shamura died

24. I think the instinct reaction when they saw Shamura for the first time, which was the first bishop they met, was to sorta jump back a little in surprise and pull out their weapons, because to them they were still somewhat threatening. Immediately after that, Shamura goes straight into their form-critique mode. "Hmm, no, you're holding your staff wrong" "What?" "You're holding it significantly too close to the bladed end, you're not using the entire weapon" "Wha-…huh???"

25. All cats in my fic are, for now, nondescript cats with certain fur colors. I didn't really base them on anything is what I'm saying. If I actually draw them for real, that'll probably change

26. Well, they look weirdly like Narinder for two kids that have no actual relation to him. They don't look much like Forneus in their current design but I do plan to possibly maybe change that a bit in future iterations of their designs

27. Parts of it, at least. Baal kept most of it, but swaps pieces out often. Aym almost completely ditched it, but he still kept some of it

28. One of Forneus' gifts. It was blessed by Leshy along with a bunch of others a long time ago and as such no longer are able to die, which was perfect for a place without any way to keep a flower alive

29. Something stupid, for sure. I think he probably got it from playing one of their dumb games, and after apologizing profusely, Baal said to him "At least the scar will look really cool, right?" And all I'll say is that they came up with so many lies for why the scar was there

30.

So generally I'd say their entire designs are pretty unique since they do stray from canon pretty heavily

31. Yep. Although they have tried experimenting with other weapons that they use pretty often

32. So, growing up in the void, which essentially is the source of death magic, permanently altered them so that they do have magic, which until this point, just naturally having magic was sorta unheard of

33. Baal, by like, maybe a few seconds

34. I think Aym is the taller sibling. I feel like he'd be, like, noticeably taller than Baal but not like by too incredibly much

35. I think Baal is pretty fluffy while Aym is sorta less fluffy

36. Well, Baal takes really good care of it while Aym kinda has it sorta ruffled up and stuff. They both make sure it doesn't get dirty, though, just one of them makes it look all nice too

37. They're both about 15 around when Lamb first sees them

38. Skipping this one because I always struggle to answer it

39. That's a good question, very vital one as we all know. I think Aym likes a lot of black, not just because he's a dumb little emo guy, but also because that's the furthest possible thing from the color of purgatory. Baal on the other hand likes mostly blue and green because he associates them with Earth, and because of that, freedom from purgatory

40. There's not much to like about it really, but at least it was at a constantly cool temperature so they didn't have to worry about heat like they do on Earth

41. The heat. As I mentioned, the void was cool, but on Earth, sometimes it gets real hot, and having grown up in the same constant temperature, they were not prepared for it to feel any different, and especially for it to occaisonally get so unpleasant

42. I already mentioned Comet. They're actually quite important to the story because they're friends with Menta, who they introduce Aym and Baal to, and Menta is essentially Lamb's test tube kid that his ex made to kill him. It's a long story that I've told a lot of times. So back to the point, they're also friends with Menta as well. While Comet is mostly Aym's friend than Baal's, Menta is friends with the both of them

43. Haven't decided yet. I feel like Baal might at some point, but I'm not sure yet. For now, they haven't taken any lovers that are canon to the fic

44. They hear colors and get all wild and shit like you'd expect

45. Aym is. He's evil bite kitty

46. Baal sorta does, but Aym doesn't

47. Both if them do, but Aym only has like three people who he lets pet him

48. Aym is out during the night often, so come morning, they'll sometimes find him just passed out on the temple's roof

49. Long cat, ig

50. Don't really have much to put here but I imagine that despite having left the cult grounds along with Comet and Menta, they do end up showing up again in the main story every once in a while. Ofc their subplot is still written, but occasionally they'll run into Lamb or someone else

50 Aym and Baal Questions!

1. How do the they feel about The One Who Waits?

2. How do they feel about each other?

3. How do they feel about the Lamb?

4. How do they feel about the Bishops?

5. Have their feelings changed after the Lamb usurped TOWW? If so, how?

6. What do they think of the cult?

7. Do they stay in the cult or with Forneus?

8. How long did they stay in the cult before being returned to Forneus?

9. Do they have any memories of Forneus before being taken?

10. Do they have any memories of being taken?

11. How long was their stay with TOWW?

12. What did they do in their spare time in Purgatory?

13. Did TOWW train them?

14. How did they receive their clothes/weapons?

15. Did/do they have zoomies?

16. What did they feel when fighting the Lamb? Remorse? Anger? Confusion?

17. What was their time dead like?

18. How did they react to being revived?

19. How did they adapt to the cult life?

20. Do they have any hobbies or pass times in the cult?

21. Do they have any jobs in the cult?

22. Do they miss Purgatory at all?

23. Has the world changed since their time in Purgatory?

24. How did they react to the Bishops, if they did at all?

25. Did you base their designs on any particular cats?

26. Do they look similar to Forneus or TOWW?

27. Do they still wear their Purgatory clothes?

28. How did Baal get his flower?

29. How did Aym get his scar?

30. Do they have anything unique about their designs?

31. Do they still have their weapons?

32. Can they still use magic (fireballs, chains, etc.)?

33. Who is the older sibling?

34. Who is the taller sibling?

35. How fluffy are they?

36. Do they take care of their fur?

37. How old are they? Are they still kittens?

38. What are their personalities like?

39. What are their favorite colors, if they have any?

40. What do they like most about being out of Purgatory?

41. What do they dislike most about being out of Purgatory?

42. Have either made any friends out of Purgatory?

43. Have either taken any lovers?

44. How do they react to catnip?

45. Are they bitey?

46. Do they process emotions well?

47. Do they like being pet?

48. Do they sleep in any weird places?

49. Are they long cat or fat cat?

50. Free space/Headcanon!

#red moon au

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