#can't wait to lose my mind over the new side stories

[salarymanwaka]

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

ma’am, could we pretty please have some more gaslamp!au? 🥺🥺

"Wildflower," Jason said smirking, jumping over the railing, "don't tell me you're ready for bed?"

"Jason what-"

"Marry me?" he said pulling the ring out of his pocket and kneeling. His heart in his throat, "Run away with me. Tonight. We can be in New York before the morning-"

Lips collide with his and there's a soft warm body in his arms. Reflexively he pulls you closer and strokes your hair. He'd like to leave you breathless and reeling. To show you what's waiting for you- kisses that tempt. That promise. But when he can taste tears- it reminds him that he's still got to be gentle. He can teach you how to play those kinds of games later.

"Yes," you tell him, "But-"

"But nothing," he rumbled, claiming one of your left hand to press a kiss against your palm before siding the ring onto your finger. Relieved that the fit is perfect. "Whatever happened to you-" he broke off and shook his head, "it didn't change my feelings for you. I thought I lost you. And when I found you- Alive- and that man was dead my only regret was that you had to be the one to do it." He wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs and kissed your forehead. "But. I won't lose any sleep over what you did. And no- even if you weren't still a virgin, it wouldn't have changed anything."

"That's just all I had left to offer and I just-"

Jason kissed you quiet quickly and smiled a little, "A razor wit, medical knowledge, and the ability to appreciate the beauty of literature is infinitely more important," he said. "And that's just a short list of things that are more important to me than your virginity."

He can feel you heating with embarrassment and he snuggled you closer. "We'll wake up the whole house if we don't leave soon," he murmured. You wouldn't. Half of them were in Bruce's study waiting and holding their breath he'd swear to it. The other half were keeping watch out a window or from a rooftop to see the lamps on the carriage race down the drive. Champagne would be had. And, if he knew Stephanie and Dick, bets would be made about the birthdate of your first child.

"How will we get out I mean- I can't climb down in a dress."

Jason grinned, "What kind of prince charming would I be if I didn't rescue my princess from her tower?" he teased.

"I'm not exactly a captive in rags," you snort, "Everyone's been very sweet-"

"Just put your arms around my neck and hold on," he chuckled. "Mind, don't look down-"

"It's four stories!"

"And I've been sneaking out the 5th since I was 10," he said grinning, "Just hold on. And please don't slap me. Or faint."

"I don't want to spend my wedding night with a broken neck," you squeak.

"Don't tell me my fearless, tree-climbing, horse-riding wildflower is afraid I'll drop her," he taunted, chucking you under the chin.

"I'm heavy," you remind.

"Hardly," Jason snorted. That he'd address later. He'd write sonnets about your breasts, hips, and belly. Spend hours lavishing kisses on every inch of you he could reach. But now- as he pulled you into his arms and got to his feet; leaving you no choice but to put your arms around his neck. As he savored your little yelp of surprise when he grabbed your bottom to support you against his side- all he wanted was to be well underway. To have you to himself. And for the rattle of the carriage to drown out the sound of all the rakish things he was going to do to you on the way to the wedding.

[salaimoi]

first story from my new, ongoing series: talk to me nice. feel free to leave any constructive criticism! (I can handle it, unlike Gojo)

"Look, I didn't ask for your stupid advice, so don't pretend like you know everything."

Gojo hissed at you, nearly popping a vein from how smug you were being right now.

The only thing you suggested was that he stop dressing like somebody’s grandpa all the time – he had a physique carved by the gods themselves, why not put it to use? Such a waste, honestly.

"Mm~ whatever. So sassy," you replied, followed by an eye roll violent enough to nearly cause your eyes to fall clean off your skull. “Ever heard of constructive criticism?”

"Yeah, yeah. You know, instead of just giving me advice all the time, why don't you compliment me for once? You know, say something nice about me — it's not that hard. "

"Me? Compliment you? Gojo please. Unless you wire me every single yen in your bank account, you won't hear a single praise come out of this mouth.”

Even though he himself felt very frustrated right now, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying the banter – so much so that he would begin to grin as he tried to control himself from bursting out laughing. You were playing a dangerous game here because he could actually make this deal happen, and you were perfectly aware of that — but despite that, you were still trying to push his buttons and he’d make you eat your words because of it.

"You know what, I think I will actually do just that. So let me ask you, what happens when I send over every yen in my bank account, will you genuinely compliment yours truly?" he smirks in that usual arrogant manner, growing more and more interested by the second. "I better get my money’s worth, you know."

Still thinking he was bluffing, you replied, "Obviously. But you only get one compliment."

"Humm~ fine, and it better be the most heart shattering compliment in the history of compliments — soul crushing even. Now, I'll go ahead and transfer you the money," he paused for a moment before remembering something rather important. 

"I need your bank account number to wire the money."

"W-wait … you're not serious are you?”

"Why would I lie? I’m serious about this and you'll also be serious about your part, got it? So I need that bank account number now."

"Are you insane!? I was only kidding, genius!"

"Maybe I am, but I'm doing this because I really want your compliment. So don't try to discourage me because for every minute we spend arguing here, I'm losing my patience.”

And it wasn’t like he needed your flattery; he just wanted to hear you sing his praises as a contrast to your usual behavior. You were always so cold and apathetic around him, but he knew that wasn’t the real you — and he took it upon himself to reveal the side you buried under that stoic facade. 

“So just tell me your bank account number and I'm going to transfer the money to your account right now — the full 59 billion."

Your body froze in utter shock as you realized he was dead serious. Straightening yourself on the mattress, your mouth hung wide open — staring at him in disbelief. The realization of it all was enough to cause one of your eyes to twitch in perplexity.

"Gojo you must've lost your mind if you think I'm gonna accept that,” you scoffed at how insufferable he really was, but secretly loving every second of it. "Who in their right mind would spend ¥59 billion on one compliment?"

"Only people who can afford it, of course,” he smirks cynically, tossing his phone up into the air just for it to land right back onto his palm. “If you ask me, ¥59 billion is too small a price for a compliment directly out of that pretty mouth of yours.” 

“You’re insufferable. For fucks sake, you should have a mental disorder named after you.”

“But you can't actually deny that I'm pretty charming, can you? You might not show a hint of  affection, but I think it's pretty obvious that you like my insufferable attitude. Or are you gonna deny that you don't?"

He unlocked his phone, opening the banking app and going into the transfer section.

You didn’t hesitate to smack the phone out of his hand, causing it to fall down on the bed. 

"Satoru, are you even listening to me!!??"

"Heh~ you're actually quite impressive when you finally get serious. You were really quick there with that tiny hand of yours.”

“This tiny hand of mine will be enclosing around your neck until you’re out of oxygen if you continue to act like an unsupervised child with access to money.”

His expression was thoughtful for a few seconds before he pointed at you, flashing his pearly whites.

"You know, you're actually pretty attractive when you get all aggressive like that. It really looks cute on you. I don't know if I can actually handle someone who's this much of a pain in the ass but still has a cute side to her."

He chortles, leaning back on the headboard before continuing, "See? That’s how you compliment someone, wasn’t that hard now was it? Now you do it.”

Your eyes narrow, two fingers rubbing at your temples as you contemplate the situation.

"You know what. Fine. If you want to recklessly spend your money like this, I'll give you what you want. No comment until I see that money in my bank account, though."

This reply made him burst out laughing, his grin becoming a bit bigger and he began to speak with a playful tone.

"Alright, if you say so. But just remember, it'll be too late to back out after I've already sent the money…”

[One new notification: direct deposit from Gojo Satoru received. New balance: ¥59,000,000,000.024.]

"..."

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

"...you have nice eyes?"

"..."

"..."

“I want a refund right this instant, y/n.”

[anantaru]

so guys 🙋🏻‍♀️🌸 i have finished the entire new quest at last and omg 👼🏼 like this was outstanding!! you see, what i really enjoy about star rail is that it gives me similar vibes to hi3 in terms of the darkness in the plot, since hi3 is my favorite hoyo game i always love seeing stuff from it or just similar instances. SO YOU KNOW FOR A FACT I WAS SO HYPED WHEN ACHERON SHOWED UP 🤺 especially with the hi3 story with kiana as the mc being over and although i still love hi3 the most, kiana, mei and bronya, that trio, they were all the best characters together AAAARGHHH I SWEAR AND JUST THE ENTIRE STORY LINE WAS SOOO GOOD, I miss them all together as a trio and especially kiana, the best hoyo MC FOR LIFE. 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷

also 🤠 ^^ that frame with sunday and dr ratio like 😙😙 WAS SO FUNNY I HAD TO SS IT. 🤺

the amount of cutscenes we got to see again was so fun, it felt like watching a movie slowly unfold while you got to be a part of it 🩷 you can tell that hoyoverse gets better and better with each update on whatever game and that the cutscenes are always so well done (i always liked them but the constant upgrades ??? insane) 🙏🏻

+ the acheron one shotting aventurine lmao 🧎🏻‍♀️ it was my favorite though ngl HAHA 🙋🏻‍♀️🩷 no matter how much i like aventurine as a character, MEI OMG MEEEIIIIII 👹🩷 SHE WILL FOREVER BE MY LOVE LIKE I KNOW ITS ACHERON BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN !!!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️ LIKE THE CUTSCENE WITH HER HORNS OH MY GOOOD THE NOSTALGIA LIKE YES GO OFF SHOW THEM

also guys, idk but aventurine's boss fight, 🤠 i personally expected more like it was so easy to beat ?! I THOUGHT I WOULD STRUGGLE BUT HE DIED PRETTY QUICKLY BUT ITS FINE, I STILL LIKE HIS CHARACTER 🌸🙋🏻‍♀️. + i was happy hoyoverse showed us his backstory and took their time to flash it out and not gloss over it in idk one/two scenes, but they really took their time with it which was amazing 🩷

also jade looks so cool as well! the design is very pretty and i can't wait to see diamond too, or the rest of the ten stonehearts but they're hyping diamond up so much like another emanator?? yes please, i'm all in🧎🏻‍♀️🩷

this entire quest gave me movie vibes, you were on edge the entire time and even during side quests you had to take, it was still very intense. it actually took me quite a bit to finish it of course since i'm someone who doesn't skip dialog, but it was so worth it and the best way to relax after a long day of moving my body 🩷 just laying in bed, playing while drinking tea!!

what i wanted to say too, guys honestly sunday is not okay HAHAHAHAHAHAH 🌝 I MEAN LIKE you guys🧎🏻‍♀️, that shiver in his voice at times and you can tell he low-key doesn't even know how to handle all of that either, of course, for one he looks like everything is accounted for while in the other, he sounds like he's losing his mind and can we blame him ???? when he went "why did you kill her" and lowkey cussed gallagher out i was like damn 🤠 okay 😏 HAHA + i'm somebody that doesn't think too much about theories, instead i love eagerly waiting for the next patch!! so i'm excited for what's coming 🩷 + robin's song slaps.

last but not least 🤺 you see, gallagher wasn't really somebody i was very interested in, but damn the second he turned dangerous and spicy i went oh my oh hey what's up ?? 😏 giggles HAHA LIKE WHAT IS IT ABOUT MEN WHO ARE JUST SUDDENLY EVIL AND IDK MAYBE HE ISNT COMPLETELY RIGHT AAAAAA OOOOO UUUU WWWWW AAAAA but anyways, 🌸 the last cutscene low-key hurt me like what do you mean sunday gets off screened while i was saving up for him for what? 👹 ever since fuxuan like how can you do this to me + no way they're dead dead 🤠because the last conversation aventurine had with acheron was very important to the next patch i'm pretty sure! 🩷

all in all guys!! 🩷 this quest was beautifully done, it had a lot of hard, dark stuff and it reminded me a lot of hi3, that's why i give it a 10/10, very well done. 🌸🩷

[drkmgs]

I'll come back, I promise.

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warning: fluffy, angst, war

story type: part 2 of Homecoming

Well, hello, it's been a while... I decided to stick with Reader and not turn it into an OC... but the last name of the reader remains as Ashford. I do not know how the military works, so I'm writing this based on tv-series and movies I've seen.

Also, I did say I'm going to hurt you all.

It was entertaining to watch Jenna react to when you showed her the number of business cards you got that night. She didn't burn them, but she did shake her head at how this industry worked. Now that you are literally jobless, it was the perfect timing to check off one of many activities you wrote down to make up for the lost quality time over six years.

Well, escorting her to an award show already happened, so you checked that off. The next one would be a simple date. You smiled to yourself. You already have something in your mind—a candle lit dinner at her favorite restaurant—but that was such a cliché thing to do, and you want something she wouldn't easily forget.

Both of you are currently in New York for the Met Gala. Well, she is there for the Met Gala, and you just tagged along, planning the simple date you wanted to give her. While she was getting ready in the other room, you were on the bed with your laptop searching for a place to set up the candle lit dinner. You have contacted several places but they unfortunately can't do these kind of event last minute. You were losing hope.

You sighed, sliding your laptop on the bed, with a pulsing head. You carried yourself by the door to take a peek at what Jenna looked like. She looked breathtaking with that suit-dress created for her. You could stare at her all day long without getting tired.

"You're staring." You snapped out of your trance and looked up at the smirking Jenna Ortega. "Caught me red-handed." You put your hands up as if you're surrendering to law enforcements and went up behind her. "You look gorgeous, my love." You met her gaze through the mirror, and with that compliment, you received a shy smile from her.

"I wish you could be my date tonight." You have her a timid smile and reach out to her, rubbing along her arms. "It's fine. I'll be okay here. You go have fun and show them this outfit. You'll blow them away." She sighed. You put on a smile, seeing her relax and stop worrying about you all alone in this hotel room, which made a blub light up in your head.

"You're a genius." You kissed her head and immediately took the hotel phone, talking in a hushed voice. When everything was set and the hotel agreed with your arrangement, you went back to Jenna with a big smile. "What got you smiling like that?" Jenna side-eye's you. She's getting her lips done. You shrugged at her and continued to admire her beauty. You can't wait to spend all of your time with this woman.

—

Once she was done and it was almost time for her to go on the red carpet, she gave you one last kiss and wave you goodbye. You then got ready all the supplies for the surprise. Setting the table in the middle of the hotel living room, decorating the surroundings with balloons and rose petals. Once you are finished with all of the decorations, you moved on to getting ready yourself.

For entertainment purposes, you turned on the TV and listened to the news. At some point in your grooming, you heard something about where you last stationed. It was now full out on war. There was a slight worry in you that you might get called back, but you gave it a little bit of a doubt. You turned off the TV and focused on your grooming part.

It was almost time for Jenna to come back. You already called the kitchen, giving them instructions when to bring the food up. As you wait for Jenna, you can't help it but feel anxious about what you heard on the television. It started to make your leg nervously shake, but then there was a knock on your door. You immediately stood up from the couch and headed towards the door.

"Hi." Jenna greeted you as soon as you opened the door. "Hi," you say back and stepped aside so she could enter the room. "Oh my god. Y/N, this is wonderful." Jenna couldn't describe what she was feeling. Everything was so perfect. From the decor to your outfit. You closed the door and walked up behind her. You gently turned her around to face you. "I know, I have been lacking due to my profession, and now that I'm retired. I want to make it up to you. From simple dates to just be there for you."

You pulled out a ring attached to a necklace. Jenna's eyes widened full with panic. You immediately reassure her. "Don't panic. I'm not proposing. Yet. This is a promise ring, and I know that you can't wear this on your finger because of noisy people. So, I thought putting it in a necklace where you can wear it under your shirts." You opened the clasp, and Jenna immediately turned around, so you could put it on her.

You moved in front of her to see the necklace around her neck. "Y/N, this is so pretty. Thank you." She was on her tippy toes and kissed your lips, which made you smile like an idiot. "You're welcome, my love." You settle both of your hands on her waist and lean your forehead against hers.

The hotel staff didn't let you down and delivered your food like how you instructed them. This was heaven. Jenna's unending smile and laughter. Her shining aura. You couldn't get enough of it, but that little moment of yours got interrupted when your cellphone started to ring. You stood up and reached for your phone. When you saw who was calling, you excused yourself and went out into the balcony. While on the phone call, the sound of a helicopter was approaching, and soon, everyone in the hotel could see it, flying above the hotel.

You ended the call and rushed inside. "Jen. I have no time to explain. I'm sorry. I have to go. I promise. I'll come back." You took her face in both of your hands and kissed her hard. You hugged her for the last time. "I have to go," you whisper, and she whines. "Come up with me to the helicopter landing." You guide her out the room towards the emergency stairs up. Reaching the top, the hotel manager was already there holding the door open.

"Could you escort her back to the room as soon as I'm gone?" You asked the manager, which you received a nod. "You go with him, okay? Jenna. I love you. I'll come back, I promise." With that, you kissed her on the forehead and let go of her hand. You ran towards the helicopter, slid the door open, and waved at her before entering the helicopter. You threw Jenna one last look before the hotel disappeared from your view.

—

As soon as you landed at the headquarters, your team was already waiting for you in the conference room with the Lieutenant General. You don't even know how long the briefing was, but as soon as it was finished, you found yourself getting ready for a war.

Soon, you were giving signals to your team to retreat and get on the helicopter. Everyone is covering for each other. As the captain of the team, you want them on that aircraft as soon as possible. Three of them managed to get on the helicopter. Now it's you and your sergeant left on the battlefield. You see your sergeant get shot. You hurriedly take cover for them and assess their wound. As you cover for them, you also get shot, and everything went black.

The others on the helicopter witnessed a big explosion when the aircraft maneuvered away from the location. Buildings crashing, balzing fire everywhere, and gun shots are heard from a far. All of them are convinced none of you survived that.

[heartfullofleeches]

Do it!! We love your ideas chief, that’s why we’re here!

Also ghoul reader is hot as fuck

[Light body horror. Angst]

Well- two important factors about ghoul reader are both their body and mind deteriorate over time, but can be rebuilt to full structure by eating human meat/brain healthy meals.

This led me to think of a "healer" ghoul reader who can sorta transfer/reconstruct the healthy cells to others and heal people that way. Lose a kidney? Ghoul Reader can create a new one and negate most side effects by eating some ground beef left in the freezer. A personal sacrifice of their flesh for another being.

Given the nature of their healing properties, Ghoul Reader is extremely caring and always puts others before themself. They make friends with the wrong person- someone who hardly cares about their well-being and uses Reader for their personal gain. They had been scarred horribly by mistakes they'd already made and without them even asking Reader starts to slowly heal them. Their body needs more work than reader's can take, but they just write the ghoul off as lazy and trying to keep them around. Reader's body mass continues to shrink no matter how much they eat. It hurts them to put so much strain on their body... it hurts so much... but they still try. They still keep that "friend" in their heart and notebooks so they'll never forget them when their memory blanks. They care about their friend. They love them. They want them to be okay and love themself for who they are-

But they never knew how truly rotten that person was - inside and out.

"Finally... All those horrid scars were a damper on my social life. I'm even more beautiful than I was then. That being said, I can't be seen around something like you. It was fun."

That isn't what friends are supposed to say.. After all they did for them... Gone without even saying goodbye. That was the ghouls first time being betrayed to such caliber- and it crushed them. They wouldn't feel this pain if they were just another mindless creature, but they were proud of the person they'd become. The "normal" human being who walked around same as everyone else. They were just like them... only rotting... maybe that person wasn't so wrong to leave them behind...

Ghoul Reader shuts off from the outside world after that. They stick to their routine as it's all they've ever known, but they've lost that rosy view of the world. Is it worth making friends anymore? What's the point of trying if they'll just be abandoned again? They were more human than the people around them. Unlike them - they felt pain. They wanted to forget it all - so they did. Most of it at least.

While out one night reader notices a musky scent in the air. So faint only their nose would catch it. They follow the trail to a body lying behind some dumpsters - stab wounds having torn deep holes through their vital organs. Their pulse was weak - fading. Despite all the pain they've been dealt, Ghoul couldn't let someone die for another's mistake. They fixed up the near corpse and waited for them to wake up so they couldn't get home safety.

"Ugh....I'm still alive....lame...who the fuck are you?.."

Ghoul Reader explains everything that lead up to the encounter and their healing capabilities.

"Eh....with how my nights gone - I'll believe anything at this point. Thanks for the help, bud."

It was nothing. Ghoul Reader gets up to leave.

"Aye! Where ya going? You save people's lives on the regular and expect nothing back? Lemme treat you to dinner. Know a good spot close by and I still have the wallet I was gutted over. Let's get going already!"

Reader learns more about their new acquaintance. A petty thief trying to get on the right track in life. They spun some wild story about seeing a guy dropping his wallet and them trying to return it with the guy flying off the rails and accusing them of stealing it. The details were spotty, but Reader nodded along to every word. They needed a place to stay for the night as their home was too far to trek back too at that hour. They give Reader the rest of the cash in the wallet in exchange for their couch and they become the first real friend Reader makes.

Everything Reader gave they always tried to give back double. The near death experience gave them a new outlook on life. It was something to be cherished and not thrown away so easily as they had in the past. They wanted to share that new view with their only friend. Reader was a better companion than people they'd know their entire life. A little bitey when they got hungry, but everyone gets a little cranky when they're starving.

The friend gets a call over. Reader had skipped breakfast and wasn't sticking to their usual diet. They sat alone, unable to move and succumbing to the painful cramps of hunger. They begged their friend to bring them meat from the store, but their friend wanted to end their suffering as quickly as they could. They pulled out their trusty switchblade, embedding its teeth in their pinky finger. Ghoul Reader tries to stop them.

"Y/n, you saved my life. It's as much yours as it is mine. I'd give anything to properly replay you, but I'll never be able to and I don't mind living with that debt on my shoulders if it means we're together. This is the least I can do for you- so shut up and eat my damn finger."

-

A week after Reader tries them their finger back there's a knock on the door. Their friend refused treatment seeing it as a marker of their loyality to reader. They make sure reader is well fed at all times. A face reader has seen before stands behind the door. Some model they've seen on billboards and flyers. What could someone like that with them?

"Y/n. I know you probably don't want to see me after what I've done, but I need your help. I got into an accident after a few drinks last week. Nothing serious before you ask, but I've got these bruises and I have an important party to attend this Saturday. I'll allow you to be my plus one if that fixes things."

....

"I'll be out with a friend Saturday, but thank you. I can still fix you, but if you don't mind me asking - how do you know my name?"

Reader leads them to their couch and heals their spotty face all while the stranger is left bewildered. They're acting like nothing happened. Why are they acting like nothing happened? Who was this new friend and who the hell was that standing by their bedroom door?

"Are you seriously going to play this game?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pretending like you don't know who I am. That's harsh even with everything that's happened."

Ghoul Reader backs away from them.

"I've seen you in pictures, but that's it. I don't know who you are."

"It was cute at first, but I'm not playing whatever game you're trying to start. You know who I am."

Ghoul Reader racks their brain for answers, but there's no result. They begin to hyperventilate. "I don't....I don't know who you are....Stop it, please!"

"Not til you say my name. I'll own up to my part when do that simple thing."

They grip at their face, talons catching on their softened skin. "I don't know who you are...Don't make me remember..... Get out.... GET OUT!"

As the stranger leaves and heads towards their car a notebook flies out reader's window - aiming for their skull had they not stepped out of the way in time. Inside are pages of filled with scratched out ink held on a weakened spine. It was a miracle they held together. The pages stick togethered, water damgaged by crusted specks of blood and smaller dots of a clearer fluid. The words written were near illegible, but there's a few key points they could make out. A birthday, the begining and ending characters to a person's name, a repeated phrase pieced together over the various pages. Don't forget. Never forget.

They'd been erased completely from reader's conscious mind. This notebook had been kept to prevent that very thing from happening. All those precious memories thrown away. The stranger was happy with the life they'd been robbed of - but no one had ever been their for them like Reader had. A new stain falls to the page.

Flipping to the final page, a note slides off the back cover.

"Come here again - and I'll erase you permanently."

It wasn't reader's hand writing. The person in the window holds up a new journal - comforting a sobbing ghoul on their shoulder.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest - PT 2

Jack Dawkins x fem reader fic. Requested story.

PT one here.

You rushed through the town to the hospital, finding Jack walking out.

"Doctor Dawkins? Excuse me doctor?" You call out to him. Upon hearing you he turns, a smile drawing across his lips.

"Hello Miss y/l/n. A bit late for you to be put isn't it?" He asks, sauntering over to you.

"I'm sorry Doctor. I just needed to ask if you're heading to a poker game?"

His eyes narrowed at you.

"Yes."

You sigh, "okay. Do me a favour, do not take the twenty six pound bet. Fold and leave." You implore him.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I can't tell you how I know but please trust me. Darius will cheat you. Please just do this for me." You ask. Jack looks at you curiously.

"I don't know how you know but sure, I'll fold if it goes to twenty six pounds." He replies, a small grin on his lips, "I don't suppose you'd like to come with me would you?"

In all honesty, yes you'd love to go with him, but you figured it would be better if you returned to the Governor's house. You bid him a goodnight and darted away from him again. Making your way back to the house and resting back on the guest bed.

*_*_*_*

Jack sat around the table.in the captains quarters a hand of cards held between his fingers. He glanced around at his opponents. The sun was coming up outside, causing a dim glow around the room. Jack looked at his pocket watch, a surgery was scheduled for.in twenty minutes. He had a good hand but your words were playing in his mind. Looking at the pile of coins in front of him Jack chose to fold his hand.

"Oh come now, Doctor. I thought you had bigger balls than that." Darius laughed.

"We can discuss the size of my manhood another day, I have to save a life." Jack quipped, spinning on his heel.

The awaiting crowd chanted in the theatre as Jack ran up to Sneed. The two doctors waltz into the operating room and Jack turns to the crowd.

"Gentlemen. The Royal Hospital somewhat proudly presents Dr. Rainsford Sneed and the much celebrated Dr. Jack Dawkins." The crowd cheers, "Now, we have a fine one for you today, gents. A leg, shattered. Falling down a mine shaft, was it?" He looks to Hetty the head nurse, "The question, though, is who cuts?" He and Snees take their places either side of the table and Jack flicks a coin into the air. Hetty captures it and announced the heads.

"Me." Jack threw up his arms to his sides before sweeping round to the other side.

"I bet you can't do it under forty three" Sneed whispers.

"A pound says twenty nine." Jack grins.

"When have you ever had a pound?"

"As soon as you lose. Gentlemen! Dr. Sneed here seems to think that I can't amputate this leg in less than his record of forty three seconds. Well, I beg to differ!" Jack played up for the crowd, he wouldn't admit it out loud but he loved the adoration. He turns to the patient.

" Mr. Champflower, this will be the worst thrity seconds of your life, but I promise, I will make it as quick as I can. Your favourite memory. Take your mind there now." The operation begins and within twenty eight seconds the leg had been amputated and seen up. Jack gave Mr champflower a drink of medicinal whiskey as Hetty began wrapping the leg in a bandage.

"Come on hot shot, we have a new shipment of convicts to deal with." Sneed explained as the two men gathered their medical bags and made their way outside. Two tables had been set up for them with a line of English convicts waiting their turn. Hours passed him by as he mindlessly gave each one a health check.

A young woman stepped up to his table, Jack felt putty for the girl, her round face reminded him of the girls he had known as a child.

"Name?"

"Milly Wince."

" And your crime?"

" I stole clothes for me baby, but he died on the way over."

That made Jack sad, pitty swept over him.

"What was his name?"

" Benjy."

" She can help the schoolma'am." He says to the redcoat behind her. Hetty wrote down the girl's name and new job in the book beside Jack.

" But I can't read." She whispers to him.

"It's all right, they'll teach you." He says with a small smile, " All right, next."

A man dressed in old, dirty clothing steps up, his hands bound in iron chains. Jack looked up, his world shattering in an instant.

"Hello, Dodge. Been a time? Dog got your tongue?" The old.man laughed. Jack jumped up grabbing the man's shoulder and dragging round a corner.

"You're dead. They hanged you 15 years ago in Newgate." He says shakely, pushing Fagin to the wall.

"Surprise, surprise." Fagin chuckled, looking around himself, "What are you? Why are they all salutin' you like you're royalty?" He asks.

"I was a navy surgeon, an officer." Jack explains and takes a step backward.

"Oh. You've done well for yourself, boy. I'm proud of you."

"What are you doing here, Fagin?"

" Well, Her Majesty and I thought that I could benefit from a bit of quiet time in the colony." He laughed again.

" Now, listen to me. I can decide your fate with a stroke of my pen, so if one word gets out about our past..." jack begins, Fagin throws up his hands.

" No, I would never do that. Never. Never. To even think it hurts. No. I'm here for you, just as I hope you're here for me. Because sometimes, a covey gets pushed into a corner like a rat, and the only way out is to bite. So, don't make me bite you, Dodge." Fagin says.

"What do you want?"

"Well, a little bird flapped in and whispered to me that you'd escaped from prison in London. Do they hang escaped convicts here? I'll take that as a yes. Don't fret, I'd never give you up, just keep me off that chain gang." Fagin almost thinks of begging.

Gaines appears around the corner, "Dawkins. Everything all right?"

"Yes. I thought he might have something contagious, but it's just his stench." Jack lied quickly.

" Where's he going? I need another on the chain gang. Doesn't matter if he doesn't last that long." Gaines asked eyeing Fagin.

"No, I was thinking of making him my convict servant."

*_*_*_*

The trip to the seamstress had gone well and you stood with Belle in a new pastel green dress. You had to admit, though the corset was foreign to you it felt nice to be such a lovely dress. The two of you walked out of the shop towards the carriage, the two of you laughing together. It was nice speaking with her. Sharing your medical knowledge with her, making sure you didn't give too much away.

"You have to tell me about either. Do they use it in the hospital you're from?" She asks. The driver giddied the horses and it pulled away.

"Oh l, yes. It's brilliant, in full use. We use it for all the surgeries." You say happily. Outside the driver is calling out to the people on the streets when you feel a bump, more than a bump. The whole carriage rocked and you were sure it was close to toppling. It stopped and you got out as fast as you could knowing what must have happened.

Just as you'd thought the boy, Charlie was lying on the road, his leg split open. You drop down beside him and tear at the material of his trousers leg before tying it just below the knee. Glancing quickly around you grabbed the thick hat pin from your new hat and used it to tighten the tourniquet. As you worked people gathered and were chatting loudly one woman called out for a doctor. Jack appeared beside you.

"I've tied a tourniquet, but it isn't tight enough."

"that must have hurt your arm." He says looking between you and the child. You grinned but didn't reply.

"It's all right. I'm gonna sort you right out." He said to Charlie reassuringly. His tone was even softer than you remembered from the show.

"Can you fix it?" Belle asks.

" I'll need to amputate."

"no." You breathe out.

" What about Bircher's procedure to save it?" Belle questioned.

"Miss, please, To do that, I would need to drill into his leg bones, and insert pegs to knit them back together again. He would die of shock and pain." He argues his case.

"Not if you take the pain with ether." You interject almost to yourself.

" The Yankee Dodge?" Jack looks at you curiously .

"Yes." Belle becomes excited.

"That is unproven." He remind sher.

" Except for Morton in Boston and Liston in London. Do you even read The Lancet?" She bites at him.

"Not while I have strength, no. Anyway, that chump of a Governor has banned ether, so Prof wouldn't let it near the hospital." Jack explained

" That's just idiotic." Belle scoffed. Look, I've got-"

"Look, m'lady, one of us is a qualified surgeon and the other one is carrying a bloody parasol. So, thank you, but would you mind awfully sodding off." He cut her off and you sniggered under your breath.

"Okay enough, look Jack, Fagin get the boy in the carriage, Belle has an idea." You grinned at them and got to your feet, pulling Belle to the side.

"What are you talking about?" She asks in a whispered tone.

"You have everything we need at your house. Get us there quickly." You say raising your eyebrows at her. Belle's smile was wide with mischief and excitement. Behind you Jack had gotten Charlie into the carriage and jumped in. You and Belle got in alongside them, Belle sat beside Charlie's head meaning you had to squeeze in beside Jack, your hip bumping his as you did. He glances at where you touched him before raising his eyes to meet yours. A whimper from Charlie pulls his attention away.

"Hey, it's not too bad, Charlie boy. I've seen much worse at sea. Plus, you're gonna have a terrific scar." He attempts to reassure the lad.

"A stump." Belle scoffs, "Instead of using ether, you're going to butcher the boy and condemn him to beggary?"

" Thank you. Wonderful bedside manner you've got. You've got a knack for it." Jack sneered at her.

"Someone's got to stick up for him. If only you'd listen." She tried to fight back. Charlie grabbed for Jack's arm.

"You're not gonna take it?" He asked.

" I promise, I am going to save your life." Jack spoke softly to him, then turned his attention back to Belle, "You listen to me, you upstart. I'd give anything to trial that surgery Anything. Surgery without pain would revolutionise medicine."

Your hand comes out to take Belle's, "The biggest risk to any surgeon is the addiction to feeling like God. You are gambling against death with only your wit for ante, and that is bloody exhilarating. But the risk is not yours. There is a person beneath your hands. And the moment the cutter forgets that, and gives into his ego, then the patient is lost." You explain to her.

"A surgeon is lost." Jack adds as she Huff's at you both.

"Might I suggest you find your backbone?" She bit, folding her arms over her chest.

Jack felt the carriage turning to the left instead of right, "the hospital is that way!" He spoke out.

"We aren't going to the hospital." Belle quipped.

"Why, he doesn't have much time, you ridiculous woman...this is the Governor's house." Jack realises.

"Yes it is." You say pulling Jack's eyes to you.

"This is your idea?" He asks, almost impressed.

"Not really. Belle, go in and get your supplies. I'll make sure the way is clear." You say to her as the carriage is pulled to a stop.

You jump out a little too quickly and feel your breath catch in your lungs. Jack is beside you, concerned .

"I'm fine, just getting used to this corset." You say brushing him off and running into the building. You can hear the Governor's gathered guests upstairs and hoped everything would work out just as it did in the show.

Belle came running to you, her surgeon's kit tucked under her arm.

"Here give it to me, go get them." You say grabbing the equipment from her and placing it on the side board behind you. As quietly as you could you emptied the table and pulled it forward into the space beside the stairs, just as they were carrying Charlie in.

"Here we'll have to do it here." You say calling them over.

"Not ideal." Belle scoffs as she nervously checks up the stairs. Her father was already bringing his guests down. You stop at the head of the table, one hand beside Charlie's head and the other reaching to your chest.

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon

[musingmeaninglessly]

Watching Across the Spiderverse w/ Lo'ak & Neteyam (ft. Spider)

A/N; Since so many of us crossover into both these fandoms, I came up with this fun idea. Also, it was kinda inspired by the cute human drabbles that @littletrippyyhippyy writes! Hope y'all enjoy, I made myself laugh writing this, at least 😂

Warnings; Bit of swearing. Spider loses it. Lo'ak's a dummy. Spoilers for both movies, I guess??? Human reader. Kinda proofread.

Summary; You convince Neteyam and Lo'ak to watch Across the Spiderverse with you. They have some questions...

"OH. MY. GOD."

From your sudden verbal outburst, it's safe for the Sully brothers next to you to assume that you enjoyed the movie.

Across the Spiderverse, to be exact.

"That was incredible!! You guys liked it, right? Of course you did! You loved it! Tell me how much you loved it!!" you ramble, excitedly jumping up from your seat on the couch, turning to face your two Na'vi friends.

It had all been Jake's idea. Ever since you arrived on Pandora five years ago, his sons had become more interested in learning about human culture, from different foods to pop culture. The Sully patriarch had a feeling that their interest had piqued because of you specifically, but that was an avenue to be ventured down another time.

The brothers had happily agreed to watch this movie with you, despite having no idea what a spider is or why it should be attributed to any man. But, they couldn't turn down any time spent with you.

After begging Norm to somehow source the long-awaited sequel to Into the Spiderverse, you had ushered them over to the shack through the comms system. Whether you believed in the deity or not, you thanked God for Norm and his ways. Wi-Fi on Pandora was sketchy at best and just about held up for the odd email. Yet, somehow, Norm had got a hold of the new cinematic release so that you wouldn't have to suffer through streaming it.

And for you, it had been so worth the wait. You had loved every damn second. When Into the Spiderverse came out, you had been preparing to leave Earth. It was crazy to think how much had changed in the five years since you arrived on Pandora, a theme that had been mirrored in the movie.

Whipping your head round from the projector screen, where the movie credits rolled, Neteyam and Lo'ak would've marvelled at the joy lighting up your face if they hadn't been so damn confused. Neteyam looked as though he were about to say something but was continuously rephrasing it in his mind. Whereas Lo'ak just came straight out with it, amber eyes narrowed. "I'm confused..."

"By what?" you scrunch your face up. You had taken time to explain the whole premise of the Marvel universe to the brothers. Apparently they hadn't caught on just yet.

"Everything. Why could that Miles guy walk upside down? Why were there so many man spiders? And when will he kiss the blonde girl??"

"Lo'ak, I explained it all to you! Miles got bit by a radioactive Spider in the first movie, couldn't save his uncle Aaron, and you should know the rest!" you flop in between the brothers in an over-dramatic way, resuming your seat from earlier.

Lo'ak's brows knit together in a childish sort of way, but he smirks teasingly. "I can't ask questions now? Not my fault your dumb human movie makes no sense... OW!"

Neteyam's slap up the side of Lo'ak's head puts him back in his place. You exchange an amused glance with the oldest Sully brother, before giving Lo'ak a nudge in the ribs.

"Shut up, skxawng. Not my fault you didn't pay attention! The movie was amazing, right Neteyam?"

Neteyam looks a little caught off guard as you ask his opinion. In truth, he's a little confused by the story too, but he had paid better attention to your precursory Marvel lesson.

"It was...interesting." he muses thoughtfully, before Lo'ak cuts him off.

"I got another question! Why, Y/N, did you blush whenever that big guy came on the screen?"

His shit-eating smirk would have annoyed you if your thoughts hadn't been redirected to your favourite hunky Spider-Man.

"Oh, Miguel?" you ask before sighing dreamily. The brothers watch you in amusement as you resemble an ice pop melting in the August sun. "He's yummy..."

"Gross! He was a jerk!" Lo'ak exclaims. "He looked like he was about to explode he was so huge! Is this really what you human girls like?"

Grabbing the remote from you, Lo'ak rewinds the movie to a still of Miguel, immediately wishing he hadn't when you squeal in delight. As you do, though, he not-so-subtly flexes his biceps to compare with your animated crush.

"You got a way to go, bro" Neteyam chortles, eyeing his brother's lanky arms in amusement. Lo'ak just rolls his eyes.

"Whatever. That guy was an asshole. Did you see the way he yelled at Miles?" Lo'ak waves his arms around and it's honestly amusing to you how invested he appears to be in the movie.

"Kinda reminded me of you and your Dad..." you tap your chin in thought, grinning at the sputtering sound of laughter that comes from Neteyam beside you. Once again, Lo'ak scowls, but it doesn't stop you adding, "...on a good day..."

Neteyam loses it then and there, his usual coyness replaced with hysterical laughter that forces him to reach for the Co2 ask around his neck. Even Lo'ak cracks a small smile at your quip, and soon you're all laughing together.

That is, until the moment is interrupted by your human brother from another mother.

"Hey guys! I got snacks for the movie, I can't wait to see i-"

Spider's eyes widen with betrayal as they land on the rolling credits on the screen. His jaw drops, as do the snacks that he's holding. You can only bite your lip and stifle a laugh as his focus turns to you, pointing an accusing finger. "YOU."

"Spider, I'm sorry but you took too long!" you leap up, backing away from him. He's taller than you, after all, and evidently pissed. The sight makes Neteyam and Lo'ak snicker a little, although they are a bit worried for you...

"You watched the whole damn thing without me!" Spider is not far away from throwing a hissy fit, and it takes everything in you not to explode with laughter. Hands outstretched, you look as though you're taming a wild mountain banshee. At the moment, Spider certainly resembles one. "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE SPIDER-MAN, Y/N! WHY DO YOU THINK EVERYONE CALLS ME SPIDER?"

"I thought it was because of your hair, bro..." Lo'ak teases, truly testing your resolve where laughter is concerned.

"BRO-"

"Let's calm down..." Neteyam chuckles, standing up to try and calm Spider down in his big-brotherly way, "We'll watch it again, right Y/N?"

"Of course!" you squeak, growing a little nervous at Spider's impending wrath. So much so that after hiding behind Neteyam, you dart towards the door, giggling as you run away from the taller human boy.

"Y/N! YOU. ARE. DEAD!"

There's a mad chase, but the Sully brothers look at each other in amusement as they hear your high-pitched laughter resounding through the corridor.

"Looks like we're watching the man spiders again, bro..." Lo'ak turns to his brother.

"Yeah, looks that way..." Neteyam grins.

[harmshake]

Think About You

With a busy week keeping them apart, Roman and Dean are ready for the weekend...

Roman Reigns x Dean Ambrose | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,025 words

a/n: Big shout out to my super talented friend, @taydaq, for letting me use her incredible drawings in my fic! 🥵💕

Happy reading! Read my other AmbReigns/Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

If Roman had to hear another question about his faction, The Shield, he was going to scream.

Yet he held his composure, smiling politely as he answered the interviewer's inquiry on how they came up with their triple powerbomb finisher. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy sitting down for interviews and getting paid to simply have a conversation, yet every time the reporter asked him about his teammates, Dean and Seth, his mind lingered on Dean specifically.

On how much he missed him.

On how it'd been nearly a week since he'd last seen him.

On how he was losing his mind waiting to be with him.

Yet that was how things worked when he was The Big Dog, the World Heavyweight Champion, and face of the company. His schedule would stack interview on top of meet-and-greet on top of another interview, and steal his free time that he would rather spend with Dean who was in another state working house shows with Seth. He was grateful they at least stayed in touch on a daily, damn near hourly, basis with flirty text messages.

3 new messages from Dean ❤

I want you.

So much.

You're all I fucking think about...

Their affair was still hushed, still reserved for after-work hangouts at the bar that spilled into Roman's hotel room once he got sloshed on enough beer that he couldn't stand the sight of Dean and his tight, lithe body with clothes on—so much so that he would peel them off with caresses and kisses on his bare skin.

However, Roman didn't need liquid courage to want Dean nor did he care anymore who knew about his affection for the man. He'd gotten over it and gotten comfortable with Dean reaching for his hand to curl his fingers around his as they sat in a booth at a restaurant on the same side, Seth on the other side lightly kidding them for being the cutest odd couple he'd ever seen. 

But to Roman, there was nothing odd about it and everything magical about how Dean could make his stomach flutter with his blue eyes on his for too long, with his pink lips soft on his mouth for a while, and his gruff voice on his mind for days later with the whisper of how he'd moan his name as he clung to him...

I can't wait to see you, baby. Can't wait to hold you...

Thankfully Dean felt the same way as Roman checked his iPhone 7 after the interview to see that text message from him waiting to read. He responded immediately, his big fingers typing as fast as he could on the little screen.

You have no clue how bad I want your arms around me.

Yeah, baby? How bad? 

Bad enough to blow off this interview tomorrow and cum straight to you...

Roman knew that would make him chuckle and he wished he could hear it, but he didn't want the taxi driver who drove him back to his hotel to eavesdrop on their naughty conversation. Besides, it was only one more day until Saturday. One more day until he was off duty and he could be with Dean—and let him pour back into him what the draining work week took from him.

His flight landed in Dean's chilly city in the early afternoon, the Saturday traffic light and brisk as his taxi brought him to his boyfriend's hotel. The word "boyfriend" so casually lulled and filled Roman's mind that it took him a few moments to realize that's who Dean was to him. They hadn't stated as much to the other, but when Dean's face lit up with a stunning smirk as he opened his door to see him towering there with his luggage...when he yanked Roman into his arms in a tight hug with soft kisses scattered along his freckled cheeks...and when he took his bags, coat, and hand to lead him to the bed where he held him close as Roman sat on his lap, that lovely, gruff voice murmuring in his ear, "Missed you like crazy, sweetheart," Roman couldn't imagine another man on earth making him feel as adored as Dean.

And he didn't want another man to kiss him the way Dean did as he cupped his bearded chin in his hand to pull his lips onto his. His warm body under him was small compared to his bulking build, but Dean was strong as he hoisted Roman with a small grunt and settled him on the bed between his thighs.

"I missed you more," Roman breathed on his lips before he slid his large hands around his head that felt delicate in his grasp. His fingers tangled through his short, silky brown hair to hold his mouth on his for the slow, deep kiss he used to savor him, the corners of their mouths sown together as their tongues weaved together, too.

Dean's hands slid down his back to grip his ass, and his sweet, little grunt resounded in Roman's mouth to feel the thick bulge in his pants pressed to his chest. "Mmm...I can feel how much you missed me," Dean cooed. "I wanna fuckin' taste it, too..."

Now it was Roman's turn to purr a soft grunt to him when he flipped him over to fall gracefully onto his back as Dean crawled on top of him. His lips found his again, Roman's hand entwining in his locks again, and his boyfriend's hand gripping his waist before it rubbed along his abs behind his shirt.

If there was one thing Dean adored about his boyfriend was how easy it was to turn him into putty in his hands. The big man's body was all sturdy muscle, but a mere kiss on his neck and a stroke of his fingers at the seat of his pants made him supple, his body yielding to Dean as he tugged off his boxers and pushed his thighs apart.

The skin of Roman's throat was soft, too, yet rough as Dean ran his tongue along it, the stubbly patches where Roman liked to shave his goatee pricking him before he kissed it. He loved the way that made him purr once more, loved the way he shivered beneath him, opening up to him and his hands that roamed his long, luscious length of skin throbbing and lifting from his belly. So warm and so hard when Dean's fingertips grazed that flesh to make him bite his bottom lip...

"Look atcha already wet for me," Dean teased with a low voice that almost slipped into a moan to feel Roman's sexy, slippery pre-cum coat his fingers as he slowly caressed the head of his dick.

"All I've done this week is think about this...think about you..." Roman whispered when Dean kissed his jaw, his fingertips still kissing his tip before he laced his slightly rough, warm hand around him. That baritone purr in his chest made Dean hard against his thigh, too, and made him nip at his throat with a kiss to soothe it. He moved his nips and kisses south to finally taste the delicious wetness that he first licked from his hand where it dripped and then with his lips that he wrapped around his length.

"I been thinkin' about you, too...thinkin' about makin' you cum for me." Dean's lips left his shaft long enough to announce before he went back to work making his thoughts a reality. It took no time to make the huge, gorgeous man fall apart in his throat, pulsing and churning his salty, tangy pleasure down it before Dean eased back to catch his breath—and let Roman catch his as he trembled with his mighty chest heaving.

"Felt nice, didn't it, baby? God...I missed tastin' you feel good like this," Dean growled softly as he held him in his hand with twists of his wrist to gently squeeze the last white bead of his pleasure from his tip. He kept his eyes on Roman's dazed and beautiful brown ones as he flattened his tongue to him. That dazed and beautiful look on his face as he nodded with a whispery mewl made Dean's lips twitch with a grin as he slithered back up his body with kisses, peeling his shirt up with him until the man was naked. 

Roman watched Dean follow suit as his clothes hit the floor along with his, admiring his slender limbs and muscles that wonderfully protruded from them as if he had never seen them. He'd never get tired of the view. He felt his heart pound, too, like it did on the evening he shared a bed with him that first night in Toronto...

The man's hands were just as agile now as they were then, using two of his drippy fingers he just slid from his mouth to slide into Roman with slow swirls to coax him into relaxing until his pretty moans filled his ears. "You ready for me, angel?" Dean asked quietly with his own moan finally slipping from his throat to feel how soft and tight his boyfriend felt around his fingers. He was ready to feel him around his thick, tan dick that he picked up with his other hand, leaning over just a bit to hover his lips over it and let a few strings of spit fall to it.

As he massaged himself with it, he let another string dribble between Roman's thighs, trickling down his taut, brown balls and over his little hole that he pressed his tip against. Roman licked his lips with a husky sigh as he uttered, "Yeah, baby, I'm ready..." for Dean to gingerly push inside him. He was a bit tight but his boyfriend had endless patience, endless kisses that he covered his mouth with as he hunched over now, pinning his thighs to his shoulders as he endlessly and steadily buried himself deeper...

...And deeper, Roman's moans bellowing just as deep as he clutched at the pillow behind his head. "How's that feel? Mmm, talk to me, darlin'..." Dean whimpered to him, his head in the clouds from his boyfriend's groans as he grounded himself in his core.

"Unhhh, fu-fuckin' good," Roman whimpered back, his cheeks warm with a warmer headrush as his boyfriend carefully thrust and wound his hips to fill him and feel every part of him...especially that sweet spot that tingled with heat each time Dean stroked it. 

If there was one thing Roman adored about his boyfriend was how tender he was with him as he made him see stars twinkle around Dean's handsome head. He squeezed his eyes shut when the stars began to blur in his vision with that heatwave consuming every muscle on him, stiffening with an intense orgasm...his dick stiffening again, too, and bouncing on his abs from the thrusts, from the lush pleasure. Dean tended to it, too, petting it until Roman pulsed in his palm with raspy moans that splintered into desperate whines—and making Dean's strokes splinter into quick, deep pumps until he moaned with him.

"You love me, baby?" The words sprang from him as his hand sprang up to cradle Roman's face and look into the big man's eyes that he swore he saw pink hearts floating in.

"I do...I love you," Roman declared with a heady grunt before Dean's lips met his for an even headier kiss. It tasted like him, like the love he knew Dean held in his body as he held him...and as he gazed back at him and saw the skies blue in his eyes, he felt that love like the warm sun on his skin.

"Love you, too." His boyfriend took his time pulling out, lowering his thighs to his waist with kisses on his hairy calves before those kisses returned to his lips. "Gonna text you every day tellin' you that...tellin' you 'I love you'...'cause thinkin' about it ain't enough," Dean mumbled between his sloppy yet sweet kisses.

"How long you been thinkin' that?" Roman spoke sleepily yet just as sweetly as his fingertips brushed away the lightly damp bangs that stuck to his forehead, tucking them behind his left ear. A tiny smile touched his lips because he already knew. Dean smiled, too, as his words touched his heart and confirmed his lazy-in-love thoughts.

"Since the day I laid eyes on you."

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Thanks for reading! 💜

a second a/n: This is my second to last WWE fic for a lil while as I gather my thoughts on the company and if I want to continue writing for their characters. Gonna post the final chapter of All To Me later this week.

I love y'all and thank you for understanding!

🫶🏾 Tagging: @wrestlingprincess80 @moonwolfdemonprincess21 @stevesmunsons @theemorose @visionarymode @theninthwonder @southerngirl41 @sassginaswanmills @afterdarkprincess @cyberdejos2 @goldenfoxe @woahdude9481 @wrestlezaynia @dayjlovesromance (if you like AmbReigns, let me know and I'll tag you next time!)

[ikeromantic]

Hello!

Wanted to send a fun a little ask from the prompts you posted!

Clavis

Pit trap

Black licorice

A little thought I had.

( nothing SUPER specific bit thought I'd share anyway) But please, do whatever you feel would fit the choices and scenario best!!

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MC is mad at clavis for who knows what, like REALLY mad and clavis just wants to fix it as soon as possible. He can't have his lovely MC mad at him forever after all!

So maybe after trying desperately to talk to her, they both accidentally end up in one of his traps that he had forgotten about. Certainly, I would give them time and space (lol) to talk things out, however upsetting the conversations may be. But it's necessary, and they get through it

You know I adore Clavis ^_^ Here is approx 1300 words of Clavis in a pit trap of his own making . . . a little angsty, a little sweet, a little salty. IkePri New Years Event story!

“I’m not your toy.” She stomped her foot, fists clenched at her sides. Despite her fearsome stance, her eyes were damp with unshed tears.

Clavis chuckled. “My dear, of course you’re my toy. Why else would I play with you, hm? Think about it.” He hoped to tease her out of this snit, and in the meantime, her reaction was simply adorable. Such ferocity!

She let out a long, slow breath, and her shoulders slumped. “You know what? I’m not doing this tonight. I’m tired and I’ve had too much to drink.” Her hand swiped at her eyes, wiping away a tear before it fell. “Goodnight, Prince Lelouch.”

“Lelouch? Since when are we on - hey! Where are you - wait!” Clavis chased after her as she rushed away, down an empty hall. She turned left, then right, trying to lose him. Which was ridiculous. This was his manor, afterall and he knew every nook and cranny. Including - “Don’t go that way! There’s a -”

His warning came too late. His lover tumbled down the hole and landed at the bottom of a pit trap. This one wasn’t too deep, but the walls were angled in and slick. Impossible to climb out of without help. 

Clavis leaned over the edge of the hole and peered down. “Are you alright?”

“Would you just leave me alone?” Her voice was full of hurt, and he though he couldn’t see her face, he was fairly sure she was crying.

He sighed, shrugged, and hopped down after her. The landing hurt a bit more than expected, and he made a mental note to add more padding to the bottom. It wouldn’t do to injure a guest, afterall. 

She looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open. “You have got to be kidding me. You followed me into the pit? Seriously?”

“Of course. I’m a gentleman. I can’t let my beloved fall into a pit trap by herself.” He ignored her frown and rolled eyes. 

“Great. So now I’m stuck with you.” She crossed her arms and slumped to the floor where she could rest her head against her knees. 

The position reminded Clavis of a hedgehog, all rolled up, every angle warning him not to touch. Which, of course, made him want to touch even more. Besides, he felt . . . unsettled. She was truly upset with him and it was a bit like having a pebble in your shoe. If the pebble was a hot knife and the shoe in question was your heart. 

“Just until morning. Cyran always does a full check of all operational traps. He’ll find us.”

“Great,” she muttered. 

“It really is! Now I have you in a place where you can’t run away.” Clavis knelt down beside her. 

She peeked at him over her knees. “What do you want, Prince Lelouch?” She said his name and title like an insult, and from her it really did hurt. 

“I want to know why you’re so - so -” his mind ran through possible words. Hurt. Angry. Sad. “bad at taking a joke.” Clavis seized on that one, the one that didn’t make his chest tight and his eyes ache. The one that didn’t whisper, she will leave you too, in the quiet parts of his mind. 

“A joke?” She raised an eyebrow. “You told that nobleman I’m your plaything. Your words! And I . . .” she took a deep breath, wiping furiously at her face as the tears began to fall in earnest. “I thought I meant more than that to you.”

You do. The words didn’t come out aloud though. “I did say favorite plaything. You see? You’re very important to me.”

“See? That. Right there.” She stopped trying to erase the tears and just let them fall. “I like your sense of humor. Your adventurousness. I like that I never know what to expect from you. You upend everything. Turn all the rules on their heads.”

“Yes. I am a very amazing and wonderful prince . . .” Clavis cocked his head. He hadn’t expected compliments. Didn’t understand where she was going with this.

“I love you. I love all those things about you.”

He nodded. “And I love you.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “But you act like I’m just a toy you own. Replaceable. Something you’ll play with until it breaks and then go out and get a new one. And even if - if you don’t mean it -” Her tears turned into heart rending sobs and the words, whatever they might have been, were lost.

“But . . . there is only one you.” Clavis set a hand on her leg and was surprised when she brushed it away.

“Th-that nobleman doesn’t think so!” Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks flushed with emotion. “H-he thinks you can go to town and p-pick up any common girl. I’m j-just some worthless piece of p-pretty trash!” 

Clavis felt his heart clench in his chest. Was this what she thought he meant? Was this how she felt? Her words cut into him, a wound that bled like fire. “I . . .”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she added quietly. 

That calm statement froze his insides. Ice and fire together, burning him. Clavis didn’t care what some nobleman thought of his lover. But her hurt was real. He wondered how long this sorrow and anger had been eating at her. And he hadn’t noticed. He felt dumbstruck. A fool, just as Chev always said. 

“W-when Cyran comes . . . I’m just going t-to take my things. And go.” She sniffled. 

The air left his lungs, and for a moment Clavis was truly struck dumb. He struggled to breathe, to speak. Everyone he loved, left. He would be alone again. “No.”

She pushed the hair out of her face. “What?”

“No.” Clavis reached out and grabbed her hands, ignoring the way she tried to pull back. “I won’t let you go.”

“What are you going to do, tie me up?” A rebellious smile appeared under her tears. 

He smiled back, his heart thudding in his chest. “If I have to.” Clavis swallowed. He hated showing his genuine emotion, his soft heart, but for her . . . anything. “But first, I - I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows shot up. 

“I’m sorry for calling you my plaything in front of someone too ignorant to understand what that means to me.” He squeezed her hands gently in his. “You are my toy, my most favorite diversion. My very own, irreplaceable, priceless, one of a kind, beautiful, smart, silly, amazing -”

“Clavis, you’re being excessive.” She frowned at him but he noticed her tears were drying up.

“I am never excessive. As I was saying - amazing, wonderful, sweet -” he cleared his throat, “woman, that I love. And I can’t -” he coughed again, “I can’t imagine doing without you.”

Her gaze softened, the anger and sadness in her eyes wavering. 

“Please. Stay by my side?”

“I . . . I don’t know. People are always going to think I’m only in it because of who you are. For the money and privilege.”

Clavis snorted. “No one who knows me will think that. Besides, who cares what idiots say? We’ll just sic Chev on them. Tell him they dog-eared a book page or something.”

She laughed then, and he knew he had her. Relief flowed through him like warm honey, sweet and thick and golden. “I don’t know if I’d want them to die like that,” she mused.

Her smile was everything, he thought. “Well, maybe not dog-eared then. Perhaps . . . cracked the spine a bit? Dropped some coffee on it? No?”

“Pretty sure all of those are a Chevalier death sentence.” She paused and took a shaky breath. “This is why you’re so bad for me, you know? I can be rightly pissed off at you, and you still make me smile.” She shook her head. “It’s bad for my heart.”

“Well. I like your smile. And you are cute when you’re angry so . . . I’m not sorry. I can’t ever be sorry.” Clavis smiled at her. “As long as I get to keep you by my side.”

[ghoulystay]

New Love? Part 3.

A Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, and y/n story.

Female reader.

Smut story.

Mature themes.

Mature Audiences.

18 and over.

It's been a week since you saw Ghost. He hadn't come back, and it made you feel uneasy. As you lay in bed, contemplating on your feelings for the two. Wait? Feelings? For both? You couldn't possibly fathom it. Could you? You can't deny the feelings you have for König and obviously, you still have feelings for Ghost. Could you see yourself with both of them, at the same time? No. Yes. Maybe. Would they even be up to the idea? Your mind racing throughout the night. You've been losing sleep for days since Ghost walked out the door. You found it hard to get out of bed. From the beginning, he always promised he wouldn't abandon you, but why did it feel like he did. You wonder what happened that day he left. Did he find König? If so, what was the verdict. You couldn't keep thinking about it any longer. You slowly fell to a deep sleep, shutting the world out. Hoping that wherever Ghost was that he was okay, and a small part of you hoped the same for König.

That night.

Still asleep. You feel the touch of a familiar hand caressing your face. Your eyes remain closed. Suddenly, you feel two other hands caressing your body as the one still caressing your face. "What the fuck?" You thought. You opened your eyes immediately, and you were speechless at what you discovered. Ghost and König. Both together. What the fuck is happening!? You felt frozen. "Did you miss us, lovie?" Ghost said. Us? Now you're more confused than ever. "Simon, what the fuck is going on?" They both share a look at each other before bringing there attention back to you. You notice they both walk on each side of the bed, and they both sit on opposite sides in between you. They're both so close to you. "König and I thought, why fight each other for you when we can both love you instead." You're shocked. Especially when you have been having those intrusive thoughts before. "Only if you want, y/n." König added. You couldn't believe it. Your fantasies were seconds from becoming reality. "Okay, boys, show me how much you want me." They didn't hesitate. A few minutes later, you were all nude. All over each other. Feeling each other's bodies. After some time, you get on the bed on all fours. Ghost immediately grabs your waist tightly, pulling you back to him so he can enter you. "I want you in my mouth König." He gets on the bed positioning himself in front of you. Before beginning, Ghost had a few words. "Let's fuck our princess, mate." And just like that they both insert. Ghost was always rough, but this time, he was fucking the shit out of you. König was in your mouth. His cock tasting so good, you took all of him in your mouth, deep throating, sucking him till there was nothing left. Deep grunts and moans escaping both of their lips. Ghost spanked your ass as he thrusts deeper and deeper. König was in and out deep in your throat. Ghost was approaching his climax fast. He held on to your waist tightly. As he was about to release, you tightened your walls around his cock. You hear him grunt as he lets go. Ghost releases you and signals König to take you in the back to. König pulls out of your mouth. He makes his way behind you and quickly goes in. You moan as his length enters inside you. This man is huge. He picks up the pace, going faster and harder. You scream his name after every sloppy thrust. It felt so damn good. "Fill our princess up." Ghost tells König. As if on queue, König releases all of himself inside you. What a night of lustful and passionate love making with two men you were deeply in love with. You felt so lucky.

The End.

Sorry if the story seems rushed. I'm not really feeling it right now.. I've just been feeling bummed and down at the moment 💔. Hope everyone enjoys it, though. This is the final part of the New Love? Series. There will be new stories coming soon in the future, I promise. 🙏 thanks 💕

This story is dedicated to my König who's account is sadly deactivated at the moment, hoping he returns soon. 🙏 💕 🤞

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[writercole]

Settling

Summary: While Valkyrie gets back home, Jake gets his ass handed to him. Twice.

Squares:

Words: 1983

Warnings: Angst, language.

A/N: I can't tell you how much I need Phoenix to be my bestie and Anne to be my mom. They're just...they're amazing.

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She landed back in New Orleans in the pouring rain and headed straight for home, sighing in relief when she closed the door behind her. It had been a hard couple of days, leaving Jake behind and not saying goodbye to his parents. She felt like she’d lost a large portion of her life, the only family she had.

The tears started again as she leaned against her kitchen counter, sobbing as she felt the ripples of grief flowing through her heart. Losing Jake was the hardest thing she’d ever gone through, worse than when her parents kicked her out. Then, she’d had Jake to fall back on. Now, she had no one. 

She skipped unpacking to go upstairs and shower, promptly falling into bed after she’d exhausted all of the hot water. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and breathed deeply, the lingering smell of Billy’s cologne causing her to throw her pillow across the room in frustration. Tossing herself over to the other side, she curled up and stared at the wall, watching the dwindling sunlight cast longer shadows over the framed photos above her vanity.

A pounding on her door dragged her out of bed when the shadows were at their longest, just before the sun set completely over the Mississippi. She groaned when she looked through the peephole, swinging the door open with a force that would have put a hole in her wall had she not caught the door.

“Billy, what are you doing here?” she asked, her shoulders tense and her jaw set.

“Baby, I came as soon as I heard you were home. I hate it when we fight,” he cooed as he stepped towards the threshold of the door.

“No,” she spat, holding up her hand. “You’re not coming in.”

“Have you been crying over me?” he pressed as he took in her red, puffy eyes. “That’s so sweet that you miss me, too.”

“I’m not crying over you,” she sneered, “that ship has sailed, Billy. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m exhausted. I just got home from a month-long deployment. And I am going to bed.”

“Please, baby, I just need a few minutes,” he begged, his dark eyes the perfect mix of sorrowful and hopeful.

She sighed heavily, the weight of everything breaking her resolve. “Come back tomorrow and we can talk then.”

“I’ll bring breakfast,” he promised with a wide smile.

She shut the door and trudged back to her bedroom, allowing the tears to flow again as she wished that she could call her best friend so he could put her back together again, piece by shattered piece. But this time he was the reason she was in tatters.

Jake was leaning against the wall in his normal spot near the pool table, nursing his fourth beer as he tried to figure out what had happened, what he had done to make her run away the way she did.

“Hangman, where’s Val?” Phoenix questioned as she approached the pool tables at The Hard Deck.

“I don’t know,” he sighed sadly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she pressed, irritation lacing her words, taking a defensive stance. “She left with you for the break. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed, “she just bailed!”

Phoenix looked at him, really looked, and saw the exhaustion in his face along with defeat, tears building in his eyes before being blinked away. She waited patiently for him to continue, softening her features as she looked at him.

“I don’t know what happened,” he whispered, collapsing onto a stool. “Everything was fine, great even, and then next thing I knew, she was gone. She said…she said she got a call from Simpson and he needed her back asap. I know that wasn’t true. She wouldn’t let me take her to the airport, she ran out the door, her cab was already waiting and now she won’t answer my calls. 

“Simpson won’t tell me anything. She hasn’t answered her phone. I don’t know what to do, Tash.” He looked up at Phoenix with sad eyes, letting his guard down in front of her for the first time. “I miss her.”

“Come on,” she said, pulling him up, “outside before these guys get ammunition you don’t want them to have.” 

Phoenix led them to the edge of the water and sat, Hangman taking the spot next to her quietly. 

“Talk to me,” she said quietly as she kept her focus over the water, thinking that maybe he’d be more comfortable if he had the option to avoid looking at her. 

He detailed everything. Their friendship over the years, the new friends with benefits arrangement, how she called it off after the Dagger mission. He told her about the girl who came afterwards and how she ditched him, how Valkyrie came home with him for the weekend. How they had sex again but this time it was different, it felt…different.

“You’re in love with her,” she stated.

“What? How -”

“You’ve been in love with her for years, haven’t you?” Phoenix pressed, turning to look at Hangman. “Did you even know it?”

“I had no idea,” he confirmed in a whisper. "Not until she left."

"First things first, we have to find her. Then you're going to get your head out of your ass and fix things with her," she threatened as she stood, "or I'm setting her up with Payback."

When she woke up, she noted that it was late afternoon. She checked her phone and found missed calls from Phoenix, from Hangman, and even from Coyote. There were nearly thirty text messages, all from Phoenix and Hangman. She scoffed when she saw there was nothing from Billy who had promised to be there first thing in the morning. As she debated what to do with her day, her phone started to ring in her hand, the caller id showing the face of the one person she knew she could trust.

“Hi, Mrs. Anne,” she answered, trying to sound cheery.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Anne asked immediately.

She couldn’t answer; sobs wracked her frame and rendered her unable to breathe, much less speak.

“Where are you?” Anne pressed.

“H-home,” she got out through the tears, “N-N-Nola.”

“I’m on my way,” Anne said, hanging up the phone, not giving Y/N any chance to argue.

Several hours later, near midnight, she heard her front door open and shut. She tensed for a moment before remembering that she was expecting someone, expecting the only person who could comfort her in this situation.

Her bedroom door creaked open and the concerned face of Anne Seresin peeked in, finding Y/N in a ball on her bed, blankets strewn across the floor. She rushed in and climbed into the bed next to the woman who had become a third daughter to her, opening her arms and inviting her into her lap.

The moment Anne’s arms wrapped around her, Y/N lost control and let go of every emotion she’d felt over the last three days. She couldn’t believe it had been only three days since she’d seen the woman who had been more of a mother than her actual mother. 

Anne couldn’t believe the fact that she was, once again, holding one of her children while they cried. She was sure she knew why Y/N was upset but she wasn’t going to push for information until she was ready to talk. She cooed soothing words and held her tight, the best she could do for the time being.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Anne whispered when the sobs quieted. She felt a nod and loosened her hold, allowing Y/N to sit up next to her.

“I guess it started a little over a year ago,” she began, “Jake had just broken up with Suze and I had just started dating Billy. Jake hated that,” she scoffed, remembering how he’d tried to dissuade her from dating him. 

“We barely spoke that year. Billy was insanely jealous of Jake; every time I mentioned him, we’d fight. Billy left the day before we got called back to San Diego. I met up with Jake at The Hard Deck and we talked, really talked, about what was going on. He, um, god I can’t believe I’m about to say this to his mom. He made the offer to be friends with benefits.

“I balked, at first,” she continued, fidgeting with her hands in her lap and keeping her gaze down. “But I thought about it all night long and eventually decided what the hell. It’s not like sex is going to make me fall in love with him. I want to go back and slap myself for that decision.”

“It wasn’t sex that made you fall in love with him,” Anne interjected, “you already were.”

“I know that now,” Y/N sighed, “after the mission, we stopped the benefits and went back to just friends, and that’s when I felt it. But he had found Christina and he was happy.” Tears started falling down her face again and she shut her eyes, opening them when she felt Anne’s thumbs brushing them away. 

“He wasn’t happy, baby,” Anne cooed. “I talked to him during that time and he didn’t sound nearly as happy as when he was spending more time with you.”

“You didn’t see his face when she texted or called him, Mom,” she whispered, “it killed me every time. So I gave up. She hated me so I chose to step back, let Jake have the chance to be happy even if it hurt me in the process. Then she ghosted him and he begged me to come home for the party. I don’t regret that at all. I missed you guys more than I ever knew. I just wish I would have set a boundary and kept it as just friends for the trip.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I heard him talking to Suze,” she choked out, swallowing the sobs that were threatening to break free. “She said he should have been with her instead of me and…and he said we weren’t together. I couldn’t stand there and watch him with her and pretend to be happy. I couldn’t, Mom.” 

The sobs started again and she leaned into Anne who embraced her once again. She let Y/N cry herself to sleep as she figured out what she was going to do to get her son’s head out of his ass.

Jake was startled when he saw his mom’s name flashing on his phone at three am. He answered in a hurry, expecting the worst. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong, son,” she said. Jake could feel the anger radiating through the phone and he swallowed hard as he waited for her to continue. “You have to be the biggest idiot I have ever seen. How could you hurt someone as sweet as Y/N?”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” he asked, truly confused since he hadn’t talked to Valkyrie in…ten days, ten hours, and forty-eight minutes.

“She told me everything! Your whole idea to be friends with benefits and then telling that Suze girl that you weren’t together. I raised you better than that, Jacob,” she scolded.

Jake heard the sounds of departures being announced in the background and he sat up. “Where is she?”

“Oh no,” Anne denied. “I’m not telling you that so you can show up and break her heart all over. You’re going to be lucky if you see that girl again, I can tell you that much.”

“Mom, please,” he begged, his voice threatening to crack.

“No,” she refused, “I have to go. My flight is boarding. I’ll text you when I land.”

She hung up, leaving Jake more confused than ever. He had to find Valkyrie.

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Reasons I'm enjoying gotham war: a thought exercise.

I wanted to do a deeper analysis but am sitting in a restaurant waiting for my family to get here so might as well dive into it and I can do a more scholarly deep dive later.

I want to talk about Gotham Wars, why I'm liking it, what I think about it, and what I think they're doing well. I'm new to comics (tell me, at what point does your brain start to explode when you try to read the entire DC batfam canon in 2 months. Asking for a friend) but I'm not new to storytelling, so here we go!

K, so im a huge angst fan. It's a disease, not everyone is here for the angst but I most certainly am. The batfamily is so incredibly messed up, which is just right up my alley. I love WFA but let's be real, if they're not crying I'm not as invested. So this run where they are absolutely beating the shit out of my favorite character (Jason Todd)? Mwah. Beautiful. 10/10 will read 100 times.

I read stories for the connections between the characters, not so much the plot. Which is a personal preference thing. So the obvious plot holes and issues with the various characters points of view just don't really bother me. I can suspend my disbelief to think that heroes are running around in spandex beating people up, I can suspend it to think catwoman training an army of thieves to eat (I mean steal from) the rich is a viable idea. I don't care about the logistics, I care about how those things effect the characters.

And MAN do they effect the characters. Honestly I've loved Selina throughout this run. She could get a post all on her own. I love that she's refused to slander Bruce, I love how protective she is over her kids (step kids? Exs kids?) And I love every single interaction she's had with Jason. Honestly the moment that hit me hardest with her was when she's looking for Jason and thinks that if she loses him Bruce will never forgive her.

Obviously, Jason is a worthwhile human that has value outside of Bruce, but I think it really gives us a glimpse into Selina's mind right now. She loves Jason, she's grateful for his support and cares for him, but at the end of the day, he's the love of her life's baby boy, and it is that identifier that will pop up during times of stress.

I LOVE everything about Jason's involvement with this. I like that the tie ins are showing how he disagrees and the main storyline has him already convinced. I love that it explores both sides of his character, I love how it shows how important he is. And he is SO. IMPORTANT.

Bruce has obviously lost his ever loving mind (rip) and vacillates wildly between thinking his children were a mistake and wanting to protect them from everything. Up to this point, though plenty of the bat kids are sympathetic toward Selina, they aren't actively helping her, except of course for our boy Jason Todd.

Jason is actively working against Bruce (shocking right?) And I LOVE that Jason even tells Bruce that it's not just to spite him (though I'm sure that's a plus) it's because he believes in what Selina is doing. And Bruce cannot handle it.

Like I said before, Jason is Bruce's baby boy. The one he can't lose again. The one he needs to protect. But also he has to stop him from murdering people. And above ALL ELSE he cannot stand to see Jason in cahoots with someone else. Bruce doesn't share well under normal circumstances, let alone when he has totally lost his mind.

This vacillation has a lot of people irritated because they think that Bruce is being written inconsistently. I disagree, I think my man has lost his ever loving mind and he wants to both protect his children and STOP them. Him telling Jason he loves him not once, but TWICE within the span of a few panels while simultaneously ruining his life and leaving him completely defenseless is just... dude. My man. My psycho baby. Stop that.

Jason has always been fiercely independent and now that independence has been stripped from him. He literally can't protect himself. He's going to need to rely on other people to help him and heaven knows he doesn't have a good track record of people helping him out when he needs them.

Luckily, Dick knows about the drugging now and is super pissed off (GOOD!) Cannot wait to see where that goes next.

So tldr: why am I enjoying gotham wars? Mostly because so far everyone is obsessed with Jason Todd, which is highly relatable. Also because these relationships are being torn to shreds and looked at from a very interesting lens. Bruce is gone gone gone. Cannot wait to see his horror when he realizes what he's done.

[partypoisonzz]

snap a shot with the lens (frank iero x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 13: Erotic Photography/Lingerie

Era: Parachutes (2017)

Reader Pronouns: She/her

Content:

- ...the photographs your husband took 😏

- Prase kink!!!! (I'm that bitch. Been that bitch, still that bitch. Will forever be that bitch.)

- Dacryphilia, lowkey

- The two of you are married because of course you are

Word Count: 2,988

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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"So... Where did you get it?"

In response to Frank's question, you look up from the pile of laundry that you are in the process of folding, — mostly his stuff from tour. "Where did I get what?"

The look on your husband's face is serious. Maybe it would be just this side of intimidating, if you didn't know him so well. His bark is a thousand times worse than his bite, — and his bark comes with little lovesick whimpers, too. "That little lacy thing that you had on in the pictures."

You turn back to the clothes, trying to hide the fact that your face is going red from a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. "I went to that new store downtown a few weeks ago," you respond, nonchalantly folding one of his shirts and sitting it on top of the pile.

"You went without me?" Frank presses.

You laugh. "Well, yeah," you say. "You were on tour. I was lonely and bored. Figured it would be as good a time as any to stop by and get you a surprise."

He gives a low chuckle. "I was surprised, alright," he says. "Nothing quite as surprising as opening a text while you're in line at the salad bar and seeing your wife with her tits out."

You toss a pair of balled-up socks at him. "They were not out. I was covered up."

"You call that covered up?" he asks incredulously, tossing the socks back at you.

"I left something to the imagination," you reply, sitting the socks off to the side.

"Well, I was certainly imagining." You cast another glance over at him, only to see a familiar look on his face. Wanting. "I was imagining all sorts of things. And that was just after the first picture."

You grin, shaking out a towel before beginning to fold it. "What about after that?"

"After the second and third, my mind got a little more... Creative, so to speak," he says. "After the fourth one, I was losing it. Couldn't wait to get home and have the real thing." He's quiet for a moment before speaking up again, his tone sounding much more tentative. "So... Can I see it?"

"Maybe later." You stand up, picking up the pile of laundry and carrying it towards the bedroom. You stop on your way towards the stairs to ruffle Frank's hair. "For now, you need to rest. Surely you're tired, after several weeks of nonstop shows."

You can hear him grumbling as you scale the stairs. "I don't want rest," he says. "I got plenty on the plane ride over. I want you."

"All in due time, babe!" you call down the stairs.

You're happy that he can't see the huge smile on your face as you put the clothes in their place, only to open your underwear drawer and retrieve the lingerie set.

You have all intentions of driving him absolutely insane.

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At the end of the day, Frank concedes to your suggestions of rest, settling for an evening of takeout and movies in bed. You finish your food and lean into him, half-watching the movie with your head resting on his chest.

After a while, you untangle yourself from him and hop out of bed. "Think I'll take a quick shower," you tell him. "Be back in a minute."

"Alright." Though you didn't ask him to, Frank pauses the movie for you and reaches for his phone.

As soon as the bathroom door is closed and locked behind you, you open the drawer. Much to your relief, the lingerie set is still there, neatly folded. You figured it would be, considering you deliberately placed it in the drawer that only contains your things, but still. It just wouldn't do to ruin the surprise.

Just as you promised, you take a quick shower. Afterwards, you brush and dry your hair, spritz on some perfume, and put on a bit of makeup.

Then, of course, there's the lingerie.

You take a moment to examine your reflection.

You really couldn't have picked a better set. The bra and panties consist almost entirely of black lace, with hints of skin peeking through sheer mesh. The garter belt ties it all together. The lace runs across your waist like ivy, fastened to your knee-high stockings by two thin black ribbons.

You feel great, and you look even better.

Having passed your own inspection with flying colors, you ease the door open and step into the bedroom.

Frank's gaze wanders from his phone to you. For a moment, you're worried that his eyes are going to pop out of his head.

His jaw drops as he sits up straighter against the pillows. "Holy shit."

"That sounds like a good reaction." You smile as you climb into his lap nonchalantly. "So, what do you think? Does it live up to the pictures?"

"What kind of question is that? Knew it would be even better in person. Fuck..." His eyes rake over your body, up and down, before seeming to stop on your chest. "You're so fucking beautiful... God... And all this, for me..."

"Just for you, babe." You lean in to kiss him. He meets you halfway, pulling you closer by your waist.

His kiss is wet and hot and deep and just so typical of him after going weeks without seeing you. He kisses you like it's been years since the last time he's done it, like he may never do it again. He kisses you like neither of you need air, like you could just live off of each other if you tried hard enough.

When he finally breaks away, his hands wander across your body. Much to your surprise, he's quite patient. He doesn't grab or press, just gently touches you like you're some fragile, breakable thing. Wild as they are, his eyes contain something that you find it difficult to put a name to, even after all the years you've spent together. You suppose the closest word would be devotion, though you swear it runs even deeper than that.

You grin as he runs his fingers over one of the ribbons on your garter belt. "Wanna take it off?"  you murmur.

Much to your surprise, he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says. "There's something I need to do first."

He gently pats your thigh, signaling for you to let him get up. You move off of his lap, watching curiously as he stands up and pulls his overnight bag from under the bed.

"Turns out I have a surprise for you, too," he tells you as he rifles through the bag's contents, still half-packed.

"Yeah?" You peer down from the edge of the bed, intrigued. "And what would that be?"

He doesn't respond until he finds what he's looking for, rising back to his feet.

You eye the camera in his hand with confusion at first.

He lifts it up to his face, aiming it straight at you. "Smile, honey," he commands, peering at you through the viewfinder.

Before you can react, the shutter clicks. A slip of film slides from the bottom of the camera.

Frank grabs the picture, shaking it back and forth a few times before looking at it.

He frowns. "Oh, come on, sweetheart. We can do better than that. You look like a deer in the headlights." He sits the picture aside before lifting the camera up again. "Go on. Pose real pretty for me. I know you can do it. After all, I saw the pictures you took."

Mind catching up with your racing heart, you turn to the side. You fold your legs beneath you before straightening your back, hands resting in the space between your spread thighs. "Like this?"

Frank gives you a hum of satisfaction. "Beautiful."

You hear a telltale click, followed by the whir of the picture being printed.

"That's it," Frank encourages you. "Give me another one, angel. Something sexy."

You grin, positioning yourself on your knees, back arched and arms stretched out in front of you, your hands digging into the mattress. "How about this?"

"That's perfect." Another click and whir.

Frank groans under his breath. "Fuck, baby. You look so good. How about one more?"

"What about..." You turn over on your back and run your hand slowly over your body, finally stopping between your legs. "This?"

He lets out another groan, louder this time. You can already feel the heat pooling between your thighs as he snaps another picture.

You aren't actually touching yourself, of course, — unlike the picture you had taken in a similar pose a few weeks ago and sent to Frank thirty minutes or so before his set. Still, the way that he responds makes it sound like he's getting his own personal X-rated performance, — which, you suppose, he's about to.

Once that picture prints, he climbs back into bed with you and kisses you again, even harder than last time. "Okay," he mutters as he pulls back. "Now I want to take it off."

He removes the garters first, followed by the panties. Finally, he takes off the bra, stopping to grab your tits. You give a breathy moan as he kneads the skin, his tattooed, calloused fingers brushing over your nipples.

"You make such pretty sounds, too," he comments. "Come on, baby. Wanna hear you."

You tilt your head back as he gives you another possessive squeeze, only to hear the camera click again.

Your eyes wander down to his hand, still holding onto the camera. Frank dives for your neck, pressing a long kiss just above your shoulder before moving upwards.

You wrap your arms around him as he pushes you back into the pillows. His mouth travels over your body, seemingly dead set on tasting every inch of your skin. You know that you won't just have hickeys on your neck in the morning, but on your hips and thighs, too. Every bit of you, marked by a reminder of him.

He meets your eyes as you tug his T-shirt over his head before reaching for his belt. He kicks aside his jeans and underwear before covering your body with his again, his lips returning to yours as he positions himself between your spread legs.

You wrap a leg around his hip, attempting to urge him closer to where you need him. Much to your dismay, he pulls back. "Wait."

You simply respond with an irritated groan.

Meanwhile, Frank grins like the cat who caught the canary, lifting the camera up once again. "This is one hell of a view."

Despite your initial eyeroll, you look into the camera's lens. You can only imagine what you look like, — completely naked, lipstick smeared, pupils blown wide. A thrill rushes through you when you realize that you will soon be able to see for yourself.

For now, though, Frank tosses the picture aside, kissing you again before pushing inside of you.

You gasp, clawing at his back. Though you know that seven weeks is little more than a blip in the long run, it feels like it's been an eternity since he's fucked you. You're greedy, wanting more of him, even though you're as close to him right now as you could possibly get.

Still, you try your hardest to hold him even closer as he sets an even rhythm.

It all feels so right, like you're exactly where you need to be. His hips press against yours like puzzle pieces clicking together. Your eyes wander over his tattooed chest before you lean in, running your tongue over the ink. You feel a spark of satisfaction as you feel the groan from deep in his chest.

"Fuck," he curses as you press harder against him. He thrusts into you particularly hard, hitting your G-spot.

You let out a broken moan, your head falling back against the pillow as your eyes flutter closed.

"Christ. You're perfect." He reaches for the camera again. He just holds it for a moment, his finger hovering over the shutter button as he keeps up his pace.

"Wanna take a picture of you when you come for me," he says. "Want you to see what it looks like when you come all over my cock. That's it, baby. So good for me, fuck..."

You hear the snap as soon as you fall over the edge. The fact that he's immortalizing this moment, — you, completely blissed out as he fucks you, — seems to make your orgasm all the more intense.

Even as you're coming down, you feel like you're on fire. You still want more. Whatever he has to offer, you'll take it. You are totally and completely his in every possible way.

"Such a good girl," he praises you before abruptly pulling out. You whine at the feeling of emptiness, just before he nudges you, — gentle, despite the fact that he was just fucking you at a bruising pace.

"Turn over," he orders. "Hands and knees."

Despite your trembling, you manage to oblige him.

As soon as you're in position, he slams into you again, eliciting a breathless gasp from you.

He remains still for a moment. "You good?"

You nod. "Yeah," you manage. "Just... Move, Frank, fuck..."

He clicks his tongue at you. "Oh, no, baby girl," he says, his thumb brushing lightly against your hip. "You are not going to get bossy with me. Not tonight."

Before you can offer a response, he tightens his grip around your hipbone, grabbing hard enough to leave a bruise.

You let out a string of high-pitched sounds as he pounds into you. He is relentless, his pace never faltering. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Frank's groans, and your moans, quickly descending into helpless whimpering.

"Frank," you whine. "Gonna come again..."

"No, you're not." He releases your hip, only for his hand to come to rest beneath your chin. "You're gonna have to beg for that, baby. I was generous enough to let you come once, and how did you repay me?"

You feel your throat beginning to tighten. "I—"

His grip tightens around your chin. "You fucking smarted off at me," he practically growls. "I won't be making that mistake again. You'll either have to be a good girl and take what I give you, or..." His hold relaxes, leaving him to gently stroke your cheek. "You can beg real pretty for me. Let me know that you deserve it."

You swallow hard as his hand travels back down your spine, eliciting a shiver as he begins thrusting in and out of you at a slower pace. "Please," you mutter quietly. "Please let me come..."

"You're gonna have to be louder than that, baby," Frank says, speeding up ever-so-slightly. "Come on. Let me hear how fucking desperate you are."

"Please!" The plea comes out sounding a bit like a scream as the warmth deep in your stomach spreads further, warning you of your impending second climax. Much to your surprise, you feel a tear slide slowly down your face.

Shit. You're fucking crying.

"Please let me come," you continue to beg. "I'm sorry I mouthed off... I won't do it again, I promise..."

"Good... Fucking... Girl." Frank lets out a shaky groan, squeezing your waist again as he thrusts particularly hard into you. "That's it. Come for me, baby. Fuck, wish I had a video camera. Would record you getting off... Fucking crying while I fuck you..."

You let out a sobbing moan as you fall apart for a second time. This time, Frank stills inside you, muttering a garbled string of curses as he follows you over the edge.

You come down slowly, panting. Frank lets out a shaky sigh before pulling out and collapsing beside you. You have no issue following his lead, nestling your head between his arm and chest.

"My pretty girl." He presses a kiss to the side of your head before tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "You okay?"

You nod. "Yeah," you reply shakily. "Think I need another shower, though."

"I think I'll be joining you." He kisses your lips in a terribly chaste manner considering what you had just done before pulling away with a sly grin on his face. "But first..."

He reaches for the camera, sitting discarded beside of him, and angles it at the two of you. It is at this moment that you remember the other instant photos scattered around the bed, in various stages of development.

You wrinkle your nose, staring into the lens. "Jesus Christ, Frank..."

"Shh."

As soon as you see his finger hovering over the shutter button, you move to bury your face in his chest. "Frank..." you protest.

The click sounds before you can fully obscure your face, followed by the camera spitting out the picture.

Frank chuckles, shaking the photo back and forth. "There," he says, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "A memento."

You grumble as you look up at the picture. Of course, you look like a total mess, — mascara trailing down your cheeks, hair a wreck, lipstick worn away except for a faint reddish tint. Meanwhile, Frank looks like he might be in the running for the happiest man on the planet.

You shove him lightly as you roll away from his side. "You're the worst."

"Yeah, yeah." He sits up, picking up the various photos scattered around you. "Look, though."

You do look.

Seven pictures. One of you staring blankly at the camera. Three of you posing at Frank's enthusiastic encouragement. Two of you, lost in the throes of passion. And one of the godforsaken aftermath.

Frank chuckles, placing the pictures on the bedside table. "I'm gonna start carrying these in my wallet," he declares.

"The hell you are," you reply before tugging at his hand, pulling him along with you to wash away the evidence of your impromptu photoshoot.

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[softxsuki]

Hello, I’m.. new to this. But reading your works have comforted me … I know you have a lot on your plate, and I hope all is going well for you!! If you,,have the chance,, I’ve kind of.. not been doing well. At all. Haha,, I’ve been extremely suicidal.. for at least the past year. Everything has since fell apart. I’m not sure if this counts, but..it feels urgent, to me..?

My grandmother died, I lost my job due to my health declining so rapidly I physically could not manage. I’ve since applied to so many jobs.. absolutely no luck and.. I even lost my home. Im living with someone else’s parents, and I’m a child scared to leave their room all over again. I can’t eat unless food is in front of me, none of my friends are… good, at comforting, to say the least… I have well over 1K due for medical bills, and no one will even take me for an interview, so I can’t even pay off little by little. Lol..I pretty much moved out at 17 and have been surviving by myself for 6 years now.

Im so tired of surviving.

If.. if you don’t mind.. honestly I don’t even know what kind of scenario this would count as…. Baji has been my biggest comfort character as of late, and I.. well, would you mind,, possibly writing a scenario.. of reader who’s spiraled so far into these thoughts, and in the midst of a panic attack, attempts to.. stop surviving, if you catch my drift..

I know this is very personal, and I’m sorry to dump on you.. if you’re unable, all is well! Thank u for taking time to read my pity story haha.. <3

Baji Helps Suicidal Reader

****Please proceed with caution if mentions of suicide will be more harmful to you than beneficial.*****

Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hopelessness, suicide attempt, crying, not being able to find a job, losing your home

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Baji shows up as soon as you attempt to take your own life.

[A/N: Hi darling, I'm so glad you found my blog and for feeling comfortable enough to bring your urgent request to me! I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Though I've felt similarly about the the whole job thing. Places these days won't even give people a chance to show what they could do. I graduated from College and couldn't find work immediately. I'm still struggling to find a job in my field even now. I have a job at a bookstore atm, but it took a long time for me to get it. I think when they timing is right though, things will work out for us. We really just need to wait for things to happen and keep working for them! But you're also going through a lot of other situations as well, so my words probably aren't that helpful, so I'll leave that to Baji. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to though. I've been through moments of hopelessness and feeling like leaving this world was my only option, but I'm proof that things will change. There will always be times when we fall, but we can always get back up again! Anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read. I hope it provides you with even just a tiny bit of comfort <3 i love you, hopefully we can talk again soon, you sound very sweet!

Side note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted something platonic or if you wanted to be Baji’s s/o so I left that kinda ambiguous. You could read it either way!

Baji impatiently taps his foot, sitting on his bike outside your place. Where were you?

You had texted him earlier asking him to pick you up since the people you were living with weren’t home and you just needed to get out for a while. He came rushing over as soon as he had a chance and texted you upon arriving, but you weren’t answering his texts–you weren’t even reading them. 

He knew all about your situation in life and had tried his best to be by your side and show you the support that you deserved to have. He wasn’t perfect though, at times it was hard for Baji to truly put himself in your shoes and understand what you were going through.

Now though, he was worried. Why had you texted so desperately that you needed to get out of the house? Why weren’t you answering his texts now?

He turns his engine off and hops off the bike, walking briskly to your front door.

“Y/N! I’m here,” He bangs on the door, hoping you were just distracted and forgot to check your phone to see his texts.

But he’s met with silence. 

“Y/N!” He tries again, panic settling in the pit of his stomach and he bangs harder on the door–something wasn’t right.

He brings his ear to the door hoping to hear any sign of life and that’s when he hears it, the running of water and sobs from the other side. Gathering whatever adrenaline had been building up in him, he rams into the door, which luckily flies open from the impact. The sound of your sobs grows louder the closer he gets to you. You were in the bathroom.

The door is only a crack open, but he races toward the noise, slamming the door fully open and takes in your state; puffy eyes as tears run from them not that he could distinguish your tears from the hot water that was pouring on you from the shower-head. You were sitting in the tub, soaking wet with a bottle of pills in your hands.

Your breathing was erratic as you struggled to open the bottle, but Baji is quick to act. He’s in the shower with you in a second, the burning water scalding his body even through his jacket, but he doesn’t care since it’s now not hitting you anymore. He snatches the pills from your hands, throwing them out the bathroom door and into the hallway where you can’t see them. In your state of panic, you start to flail around, seeing that bottle as your only escape from the mental pain you were experiencing. He finally turns the water off and hoists you up, your attempts to push him away and hit him futile. His adrenaline is still high as he lifts you from the tub with ease and onto the bathroom floor where he plops down next to you, out of breath.

You can’t seem to calm your breathing down as you clutch your chest, searching all around you with wild eyes, looking for a way out. Anything to end your suffering–anything. But then you feel strong arms wrap around you in a hug. You beat down on his back, trying your best to shake him off you. Let go of me, you think to yourself. Maybe you meant it in a different way, Let me go. Let me be free from this pain. But deep down, you wanted him to continue to hold you in place.

“Y/N please-” His voice cracks, making you go still in his arms. What were you doing?

“Please, I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he cries, “So don’t leave me.”

The man who had nerves of steel was breaking right in front of you.

He held you tight, as if he was scared you’d just vanish between his fingers. 

What feels like hours passes by with you both still soaking wet on the floor, clinging to each other, but you slowly manage to calm your breathing and sobs thanks to Baji’s help. 

He had been silent the whole time, focusing on just making sure you wouldn’t try anything else while he was around.

“I’m sorry…” you finally say, resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

He finally loosens his grip on you, but continues to hold you close, caressing your still damp hair, “Why?”

That was a great question. One you couldn’t answer in only a few minutes. Baji knew the basics of what you’d been through, but he didn’t know the turmoil of what you were going through internally–only externally.

“I’m just…tired. Tired of surviving, tired of suffering. I’m barely scraping by. Is this what life’s supposed to be like? I look around at all the happy faces. Everyone seems to be living the ideal life and I’m just here, so why should I bother to exist if I don’t matter.”

He takes in your words, thinking them over, probably repeating them over and over in his head.

“You matter,” he decides to say, “You matter so much. Even if you only matter to one person, isn’t that enough to keep trying? One person can eventually grow into two, and three, and so on.”

“Baji…you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve already tried for so long. It’s been six long years. I’ve tried to see the good in my situation for six years, and yet I only keep getting pushed farther and farther past my limit. I can’t find a job, and because I can’t find a job, I can’t pay off my debt. I’m living in a house that isn’t mine with people who aren’t my family. I’m alone,” you cry out.

By now you had freed yourself from Baji’s arms, but he reaches over and grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, scared that you’d run away from him.

“But if you leave now how do you know that tomorrow won’t be the day that things change?” He asks you, “Look, I know I can’t ever fully understand what goes on through your mind or what you’ve been through up till this point, but you can’t know what your life will be like a few months from now–hell, not even a few days from now. Everything can change in a second, you just need to be around to experience it.”

He brings your hands to his lips, peppering tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you, a lot Y/N. Too much to just let you leave like this. Let’s try focusing on today. Each day has its own troubles, so why should we think about the future and worry ourselves even more for problems we haven’t reached yet? We’ll cross those valleys when we get to them. Right now, I just want you to focus on yourself, getting back on your feet and in a better state of mind,” he tries to console you.

His words definitely reached you. Truth be told, you knew things could maybe change, but it was hard to move forward with such uncertainty. Why couldn’t you know what would happen with your life five years from now? 

“But what if things don’t change. I don’t want to live like this forever. I don’t want to suffer anymore,” you confess, hot tears running down your face.

Baji turns to face you, gently wiping your tears away.

“But what if they do? Don’t you want to stick around to find that out for yourself?” He asks.

You stop and think it over for a moment; a life where things finally turned around–you finally getting called in for an interview and getting a job, receiving an income and finally getting to pay your debts off. Having your own place where you felt comfortable and maybe starting a family of your own…yeah, that did sound nice. As impossible as that future sounded, it was something you craved.

“I guess I do,” you sigh, “Though I wish it could happen now.”

“I know. I wish it could happen now for you as well. I hate to see you suffer so much, but you’re not alone in this. I have your back. So let’s keep fighting okay? Together, let’s see it through till the end when things finally turn around for you.”

“Baji, you know I can’t just feel better overnight. I think I’ll be okay for today, but who’s to tell when I’ll spiral like this again.”

“Then I’ll be here to get you through it again.”

A wave of gratitude flew through you. You don’t know why Baji arrived on time when you were fully ready to leave this world a few minutes ago, but now you were thankful that he had stopped you. You didn’t want to hurt him or leave him alone, but you found a little ball of hope appearing in your heart. Though tiny, it was still present and you hoped it would continue to grow and become reality one day.

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Then shall we go? You said you wanted out of here for the day, right?” He goes right back to treating you like he usually would–something you were grateful for. You didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you after witnessing you at your lowest moment.

“But we’re still wet,” you point-out, looking at his clothes that were still clinging to his body.

“The wind will dry us,” he heaves himself off the floor and holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go.”

You give him your hand as he helps you off the floor. What did you have to lose? At this point you didn’t care, you just needed to get your mind off everything.

Baji leads you out of the house, grabbing the bottle of pills on his way out and throwing them in his jacket pocket, making a mental note to discard them later. You walk past the open door with a lock that was now busted off the wall. You’d have to explain that to the people you lived with, but you’d face that problem when you got to it–just like Baji said. 

You hop on behind him on his motorbike as he passes you his helmet, making sure it’s securely on your head before he drives off. 

For just a moment, the wind seems to blow all the worries from your mind. With your arms wrapped tightly around Baji’s torso, you close your eyes and think of those better days he had spoken about.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see if they could really happen…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 2/15/2023

[bigoltrashpile]

I have to say your recent Slash! Papyrus (Chess) drabble was soooo GOOD! Like, Wow! Thanks for writing my request! The moment when he started slowly walking towards y/n, I was getting tense, which means you did GREAT! 💜 Thank you!

I wrote a short story on my own rendition on what would have happened if Y/N had accepted Papyrus being the JigSaw Killer.

If Y/N had just accepted:

Chess: SO, I'M THE JIGSAW KILLER.

Y/N: ... You're joking right?

Chess: I'm dead serious.

Y/N has never seen Papyrus' face look so serious before. Though she did have doubts about this still being a joke, Papyrus was never this good at pulling pranks, his face always gave it away.

The silence in the room was heavy, and no one moved, except for the ticking clock hanging on the wall. With Papyrus looking at her, and after giving it some thought, she replied.

Y/N: Well, ok then.

Chess: *preparing for the worst* WAIT, WHAT?

Y/N: Those guys were jerks anyway, and from reading and watching the news, I can tell you don't just kill innocent people. You kill people that are actually really terrible!

Chess: ......YOU'RE NOT AFRAID OF ME?

Y/N: Why would I be? I mean, it would be different if you were just killing innocent people, but you're not, so we're cool.

Chess: ...

Y/N: Is this why you brought me over tonight?

Papyrus' body was shaking. Was this real? You had accepted him being the JigSaw Killer....just like that?

Papyrus leaped from his chair and embraced you, fulling sobbing, releasing his pent up emotion. He imagined every scenario that could have happened. You could have ran, that's why the door was bolted tight. You could have said no in a calm manner and tried to go, that's why he had the chloroform. You could have grabbed a knife and tried to protect yourself, that's why he hid all of them tonight and just provided butter knifes. He has thought of everything, but this.... scenario was just a slim possibility to him. He wished for it, of course, but he knew just how slim it was. He wasn't prepared.

He wasn't prepared to have met his soulmate that very night in that alley.

Y/N: P-Papyrus!?

Chess: OH GOODNESS! I-I THOUGHT YOU W-WERE GOING TO RUN! I THOUGHT Y-YOU WERE NOT GOING TO A-ACCEPT ME!

Y/N, returned the hug, feeling Papyrus' body shiver and shake in her arms as he cried. Y/N could tell this had been weighing on his mind, and she put herself in his shoes. She would have been terrified to tell her significant other about this side of her, and this moment would have released a heavy burden, and would feel so good to let go.

Chess: I-I w-will, I w-will nev- Oh stars, let me catch my breath.

Y/N: It's ok, just breathe.

After a few breaths, Papyrus regained his composure, though tears were still streaming from his eye sockets. He gently held both of Y/N's hands and looked her in her eyes.

Chess: Please know that I will never hurt you. I'm still the same Papyrus.

Y/N: I know, and that's why I still love you.

Well, now Papyrus knows that he's with an angel. And now, he is definitely going to make sure nothing happens to you. He can't lose you. You are a one in a million. The thought of the room that he prepared for you popped in his head, though that room was meant for when you were going to run away, which was very likely, but now you had accepted him and now he didn't know what to do with it. He'll think about that later.

Chess: I Love You, Too, My Darling.

Y/N: My plate has gotten cold. Let me warm it up real quick.

Chess: NO, LET ME.

Wiping his tears away, he grabbed both his and your plate and went into the kitchen. The chloroform weighing heavy in his pocket, he looked back at your adorable face, seeing it smile warmly at him. He blushed and continued to walk to the kitchen.

Yeah, he'll think about the use of that room later. He didn't want to ruin this moment.

Papyrus could not wait to show you his secret facility where he would test his victims, how he did his research, and how his brother Sans helped with keeping everything a secret. And ultimately, he couldn't wait for you to join in on the fun.

OOOOOOOH HOOHOOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

You did an amazing job with this, I love how excited he is to have you join him in his murdering, that's weirdly cute! Wonderful writing!!!